#way and unleashed him upon us so it’s only right he bites their hands

[eroticain]

Wukong can NOT keep his hands to himself. He is constantly needing physical touch with Reader, and that can mean anything between holding her hand and being inside of her.

The amount of times she has to fend him off with a promise of letting him have fun later. Hell, she might do some teasing of her own, telling him that if he can behave for a while she'll let him breed her to his heart's content.

Which is a mistake on her part, since they wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon when that time comes. Especially since he keeps finding moments to whisper in her ear how excited he is to fill her up later.

Also he keeps pinching her ass to make her squeak, only laughing more when she glares at him.

- 🍉

It is time to unleash the hornyyyyyy

Oh he most certainly can NOT keep his hands to himself. And could you imagine if he had anything like a heat. Oml mans would not be able to control himself.🤤

I imagine that in that case:

He's been absolutely insatiable lately. You didn't know what was going on, all you knew was that Wukong couldn't last more than five minutes without trying to crowd you onto any nearby vertical or horizontal surface. It wasn't too bad at first since he was only doing it when you too were alone, but it quickly spread to public places as well. Not a single person, friend or stranger, could approach you without a feral monkey demon growling in their face before practically trying to mount you in front of them. Tripitaka had to use the tightening spell more than once just to get him off of you. 

It'd almost be comical if it weren't for how embarrassed you were. You were confused and becoming more sexually frustrated every time the demon randomly shoved his hand down your pants, which, in turn, only seemed to make his behavior worse. 

You kept subtly trying to tell him to calm down or at least wait, but every time he would concede and leave you alone he'd be back two seconds later like the conversation didn't happen. 

It got to the point where you had to actively avoid Wukong so he wouldn't hump your leg like a wild dog, which is easier said than done, this monkey was better at finding you than a bloodhound. It was during this time, that you were hiding and Wujing stumbled upon you. 

For a second, you thought it was Wukong and was about to run for it when you noticed it was just Sandy. "Oh thank, Buddha. I thought you were Wukong." You clutched your racing heart. "What the hell is wrong with him lately?" 

"You don't know?" Wujing asked. 

"Know what?" 

"Sorry, I just thought he would have told you. Given that you two have been together for a while now. Though I suppose that is giving him a lot of credit. Allow me to explain..." 

Wujing carefully explained the delicate state Wukong was in and that being in a village filled with potential rivals wasn't helping. And just as Sandy was finishing his biology lesson Wukong dropped right out of the fucking sky between you and Sandy in the alley way. He looked pissed. 

Wujing, being the peacemaker he was, managed to make it out with all of his limbs intact. 

But that left you alone with the Monkey King himself, and while you would have snuck off while Wujing was getting his shit recked, their skirmish was blocking the only exit. And so, as the growling monkey demon advanced on your shriveled form, all you could do was let out a nervous laugh and try reasoning with the king you were about to turn down for tenth time today. 

“Wukong, wait. Let’s talk about thi—!” 

The demon then pounced on you and began groping at any body part or piece of clothing he could get his sharp claws on. You let out a yelp and began getting swept away in the moment when he latched onto your neck and began sucking and biting at the available skin as he attempted to remove your pesky robes. 

You threw your head back as he ground his half hard cock directing into your clothed clit. Wukong hadn’t had many partners before you but you found he was nothing if not a quick learner that developed an incredibly accurate aim when it came to all of your weak spots. 

However, unfortunately for Wukong, you came to your senses as he began licking his way down your now exposed torso and you began tugging at his hair to pull him off. 

“Wait, wait! STOP!” Wukong instantly detached from your body with a trail a spit still connecting his lips to your tits. He looked dazed and not fully cognizant, but even so you could see that he was using every bit of will power to focus on you. “N-Not,” you took a second to compose yourself. “Not here.” 

Wukong did something you never would have expected from him in a million years, he whined. You quickly shushed him and stroked through the fur around his face and neck to calm him down. 

“Later. If you wait,” you cupped his cheeks to make sure he was looking directly into your eyes, “you can have me all night long and fill me as much as you want.” 

The sage shivered and tried to lean forward to kiss you, but you firmly held him where he was. 

“But ONLY.... After nightfall and other’s find a place to stay. Then?” You checked to make sure he was still listening to which he gave an eager nod, “Then you can take me far anyway from the village and fuck me to your heart’s content. Deal?” 

He whined again. 

“Deal?” You arched a brow at him. 

“D-Deal.”

#🍉 anon #skittle answers #isekai'd to the west #sun wukong x reader #wukong x reader #monkey king x reader #sun wukong #wukong #monkey king

[whumpshaped]

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, suggestive stuff (duh its vampires), mind control mention, dubcon biting mention, noncon touching, restrained and cornered

It was so easy. So infuriatingly easy. Humans flocked to them with eager expressions and movements that seemed just a little off, as though they weren't in full control of their body. They wanted a piece of death and they were ready to give a piece of their own in exchange, they clung to their shirt and turned their head to the side insistently, begging to be bitten.

It was infuriating, because Helle had been just like that, once. Stupid. Naive. Helpless under the spell of a creature ready to devour them whole.

Usually, the pain broke the illusion for a split second. The human would gasp as their teeth sank deep into their neck, and for just a moment, Helle could feel their regret and fear — then they would fall back on the comfortable cushion of the venom entering their system, lulled into a false sense of security as they were slowly drained of their blood.

They were fed up with trickery. They were fed up with stupid mortals, they were fed up with trying not to cause a commotion in the shadows, they were fed up. Using charm and venom was the preferred way of hunting by many, but it certainly wasn't a hard and fast rule. They had speed, they had strength, and they had decades if not centuries of pent up bitterness that they would unleash upon the next lone human that happened to be unfortunate enough to cross their path.

It only took a moment to grab the unsuspecting thing, slamming him against the wall of a dark alleyway right out of some cheap horror. His struggles were entirely in vain as Helle pinned him against the cold bricks, one hand holding his wrists above his head while the other covered his mouth.

There it was. Fear. Terror. Something humans should've felt when looking at them. The poor thing's muffled cries and ridiculous struggle only reassured them that this method was leagues better than the one they had been taught, and they bared their fangs in a grin, revelling in the power.

"I'll take my hand away if you promise not to squeal," they cooed. "And if you do, well... there's worse things I can do than prevent you from speaking."

The human swallowed audibly, clearly using all of his restraint to bite back the sobs and slowly nod. Helle could appreciate the effort. They carefully removed their hand, pleased to find that the human did in fact stay quiet like they'd ordered, despite his very obvious desire to scream as loud as he could in the hopes that someone would come to his rescue. Helle could hear his heart pounding in his chest like a scared rabbit's, his breaths coming quick and shallow as he stared up at them, his fear almost palpable.

Well... not almost. As their fingers gently trailed along the human's neck, they could feel that rapid pulse, blood rushing just beneath the surface, rich, delicious, all theirs. Not offered this time, but taken by force, something they imagined would make it all the sweeter.

"Tell me," Helle began softly, tearing their eyes away from the human's neck and meeting his terrified gaze, "do you wish to be bitten?"

The stupid thing was shaking like a leaf, and Helle could hear the cogs desperately turning in that empty little head of his; trying to work out the correct answer with nothing but pure instinct. Prey weren't made to be asked questions, clearly. But they had to know, they had to hear that this was all against the human's will, they had to hear him admit it as though it wasn't clear as the day they couldn't enjoy anymore.

"There's no trick to my question, human," they went on, voice still smooth and patient. "I'm merely looking for an honest answer."

The human's fingers curled and uncurled uselessly, his arms finally going completely limp in their hold. He took a shuddering breath, exhaling slowly before he spoke in a hushed whisper; the threat of worse things still lingering in his mind, no doubt. "N-no, I– I don't, please, p-please, I just– I just wanna go home, please..." The tears started up again, and Helle licked their lips at the sight. "Are– are you going to kill me?" he forced out.

"Kill? No, not kill..." They leaned in, breathing in the scent of the human's delicious blood. "Scare, maybe. I seem to be doing very well in that regard."

