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lillupon · 3 years

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Soccer players!Minwon enemies to lovers

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minwon w photoshoot encouraged me to dust off the soccer players!minwon enemies-to-lovers fic i wrote 4 years ago and never posted. i thought it was too ooc even for a fanfic, and they hated each other so much that i couldn't make them smooch lovingly ;;

reading this whole thing makes me scream omfg i can’t believe i wrote this LMAO it’s so far out of leftfield for me

The ball comes hurtling through the air and Mingyu launches himself into the opposite corner of the goal, just barely getting his hands around it. Hitting the ground knocks all the breath right out of him, but the ball is safely tucked against his stomach. He’s on his feet less than a second later.

“Fucking wake up!” Mingyu screams at his defenders, and in particular, Wonwoo. They’ve been sleepwalking through the entire game so far. Reacting seconds too late. From where he’s standing, his teammates look like they’re watching with their fingers up their noses as the ball sails over their heads.

“You can fuck right off, Mingyu!” Wonwoo flips the finger as he jogs backward.

Seething, Mingyu throws the ball towards Seungcheol, far away from Wonwoo, just out of spite. He can’t stand that guy. Wonwoo’s a mouthy son of a bitch. Thinks he’s hot shit just because he’s signed for half a million dollars a year and makes more money off endorsements than the rest of the team combined.

It’s only been thirty minutes and Mingyu feels like he’s been playing for hours. He’s heaving for breath. Pissed off at his defenders for letting the ball slip between their legs. If they had been doing their jobs properly, the other team should never have been close enough to even attempt a shot. But mostly, Mingyu’s frustrated at himself for letting in three goals. He’s getting sloppy, he knows. The pressure is getting to him. It’s a high-stakes game, one that will either bring in the sponsors or have their current ones jumping ship. The way things are going now? Mingyu may as well pull his pants down and present his ass for the reaming he’s going to get from their coach.

The referee blows the whistle, signalling the end of the first half of the game. They’re down four nil and the morale of the entire team is starting to flag. They want to give up, Mingyu can tell. It’s almost impossible to recover, especially since no one’s head is in the game. Mingyu can’t talk, either. He can barely see straight past the red haze clouding his vision.

He storms into the locker room without a single glance at his teammates. He yanks off his gloves and whips them into the far wall. They’re made of fabric, but when they hit the wall, it sounds like a gunshot going off.

Someone grabs Mingyu by the shoulder and wheels him around. He comes face-to-face with Wonwoo who looks as angry and frustrated as Mingyu feels. His brows are drawn into a furious vee and his cheeks are blotchy with red. He gives a shove that has Mingyu stumbling back into the lockers with a metallic rattle.

“What the fuck was that?” Wonwoo snarls.

“That’s what I want to ask you! Because it’s looking to me like you’re playing for the other team. Is someone paying you to throw the game?”

Wonwoo scoffs. “Oh, fuck off. You’re acting like it wasn’t you who let in all those goals.”

“Those goals would never have happened if you were doing your job properly, and you know that.”

“Yeah, just pin your failures on me,” Wonwoo says. “I wasn’t the one looking the other way when number fourteen scored.”

“I don’t think you understand how this game works. If you were doing your job properly, number fourteen shouldn’t have even gotten to me.”

“Sure, let your defenders do all the work. I guess you’re just getting paid to scratch your ass out there,” Wonwoo sneers.

A growl rips from Mingyu’s chest and he lunges, arms outstretched. Suddenly, Seungcheol is there, restraining him with an arm around his waist. Mingyu shoves him off. Doesn’t take his eyes off Wonwoo for a second. With a huff, Mingyu yanks down his jersey to straighten it out.

“What the hell’s the matter with you two? You guys are teammates, not on opposing sides of a war. Jesus,” Seungcheol, center back, says. He’s a good guy, veteran player. A real pacifist with more sense than anyone Mingyu has ever met. “We’re all trying our best out there, okay?”

“I wonder about that,” Wonwoo mutters under his breath.

Before Mingyu can respond to that, Seungcheol says, “Take a walk, Mingyu.”

“Me?” Mingyu asks, incredulous. “Why do I—”

Seungcheol fixes him with a deeply unimpressed look that has him falling into a grudging silence. Mingyu turns on his heel and leaves.

He finds himself in the storage room. It’s dark. He fumbles his way to the back. There’s a stack of mats in the corner and he punches them a few times to loosen the frustration coiling inside him. He takes a deep breath, holding it for three seconds before exhaling slowly. He’s been doing a lot of yoga and breathing exercises lately, trying to get all zen and shit. He’s not sure it’s working.

Mingyu scrubs a hand over his face and sighs heavily. He can’t help but feel like this game went to shit because of him. He says a lot of things to the defenders when they’re slipping, and he means every word. But when it comes down to it, he’s the one who either saves the ball or lets the other team score.

The door swings open then, letting in a flood of light. It’s Wonwoo.

“Jesus, what the fuck do you want?” Mingyu asks.

Wonwoo is smiling at him, which is never a good sign. “Seungcheol told me to apologise to you. Said it wasn’t good for us to go into the second half angry and resenting each other.”

Mingyu narrows his eyes. “So? Are you going to?”

“Take a guess.” Wonwoo comes closer. Mingyu squares his shoulders, ready for a fight. “I’m here to tell you to open your fucking eyes next half, you talentless piece of shit.”

“You need to sit the fuck down,” Mingyu snarls at him. He’s shaking with anger and adrenaline, blood pumping so hard it’s like he’s still out there lunging for the ball. He’s had it with this kid—never mind that Wonwoo is older than him. He doesn’t act like he’s older, spoiled brat that he is. “Get it out of your head that you’re better than the rest of us. Because you’re not.”

“I don’t—”

“Shut the fuck up. Everyone hears you complaining on the phone about how your teammates can’t play worth a damn. You mouth off on us and walk around like you own the entire team. This might come as a surprise to you, but you don’t.” Mingyu steps in close to Wonwoo, crowding him in against the wall. Their chests nearly touch and he can feel the heat radiating off Wonwoo. Wonwoo has to tip his chin up to look him in the eye, and it satisfies every petty inch of Mingyu.

Mingyu continues, “You’re just a two-bit rookie who doesn’t know center back from striker. You’re never where you need to be. You don’t pass when you need to pass. You think you can win on your own, and when we lose, it’s everyone else’s fault except yours. The only reason you’re here is because your daddy has connections.” And because you have a pretty face that the sponsors can’t get enough of, Mingyu doesn’t say. Wonwoo’s got the classic K-idol look, with his sharp cheekbones and defined jawline. Too bad he’s an asshole. You can’t win it all, Mingyu supposes.

Wonwoo is glaring up at Mingyu, breathing hard. The colour runs high on his cheeks and his jaw muscle jumps. He’s wound up so tight he looks two seconds away from either punching Mingyu in the face or coming in his pants. “Fuck you, Mingyu, you’re one to talk. You think everything is a challenge to your authority. You act like you’re the poster boy for good behaviour, but you’re the one who’s getting into fights out there, you hypocritical piece of shit,” he grits out. His mouth works, and then he spits a fat globule of saliva at Mingyu.

Mingyu recoils. Drags his forearm across his face. Growling, he grabs the front of Wonwoo’s shirt and slams him against the wall, pressing him bodily against it. They’re nose-to-nose and Wonwoo is going cross-eyed from trying to keep Mingyu in his sights. Jesus, Mingyu wants to bust him up. Make such a mess of his face that he cries every time he walks past a mirror.

Instead, Mingyu ends up glowering at him. He has no idea what it is about Wonwoo that riles him up. Every rookie wants to prove themselves, show that they can’t be walked all over by doling out as many caustic insults as they receive. Everyone’s frustrated and ready to lash out at the slightest provocation after a string of losses, and Mingyu gets that. But for some reason, Wonwoo manages to tick him right the fuck off.

Mingyu’s half hard in his briefs. It’s not unusual. All that adrenaline and pent-up aggression have to go somewhere. He just hates the fact that it’s Wonwoo that his body decides to react to. Mingyu grinds his teeth. His fist tightens on Wonwoo’s collar. Jesus, he’s not entirely sure if he’s going to deck Wonwoo or makeout with him at this point.

They’re pressed together from shins to chest, so it’s no surprise that Wonwoo notices that he’s hard. Wonwoo’s lips curl up into an infuriating smirk. “Don’t tell me this is how you usually react to our fights, Mingyu,” he says. As though he’s not fattening up in his shorts. Mingyu can feel it. “Is this what it’s been about all this time? You trying to get my atten—”

Mingyu smashes their mouths together. Wonwoo makes a muffled noise of surprise. Mingyu’s heart is beating somewhere up in his throat. He’s not entirely sure what he’s doing, but he knows he’s gotten Wonwoo to shut up for once, and that’s no small success. Wonwoo struggles against him, puts hands on his chest and tries to push him off. Mingyu grabs his wrists and pins them to his side.

“I fucking hate you,” Wonwoo snarls against the press of their mouths.

And then he starts to kiss Mingyu back.

This has been a long time coming, ever since that drunken night that ended with them on the bar floor, dry-humping each other under the guise of wrestling. Wonwoo’s been an itch in his system for months now.

There’s nothing gentle about the kiss. They kiss like they’re fighting, all teeth and not enough tongue. Mingyu wedges a knee in between Wonwoo’s thighs and presses up, causing him to gasp out a moan. Wonwoo rocks his hips down in search of friction, a guttural groan vibrating in his throat.