"I, I'm already very scared," he confirmed right away, his desire to appease them driven not by magic but self-preservation. "I don't think I can be a-any more scared–"

"Perhaps not. But you can be in pain for me... you'd sound very pretty, wouldn't you?" They kissed the human's neck, relishing the shiver it elicited. "But not too loud, now. I can still change my mind about sparing you."

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[farity]

Sorrow, part 9

Elyse awoke with a start.

She'd seen it in her dreams. Aemond's death. The sword going through his eye, the dragon taking him down into the sea, the waters going still after the initial explosion.

No.

It would not happen, she could not lose him like that, not when they had just started a life together.

She wrapped a robe around herself and walked barefoot all the way to the sept. It was barely dawn, the guards watching her as she rushed to light a candle.

She was still there, hours later, when Alicent came in.

"Elyse."

Her throat was dry after all that time of silent prayers, and she could only look at the dowager queen.

* * * * *

"We sent a raven," Alicent was saying as Elyse stared at her food. "To find out more about this Nettles person, whoever he or she is."

Elyse nodded, unable to shake off the images from her dream.

"Child, you must eat."

When Elyse could only stare at her, Alicent stood and moved to take the chair next to her.

"Aemond would not want you to waste away while he is gone. If there is something else you want from the kitchens I can call the maid, but I will not have you falling ill while you are in my care."

She was right. Aemond would want her to take care of herself. She picked up a roll and the dish of marmalade while Alicent poured them both some tea. "Drink some while it's still hot."

She nodded, watching her mother in law sipping at her cup. After taking a bite of bread, she picked up her own cup, letting the heat of it warm her cold fingers.

"Do you know when he will return?"

Alicent shook her head gently, taking another sip of the tea. "Not precisely. If one of his men has the chance, they would send a raven, but it is not always possible." She reached out and took Elyse's hand in her own. "He is the best, the most clever, and he will return to us."

Elyse nodded, well aware that saying something did not make it so, no matter how strong your faith was. And she would not mention her nightmare.

She made herself eat some more before heading back to the rooms she shared with Aemond.

It was strange, all that had transpired in the last few days. From the shameful joy she'd felt when her husband had finally died, to the freedom she'd hoped for, and the terror of being tied down to another odious man.

And then Aemond had spoken, and his words had the power to change her entire life. Elyse, who had never had any sort of power, had let his words carry her away. And now she waited, and hoped, and prayed, that he would return to her safe and sound.

* * * * *

There were two of them, Aemond saw. His uncle, and someone he did not know on another dragon.

A Targaryen bastard. It had to be, to be able to ride the beast. He saw Daemon turning to glance at the other dragonrider, and he smiled to himself. He'd have to strike at the perfect moment, and never lose sight of Daemon.

He saw the other rider circle around to his blind side and mentally cursed his luck.

It was no luck. That was precisely why Daemon had brought someone else. To exploit Aemond's weakness. But the new rider, although capable enough, seemed nervous, the young, feminine voice giving commands to their dragon still unsure.

Aemond needed but a glimpse of a chance.

He commanded Vhagar to double down and head to Caraxes, and at the last moment, turned to where he guesses the new rider would be by now.

Dracarys.

Vhagar did not need him to shout it at the top of his lungs. Aemond would swear the great beast had almost read his mind, and as she unleashed her fire upon the much smaller dragon that carried the new rider, Daemon screamed.

"Nettles!"

Aemond smiled and thought of Elyse. He had the one thing no one else in this cursed family had, and he was not going to let it go. He would return to his wife, he would take her in his arms again, he would feel her soft voice murmuring his name and he would have joy. Finally.

Instinctively, he undid the chains securing him to the saddle. He didn't need them after so many years.

The small dragon screeched and began to fly erratically, and Aemond knew the rider was dead.

Daemon roared, and he saw Caraxes heading straight toward him and Vhagar.

* * * * *

Elyse was in the Sept, praying in front of the candle she had lit for Aemond. She'd been clutching her hands together in prayer and worry for so long that her fingers were almost locked together.

Please, she begged, over and over, formal prayers fading into sheer desperation.

She couldn't call it love, not yet anyway. She knew herself enough to know that there was gratefulness and tenderness in what she felt for her husband, and she certainly desired him, but was that love? She wouldn't know anyway, but for now it would do, and she asked for so little it might do for the rest of her life, if he was willing to have her as damaged as she was.

But there was a little voice inside her, a tiny whisper that said she wanted more. Not just kindness and gratefulness.

Perhaps it would blossom. Perhaps for the first time in her life, Elyse would have something she'd never had before and life wouldn't be about enduring but about joy.

"Your Highness."

Elyse snapped out of her reverie and turned to see her maid silhouetted against the doorway of the Sept.

* * * * *

She ran as fast as her feet would take her, the endless paths and buildings in her way a blur as she raced to the fields outside the keep.

When she turned around a corner and saw him, she couldn't stop the sob that escaped her throat.

He stopped when he saw her, his face drenched in blood, and then he was closing the distance between them and she finally had her arms around him.

He was home, he was saying her name over and over and she was crying like a fool because that nightmare had never left her mind.

"Aemond," she finally whispered. "Aemond."

He pulled back and she saw the slash at his temple, so close to his good eye.

* * * * *

It looked a lot worse than it was, although Elyse knew that it had almost become the very image she'd had in her dreams. A long cut from the bone framing his eye back toward his temple. He'd allowed her to clean the would but refused the maester's offer to stitch it closed.

"This 'Nettles' person was riding her own dragon," Aemond said as everyone sat around the table. "A smaller, weaker thing, much like its rider," he smirked. "Daemon seemed more attached to her than if she had been a simple soldier. maybe my sister will not be too troubled by their deaths."

Daemon had jumped off Caraxes, dagger in hand, but Aemond had let one of his own daggers fly at his uncle, hitting him in the chest as he leapt, and Daemon, wide-eyed in surprise, had fallen onto Vhagar's side, the impact driving the blade further in, and then he'd slid off silently into the sea.

Caraxes had roared and turned to her falling rider, and Aemond had turned back and headed home. He rubbed circles on the back of Elyse's hand, who hadn't left his side since he returned.

"Your wife has been praying for your safe return, as have I," Alicent said, "I will thank the Seven for all their blessings."

Aemond nodded at his mother, then looked at his grandfather. "I would like to make plans for the next encounter, and draw up terms in case she chooses to surrender." Standing, he tugged Elyse along as the meeting ended.

* * * * *

She'd had a bath drawn for him, and watched him as he shed off his bloodstained clothes.

"Come here, wife."

She followed dutifully to the bathing chamber as he sat in the great tub, groaning as he leaned back in the steaming water.

"May I remove your eye patch? There is blood in your hair."

He looked up at her and reached up to remove it himself. She was blushing, he saw, and her fingers shook as she took the eye patch from him. When she returned with some washcloths and a bottle, he watched her as she sat on the edge of the tub and poured some liquid into her hand.

"Would you sit up?"

"No."

Her eyes darted at him and he hated the speck of fear in them.

"I have a better idea," he added, and reached out to grasp her waist and tumble her in.

"Aemond!"

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her until she became pliant and started kissing him back. His hands starting pushing up the fabric of her skirts until he felt her thighs, and pulled her to straddle him. He wanted her, could only think of her, and when he reached between her thighs she whimpered against his mouth.

"My delightful wife," he murmured as he stroked her gently.

Elyse pulled back, breathing heavily, her eyes heavy with want, and she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his scarred eye. Her lips followed a path down to his jaw and Aemond let his head fall back, not wanted her to stop. She rubber her cheek against his, placed more soft kisses on his neck, and Aemond felt himself grow dizzy with need.

He began pushing inside of her, his cock hard and ready for her, and she rolled her hips, taking him in slowly. When he was fully seated within her, he grabbed her hips, encouraging her to move faster, harder.