Mingyu pulls away, breathing hard. He puts his back to the nearby wall to give him something to lean against. “Get on your knees,” he says.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Do you want this dick or not?” Mingyu asks. “I don’t care either way.”

He thinks Wonwoo will back out. It’s for the best if he does. They’re in public; they’re in the middle of a game; they hate each other’s guts; he’s pretty sure Wonwoo has a girl, or at least, someone he fucks, on and off. One of those reasons alone would have made this a colossally bad idea.

Instead, Wonwoo clamps his mouth shut and drops to his knees. Mingyu’s stomach lurches as though he is looking down from a great height. His mouth goes dry and he swallows with a loud and painful roll of his throat. No fucking way. Now here’s a sight he never thought he’d see: Wonwoo glaring up at him, somehow managing to look both pissed off and turned on at the same time.

Mingyu palms himself through his shorts. Wonwoo’s eyes immediately zero in on the movement. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and whatever shred of hesitancy Mingyu felt burns up.

He pushes his shorts down, just enough to get his cock out and to let his balls hang free. He wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and gives it a rough, experimental stroke. A pearl of precum has blurted out from the slit. He smears a thumb over it, the breath shuddering out of him.

Wonwoo is riveted, eyes tracking the way Mingyu’s hand works over his shaft. His own cock is tenting in his shorts. Mingyu absolutely lets it get to his head, his lizard brain preening. A reaction like that, just from a little bit of kissing, just from seeing Mingyu’s dick. In Wonwoo’s defense, it is a pretty good dick, if Mingyu says so himself.

Mingyu jerks himself off. Once, twice. “You want this?”

That seems to snap Wonwoo out of his cock-induced daze. “I’m not going to beg,” he says, but already, he’s leaning forward, mouth falling open in request.

It’s downright nasty, is what it is. Mingyu is sweaty and stinks of Eau de Hardwork. The fact that it’s Wonwoo of all people makes it all the hotter. His nostrils flare as he inhales the musk of Mingyu’s cock. His lashes flutter.

Mingyu feeds his cock to Wonwoo. Gets his hand slapped aside. Wonwoo takes over, curling his fingers around the base of it, suckling at the head a bit to get it wet.

Mingyu inhales sharply when Wonwoo licks a flat stripe along the underside of his cock where a vein throbs. Wonwoo tortures him with those kitten licks, hotly mouthing his way up to close his lips around the head of Mingyu’s cock.

Mingyu doesn’t want to show Wonwoo how affected he is by all of this, but he can’t help the low groan that leaves him when Wonwoo swirls a tongue around the sensitive crown. As though aware of Mingyu’s tenuous control, Wonwoo’s eyes crinkle with amusement. He pops off Mingyu’s cock. His mouth works. But this time, instead of spitting in Mingyu’s face, he dribbles a line of saliva down his length.

“Suck a lot of cock, do you?” Mingyu says. His voice is embarrassingly rough. He threads his fingers into Wonwoo’s hair and tugs in an attempt to get that mouth on his erection again.

Wonwoo’s response is to open wide and swallow him down, hand covering what his mouth can’t.

“Oh fuck,” Mingyu moans, head falling back against the wall with a thud. Unwilling to miss even a second of this once-in-a-lifetime moment, he looks between his legs from under half-lidded eyes. Seeing Wonwoo’s dark head bobbing up and down, hand moving in tandem with his mouth… The sight is as gratifying as the suction on his cock, if not more so.

Mingyu rocks his hips back and forth. This whole thing is so surreal that he can’t help but half-laugh, half-moan. “If I knew all it took you to shut up was a cock in your mouth, I would have done this a long time ago.”

Wonwoo’s teeth flash and Mingyu yanks him off with a hiss, fingers tightening into the short strands of Wonwoo’s hair. Wonwoo’s breathing hard, lips glistening with spit.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” Mingyu says, hand tightening and giving Wonwoo’s head a little shake to punctuate his words, “or I’m gonna throw this door open and show everyone what a good little cocksucker you are.”

Wonwoo’s lips curl. “The door is five meters away, dumbshit. I’d like to see you try.”

A flare of anger spears through Mingyu—smug fucking bastard—and he doesn’t even think when he slaps Wonwoo across the face. It’s not a hard slap, but hard enough to let Wonwoo know that he means business. Except that fucker—he moans. The sound is so faint that it might be mistaken for a shocked noise, and it’s quickly covered up by Wonwoo who mockingly drawls, “Yes. I understand, Sir.”

Satisfied, he lets Wonwoo back on his cock. This time, Wonwoo doesn’t waste time teasing and swallows him down.

For a brief moment, Mingyu is still somewhat in shock. His own action took him by surprise. He doesn’t usually slap the people who blow him; he’s usually grateful. But Wonwoo brings out the worst in him. And then there’s the fact that Wonwoo moaned quietly—Mingyu knows what he heard—at the palm strike across his cheek.

Those thoughts are promptly sucked out of his dick. Mingyu doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone who looks so haughty while sucking cock. Sometimes, Wonwoo will pull off to circle his tongue around the head, the corners of his lips ticking up impishly. He’s full aware of the effect he has on Mingyu. Then he takes Mingyu almost all the way down to the hilt. The noises he makes are filthy and carnivorous. Hungry.

Goddamn, he likes this, Mingyu thinks wondrously.

Wonwoo’s eager. Squirming on his haunches. His free hand has found his way between his legs to knead himself. He’s getting distracted, the rhythm he built up faltering.

Mingyu shoves Wonwoo further down onto his length. Feels the tip of his cock hit the back of Wonwoo’s throat.

Wonwoo chokes and pulls off, inhaling on a gasp and coughing. He drags a forearm across his mouth, wiping, and glares up with watery eyes. The force of his glare is diminished by the redness of his cheeks. It’s a look that sends a jolt of arousal straight to Mingyu’s cock.

“Get back here,” Mingyu says. “And don’t get distracted by your own dick this time.”

Mingyu puts both hands on Wonwoo’s head and begins to fuck the tight circle of Wonwoo’s mouth. Wonwoo is ready for it this time. It doesn’t take long before Mingyu transitions from slow and shallow rolls of his hips to full-on thrusting into Wonwoo’s mouth. Mingyu curses, gut spasming with his rising pleasure.

Wonwoo’s throat works around the intrusion. His lips are stretched wide, chin coated with saliva. His eyes are wet, lashes clumped together. It’s all so obscene, so incredibly fucking hot.

Mingyu’s balls draw in tight and his breathing goes ragged. He fucks Wonwoo’s mouth a little faster, grits out, “Oh, fuck—” That’s all the warning Wonwoo gets before Mingyu is shooting his load. Mingyu groans loudly, hips jerking involuntarily. He keeps Wonwoo held down, the sensation of Wonwoo’s throat contracting around him prolonging his orgasm. Mingyu wants to laugh. Holy shit. “Yeah, that’s it,” he breathes. “Swallow every last drop.”

Wonwoo makes a valiant attempt at doing so, but there’s so much cum that it trickles out the corner of his mouth.

By the time Mingyu is done, they’re both breathing hard. Well, it’s Mingyu’s who’s breathing hard; Wonwoo is coughing and gasping for breath.

Mingyu’s not done here yet. “Clean it up,” he says. Wonders how far Wonwoo will allow himself to be pushed before he snaps.

Wonwoo is quiet when he uses the head of Mingyu’s cock to scoop up the errant drops of cum and push it back into his mouth. Then, he laps up the remainder of Mingyu’s release.

Mingyu shivers at the rasp of tongue on his softening cock. Once he’s clean, he tucks himself back into his briefs.

“What about me?” Wonwoo asks.

Wonwoo, rich and spoiled boy that he is, has probably been given everything he has ever asked for on a silver platter. He says “Jump” and people say “How high?” It wouldn’t hurt for him to work for the things he wants; that would be a first in his life.

And maybe, Mingyu is also thinking about how hard Wonwoo gets when he’s pushed around. How that light slap had him moaning softly.

With that in mind, Mingyu pushes his cleats between Wonwoo’s legs. The top of his shoe bumps his erection. “Go on,” Mingyu says. It’s no big deal, he tells himself even as his heart is pounding violently against his ribs, if Wonwoo decides that he’s had enough of Mingyu’s bullshit and stalks off. Mingyu has already gotten what he wanted.

“What?”

“You have thirty seconds to get yourself off. Go,” Mingyu says, prodding his toe against him.

Wonwoo’s eyes round and he flushes a violent shade of red. He opens his mouth as if to protest. But then he doesn’t. Just clamps his lips together and begins to move his hips. It’s possibly the sexiest thing Mingyu has ever seen. Blood rushes to his head, swelling and pounding and pulsing in his skull. A groan escapes Mingyu, as though he is the one getting much-needed friction on his cock.

“Look at you,” Mingyu whispers. “Rutting against my foot like a bitch in heat.”

Wonwoo honest-to-god whimpers. There’s no other way to describe the absolutely tiny, pleasure-filled sound that leaves him, so incongruous with the person Mingyu has always known him to be. He drives his hips down with increased desperation, moaning shakily. He clutches around the bend of Mingyu’s knee, forehead knocking against Mingyu’s thigh.

If Mingyu hadn’t spent just seconds earlier, he would have gotten hard again. Instead, he just watches Wonwoo bump and grind on him with a dry mouth.

Someone knocks on the door, three sharp raps. “Game’s about to start. You two kiss and make up yet?” It’s Seungcheol.

Mingyu yanks his foot away.

Wonwoo sobs out with loss. Tugs on his ankle. “No, I haven’t—”

“Too late. Your time’s up.”

He groans, a truly miserable sound. “I hate you,” he says, glaring up balefully.

“If you’d quit thinking with your dick for two seconds, you’d remember that we’re in a middle of a game,” Mingyu says.

Wonwoo stands up on coltish legs.

It actually hurts Mingyu’s heart a little to leave him like this. He leans in to whisper into Wonwoo’s ear, “So this is what’s going to happen. We’re gonna go out there and we’re gonna do our jobs. And if we don’t make a fool of ourselves out there, then I’ll take you back to my room and fuck you so hard you’ll be limping through practice for the next week. Sound good?”

After a moment, Wonwoo relents and says through gritted teeth, “You better. Or I’m going to flip you over and fuck you myself.”

Mingyu snorts. Yeah, that’s the Wonwoo he’s familiar with.

Wonwoo roughly adjusts his crotch. “Jesus, how the hell am I supposed to play like this?”

“If you don’t get your head in the game, we’re going to end up becoming the MLS equivalent of Brazil in the 2014 World Cup.”

Wonwoo blanches.

Miraculously, they end up tying the game at 4-4. It’s a better outcome than anyone could have expected. Wonwoo flashes a wicked smile, looking ridiculously proud of himself. And he should be; a single ball didn’t get past him in the second half.

Mingyu finds himself smiling back.

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king-finnigan · 4 years

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16. prison AU, and 86. I didn't mean to turn you on, geraskier fic

Read at your own risk lmao. Contains some nsfw. (But with a prompt like that, can you blame me?)

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Geralt had expected many things when he had been hired as a prison guard. He had expected fights, he had expected insults thrown at his head, he had even expected riots.

What he hadn’t expected, was standing in the recreation room for hours on end, watching as prisoners read books, watched reality shows on the tiny tv, and drew. Of all things, Geralt had been most surprised about the drawing, really. It hadn’t really seemed like a thing grown men did in prison, but as it turns out, it’s as good a hobby as any.

So, he stands there, arms crossed in front of his chest, in the corner, mind wandering to the matter of what he’ll have for dinner tonight, as he keeps one eye on the prisoners, the other on the clock. It’s nearly 5, which means he has about two more hours left of his shift.

The prisoners eat at 6, he knows, so he’ll probably either be stationed in the dining room, or he’ll have to patrol the halls to make sure no one’s doing anything potentially illegal.

He sighs a bit, as the minutes tick by, slowly but surely. His attention is caught by one of the inmates, Jaskier Pankratz, he remembers. Here because of manslaughter. Stabbed a guy in the neck with a broken bottle for insulting him. Only convicted for manslaughter and not murder, because he did not plan it for a single second, though the judge did give him an extra long sentence - deemed him emotionally unstable, apathetic, and likely to reoffend. The young man will be lucky if he gets out of here in the next thirty years.

Shame, really, Geralt thinks, as he looks at the young man drawing... well, something, Geralt’s not really sure what it’s supposed to be, as it looks like a bunch of scratchy lines in random colours, but he’s sure that if he were to ask, the inmate would give him a longwinding explanation about how it represents his situation or some shit like that. They always do when he asks.

He sighs again, shifting from foot to foot a bit to relieve the pain in his legs from standing still so long. It is a shame, that Jaskier will likely spend his remaining days here. He’s so young, quite good-looking, and clever, too. He would’ve had a bright future if he hadn’t been such a little monster. There’s a reason why Geralt reads the file of every new prisoner that arrives, and Jaskier is the perfect example: if Geralt hadn’t known about the gruesome crime the young man had commited, he would’ve let his guard down around Jaskier.

After all, he thinks, as he looks at the way the tip of Jaskier’s tongue pokes out between his lips, as he concentrates, it’s so easy to be charmed by the young man’s good looks and silver tongue, by the facade of innocence and naivety he puts up.

Geralt blinks, and suddenly he realizes that Jaskier is staring right back at him, blue eyes curious. The guard clenches his jaw when the young man shoots him a wink, and he looks away, trying and failing to stop heat from rising to his cheeks. He shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be giving the prisoner any wrong ideas - whatever they may be.

He startles a bit, shaken from his thoughts, as his walkie creaks, the monotone voice of his supervisor telling him he’s on patrol duty for the rest of the shift.

He risks one last glance at Jaskier, and sees bright blue eyes looking right back. He fixes his gaze on the wall opposite him.

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The noises from the dining room are dulled in the hallways as Geralt walks through them. Of course, there is no one else in sight, all the other guards either in the dining room or on the other side of the building, all the inmates eating dinner.

He sighs to himself. Just half an hour more, and he can go home. He just has to bear thirty minutes more of this boring nothingness. He can do this.

He stops in his tracks as he walks past the door to the recreation room. He frowns, as he sees someone on their hands and knees on the floor, searching for something under the table.

Well, really, hands and knees is a bit generous. The guy’s shoulders are practically on the floor, ass in the air almost invitingly, for lack of better word, as his hand sweeps under the table.

Geralt walks into the room, rounding the man, who looks up at him. He meets brilliantly blue eyes and a cheeky grin, and, combined with the... compromising position Jaskier’s in, it makes heat pool in the pit of Geralt’s stomach.

He frowns, shaking the thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be having away. “What are you doing, inmate?”

Jaskier looks back down, frowning in annoyance as he takes one last look under the table, before crawling to the bookshelf Geralt is standing next to, looking underneath it. “A pencil. A yellow one, to be precise. Rolled off the table, earlier, and I can’t find it.”

“You should be at dinner.”

Jaskier looks up again at Geralt, grinning widely, eyes sparkling. “I know. But yellow is my favourite colour, and I really want that pencil back.”

Geralt rolls his eyes. “You’ll find it tomorrow, now get up.”

“Alright, alright.” Jaskier sits up on his knees, wiping the dirt off his hands. He looks to the side, right at Geralt’s crotch. “Oh,” he breathes, “I could get used to this sight.”

Geralt blinks, mind crashing and burning as he tries to process what Jaskier’s just said. “What?” he manages to choke out.

Jaskier looks up, all cheeky grin and sparkling blue eyes. “Oh, my bad.” He looks down for a second, then back up, gazing at the guard through his lashes, something changing in his face that sets Geralt’s skin on fire. “I could get used to this sight, sir.”

Geralt swallows thickly, heat definitely starting to pool at the bottom of his stomach, and he knows he’ll probably have to relieve himself in some quiet corner after this. “Get the hell up,” he bites out.

Jaskier pouts up at him, but does as he’s told after Geralt staring him down for several seconds. The inmate’s fingers brush against the side of the guard’s leg, as he finally gets up, blue eyes glinting with something dangerous that makes adrenaline pump through Geralt’s veins in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant.

“Oh, dear,” Jaskier mutters out, when he’s finally standing up, looking down at the obvious tent in Geralt’s trousers. “I didn’t mean to turn you on, sir.”

He feels anger course red-hot through his veins, along with the adrenaline and arousal, and he snarls at Jaskier, pushing the young man to the back and to the side, pressing Jaskier’s back against the wall. “I suggest you stop this right now.”

“Or what?” The young man stretches his neck out, nose brushing against Geralt’s, his breath ghosting over his lips teasingly. “You’ll punish me?”

Geralt grunts in surprise when Jaskier slings his leg around him, the inmate’s heel digging onto the muscles at the back of his thigh, pulling him closer.

He can’t help himself, not in this position, as he plants his palm against the wall next to Jaskier’s head, taking in the way the wicked grin turns into a small gasp of pleasure when he grinds against the young man, their cocks brushing against each other through the layers of clothing. Jaskier is insufferable, and Geralt would like nothing better than to ruin this facade of cockiness and self-confidence, to reduce the young man to panting moans and whimpers as he comes undone.

Infuriatingly enough, Jaskier seems to know that, as the wicked grin returns to his face, though his pupils are blown wide, almost completely taking over the blue in his eyes. “Please, sir, have mercy on me.”

And Geralt can’t stop the low rumble that escapes his chest at the way Jaskier purrs the word ‘sir’ into his ear. He noses at the young man’s neck, teeth clamping down softly on his pulse, grinding against Jaskier at the same time, earning him another shuddering moan.

The reality of what the hell he’s doing hits him when the noise from the dining room become less and less muted, the other inmates done eating dinner. He pulls back from Jaskier with a few trembling steps, taking in a shaky breath.

He points at the young man. “Don’t tell anyone,” he hisses.

The inmate chuckles, all dark eyes, sweaty, brown curls and rosy cheeks. “Wouldn’t dare.”

Geralt can see a glimpse of a wink, before he turns around, stumbling out of the recreation room.

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He has to pull himself off in the bathroom to get rid of the arousal coursing through his body; quick and dirty, groaning into his palm as he comes. Still, even after that, he can’t get rid of the images that keep flashing through his mind every time he blinks, can’t get rid of the wave of heat that spreads through his body at the memories.

Rosy lips, blue eyes, blown pupils, sweaty, brown hair sticking against flushed skin, nimble, wandering hands, a silver tongue.

He pushes the thoughts away, heading to his locker when his shift finally ends. He rushes out the door without as much as a goodbye to his colleagues, slamming the car door shut behind him, driving home way too fast, well over speed limit.

Once he’s finally home, he closes the door behind him, leaning against it. He presses his palm against his forehead, feeling the heat that resides just under his skin, ready to be awoken the second he thinks about Jaskier.

He sighs, walking to the bedroom, taking off his uniform. He puts his gun in the locker next to the bed, reaching for the key badge he always wears on his belt.

He freezes when his hand finds empty air.

Fuck.

The little shit’s stolen his badge.