She began to moan, her hands rushing like silk over his shoulders, his chest. She wanted all of him, and Aemond, used to being stared at and feared, felt hot tears gathering behind his eye. "Aemond," she whispered against his ruined cheek, "you feel-"

He kissed her, fingertips digging into her skin as she moved. He felt her whimper again, and then she tightened around him, her slim body taut, her nails marking his skin. He'd wear those marks proudly. He'd have her mark him every single time.

He wrapped his arms around her as she sunk against him, and let himself go.

* * * * *

He played with a lock of her hair as she curled against him in bed. Her skin still damp, he'd pulled the covers over them both to keep her warm, and she'd said little since they'd left the bathing chamber.

He was content to simply hold her, to feel her fingers run over his chest, drawing endless patterns. Twirling the length of hair in his hand, he watched as it went from gold to the color of sand as he turned it. Their children might have had her hair, he thought to himself.

"It was very close."

Aemond looked down at her, raising an eyebrow.

"The wound. It was very close to your eye." Elyse kissed his shoulder. "I hope you do not have to leave again."

"That depends on my dear sister, hmmm? She's always gotten her way, so I suppose it is a bitter meal she shall eat if she accepts the terms we will present."

"Do you think Ser Otto will agree on the terms?"

Aemond shrugged. "I am sure he will fight me on some things, but most likely it will be on the things I have added for that very purpose. It gives him joy to get the upper hand, but if it is on things I do not care about, he can have all the joy in the realm." He traced a finger down Elyse's cheek. "For I have mine own joy and no one shall take her from me."

Her mouth curved into a soft smile and she pressed a kiss to his jaw. "I did not know it could be like this," she said shyly, "to feel so at ease with another, to know that going into your husband's arms means you will be touched as if you are something precious. I did not know that."

"You are," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You are precious to me. You have brought gentleness and sweetness to my life. I never had that, Elyse. Not until you."

She shook her head, "you have it now, Aemond. None shall take you from me, either." She wrapped an arm around his waist, curling against him as if she could protect him from all the evils of the world.

* * * * *

#aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #hotd fanfic #hotd fanfiction #hotd smut #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen fanfic

[bakakugo]

keep an eye out

warnings; yandere ghost!dabi x reader, gore (nothing graphic but just inn case), dubcon??? you think you’re having sex with your boyfriend, but no, delusional, lovesick dabi, murder, possessiveness, generally very creepy

okay but like. yandere ghost dabi who somehow ended up possessing a doll you utterly adore and cherish. so much so that for the first time in his life he feels spoiled and loved and treasured. so much so that the lines are blurred and he considers himself to be the object of your endless affection.

but your pesky partner just had to show up, had to notice all the ways dabi tried to communicate with you in silence. it was too much. in terror, he tore the doll's eyes out. they're following you! he'd try to reason with you when you unleash your fury on him, claiming he had no right to ruin your only childhood memory.

there was pride welling up in dabi's figurative chest. look how angry you got when someone tried to harm him. don't worry, love, i'm unaffacted, he wanted to reassure you. oh how he'd lick off the tears staining your face as you clutched his small frame close to yourself.

you'd cry yourself to sleep and he'd make sure to swat the sorrow away from your heart. he'd avenge your tears, but not before he finally presents himself to you.

in a moment of softness, or rather, gratefulness, he sews the eyes back on. had it not been for the doll, he'd never meet you.

on occasion he was concerned he might wake you, his steps clumsy- it's been far too long since he used his true form. nevertheless, he'd take great care climbing into the bed with you, trailing soft, sloppy kisses down your neck. pulling your back against his chest as his hands roam your body, one greedily grabbing at your nipple as the other finds its way beneath your shorts, slowing down slightly upon your shudder at the coldness of his fingers.

he's never been patient, but fuck- he's trying so hard not to rut into your plump ass with his painfully hard member. despite how tempting it is, he has to make this perfect for you.

groggy but awoken, you'd feel his gentle movements, apologetic and utterly devoted to making you feel good. unalarmed, you knew your boyfriend had a knack for coming over during the night with his spare key. before you could utter a complaint, your sleepy eyes fell onto the barely visible doll he placed on the nightstand.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry," he'd mumble, his kisses turning to bold nips at your skin, "i fixed it. i couldn't stand being the cause of your tears."

he wasn't sure if the gasp from your lips was due to how much you loved his gift or his fingers stuffed into your juicy cunt. either way, you seemed appreciative of his handiwork.

at his words, you melt further into his embrace, ignoring the unusual coldness he radiated off. since when were his fingers this skillful? this damn-

"ngh, fuck! right there!" you tried to bite back your moan, but the wave of pleasure caught you beyond unprepared, "baby, you're - you're making me feel so damn good- god!"

he couldn't handle it anymore. your praise, your moans, the way he was pleasuring you so intensely that you had to cover your gorgeous mouth with your palm as he's taking you from the behind. too much. it was entirely too much, he'd soon be cumming in his pants if this were to continue.

"i need your cock in me, please, please! i can’t- i can’t handle this."

you didn't need to repeat that. he grazed your earlobe with his teeth teasingly once you released a disgruntled whine when his fingers left your sopping wet pussy. not to worry, he had you stretched to your limits within seconds.

fuck. he promised, promised. he'd be gentle and attentive, focused on your pleasure entirely. but there was not a force strong enough that could stop him from pounding into you desperately, groans escaping him between all the praise he'd sung you.

how good you feel, how damn dripping you are for his fat cock, how much regret ate him away for not doing this sooner.

and you. poor little you. so fucked out and drowned in your own pleasure that you hadn't even noticed- the voice that is just a little too deep, too desperate, hands that roam your body as if for the first time, a cock that stuffs you to the brim all the while one hand never stops teasing your clit.

when had you been so pampered, so satisfied before?

it was too dark to see, it's not your fault, right?

even as he spilled his seed inside you after making sure you've reached a few orgasms yourself, generously so, unlike any other time before. he held you so close to himself, arms wrapped around you as if you'd flee at any given moment.

if you knew any better that's exactly what you'd be doing. but no, you nuzzle into him, you place your arm upon his and trail soft kisses praising the fingers that brought you so much pleasure.

i love you. i love you. i love you.

each whisper a poem to dabi's ears, and he says it back. a prayer, a worship. you're his and he'd never hurt you like that again.

blissfully unaware, you fall asleep in the safety of his embrace and he dozes off, listening to the sound of your steady heartbeat.

imagine your utter horror when you awake to find a naked stranger in your bed and the corpse of your boyfriend on the floor below it. his eyes? gouged out.

originally this was a brain fart i got carried away with so i thought i might as well share xd it’s a bit different from my usual content when it comes to style, i hope you enjoyed! id love to hear your opinions on this :D

requests are open.

#bnha smut #bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere dabi #dabi x reader #dabi smut #touya x reader #yandere touya #boku no hero academia #my hero academy #smut #yandere

[sweettodo]

Promiscuous.

⟿ Levi Ackerman x freader x Eren Jaeger

Includes : threesome, swearing, smut.

word count : 4,5k.

for 300 followers, i promised i would bless you all with a few stories. this was a tough plot to come up with b/c the age difference, but i always come thru :)). enjoy. thank you for 300 friends, readers, and fans. one more story on the way, hope you like !!

Being in the scouts wasn't necessarily all that bad, especially when you had all the strong, agile men to look at all day long.

You didn't bite your tongue, the gushy, teenage girl flirtatiousness that you bestowed upon not one, not two, but a good sum of the boys you worked and trained with every day. Most of whom were your closest friends, who put up with your promiscuousness. For the most part, they fed into it, reciprocating the behavior. But it couldn't be avoided that you took a special liking towards your Captain; Mr. Ackerman himself.

Call it unnatural, call it unusual, but you had a justification for liking him so much. If he said the right thing in the right context, your knees would be shaky and weak, for instance, when he demanded you to 'shut up' half-jokingly for fooling around with Connie too much. You left training that day with a waterfall between your legs, leaving you stunned for at least a week.

The ideas in your head were endless and slightly disturbing. There was no denying you were captivated by him, and he knew it.

Not to mention he took a fondness to you too...

Well, not how you quite anticipated him too. He just believed you were a capable scout, thus him taking you under his wing with your friends. Leaving aside your whorish comments. He took your ignorant attitude with a grain of salt, not allotting you the time of the day- which only made it more of a challenge to get what you yearned much for.

He would scoff, walk away and roll his eyes, reprimanding you on behaving yourself and acting your age. You were 19, you were acting your age, 'I could be worse,' you mumbled under your breath.

Being the species of girl who was drawn to a particular type of man, power play, that sharp attitude which one with a level head and a drop of common sense would take as a definite red flag, the type of man that would punish you for being horny or bratty- you could only dream- it was also clear you couldn't bluff and say that you didn't favor the infamous Eren Jaeger: the strong-willed, wild, dominant and overbearing youthful man. He could command you to get on your knees, and you would in a flash.

Alas, you would not be seeing the pearly gates with what went through your mind about the long-haired, tall, demanding man. On the plus side-unlike Levi- Eren enjoyed the attention you gave him, he played the game with you.

And he played the game good- you liked it.

On numerous occasions, you would be more than touchy with Eren, the little 'not so serious' back rub, or a hand on his thigh under the table to make him hot and bothered. And once or twice, the rare make-out session in an alleyway while your friends shopped or by the stable of horses one time when you were sixteen. Though the sexual tension grew once you turned eighteen when you two were less apt to get in trouble for your conduct- yet you never took it all the way, liking the idea of having him on his toes every time he saw you.

Anyways, today was different than most days, you all were honored with a few days of relaxing, sleeping in, and extra time to eat and shower with no training, or missions.

Appreciating the peace, you lay in your bed buried under the blankets half asleep, taking in the unusual time of relaxation. While nearing slumber again, you're rudely interrupted. A pounding on your door riddles throughout your body, frightening you half to death, you flinch, sitting up in an instant.

"Food! y/n." oh, it was Connie.

You untangle from the blankets, sauntering to your wardrobe, and pulling out a regular old white shirt with shorts. The heat was not something to take lightly around here, you could collapse and suffer from a heat stroke if you weren't careful, so you rolled up your shorts a little and slipped on shoes, taming your hair and heading out of your messy room towards the mess hall, eyes finding your friends and groggily plunging into the bench besides Eren and your other buddies, "sleep well?" Connie laughs, you scowl at him.

"Yea! I was dreamin' about you too! Too bad you ruined it, I was just getting to the good part."

Connie laughs and shakes his head, shoveling food down into his mouth, "I don't even wanna know what that dream was about." Jean grumbles, ruffling his hair to remove it from his clammy forehead; Jean was a difficult one to crack, he usually blushed and would cut your trifling demeanor right off at the knees, he was more for Mikasa's quiet and ethical personality.

"Shut it Kirstein- I do!" Connie protests, you wink at him.

"I'll tell you when I get you alone, how 'bout that Springer?"

Eren could be heard from your left, snorting, you glance over and see his arm raise and head towards your back, yanking your bra and snapping it back against your skin, you unleash an 'ouch' and attempt to reach back and rub the area, "White shirt with a red bra underneath? Who're you tryna' impress?" You shrug.

"Captain, of course."

"More like you dressed in the dark this morning." Eren bullies.

"Captain, what?" Connie and Sasha childishly roll and bounce around in their seats, bellowing laughter while you slowly turn around to face your boss, he reiterates one more time before you chuckle and scratch the back of your neck.

"Talking about how good my boss looks today," the words that roll off your tongue make The tense up and sigh in annoyance, beginning to walk away, you pout, tilting your head, "am I wrong?"

"Keep it up, y/n, I'll have you in a cell indefinitely if you continue this adolescent behavior." He doesn't look twice at you, leaving as quickly as he came. Halting your comments right as they came flying out of your mouth, he had to have been enjoying them! Perhaps a little.

Right as the man in charge begins to leave the hall, he stops, peers his head over to meet your eyes.

"-In chains." Your eyes widen, a perverted grin growing onto your face, looking left to right baffled, 'in chains?' gawking to see if any of your friends noticed the innuendo, but it seemed they were well absorbed in their own business.

But someone heard him.

"In chains?"

You look at Eren, he shared the same shock as you, you wriggle your eyebrows and nudge his side, "I'm not the only one who heard it, so maybe I'm not going crazy." You giggle, finishing your meal and gossiping amongst your friends until it was time to go.

To pass time during the day, you all wasted hours cleaning up to your captain's expectations, finally relieving yourselves for the rest of the evening before dinner; walking down the streets of your town, stopping at the shops down the gravel streets. While everyone talks, your head is elsewhere; replaying that remark Levi made about the chains, borderline obsessing over it- rightfully so.

When he said the word 'chains', you instantly recalled the context behind his innuendo, unless you were going insane, but you had made a joke- your first endeavor at flirting with your boss, mentioning to him using the same chains he used on Eren in court a few years back, your friends condemning your extraverted behavior on the spot; when to no avail, Levi did not feed into that well, sending you to isolation shortly after. And then to Erwin's office to explain yourself... in front of him, Commander Hange, and Levi. Nonetheless, it didn't stop you from toying with the man.

You were somewhat... wild.

Enjoying the rest of your stress-free hours, you spend the evening sitting comfortably in the large common area after dinner; all of you except Eren, who didn't appear at dinner either. God knows where he was.

You lounge beside Armin and Jean, your head on Jean's shoulder per-usual.

"Jean, has Mikasa told you how good you look today?" You hum, his face is instantly soaked up in a rosy flush as he throws his hands over his ears to block your weird comments from reaching his ears, "Mikasa?" you quirk an eyebrow.

"Don't be absurd, y/n" she laughs, "Jean, don't listen to her."

"Jean, you look extra good today," you lean over closer to him, "just thought I'd tell ya'."

"Yeah, yeah." He cracks a small smile, you pat his shoulder then fall back into your seat.

"Awh- c'mon Kirstein, you know I-"

"Y/n, Captain needs to see you..." Eren's voice interrupts the chatting, his head peers into the room, you and your friends falling silent.

"You're probably in trouble again." Armin sighs disappointingly. You promptly stand, "good luck." dragging your feet towards your supposed 'escort', Meeting Eren at the door frame of the corridor, his hands stuffed in his pockets with a deadpan look, watching you begin to take lead ahead of him, "how do you know Levi wants to see me?" You question, examining him whilst walking through the hallways, up the stairs, and around the corner, a few feet away from your Captain's headquarters.

"We talked."

With an uncertain look on your face, churning with turmoil, Eren is knocking once, then twice before pushing open the engraved wooden door, 'Captain didn't even ask who it was at the door-' you furrow your eyebrows, his hand on your back, quickly whisking you into the large room, abruptly stopping in front of his desk.

Your feet are glued to the floor while Eren is closing the door. Levi stands there, propped up against his desk with his arms crossed. The room was eerily silent, you were becoming slightly intimidated. Do you stand? Talk? Sit?

The silence was unbearable.

"Do you need me-"

"I'm fed up, with your manner, cadet." Levi interrupts.

"If I may- Captain," He nods for you to proceed, "why is Eren here?" Captain was very much capable of taking care of reprimanding you on his own, you were almost irritated that Eren was lingering behind you, feeling his eyes burning voids in the back of your head, disrespectfully.

"Isn't that what you want?" Eyes doubling in size, you swerve your head to attempt and get a view of Eren, but Levi halts you once more, treading closer to you so you can look at him, "you don't need to look at Eren."

"I- I don't quite understand."

No one says anything. The air is now thick, more difficult to swallow for oxygen, you were entirely thrown off track with the way he was speaking to you, the way he was looking at you made you want to make a run for it, "Cat got your tongue? Y/n?" Chills rake up and down your body when you feel Eren's breath on your neck, sending your head flying behind you to see the blue-eyed devil almost pressed against your back, you look back at Levi frantically.

"Sit."

Without pause, your ass is planted into one of his chairs, "why aren't you being stubborn? Where's that attitude that constantly gets you into trouble?" Feeling as if you're shrinking, the two men are overlooking you, "go on."