#plot twist babey!#squish answers #llamasdumpsterfire #drabble #ask game #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #modern au #smut #i'm bad at writing smut i know #dont @ me #feral jaskier? sign me tf up #play with fire #prison au

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chimswae · 3 years

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BTS Caretaker CH32

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4, 450

- Author Note: Sorry for super late update i was busy with my work and new semester begin today :< so it took most of my time! anyways, here is the update! :) so im sorry seul is dumb and confuse, and when i wrote this i also confuse lmao so hmm, she has no intention to toy yoongi or kook heart.

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Chapter 32

Betrayal. Anger. Confusion.

Yoongi found himself gawking at the despicable scene in front of him, just when he thought Seul showed him a signal which he assumed only meant for him. There she was sleeping peacefully under the thick duvet, clinging onto Jungkook as though her life depended on it. Clothes scattered on the floor were enough to give him a short run up about their little deeds last night.

Rubbing the back of his head in frustration, he steadied his heavy breathing. Think rational, don’t jump into conclusion. You drag yourself in this, why are you upset? Yoongi clutched his fist letting jealousy engulfed his heart.

Should he wake these two up and make a scene? Or should he just walk away and talked to her about this after the tour?

None of the choices above could help him in resolving this unsettling feeling. He needed a closure. His thin lips were pressed into a thin line as he scrutinized the couple diligently, not breaking any eye contact. Much to his distaste, Jungkook shifted his position very slightly baffling the older guy. He certainly had no plan to face Jungkook, like hell if he planned to confront him, how he’s going to get started?

This was awkward.

Abort mission. Abort mission.

Yoongi turned around to leave the room however Jungkook hoarse voice put his steps to a halt “Yoongi hyung?” he called out softly. He swore in his head for creating this mess. Jungkook lifted Seul out of the way carefully, moving silently and pulled the duvet to cover her body.

The older guy made no move either as he waited Jungkook to speak, “Hyung..what are you doing here?” the latter let out a small grunt, while putting on his shirt and pants. Yoongi frowned hearing his indifferent voice as if he did nothing to irk him.

He glanced at Seul whom fast asleep and tore his gaze at the exhausted young man before him “You and I, in my room now. We need to talk” he sneered lowly and exited the room. Confused, the younger guy walked after Yoongi feeling the goosebumps all over his body. The topic of the conversation involved Seul and him, he could tell from Yoongi’s burning eyes.

This thing enraged Yoongi.

Jungkook closed the door behind him and planned to clear the misunderstanding before his hyung jumped into conclusion, things would get complicated that way. As he was about to open his mouth to speak, the older guy beat his him in doing so “Did you guys do it?” Jungkook’s face hardened.

“What-?” he flinched.

“I said, did you guys do it?!” he repeated with slightly annoyed voice. The memories of last night reappeared causing the maknae to feel self-conscious about it. Why was this thing matter to Yoongi? He never questions his hyung intimacy with Seul, only god knew what they did behind his back.

His brow pinched together forming a deep frown, “Why are you so interested in my personal life?” Jungkook mumbled under his breath.

“Because I happened to witness both of you naked under the blanket. Don’t you think it gives me enough ideas what you both up to last night? How far did you go?” Yoongi crossed his arms, with his hard fixated on him.

“That is none of your business” he blurted out.

“It is my business! We promise that we are in this together, if you are sleeping with her then what it makes me then? A one-night stand?” frustrated, Yoongi snarled garnering Jungkook’s attention. The latter brained his friend words, making sense out from it and it finally dawned on him, Yoongi and Seul were having that kind of relationship too.

His heart was pounding as if he had just run a race, he stroked his tousle hair in anger “You…” expelling a long sigh, he continued “You and Seul did….it? ”Jungkook didn’t even dare to finish his sentence as they exchanged a look.

Even though, Yoongi felt rueful over the fact that Seul was being intimate with two guys at once, he realized Jungkook was not the one to be blamed. It was their fault for not having any self-control. If there’s one person that’s partially guilty, then it the person would be Seul.

Screw Ji Seul for leading them on.

Again, they forced the girl to agree with their crazy ideas. Could they have expected this at least? Like they had a control over Seul’s feelings and actions. They should have expected the unexpected because it bounds to happen, sooner or later.

“We didn’t go far. Seul and I were having that moment, however we snapped out from it before we lost ourselves” Yoongi pursed his lips in annoyance and staring at Jungkook with a strained, and expectant glance.

Jungkook looked down while shaking his head “We went halfway, she stopped me before I could make another move. I should have controlled myself!” he said as he sunk on Yoongi’s bed, heaving a deep sigh. Leaning against the wall, a small smile played across his face “This is so fucked up Kkuk. What if..we ended up sleeping with her for real? Neither you nor I would like that to happen, do you? I don’t like sharing” he professed.

“What make you think I like sharing her with you?” he snapped.

Yoongi hissed “I vow to myself that I won’t let girl issues come between us, now look where it brings us? We need to put a stop to this” he groaned.

“How? It is not like we can force her to give us answers?! She…is having a rough time. This is not a good idea. I cant hurt her…I promise to protect her” he muttered.

“Rough time? Is there something that I must know?” the anger inside him had subsided. All he cared was Seul’s well-being. He couldn’t remember when the last time was they had a heart to heart talk which involved her life. It had always been about him and him. Not that he remembered, if there was time Seul bring up a topic about her.

“Someone from her past make an appearance again. There’s a lot of things that we don’t know about her, hyung. It made me realize how it is not easy for her to make up her mind. She had a traumatic past” Yoongi’s ears perked up in curiosity. Hesitant, Jungkook took a long pause as the older guy urged him to continue with his story.

Yoongi had the right to know the truth.

Will Seul kill him if he spilled her secret? But it is Yoongi though, she cares for him. If she wished to bring this relationship to whole new level, she got to trust Yoongi.

Seul, please don’t kill me. Im afraid of hyung’s wrath more than yours. Jungkook prayed in his head, and finally unravelled the mystery of Ji Seul life. Called it dramatic, Min Yoongi really exaggerate his reactions and in the middle of the conversation, Yoongi would punch the mattress under him jolting the younger guy in pure horror.

This was the exact reason why he feared Yoongi’s wrath more than others. Unexpected reaction and action came from him was the worse thing on planet. “Fuck. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” he snarled angrily, though he had no reason to be mad at Jungkook. The emotion took over his sanity, he was at the verge of killing someone at this rate.

“I discovered the truth last night, what do you expect me to do? Come running to your room and let you swear at me for waking you up from your deep slumber!” he rolled his eyes, judging his hyung mentally.

“If that is what you need, then you should have come sooner! She fucking cried and you-ugh what an asshole, I swear if I have an image of him in my head..I will not spare his life“ scowling, Yoongi grinded his teeth suppressing his anger.

To be reminded of Seul’s past was repugnant to him. Now, that he shared half of the burden with Yoongi at least they could protect her from the evil man. If that’s what Yoongi planned to do since he insisted on getting the answers from Seul.

“Alright, this is out of topic. Do you think Jimin hyung and Seul are as close as us to her?” Jungkook said out of the blue alarming Yoongi in his seat. “Do you think they ever-Impossible right? We are talking about Jimin here. He is not that type of guy who will do such thing” he assured himself to not let negativity consumed his brain.

“Duh, it is Jimin hyung! The guy who ripped his shirt on stage, and the same guy who used his sexiness to kill girls’ heart. Do you think he is not capable of such thing? Do not belittle him” said Jungkook in an irritating manner.

“Yah! Why are you bringing him up? I am sure there is not much progress in their relationship, just because.. I rarely see them together. She has been sticking like a glue with Jin and you, I should be worried of Jin than Jimin”

Jungkook massaged his forehead “Jin hyung.. Jin hyung..” he hummed incoherently.

A loud grunt behind the partition brought their attention to the sleepy figure “Whose unpleasant voice is that calling my name so early in the morning?” Jin yawned loudly, kicking his blanket off him before sitting up in annoyance. Yoongi and Jungkook froze as they totally forgot about Jin’s existence in the same room, he wondered if the guy overheard their conversation earlier.

“I will go check on Seul. We will talk about this again later” he murmured lowly enough for Yoongi to hear, as he left the room.

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The boys had finally left for their Japan tour and would not be home for two weeks or more. Despite their hectic schedule, they would come back in between to settle some stuffs in Korea but there could barely breath Korea’s air. They would need to leave immediately the day after for their tour.

Seul returned to her daily routine, tending her job at the tea shop and as the caretaker except she’d come less to clean since they’re not home. Most of the time, she would spend her time at work with her friends and Hoon made a frequent visit to her workplace just to get his free brownies. Impudent boy.

“We are short of fresh milk, I will be out to buy it. Watch the counter” Wongeun set his brown apron on the table. “Will you be alright alone? Hwasa is out for delivery but she will be back soon though” Seul chuckled.

“Hey this is not my first time alone, stop being dramatic. Just go, we need those fresh milk” she dried her hands and returned to the cashier counter. Ruffling her hair, Wongeun gave her a final wink as he exited the store with a playful smile.

The business at this hour was not busy in comparison to lunch hour break giving Seul time to breathe and clean the place thoroughly. Three hours till the closing, Seul decided to kill time and polished her skills in baking a red velvet cake. Recently, Wongeun taught her how to bake one since he wanted to make it as their signature cake.

Humming to random songs, she dropped the ingredient carefully inside the glass bowl with a wide grin. Nothing could beat this excitement to see the result of it. Occasionally, she would glance at the counter if there’s any presence of customer. She was immersed in her creations to notice someone presence behind her.