"I- well,"

"She has nothing to say for herself, Cap." Eren looks at Levi, "told you she was all talk." He jabs, were you dreaming?

Your heart thumped out of your chest, you never dreamed of Levi taking it this far, especially when he was so professional... "y/n," Levi's finger touches underneath your chin, raising your head to look at the two men, "always teasing me when you do the same to Eren, so slutty, don't you think, cadet?"

Your mouth drops open at his use of words, finally- the game caught up to you, and you were facing the repercussions, "don't be all shy now."

"I'm not-"

"Then if you're not shy, get on your knees and show us how much you’ve wanted us.”

You hesitate to move, but eventually find yourself slowly sliding out of the chair and onto your knees, "not in my office, go in my room." Eren grabs your arm, walking towards his adjoining room, Levi opens the door and permits you to be ushered in by both him and Eren; Eren grabs you by the hair and directs you back onto your knees in front of your captain's bed, "she's so compliant now that she knows we aren't joking anymore," Levi scoffs, standing behind you while Eren is unbuttoning his jeans right in front of your eyes, a combination of anxiousness and warmth growing in the pit of your gut, looking up at him through your eyelashes, licking across your bottom lip hungrily.

"Be a good girl and open for Eren," Levi bunches up your hair from behind, removing it from around your face.

"Yes sir."

Sticking out your tongue, you try to relax your throat once seeing the size of the man, Levi's grip on your hair prevents you from getting a good look at it before his cock is nudging gently into your mouth, down your tongue, and to the back of your throat, fastening your lips around the base of his cock whilst swirling your tongue when he pulls out of your throat, groaning when your tongue works him with ease.

"So good," He hums, grabbing the sides of your face, Levi drops your hair from his hold so Eren can pick up his pace, using his hands to guide you; gagging and choking while he fucks your throat, saliva dripping down your chin, at the verge of tears, you take his length as far as you can manage. Eren grunting and huffing; only throbbing more when he sees the little tears drip down your cheeks. He heaves out of you, your tongue lolled out while strings of spit follow his cock, the men are astonished at the sight of you gasping for air, but they weren't going to tell you that.

"Are you gonna be good for me and our captain, princess?" Eren crouches down to meet your eyes, clever smile on his face, you nod and he stands you up by your armpit.

You had virtually no control over yourself, they were moving you to where they saw fit; right on your hands and knees into the soft plush sheets, "what do you want, y/n?" you listen from behind you, your head is yanked backward, Levi is there, his free hand wrapped around your jugular loosely, his shirt unbuttoned.

"I want you both to fuck me," you gasp out, they both snicker at you.

"Too easy, way too easy, such a fuckin' whore, imagine wanting both of us," Eren taunts, snatching your shorts down to your knees and lifting your shirt to grab onto the thin waistband of your underwear, "you want Jean to fuck you too? Got any other favorites?" Levi shoves you back onto the mattress, your arms catching you while Levi continues to remove your shorts from your knees, tossing them on the floor, rough hands caressing and pulling apart your ass, both men watch your panties slip in the separated cave of your ass, Eren pulling off your shirt and unclasping your bra.

"N-o, only you guys."

"Who do you want more? Me or your other little fucktoy?" Levi sneers, moving to your front, once again lifting you by your chin, keeping you still while Eren rubs his fingers against the soaked cloth. Pulling upwards against your cunt, the pressure making your clit spasm and scream for the touch of his actual fingers, looking desperate and hungry at your captain.

"I- I can't choose."

Your chest rising and falling, Eren is finally relieving you from your panties, fingers instantly meeting your folds and slipping past your entrance with his two fingers, you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head, knuckles curving downwards to hook into you and find your sweet spots.

"Well aren't you lucky, you get both of us, even though you don't deserve it," Your captain smirks, getting on his knees, fiddling with the button of his slacks, zipping them down and pushing them past his thighs, "I think she needs to beg for it." He looks at Eren, his erection making itself known from beneath his boxers, fingers quickly scissoring the roots of your hair while he frees himself from his constraints.

"I wanna be your slut- please make me cum." They smile, pleased with your submissiveness.

Cock spilling with precum, he scooches towards your salivating mouth and holds your level to his cock, centimeters away, "so fuckin' wet, can't say I'm surprised you get off to this." Eren's tip rubbing between your folds, collecting the slick that was seeping from your hungry pussy. He pushes into you while Levi is pushing into your mouth, both holes becoming occupied by their pulsating cocks; they longed to fill you up, the torturous teasing you put them through the second you turned eighteen was bound to make them snap- you didn't know what you expected, to be honest, you asked for this.

Eren fucks you slow, savoring the feeling of you clench and suck him in further, pussy stretching from the sheer size of him, veins from the base of his cock hitting and rubbing against the very nerves that were screaming for him to go faster.

Levi fucks deep into your throat, he was about Eren's size, perhaps a little thinner, but he was no match for your throat, choking up the spit from past your throat to lube his cock further. You bring your hand up to assist you, twisting your hand back and forth- up and down while you stimulated his sensitive tip with your tongue, hollowing out your cheeks to suck him back in and repeat.

He was becoming unkempt, his mouth ajar with little moans slipping past his lips, hair dangling in front of the sides of his face while his hips bucked back and forth into the depths of your cave.

"My God, so wet."

You moaned against Levi's cock, Eren speeding up and reaching your cervix, your juices slushing and pussy squeaking while he stretches you out. When his hips connected to your backside, you only want to shrivel up more from the pace he was hitting the hole of your tight cervix. Initially, it hurt, but almost instantly it began to feel pleasurable for both you and Eren, he was reaching great lengths inside of you. He's always wanted to fuck you; almost disappointed in himself that he didn't do this before.

"Taking me so well, I can barely fit," he grunts, "you like my cock y/n? Isn't this what you wanted with your bullshit teasing?" he smacks your ass, crying out, his hips jutting back and forth against you mercilessly, sending jolts into every bone of your body.

He slaps you again, your right ass cheeks burning and tingling from the strength of his slap, "fuckin' slut, better be quiet."

Levi pulls out of your throat, finally able to audible out the loud weeps and cries, he throws his hand over your mouth, "shut up before you get us caught."

"Fuck, Eren!" you wail, ignoring Levis commands, gasps and moans fly around the room, his cock filling you perfectly to the point where you felt like you were made to shape him.

"Open." his hand is forcing your jaw open, sticking your panties into your mouth to silence you. You cry into the fabric, the coil twirling up in your stomach, clenching your walls while he drills into you, his cock rubbing against your g-spot, sending you into a frenzy.

Levi fists his cock for the time being while Eren is chasing his orgasm, knocking into you- inching you towards your orgasm. The back of your head tingling, your pussy twitching, and your stomach tightening, the room spiraling around you while you drop your head into the mattress, eyes screwed shut; Eren tearing an earth-shattering orgasm out of your body.

You see stars and a bright white consumes you, hands reaching to grasp anything, finding Levi's bicep and digging your nails into his skin for support while Eren's cock bathes in your cum, his hands pressing into the small of your back, "'boutta cum, right in this pretty little pussy." He spits, pinning your back to a better arch, you cry into the sheets when Erens thrusts loosen a little, sporadic and stabbing thrusts until he's panting and dumping a large load of his seed into your cunt, letting out moans and swears of approval. Your body convulsing, wanting to collapse.

Erin's lightheaded, dizzy and sweating, little bangs and baby hairs sticking to his soaked face, watching your cum drip down your thighs, the wetness from your pussy which had soaked his stomach, it was a fucking mess.

Everywhere.

He pulls out of you, your cream coating his cock; snatching a shirt and wiping himself clean, hiking up his boxers, "you're not done. On your back, now."

Without warning nor regard, you're pushed forward into Levi's hands by Eren to get you moving quicker; you slide onto your back, Levi takes charge and steps off the bed, hauling you by the thighs until you're at the edge of the bed, Levi pressing his hands under your thighs, holding them up and letting his cock slap against your cum-filled cunt, biting onto his bottom lip, teasing his cock into you.

He leans down, taking out the pair of underwear from your mouth, "keep quiet, understood?"

Quickly nodding and bracing yourself, happy to feel warm again.

"Did Eren fill you good?" he asks calmly, you nod.

"Yes- Levi."

Levi halts mid-thrust, peeved look on his face, "yes what, y/n?" you swallow hard, throat dry from the cloth.

"Y-yes Captain, he did." You mewl, he nods once before finishing his thrust.

"This pussy is so tight, even after he stretched you out like this?" he huffs, head dipped down- eyes filed to your pussy sucking in his cock so well; hair flopping back and forth, "I told you I was gonna do something about that mouth of yours, didn't I?"

"Y-you did, sir." You wail.

Levi didn't hold back, each of his sharp thrusts made you more tender inside, little cries fall from your swollen lips while Eren sits beside your head, big arm reaching over your face and kneading your boob, he watches them bounce slightly as Levi ruts into you. Rolling your hard erected nipple in between his fingers, "look at that face, are you gonna cum again?" you look up at Eren, who wears a smug look on his face, "are you gonna cum on Captain's cock, y/n?" you whine, trying to remain quieter under your Captain's directions.

"Gonna-" Eren's hand moves once more- over towards your clit.

This was the first time tonight you had felt this overstimulation, hissing in air and biting onto the skin of your lip, hand grasping Eren's wrist as he swirls little- yet strong circles into your clit, your mouth slacks open, “please! Feels so-" another burst of spasms erupting, thighs shaking and clenching around Levi's waist, "f-fuck me- Fuck me harder Captain, please!" You cry, walls convulsing, cum seeping out of you, down your ass and the base of his cock while he fucks you silly, Eren bringing you that much closer to a euphoric feeling again as he rubs your spasming clit.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you like the whore you are, right?" Levi pants, cockhead rubbing against your sensitive and exhausted g-spot.

"Who can fuck you better?" Unable to audible, Eren moves faster around your num.

"Don't disobey our Captain, pretty girl- use your words." Screwing your eyes shut, the two men await your answer.

"I-I don't know- Ah!" Your back arches, core tightening for the second time tonight- body shaking as the following orgasm sends you over the moon, Eren's hand smacked over your mouth, you wail into his hand, Levi pins your legs open, leaning down to fuck into you harder, thrashing into your guts, pussy gushing around him until he is groaning and throwing his head back while he slams into you, his stomach nearly slapping against Eren's fingers, his dick twitching. His cheeks rosy and his muscles flexed.

"Fuck, so good- so tight- keep squeezing-" he breathes.

You're dazed from the rocking of his hips, he slows, catching his breath while he releases, coating your bruised walls with his cum. Your body left empty and quivering as Levi is slipping out of your cunt, Eren handing him the same shirt he used to wipe himself off with; your captain retrieving it and cleaning the amount of cum that was left on his softening dick, moving to you and carefully wiping the inside of your thighs and beaten cunt.

Catching your breath, Levi is picking his boxers up from the floor and pulling them up along with his pants, “don’t stay there forever, my sheets need to be switched.” He states, Eren reaches for your hand and helps you sit up, putting his shirt over your head and you slip through the arms, feet meeting the cold wooden floor, you attempt to stand, your knees buckling, Eren grabs you by the tricep before you land on the floor and sits you back on the bed.

“I think it would look suspicious if I carried you out of here, can you walk?”

You nod, “yeah.”

Standing again, you're able to succeed, reaching for your underwear, Eren already had it swinging around his index finger, “I’ll hold onto these.”

With no willpower to object, you just pull up your shorts and pick up your shoes.

“Walk her back, Jaeger, don't do anything stupid.”

You and Eren both leave your Captain’s office quietly, the hall empty and empty, you and he slowly walk back, you laughed at the thought about how it would be a tough one to explain why Eren was shirtless and you were- quite obviously- wearing his shirt while he holds your stained shirt in his hand.

With great luck, you and he make it without running into anyone, reaching your door, you and him enter and you shut the door behind him.

“Here’s your shirt.”

He watches you as you throw off his shirt, tossing it to him and opening a drawer, and grabbing one of your own.

Before you realize it.

“Uhm, Eren, I forgot my bra.” Glancing down at your bare chest, Eren shrugs it off and laughs.

“Captain wanted to keep something too, princess.”

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soft deception. [diluc x reader]

pairing: diluc x f!reader prompt: you love your boyfriend, you really do. he’s just so, so trusting in you that you can’t help but to trick him every now and then. (alternatively: you give diluc the world’s ugliest onesie as a christmas present and now that it’s all over, you want to go back in time and punch yourself in the face for unleashing this curse within your household.) word count: ~2.5k warnings/genres: humor, fluff, sfw but like... adult jokes at some points a/n: purely self indulgent, nobody requested this, tried out a bit of a different writing style. i wrote this to try to cheer myself up, so hopefully it makes you all happy! no beta reader though (but i never have one anyways)

You had a tendency to think of yourself as the funniest person in Teyvat at times.

Especially when you had Mondstadt’s most gullible eligible bachelor wrapped around your finger, desiring to cater to your every whim. Sure, the two of you were like two young teenagers in love despite being much older, to the point where it was a mental workout to restrain yourself from leaving purple and blue marks all along his neck, desiring to hear praises stutter on his lips as you show the man the love he has lacked over the years. It didn’t help that he also had those cherry-colored eyes that pierced into you, the only eyes to ever truly see you for you. In your humble opinion, the best part about Diluc Ragnvindr is neither his wisdom nor his love, but his ass.

Unsure if Barbatos is actually able to listen into your thoughts or not due to Venti’s uncanny capability to make jokes about thoughts you know you have never uttered aloud whenever Diluc turns his back to the two of you at the bar, you quickly rectify your thoughts and mumble an apology to the potentially omniscient alcoholic bard. 

The best part about Diluc Ragnvindr lies within his ass... umptions. His assumptions, specifically about the inherent truthfulness he believed to be in your statements. Your boyfriend, as much as you loved him, is an extremely gullible man. Such a fact is even written on the ceilings of every room, but it never hurts to double-check. If you are Teyvat’s jester, then Diluc is Teyvat’s fool, but he is a fool in love. 

The calculated, reserved man only lets himself be duped by you. No matter how many times you trick him, he’ll listen to your exaggerated claims and boisterous words with widened eyes, immediately trusting your words as he trusts you wholeheartedly.

You thrive in such an environment, manipulating Diluc to your liking. Not in a bad way of course, as the thought of hurting even a single hair on his head makes your stomach churn and nausea arise. Rather, you find amusement in tricking him with subtle sleights of the hand and little white lies, before revealing your cards at the end of every show and reveling in his flustered nature. You long not to hurt Diluc, but you relish in the way his milky skin turns to a rosy pink upon realizing your deception. 

In simpler terms, you love to prank your red-haired, stoic boyfriend in order to see the shy smile and bashful eyes that accompany his revelations of your actions. 

Being the funniest, sexiest woman in Teyvat with the most attractive, most trusting boyfriend in all of Mondstadt leads to raucous laughter on your behalf and flushed cheeks on your boyfriend’s behalf during many nights within your shared home. With Diluc’s confidence in you, you are unstoppable.

Such arrogance had a tendency to bite you in the ass. 

Especially now. Right now. You’ve never regretted duping Diluc more than you do at this moment. For Christmas, you had given him two presents, his actual present and one designed to be a joke. Diluc, bless his heart, had not interpreted such a present to be no more than a simple gag and had politely smiled at you as he held the gift up, inspecting it with poorly disguised distaste in his eyes. The gift in question was a pajama onesie you had found within the clearance section of some decaying Mondstadt boutique, but these weren’t just any pajamas. It was the ugliest piece of clothing you had ever seen.

The offending onesie glints in the light of the fireplace that illuminates Diluc’s face and your poor excuse at a poker face as he analyzes his gift. It is decorated with a variety of misshapen owls, feathers formed by multicolored, poorly sewn sequins. Each owl has two octagonal, almost glowing, gaudy amber-colored rhinestones for eyes, yet each rhinestone is a slightly different shade from the others, as if they had been left out in the sun, forgotten about. A santa hat is perched on the heads of each owl and a candy cane is loosely held in at least one wing of each owl. The onesie even has built-in feet, with owl-shaped grips on the bottom that barely cling on for life in a failed attempt to provide the user traction. Diluc quickly attaches to such a concept and tries to use it as an out.