Seul felt a hand slid down her arms, brushing her skin from behind cause her to turn around in fear facing the individual. Her face felt upon seeing the uninvited guest there, and it made her super conscious of her surroundings. She pressed her back deeper against the marble counter as if it could take more of her weigh, to create a huge distance between him and the older man.

“It is nice seeing you again Seul” his dirty voice haunted her once again. A voice that she tried so hard to forget now came to torture her again without mercy. There was a tiny voice in her head telling her to scream and sought help, she just wanted to escape from here. Breathing in the same room as his disgusted her.

“Seeing how hard you try to push me away, I bet you still remember me” placing his arms on both side, he trapped her in between while smirking playfully.

One of her hands clutched onto the counter, gulping the heavy lumps on her throat “Wh-at…do you wan-t..Stay..away from me” her lips quivered as she failed to hold back her fears. He smelled just like seven years ago, a mixture of tobacco and alcohol.

“Aw, I wish I can. But you are working for me, like old times don’t you think?”

Seul eyes sprung open, and she stared at him disbelief “Yes my dear, I am the owner of this place. Fate really brings us together, I like that” he moves his hand along the length of her hair and leaned in to sniff the sweet peach smell from it.

“You smell just as good as before” she palmed his chest to push him away, but his grip tightened around her wrist as fast as lightning earning a soft whimper from the girl. Tears started to cascade down her cheeks like heavy rain, fearing what he’s about to do to her.

“Lea-ve me alone” Seul pleaded.

“Aw, I wish I can my dear, but I am in charged here. It is rude to treat your employer this way don’t you think?” squishing her wrist tighter, he whispered dangerously close to her earlobe. His hot breath fanned against her skin, weakening her knees instantly.

Tears in her eyes blurred the image around her, she desperately looked for source of help at least anyone inside the store to pull her out of this misery. “There is no one here, just us. We can have a little fun too” the man used his free hand, to encircle it around her waist crashing their body together.

Seul gasped in horror and struggled in his strong grasp. It seemed like his age didn’t deplete his energy at all. Showing no sign of giving up, she reached out to random things on the counter as a defence mechanism. Things happened way too fast, as she sensed his body being lifted off from her and not long after she saw the older man ended up against the wall groaning in pain.

“YOU RAT! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH HER!” the owner of the voice yelled angrily, glaring at his way getting ready to take another charge and punched the older man into a pulp. The familiarity of the voice shocked the hell out of her. She could tell who’s her saviour under the mask just by his voice.

Hurriedly, Seul went to his side, embracing him from behind “Jin..please. stop it… please” she sobbed between her words.

His heart softened, as he quickly faced the girl taking her in his arms, “Seul-ah are you okay? Did he hurt you anywhere?” she let out a long sigh of relief, grateful that Jin appeared just on time before Mr Kwon could do anything inappropriate.

Mr Kwon got back on his feet, fixing his grey suit with a smug played across his face. “We are not done Seul. I will see you around” Jin gritted his teeth, watching his figure disappeared into the darkness.

He returned his attention to the crying girl, “Calm down, Seul. I am here, he is gone” he stroked her hair and sighed deeply. “Thank you..” she had begun to tremble with a sort of frightened and frustrated fury.

Seul had never been so scared in her life ever since she escaped that gruesome phase years ago. How was it possible to fix her old wound again? Jin took his time to calm down the scared girl. Squeezing her eyes open, she looked up meeting his worried gaze “What are you doing here?” she murmured, pulling away from his embrace.

“We have to get back to studio to record new songs, but we’ll fly back to Japan this Saturday. Where are your colleagues? Why are you alone?” stroking her cheeks, Jin dried her tears and emitted a long sigh.

“Wongeun oppa and Hwasa are out to do errands. They will be back soon” as if on cue, Hwasa and Wongeun made their appearance inside the store cheerfully however only to turn serious as soon as they saw the mess and distressed looking Seul.

Hwasa lurched forward, grabbing Seul shoulder “Oh my god, are you alright? Did someone try to hurt you? Where is the thief?” her eyes scanned the area wildly and as soon as notice Jin’s presence there, Hwasa let out a high pitch holler. “You are the thief? What did you do to her?!”

Both Wongeun and Jin squirmed slightly at the squeaky voice, and before Seul could explain further, her crazy best friend had already grabbed nearby broom to hit the innocent young man with it.

“Aren’t you ashamed?! Do you think it is okay to steal something which isn’t yours?” she swung the broom towards his direction. Jin dodged the hit before it could kiss his face.

“Hwasa! Stop it! He is not the thief!” the shorter girl grabbed her arms, holding the furious girl in her stance before she could cause any harm to this idol handsome face.

She growled under her breath while shooting a nasty glare at Jin “Oh really? I am not convinced by the way how he dressed. He looked even suspicious with that mask on” Seul shook her head tiredly.

Offended by the accusations, Jin pulled down his mask a little revealing his face “If I were a thief, the only thing that I steal will be Seul’s heart” Seul cringed at his cheesiness. The tall guy who stood silently behind Jin looked disturbed by a joke that he pulled a moment ago.

Hwasa gaped “You are the Kim Seokjin! Oh my god!” the latter politely bow and smiled sweetly. “I am sorry to cause the misunderstanding. I was here when Seul was ha-“ Seul blurted out quickly, leaving Jin confused.

“I had a major headache and was about to pass out. Jin came right on time to help” their eyes met , exchanging a hard gaze.

“You sick? You should have told me Seul. I would send you back early. Now, go get your stuff and leave. You need rest” Wongeun suggested.

“I am okay, I can still work”

Jin crossed his arm “No you are not. You look pale to me, lets go back. I will walk you home” Hwasa bit her lower lips, careful not to fangirl over the attention that Seokjin showed on her best friend. She was happy for Seul just because she could see this young man before her is madly in love.

“You guys please” “Seul please listen to me for once, leave before I make you” Wongeun’s voice was stern and firm enough to intimidate her. Giving into the order, Seul made her way sulkily to her locker grabbing her things.

Hwasa turned to Jin putting her serious façade “Kim Seokjin-ssi, take care of my friend. If..i find out she gets hurt under your supervision, I will smack your handsome face with this broom” his eyes wide opened in bafflement.

Seul walloped her back head softly earning a loud protest from the latter “We are heading back home not for a war, stop being dramatic, you rude girl” Hwasa rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Get back home safely” Wongeun crescent moon eyes appeared when he smiled brightly.

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Her place was only 10 minutes-walk from the store, but they purposely took another route which took another 15 minutes. She did not mind the long walk especially with Jin by her side. That quiet walk home was her chance to relax and gathered her thought.

Jin on the other hand racking his intelligent brain to find that one perfect word to inquire her about the incident happened inside the store. The harassment was intentional to him, he had a strong feeling that the perverted old man knew Seul.

“We are not done Seul. I will see you around” his voice rung in his head non-stop and for some reason it couldn’t be erased from his memory. A displeased grunt could be heard clearly shifting her attention to her. Seul stopped walking, interlacing their hand together surprising the latter.

Jin eyes landed on their intertwined hand, and a smile crept on his face. “Do you have questions for me?” she muttered softly.

“What questions?”

“You can’t bluff me, it is written all over your face. What’s on your mind?” Jin bit his tongue, sighing one more time. She giggled and stroked the visible line on his forehead “Look you are sighing again and stop frowning. You don’t want to have wrinkle at this age” Jin studied her face.

Her long eyelashes batting at him, and her brown eyes stared out, wide and lovely. Her beauty never fails to render him speechless. Jin shrugged the thought off and wrapped her wrist, holding it down “Lets find a place to talk” she nodded in agreement, letting Jin led the way.

As they walked to nearby park, hand in hand, Jin spotted empty bench. They sat in silent for few minutes until he finally had the courage to ask the question. “The man earlier, do you know him?” Seul knew he finally asked her about Mr Kwon, it’s matter of time.

“He is someone from my past. The memories that I had with him was horrible and pathetic” her fingers fiddled with the hem of her blouse, inhaling a deep breath. Jin didn’t expect her to tell him everything. Seul’s expression darkened as she was remembered by the past again, nothing seemed to be working every time she wanted to get rid of the horrible memory.

“Seul, if you are not-“ “My father sold me to him. Mr Kwon, that man…my father made a deal with him. In exchanged of the freedom from his debt, I have to serve Mr Kwon. He used me to satisfy his needs and..” she had a stoic expression that pained Jin. Although close to tears, she tried to make her voice sounded casual.

He stared at her in a different, and in curiosity. Jin least expected to hear such things came from her mouth. He thought it only existed in dramas or movies, so it really happened in real life. A clawing sensation tugged at his chest, her emotional pain nearly suffocated him.

“And..I was locked in a room ever since he brought me in. I thought of ending my life right away, I couldn’t handle the pain. It was too much..I..I just..” she was not able to finish her sentence and her voice cracked. She inhaled deeply, as pain engulfed her heart breaking it like a crumbling wall.

Jin threw his arms around her protectively, caressing her long hair “I am sorry..” he whispered.

“You did nothing, don’t be sorry” she felt tears brimming in her eyes. With a single blink, the tears spilled down like a broken pipe. After regaining her composure, she settled herself comfortably in his embrace and continued with her stories. Seul thought if she told him about her dark past, it would help her to heal the wound.

Although he listened attentively to her story of life, her humiliation at the awful past got to her. She was ashamed and disgusted of it. What is Jin felt the same way? When she first opened up to Jungkook, she didn’t expect his reaction contradicted to what she imagined.

It went well despite her struggled between the sobs.

Jin took one deep breath in as soon as the story ended. “So you and Hoon are step siblings? Different father but same mother?” Seul smiled meekly. “Have you found your real father?” he looked at her with a concern look.

“I don’t know who my father is. I asked my mother about it but, she refused to tell me the truth. I stopped asking after that one time because she looked hurt and furious”

“Arent you curious?”

“I am..i really want to see him, my biological father. I wish I can find way to reach him” she murmured in defeat.

He sighed “Your father, you will find him. I..damn how should I put this, is it possible for you to quit your job considering Mr Kwon is the owner of that shop. It is risky to stay Seul-ah. Now, that he knows you’re working there, he will find way to get to you again” his hand stopped around her waist and continue to make a small circle around it.

“I need that job to cover up our daily expenses”

“But you have the caretaker job with us, isn’t it enough to pay for everything?” his brows quirked up.

“The money that I earned from that job I used it to pay mom’s medical expenses. This permanent job that I have, to pay for the bills and Hoon’s college” he gave her a disapproval look.

“If this is about money, I can help you. Your safety is my utmost priority, I want to quit that job. The things that happened today might occur again, you never know when that bastard decided to strike again. Please Seul, think about it” taking her hand in his, he brought it close to his lips, kissing it softly.

Seul shuddered at the contact of his lips against her cold skin, a gush of memory invaded her mind. The kisses that Jin gave to her when she had her panic attack made her face pink. “I will think about it” she coughed away the awkwardness.

“It is late, you need your rest too. Lets go back now” she pulled her hand form his grasp and arose from her feet. She couldn’t stop the thudding of her heart as she waited for him to come up. He smiled to himself and grabbed her hand once again making the latter to squeal softly.

“Lets go” he interlocked her fingers with his, and started walking side by side.

Underneath a sky blanketed with stars, there were two confused souls walking through the darkness. They pretended the sound of their loud heart beatings were not caused by their close proximity.

Was she swooned by Jin’s little gesture?

#btscaretaker #bts series #bts x oc #yoongi x oc #suga x oc #jungkook x oc #bts idolau #bts fic #bts fanifction #kpop fanfiction #bts fluff #yoongi romance #jungkook fanfic #yoongi fanfic

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kacchaneatsass · 5 years

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heyyy can i request bakugou, iida, tsuyu & jirou reacting to being paired with their crush for a project and they have to spend a lot of time alone together and maybe cute//nsfw stuff happens? c: also i hope youre doing well ily

Its nice to be back to all my babeys : TOP TWO ARE SFW HEADCANNONS, BOTTOM TWO ARE KINDA NOT <3 i may or may not have twisted it a little so they weren't all exactly the same, but I hope you like them anon!!!! Biiiiiig exhale lmao i spent way to long on this ish also just saying the smut kiiiinda sucks cause I haven't written smut in a whole while ALSO I APLAGIZE CAUSE I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE ACCIDENTALLY FALLEN ASLEEP INSTEAD OF FINISHING WRITING THUS LIKE I SAID CAUSE IM A DWEEB

Tsuyu Asui

She wasn't expecting you to say YES when she invited you over to study

I mean

Not that she was complaining

And the first half hour went well! Lots of studying, flashcard making, and quizzing

And then you got bored

First it was footsies, just kicking each other playfully

And then you rolled over onto your back and laid your head in her lap and her heart nearly exploded out of her chest

Typically shes blunt, its just in her nature, but she didnt want to mess this up

She didnt know how you felt about her, and if it meant losing these little moments with you then she was fine never telling you about her feelings

When you let her card her fingers through your hair, she almost died on the spot when you slowly fell asleep

Jirō Kyoka

Yeah, it was supposed to be studying

Was any studying actually done?

Not in the slightest

As soon as you entered her room, you were already bouncing around and looking at all of her instruments

(She has a ton)

She quickly takes this as an opportunity to show off to you, and offers to teach you how to play some

Guitar is your first pick, seeing as its one of Kyoka's favorites

She loves being able to guide your fingers into place, just the gentle touches sending her heart racing

But you cant seem to get the strumming pattern down

So, without completely thinking, she wraps her legs around you and straddles your waist from behind, reaching around to move your hands

When she realizes what shes just done, she freezes, but you show no signs of discomfort and she slowly lets herself relax a little

With her left hand guiding your fingers to the strings, her right hand grasps yours and she helps you strum along correctly

You unintentionally let your body lean back into hers, your hair brushing her nose, and she melts

Does everything in her power stay like this for the rest of the night, teaching you how to play the guitar while hugging you from behind

Bakugō Katsuki

It wasn't an odd occurance to see you wandering around the dorms near Bakugou's room, books in hand and a pencil trapped between your teeth. It was common knowledge that not only were you Bakugou's significant other, but you were struggling in the grades department. As your boyfriend was the number one academic in your class, you often found yourself asking him for help, which he never rejected.

Which was why, as you again hovered near Bakugou's door at 8 at night with a stack of physics textbooks in hand, no one took the time to question it.

"Get the fuck in here, shitty girlfriend."

You didn't have time to react as the door swung open, your violent boyfriend grabbing your arm and yanking you inside, slamming the door behind you. "Hey!"

He huffed, throwing himself onto his bed, "chapter 6, section 2. Open up, we've got a long night ahead of us."

You sighed, moving to sit next to him on the bed. "You know I hate this, I just can never understand anything. It's so hard! When will we ever need physics? I'm not going to be a physicist, I'm going to be a pro hero!"

He grabbed your arm, yanking you down to lie next to him, his hand swinging across your abdomen. "Because it's important, and smart people know it. You wanna be smart, right? Smart enough to be a shitty pro hero? Then you have to learn fucking physics."

You could only roll your eyes at his vulgar language, taking the chance to cuddle into his side, suddenly aware of the heat bubbling in your stomach. "Then show me, huh? Newton's laws. Isn't one of them that if somethings in motion it stays in motion?"

He shifted to look over at you, blonde hair pressed flat to the bedspread. "Yeah, the fucking first law, dumbass. We went over this last week."

You tilted yourself forward, letting your tongue glide over your lip. "Show me the first law, then. Motion."

Katsuki grinned in response, finally catching onto your words. "Or, maybe it would be better to review his third law?"

You cocked your head, breaking concentration for a moment. "Third law?"

Quicker then you could think, he had you flipped on your back while he pinned you, a grin plastered on his pale face. "Newtons Third Law of Motion. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction."

Katsuki's lips were on yours in an instant, hips grinding down against your own in an effort to create friction. Not that you particularly minded, your hands dipping around the back of his neck to pull him flush to your own body.

His lips left yours with a resounding pop, tracing butterfly kisses along your jaw and down to your neck, his body shifting to bite harshly into your shoulder. He groaned through his teeth at your yelp of pain, grinding his hips down harder.

"You like that, huh, slut?" His tounge dipped between thinned lips, lapping at the blood he had drawn, "you like when I mark you?"

You didn't have a chance to respond as his lips captured yours once more, his sweaty palms slinking under your shirt to palm at your chest, a growl bubbling deep in his throat. The gargled moan that left your throat encouraged him onwards, your hips rutting up to meet his own.

He released his hold on your lips, slipping backwards down the bed to rest at the hem of your pants, lithe fingers toying with your waistband. "Ya' like this reaction?"

A hiss escaped your lips as he, again, left you with no time to respond. He buried his face between your thighs, nose brushing your clit through the fabric of your pants, hot breaths warming the space between you. He was certainly taking his sweet time, fingertips ghosting over your thighs.

A huff escaped your lips, your patience running thin quicker then he expected. "Kat, c'mon-"

The whines that escaped you as you tried to rut against his face forced his half mast cock to full attention, pressing harshly into the matress. A snarl ripped from his lips as he yanked your pants to your ankles, giving you seconds to kick them off as he fiddled with his belt, attempting to remove his own pants.

He only got the waistband to mid-thigh before your hands were on him again, grabbing at his forearms and pulling him closer. Katsuki took no time to prepare you as he spread your legs, lining himself up before burying his throbbing cock in your heat. "Fuckin' slut, huh?" His hands travelled as his hips pistoned into you, moving to pull off your shirt, "you like my dick splittin' you don't you?"

You could only nod, gasps and mewls leaving your mouth. When a particularly rough thrust brushed your g spot, his spare hand flew to your mouth, covering it harshly.

"Shut up, we're in the fucking dorms. Don't need you moaning like a fucking porn star." The hand he was using to hold himself above you shifted, gripping at your hair as his thrusts quickened, your stifled moans growing louder as the knot in your abdomen grew and grew. Bakugou's hot breath swept across your face, thr smell of gunsmoke and burnt pine filling your senses in a way only he could. "Fuck, I'm gonna-"

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the knot in your stomach snapped, your orgasm washing over you. Katsuki followed shortly after, pulling out just to shoot ropes of cum across your chest, his eyes half lidded as he held onto his high for as long as possible.

Iida Tenya

This was one of the few times where Tenya Iida wasn't going at supersonic speed to finish the work for the project, and the simple reason as to why happened to be sitting next to him with a pencil trapped between their teeth.

You would occasionally scribble down a few more notes, your handwriting still as illegible as ever, but he found it harder and harder to take his eyes off of you. From the way you tapped your fingers on your thigh, to the way you occasionally scratched at your head, or even the rise and fall of your chest as you breathed. He was absolutely enamoured, not that he would ever tell you that.

"So, should we just print the excerpts? Neither of us have great handwriting-" you paused as you looked up, catching Iida's eye and blinking widely as a deep blush spread across his face.