“It’s… lovely,” He finally manages, doing his best to keep his voice even as he smiles at you. You can see the pain in his eyes. “But I do not believe the feet will fit me.”

You widen your eyes in sadness and bat your eyelashes at him innocently, as if such a sentiment truly wounded you. “Can you hire a tailor to fix them? I spent a lot of time picking out this gift and I think it’s perfect.”

Diluc’s smile breaks and horror creeps into his eyes upon realizing there’s no way out of the predicament he’s currently in. As he breaks his intense ogling of the onesie to look at you, his faux smile is plastered once again on his face. It doesn’t reach his eyes and it wavers, but you simply give him a cheery grin in response.

“Of course, dear,” Diluc responds, albeit a bit despondently. Your heart twists a bit and- no, no. Guilt is not allowed in the heart of a true comedian. “Anything for you.” His eyes are empty as his smile slowly drops into a thin line. Your expression of glee is a sharp contrast.

“Yay!” You giggle and clap your hands together once as you pop up from your seated position. Diluc’s woeful expression alleviates upon seeing your seemingly genuine reaction and he manages a small smile once more, this one a bit more genuine. “C’mon! Let’s try it on!”

After wearing it the rest of Christmas night, Diluc not only wears it past the reasonable date to keep wearing Christmas merchandise after Christmas is over, but he wears it multiple times per week. You know he’s only doing it to see your fit of giggles every time he does so and that Diluc wants nothing more than to see you happy, but you’re beginning to hate yourself for such a gift. 

The inklings of self-hatred explode into full self-loathing when Diluc reveals he found an identical onesie while shopping and that he purchased it in order to be able to wear around the house more often. You have to hold yourself back from narrowing your eyes at him as he holds up the offending, nearly identical onesie, albeit in a different color. Unlike you, Diluc isn’t a bully. There’s absolutely no way he’s joking right now. Maybe. You aren’t sure.

The end of January rolls around and you’re ready to wrestle Diluc for his Pyro vision and burn these damn onesies yourself. Every time Diluc joins you in bed, ready to clock in for the night, he’s wearing the archonsforsaken Christmas outfit despite Valentine’s Day rapidly approaching. If you wear a cute outfit and lie on the bed, hoping for Diluc’s attention? You’ll certainly get it, but there’s more than just his eyes watching you. There are the artificial eyes of the owls watching the two of you, their beady little rhinestones judging you for your premarital sins. Whenever you reach out to stroke his arm or thigh reassuringly, you’re met with the feeling of cheap flannel and pilled fabrics.

Unfortunately for Diluc, Kaeya is your hero in this situation as he arrives to Dawn Winery unannounced and interrupts you and Diluc reading in bed together. The cavalry captain hadn’t even bothered to knock, swinging the door open with zero fear of what he might have found inside. But, upon seeing the two of you, Kaeya freezes.

“What the hell is that?” Kaeya nearly screeches in horror, pointing at Diluc.

“I’m sure you know what Diluc looks like, Kaeya,” You respond in an annoyed tone. You loved Adelinde, but why had she let Kaeya up to your and Diluc’s chambers without any warning is beyond your comprehension. “You only have one eyepatch, not two.”

Diluc does a poor job at stifling a chuckle next to you, his book now resting on the nightstand next to him due to the intrusion. He wordlessly sneaks an arm around your waist and you lean into his chest instinctively, trying your best to ignore the scratch of the sequins against your cheek.

“No, not that,” Kaeya says, unperturbed at your slight against him. “That! That thing he’s wearing! It’s awful!” His finger shakes in the air before the blue-haired man doubles over in laughter. “That’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, holy shit.”

You look up at Diluc, who is flushed a deep crimson in embarrassment and whose brows are furrowed.

“I must admit,” Diluc clears his throat, voice diffident. “It has grown on me.”

Your heart melts at his confession and you scoot up a bit in his grasp, causing him to look at you in confusion before you press a reassuring kiss to his cheek. Adoration swims in his irises as he looks at you and softly smiles, forgetting about Kaeya’s presence despite his brother’s noisy, ceaseless laughter. Sure, the onesie might be a joke that you want to throw into a fire and pray that it burns in the pits of hell for eternity, but Diluc’s defense of your present in the face of Kaeya’s mockery warms even your cold prankster heart.

“Diluc,” You whisper lowly, not wanting Kaeya to hear. It was unlikely he would anyways, as every time he looked up at the two of you in the bed in front of him, Kaeya would burst out into peals of laughter once more. “Where’s the other onesie?”

Diluc looks at you, confused. “It’s in the laundry room. It should be dry now.” Before Diluc can ask you why you need to know such information, you’re breaking free of his grip, stumbling out of the bed, shoving past Kaeya and nearly sprinting out of the room in a hurry. Kaeya and Diluc both watch you leave, equally bewildered.

“Why are you here?” You hear Diluc ask his brother as you flee the room, but you don’t stick around for the rest of their conversation. They can be emotionally constipated together, you have more important things to do. Seizing the freshly-cleaned onesie, you shut the laundry door and shimmy it over your current pajamas, one of Diluc’s old shirts and a pair of old shorts. You have to hop around a bit to get the fabric to settle in just the right places and, dear Barbatos, this thing is uncomfortable. 

Diluc must really love you to put up with this outfit every night. Before you can melt into a puddle of goo at the thought of your essentially perfect boyfriend who would do nearly anything for you, you storm out of the laundry room and back into the bedroom, climbing back into bed with Diluc wordlessly, settling your legs underneath the covers and guiding Diluc’s arm back to its rightful place around your waist.

You press another kiss to Diluc’s cheek as he stares at you with an unreadable expression. Despite having recovered from his earlier flustered state, his cheeks quickly return to the shade of red you adore so much. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t stick on this onesie just to shamelessly ogle your boyfriend and kiss him senseless. No, you wore it to spite the man in front of the two of you, whose expression is now morphed into one of horror.

“There’s two of them?! One was already a crime against humanity, but two?!” Kaeya is aghast at such a concept. Diluc’s gaze breaks off you and he tightens his grip around your waist as he glowers at his brother.

“We have a third one if you wish to continue intruding in our home,” Diluc proposes, his voice having a slight edge to it. Kaeya holds his hands up later.

“Alright. I’ll see you later then. Bye, (Y/N)~!” Kaeya quickly ejects himself from the conversation, not even bothering to spare his brother a goodbye in his hurry to leave before a onesie can be thrust upon you.

“You look adorable,” Diluc confesses before pressing a kiss to your forehead. This time, it’s your turn to fluster and you look away, startled by his forwardness. “I always like seeing you in my clothes.”

“Oh… thank you,” You murmur sheepishly, but Diluc grabs your chin and lightly guides your face to look at him. A shiteating grin breaks out across his face.

“I appreciate your support, darling, but isn’t it time we stop this ruse?” Diluc questions and your eyes widen in surprise. “Unfortunately, my brother is correct. These outfits are quite… awful.”

“I like them!” You interject, unsure as to why you’re defending the outfits you had just been wishing for the destruction of.

“Is that so?” Diluc challenges, eyebrows raised as you nod your head furiously. A soft chuckle escapes his lips. “(Y/N), I know I might be dumb at times, especially when it comes to you, but surely you can’t think I’m dumb enough to believe this lie.”

You narrow your eyes at him and fold your arms in contempt. “There is no way you’ve called my bluff this early. Kaeya told you I was fucking with you, didn’t he?”

Diluc’s smug attitude is replaced with that of a scolded puppy, unable to look you in the eyes. “... Yes.”

You can’t help but press yet another kiss to his face, this time gracing his jaw as you pepper light kisses down his neck. “You’re correct. I absolutely loathe these ugly clothes. It’s not even Christmas anymore. But I’d be damned if I was going to let that gremlin insult something of yours.”