"T-that sounds great!"

You blinked owlishly again, staring at the class president who seemed to have suddenly developed a stutter. "Iida-kun, are you okay?"

He swallowed thickly, trying to will away both his newfound stutter as well as his ever growing blush. "I'm f-fine! Thank you for worrying!" He moved to jot down another note, managing to drop his pencil in the process. Mumbling anxiously under his breath, he moved again to try and pick it up.

The unfortunate part fell in that exact moment, as you took notice and went to grab his pencil for him. Your heads collided, the force of your elder classmate sending you to the floor. You reached for purchase, only succeeding in grabbing the collar of Iida's shirt and pulling him down on top of you, the air squeezed from your lungs under the weight of your class president.

"Y-(y/n)! My apologies, I-I-"

The goofy smile, along with your giggling made him freeze, staring down at you with wide eyes as he held himself up on his elbows. "You're such a dork." Before he properly had time to register the situation, you had tightened your hold in his collar and pulled him towards you, placing your lips on his.

He blinked widely, stayiny frozen for a moment, before he finally allowed himself to melt into your touch, returning the gentle movement of your lips on his.

When you both pulled back, eyes still closed in bliss, his breath shuddered from his throat. "I like you."

Another giggle escaped you, and he allowed himself to open his eyes. You stared up at him, eyes half lidded in a way that made him want nothing more then to capture your lips in his own again.

"I like you too, Iida-kun."

"Call me Tenya." The words came out before he could think of what to say, and then his lips were back on yours.

The jaw dropping feeling of your tongue dipping from between your teeth to poke at his own mouth had the blood in his body ghosting downwards. He, of course, obliged and let himself melt further into the kiss as he moved both of you up into a sitting position.

The tension between your bodies began to grow, one of his hands drifting down to your waist while the other wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into him. Your hands fluttered around his shoulders, fingers leaving delicate touches along his collarbone and the crook of his neck, causing him to struggle for air.

You pulled away, leaving Tenya's mouth still open while his eyes hung half lidded, the pure list radiating off of him spurring the dripping heat between your thighs. "You have condoms anywhere?"

He nodded absentmindedly, eyes drifting to where you had started to unbutton your own shirt unbeknownst to him, the sight of your cleavage making his hips buck involuntarily. He reached into the bedside drawer, pulling the silvery wrapping with him before handing it to you, obviously not sure what to do.

You took the absolute melting of his brain as a sign to not only continue, but to lead. You let your habds ghost over his chest, making quick work of his tie. Lithe fingers started popping his buttons one by one, your lips finding purchase at the newly revealed skin, tongue gliding across the toned muscles.

The small huffs of satisfaction spurred you forward, sliding his shirt from his shoulders as you moved onto his pants, removing them in due time to leave him in his boxers. He lifted his hips to let you remove them, and you followed suit by disposing of your own clothing.

Tenya stared on in awe, eyes glazed at the sight of your bare body laid out for him. His mind melted as he watched you slip the edge of the wrapper between your teeth and rip it open, taking out the rubber and sliding it down his exposed member.

The small 'fuck' that escaped his lips at the contact made you shudder, his hands moving to your shoulders as he flipped the two of you over, his knees now resting between your legs. "Are you sure this is alright?"

You said nothing, simply reaching out to draw his lips back to yours. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't."

He nodded, letting out the breath he had been holding, and shifted to position himself near your cunt. "Ready?"

Your answer came in the drifting of your hand downwards, locking with his hand to help guide him inside you. You both let out porn-worthy groans as he quickly bottomed out.

His teeth attached to your shoulder, biting through the skin before licking away the rising blood. "I hope you know, this is gonna be a long night."

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brrahbrrahcharacterimagines · 5 years

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Insufferable (Rick Grimes x Reader)*SMUT*

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 2012

Warnings: SEX, age gap, danger, killing zombies, Dom/Sub dynamic, daddy kink, spanking, cursing, kinky sex, cum

Request: COULD U lol make a fanfic with rick and the reader and the reader being younger than him and he treats her like a kid and she gets pissed with it and goes out and does something stoopid to prove a point and the reader and rick argue bad and it gets really hot real fast and rick has to show the reader who’s boss LMAO and it gets really kinky really tough and yh :)))) lol thank u @bvyppp

A/N: Yea there isn’t a whole lot of backstory. It’s pretty much all sex. I guess that’s what happen when I don’t see my boyfriend for over a week ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

God that man aggravated you to no end.

All you had done was ask to go on a supply run. He was going out to try and scavenge the surrounding area, and you figured you would be able to help. Instead you got a lecture about how dangerous it is beyond the wall.

Although you had been living in Alexandria long before Rick and his group came along, you had spent years on the outside of those walls. You knew how to handle yourself around walkers, and everybody knew it. Everybody except for Rick, it seemed. Years of fighting the dead didn’t count for anything in his eyes. He treated you as if you had no knowledge of the outside world, no knowledge of how to defend yourself.

Sure, you may have been younger than him. He was in his early forties and you were just about to hit thirty. That still gave him no right to baby you. You were a fully-grown adult woman who could damn well handle herself. You just had to find a way to prove that to him.

Finally you got your chance. A small hoard of walkers had made its way towards the Alexandria walls. A group of survivors began forming with Rick as their leader, arming themselves to go take on the threat as a group. Before they got the chance, you snuck out the front gate, running towards the group with a bow and a quiver full of arrows.

You aimed at the first walker, quickly shooting it through the eye. It collapsed to the ground, causing the rest of the undead to look to you. You readied your bow and arrow again, taking aim at the walker that seemed to be the closest to you. Once again you shot the arrow right through its eye, killing it instantly. You had gotten to be an amazing archer over the years, needing a way to kill targets silently from a distance. Plus, the arrows were retrievable unlike a bullet. You picked the walkers off one by one, dwindling their number from somewhere around ten down to only one in less than a minute. You readied your last shot, taking aim at the final walker.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice call, startling you and breaking your concentration. The arrow went flying, hitting the walker in the arm. You turned back to see Rick and the others running towards you from the gate. You reached into your quiver, only to feel nothing. You panicked. Overconfident, you hadn’t brought any extra arrows. You reached for the knife you always kept on your belt loop, grabbing the hilt as you felt two cold arms grab at your shoulders.

You fell to the ground, losing your grip on the knife. It slid out of the holster and across the pavement, just out of your reach. You used both hands to push on the torso of the monster on top of you, trying to keep its snarling jaws away from you. It reeked of death and decay, and you had to try not to vomit then and there.

Despite your best efforts, the creature seemed to get closer and closer to your face. It’s snapping teeth were mere inches from your nose. Just as you thought it was all over, its head exploded and the walker fell limp onto you. You pushed it off, jumping quickly to your feet as you wiped the putrid blood onto your sleeve.

Rick stormed up to you angrily, his eyes on fire.

“What the hell did you think you were doing?” He snarled. “Thanks to you I had to waste a bullet. Thankfully I had a silencer, otherwise all the walkers in the area would be flocking to us thanks to you.”

You looked up at him defiantly, refusing to let him scold you like a little girl.

“I can handle myself, Rick. If it weren’t for you I could have shot every single one of them.”

“You didn’t bring any more arrows,” he retorted.

“I brought enough, I could have killed the last one if you hadn’t distracted me.”

“Well if you are so easily distracted, you shouldn’t have come out here on your own.” He said. You could hear the anger dripping off his tone. By this time you were walking back to the wall, the group opening the gate for you. Rick was hot on your heels the whole time.

“You shouldn’t have gone out there on your own.”

“I am more than capable of defending myself,” you scoffed.

“You could have gotten hurt,” he said as you stomped up the steps into your house.

“Well I didn’t, did I?” You said sarcastically, although with your tone it was clear to anybody listening that you were pissed off. To your displeasure, Rick pushed the door open before you could slam it on him, slamming behind himself instead.

“Only thanks to me, you had a walker inches from your face.”

Only then did you notice your position. You had turned to face him, leaving you with your back mere inches from the wall. He had stormed close to you, getting right up in your face as he yelled at you. You had hated that in the moment but noticing now how close he was it might not have been so bad. His piercing blue eyes burned into your own (E/C) eyes, sending a wave of arousal course through you.

“I could have handled it.” You said, but with less conviction as he walked closer to you, making you press your back to the wall. Your breath caught in your throat as he placed his arms on either side of your head, trapping you in place.

“You’re insufferable,” he said before bending down to capture your lips with his own. You hungrily kissed him back with a passion that you hadn’t even known was inside of you. He pressed his body against yours as you reached up to tug on his hair. He let out a growl, bucking his hips towards you. He moved his lips to your neck, no doubt leaving bright red hickies behind that you would have to try and cover up for the next week. It would be nice trying to explain to everyone why you were wearing so many scarves all of a sudden. You let out a moan as he found your sweet spot, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. The noise only encouraged him.

“Bedroom,” he muttered huskily as he pulled away. You wanted to whimper at the loss of contact but you restrained, instead turning to rush down the hallway to your room. You felt him slap you on the but as he followed you, making you squeal.

“Get on the bed.” He ordered. You complied. “Take off those pants.”

You looked into Rick’s eyes, ready to respond with something witty, but instead you found yourself speechless. He was staring at you hungrily, desiring you more than anything. Your eyes traveled down to his own pants, seeing the growing bulge forming just under his belt.

“Did you hear me?” He asked. “Take. Them. Off.”

You shuffled out of your pants faster than you had ever done so before, turning to look up at Rick innocently. He stayed standing on place.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” You purred. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. You were enjoying the effect you had over him.

“Not quite yet,” he replied, making you cock your head in confusion. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

Oh, you thought.

“Get on your hands and knees.” You did so, making Rick chuckle as you turned your ass towards him. “You’re so eager,” he said, pulling your panties down so that your lower half was entirely exposed to him. “You’re so fucking wet Kitten.”

You moaned at the nickname, but it turned into a yelp as you felt his hand come into contact with your ass.

“You shouldn’t have gone out there today.” He said, kneading your ass to soothe the pain. That only lasted so long before he slapped your ass again. “Why did you go out there?”

“I wanted to prove myself to you,” you said. There was no use lying, the man had you in the palm of his hand.

“Why, Kitten?” He asked with another smack to your ass. “Were you trying to make me proud?”

“No,” you said, earning another slap. This one was much harder, but it still made you bite back a moan.

“No, what?” He said.

“No, Sir.” Rick groaned at your words.

“Good job, Kitten. Now answer me.”

“You treated me like a child. I wanted you to see I can handle myself.”

“But could you?” He asked.

“What?” Another slap. You knew your ass must be bright red.

“Could you handle yourself?”

“No Sir,” you moaned. “I needed you.”

“Fuck yea you did.” He said. You heard him unzip his pants and take them off. “Take that shirt off.” He said, You did as he said quickly. “Bra too.”

By the time it was unclasped, Rick’s pants were off his legs and he was pulling his shirt over his head. Years of surviving in this world had made his body quite toned, but he was also covered in scars. You had to admit that they might have turned you no even more.

You had turned to face him, and he used this to his advantage as he shoved you onto the bed. He pressed his lips to yours roughly, but you noticed a certain sweetness to it as well. You didn’t dwell on that thought for long as he reached one hand up to your wet pussy. He ran a finger between your lips before making his way to your clit, rubbing lazy circles around it.

“Rick,” you moaned, eliciting a groan from him.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so wet for me.” You began to grind your hips against his hand, eager for more pressure. “What do you think you’re doing Kitten?”

“I need you Daddy,” you moaned. Rick pulled away only long enough to remove his underwear before returning his lips to yours. You didn’t have to ask him twice.

He slammed into you without warning, making you see stars. It had been a long time since you had had sex, and it hurt as his cock filled you up.

“You’re so tight around my dick Baby,” he said. He began thrusting slowly, picking up momentum as you began to move your hips. You moaned as he began thrusting faster, pounding you harder and harder with each thrust. He moved his finger down to you clitoris, pressing hard and making you moan as he rolled it between his fingers.

“Do you like it when I fuck you?” He asked. His voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you said.

“Yes what?” He said, stopping his hips. You whined, rolling your hips to feel friction again.

“Yes Daddy. It feels so good when you fuck me.”

“You’re such a good girl Kitten,” he said, “so compliant.” He was right, and you moaned.

He returned his hand to your clitoris, circling it and bringing you closer to the edge as he kissed your collarbone. You felt the feeling build in your stomach before you felt your walls clench around him, bringing himself to his own high. He came inside of you, pulling out after his orgasm was finished. He continued rubbing your clitoris until you came down from your own, then rolled off of you and onto his back beside you. You curled up to him, throwing a leg across his and laying your head on his chest.

“This doesn’t mean that I’ll be compliant outside of the bedroom,” you muttered, making him chuckle,

“Oh I know,” he replied. “I like that you’re feisty. It makes it even better when you get so submissive.”

You blushed, burying your face in Rick’s chest.

“Round two?” You asked, propping yourself up to look into his eyes.

“I can’t argue with that.”

#rick x reader #rick grimes x reader #The Walking Dead #the walking dead x reader #rick grimes #rick #grimes x reader

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smiling-like-a-snake · 5 years

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Ahhhh, sorry, just wondering when you were going to post the second part of that roleswap fic? If not them that's ok!

lmao guess i’ll post it right now

sequel to this fic

August didn’t know how to be kind. It was the rise of summer, the time where the sun still beat against the backs of workers and then cooled down enough in the middle of the night to sneak through the cracks between windows and remind the world that fall was on its way, coming over the hill, scythe in hand.

They were nearly there (just a few more turns away) when the angel stumbled. A bony shoulder knocked into Aziraphale’s arm as new knees collapsed. The rest of created bones followed; crumbling like a Jenga tower. Metal clattered against stone, echoing across the buildings. Curtains rustled but didn’t pull back.

Not yet.

“Oh, dear,” Aziraphale caught the angel before they hit the street, doing his best to hoist the long, lanky figure back up. “None of that, now: we’re almost there.”

Jagged, bitten nails dragged down the surface of his coat, unable to catch on the fabric. Blue-silver eyes blinked once, unfocused and expressionless as they tried to pull their feet beneath them. They looked like a bundle of logs barely held together by fraying pieces of twine, about roll off the back of a truck going down a winding stretch of road. If Aziraphale had learned how to drive, he would have stayed a fair distance back, not daring to get anywhere near in case of an accident.

But this wasn’t a car, there was no winding road, and there certainly wasn’t any truck.

Voices rose between buildings, laughter of a couple on a stroll after a night out. The soles of their shoes clacked against brick, coming closer and closer.

And there he was, with a figure clothed in dirty rags and chains.

Aziraphale cursed, leaned down, wrapped one arm beneath trembling, sickly legs. “Hold on, my dear—” With a grunt, he hoisted the angel into his arms. Metal caught on buttons, hair on a collar.

The poor thing was trembling but he couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, fear, or exhaustion.

“Just a little further,” Aziraphale said, careful to keep his voice quiet. He pulled at the edges of reality, conforming it to his will, twisting distances so the bookshop was closer, light so they were hidden. The couple turned the corner, chatting and laughing. The woman had hooked her hand through her husband’s arm; their bodies pressed close, pink coat contrasting with his brown.

Aziraphale walked the rest of the way home, unnoticed.

The bed could be miracle clean, the blankets washed. He hadn’t used it in centuries and the poor thing was just sitting there, collecting dust. A few years back, at the beginning of the blitz, Aziraphale had the thought to just get rid of it; donate it to some family that would need it more than a demon who never slept.

People had been a lot more suspicious of their neighbours then, too. A man who didn’t have a bed when the government came knocking might have raised some eyebrows. Granted, his conversations with the British government had always been layered with subtext he never really tried to uncover; instead he told them to get out of his shop.

And they did.

“There we go,” he murmured, lowering the angel down to the covers. There were a couple of dark stains across his coat, dotting beige fabric with various shades of grey. Aziraphale shrugged it off, hung it over the back of a chair, and worked on rolling his sleeves to his elbows.

Chains rattled with the trembling, sounding like some metal beast’s death throes. The angel had ducked their head, hair hiding their face behind a clumpy, dark curtain, pulled bruising knees up to their chest.

Aziraphale reached for the first shackle, the hell light rising towards him with an eagerness that could have been like a puppy if it wasn’t so hungry—

Fingers wrapped around Aziraphale’s wrist, holding tight, wrenching him forward. His knees hit the mattress, feet fumbling, knocking into the base of the bed.

Pupil-less eyes stared over his shoulder, brows drawn, lips pinched into a silent half-snarl.

“Now, wait just a—”

A palm slammed into his chest.

“Bugger,” Aziraphale muttered and went down with a crash. He laid there, more in shock than actually injured, and stared at the ceiling. Springs creaked, settled, and there was a small, breathless gasp followed by the sizzle-pop of burning flesh.

The smell of charred meat filled the room.

Aziraphale sat up, hair flopping into his eyes. “Oh, no, no, no—”

Yellow and orange flickered across the wall and bed sheets like the remnants of jack-o-lantern smiles, and a scream from the very depths of space ripped through the small, two story shop. It sounded like a star dying, like a planet being swallowed by a black hole, like the final rubber band snap of the universe when it finally collapsed on itself. Bones creaked, grinding together while the angel’s chest heaved—neither inhaling or exhaling—convulsing like the final desperate grasp a diver kept on their lungs before their diaphragm forced them to inhale.

(He could feel the heat of tampered hellfire, could feel it gleefully calling for him, proud of the pain it caused.)

Scrambling forward, Aziraphale reached for the shackles only for burnt hands to flinch away. “I’m trying to help you, you foolish creature,” he grumbled, crawling half across the bed, belly on the mattress, knees on the floor. Fingers brushed across glowing metal, a word in dark Enochian dropped from his lips and made the room and angel shudder.

Metal cracked down the middle, breaking open. He grabbed what was left of the shackles, ripped them off the bed, and tossed them into the corner. They clattered against wood, sizzled for a few seconds, and settled. False-real-skin was blackened around the wrists, sharp ended sigils burned against bones.

“Just one more,” Aziraphale kept his voice carefully pillowed, not et reaching for the slim, decorative collar with its silver leash. “It won’t harm you, but—”

The angel exhaled—a deep, universe heavy sound—that pressed down with unimaginable weight against shuddering ribs, holding their body against the mattress.

Aziraphale didn’t even know if they were aware enough to listen; but the silver-blue eyes blinked with feline slowness. He was about to pull back and leave it, when the angel lowered their head, revealing their neck and the collar.

“That’s it,” Aziraphale murmured, keeping his movements slow, his touch gentle. The gold and silver crumbled underneath his fingers, vanishing into puffs of oily smoke.

There was a clear stripe of skin, rubbed raw and red, but clean.

“Bath first,” Aziraphale pulled back, got up to his feet, wiped his hands on his trousers, “and then bed, I should think.”

#Anonymous #crowley #aziraphale #roleswap #spilled ink #good omens

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