Diluc laughs genuinely and he brings your face close to his, pressing your lips together in a sweet, chaste kiss, before pulling away far too soon for your liking.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I should probably change now that the joke is over,” Diluc explains. You raise your eyebrows at him and he lets out a sigh. “The fabric is itchy.” Your boyfriend clambers out of bed and you unabashedly watch him change into a more comfortable outfit, admiring the way his lithe muscles move as he puts on a new shirt. Diluc turns around and looks at you expectantly.

“Aren’t you going to change too?” He asks as he climbs back under the covers with you, but you softly smile and shake your head in response. 

“No,” You coo. “I think it’ll stay on for tonight.” You wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his shoulder exaggeratedly.

Diluc groans at your words and you realize he shares the same hatred of the onesies that you do. But, as Diluc’s chief prankster, you’re determined to get the last laugh, even if the dumb fabric scratches against you all night.

#not sure how i feel about this one tbh! it's certainly a different style of writing i feel #but reader in this is extremely similar to my own personality (for once) #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc scenarios #*writing #*diluc #*fic

[suicidalslasher]

𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 ➤ 𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑫.

Nothing but porn w/o a plot. There actually is a plot and if anybody is confused on the ending, I can explain but it’s more porn than anything.... so, here you go, you filthy animals. 

WARNINGS: choking, degradation, use of a gun (brief), a lot of dirty talk... of course. Oral, m on f / f on m. Fingering. Squirting. (brief.)

!! Female reader. Readers pronouns are she/her. !!

ps: if you enjoy my content and have a dollar or two to spare, here’s my ko-fi. 

“You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen. That boy you call your boyfriend isn't a man at all, in fact, he's a monster and he's only using you to kill you, for your blood to be on his hands, for him to be the cause of your death. He's twisted, that way.  He's not as nice as he portrays himself to be. If  I were you  — and once upon a time ago, I was in your shoes, I was you —  I'd get the hell out of that relationship and quickly."          Jason looked up from the letter his girlfriend,  (Y/N), had received in her locker. His lips are pressed together tightly into a white slash, his jaw clenched and in a sharp tone, he asks, "So.... what? You're going to break up with me over a  letter that a complete stranger put in your locker?" He sneered, grinding his teeth together before he stood up, moving the chair back as he does so. 

The piece of furniture loudly squeaks against the floor, making (Y/N) grimace and flinch at the obnoxious  noise. It's not the only thing in the room being annoying, though.    "No." (Y/N) answers,  giving an eyeroll in return to his question as she folds her arms across her chest.  "I want to see the monster you supposedly are, that's all." She adds.  "This isn't the first or even the second letter that says those words. There's been an endless amount and quite frankly, my beloved J.D, I'm suspicious  on what it exactly means."  "You believe the notes, do you?" He questions,  stepping closer to his girlfriend, eyebrow arched as he waits for her response.  "I do..... or I don't. That's up to you to decide for me. So, enlighten me, Jason, are you a monster in disguise or are you not and someone's simply playing a trick on not only me but the both of us?"  "What is it you're trying to do to me, (Y/N)?"  "Oh my God, fuck me like you hate me, fuck me like the monster that you supposedly are, according to the pieces of paper I receive every day.. I want to see whether or not it's true."  Jason is silent, as if he had gone mute. He was standing inches away from her face, doing - saying - nothing. Only... staring, like he was a starved predator and she was his only prey, his first feast of the day.  

Though, she knows the air conditioner isn't on, and neither are the windows open, (Y/N) shivers as if it were cold. But it was his eyes  that were frosty. His eyes were two lifeless pools of abyss-black, an ice-cold stare he was giving. Finally, he speaks for what feels like ages since he last talked, although it had only been a minute or two since he did, "I hate you. Despise you, actually.  Don't even know why we continue to have this fucking conversation. You're seriously so fucking annoying," He spat.  (Y/N) wasn't sure if he meant the words or not, either way, it did feel like a stab in the chest.  She purses her lips together and she goes to say something but before she could, his hand is wrapped around her throat and her back is pushed up against the wall.  "I should strangle you."  "Is that a promise?" She gasped out.  "Once I start, I might not be able to stop." He informs, clicking his tongue against the root of his mouth.  His grip, however, gets tighter and as fucked up as it may sound, (Y/N) grows wetter, she squeezes  her thighs tighter together and has to bite back a moan at the feeling of his hand around her throat. "I don't care what you do," (Y/N) replied truthfully, voice low and groggy, as if she had just woken up. "Just fuck me."  "My pleasure."  To her disappointment, Jason  drops his hand down at his side before gesturing to the floor with a motion of his finger.  "Get on your knees, this cock isn't going to suck itself."  (Y/N) is more than happy to oblige as she crashed to her knees,  quickly, undoing  his belt buckle and unbuttoning  his jeans.  In only a matter of seconds, he's got his pants and boxer briefs off, hanging down his ankles and his dick is being swallowed by his favorite cock-slut.  

Her eyes are fluttered shut as she tries to concentrate  on pleasing him. And as always, she's doing a great job at doing so. Then he remembers — this was a punishment and she deserved to be punished.  She wanted for him to unleash the beast, after all, right? So, he would be doing that.  Jason growls and grabs the back of her neck, fingers finding their way up to her hair as he then forces  her further down onto her cock, making her sputter and choke, a few drops of spit soaking his shaft as he face-fucks (Y/N)'s throat.   "Take it, slut. You wanted this, remember? Wanted to see the man behind the mask, well, here I am, baby, standing proudly right in front of you. Take my cock, choke on it like the filthy, little bitch you are. That's all you are, isn't it, sweetheart? You aren't important enough for me to keep around, according to the letters you get. Only keep you around so I can fuck you like the desperate whore you are. Is that what you want to hear? Huh?"  (Y/N)'s eyes are full of tears and she knows, without even looking in the mirror, her cheeks are stained with mascara and her lipstick is smudged, as her throat is getting pounded by the man above her, his grip on her hair is too tight, it's too much and yet not enough. 

She wants more — no, scratch that —  needs more.   "Desperate cock-hungry bitch, aren't you, baby? Starving for me to feed you my cock, to feed you my cum. You'll just open your legs to anyone, everyone, too, huh?  Especially me, even when you know exactly what I've done.... letters or no letters, you know the kind of person I am.. and yet, I'm the monster? You're no saint, either, miss (L/N).You're as crazy and as fucked up as I am."  (Y/N) nearly  (key-word there) makes a mess in her panties. And she hasn't touched herself at all yet, neither has Jason placed a finger yet on her.   

 Jason, on the other end, notices how her fingernails are digging themselves into his bare, naked thighs rougher than they had been previously. There's also more sweat pooling at the top of her forehead, too. He was making a complete mess out of her and was loving every single second of it.  "What is it, baby girl? You want to cum for me? Going to cum for me, untouched? Oh, so naughty, filthy little thing," He cooed, slowing down his movements as he continues to push his dick further down her throat, feeling more saliva spill out of her mouth and wetting his cock as he does so. 

 "Go on then, baby. Make a mess all in your panties. I know you can do it." And, well, yeah, just like that (Y/N) is coming, untouched, all while Jason does the same, feeding her his cum with a grunt of her name escaping his lips.   (Y/N) hums happily as she pulls back, wiping what remains on her cheeks onto her fingers, coating her digits with his  ejeculation and slips the juices into her mouth, making sure to poke her tongue out and give Jason a show — she wanted to prove how much of a slut she really was, and how desperate she was to have him bury his cock in her pussy. She needed the pain, wanted to feel it. She wanted it rough.   "So... what else do you have in plan?"  (Y/N) wonders, looking up at him with a smirk.   That little grin placed on her lips is quick to fall down into a worried frown when Jason pulls a gun out at her, pressing it against her skull.   "I could kill you since I got what  I needed." His voice was as devoid of life as an ossuary and his eyes were still soul-penetrating.  Not even a hint of a smile, not even a sign of amusement in the tone of voice. Surely, he wasn't being serious.... was he?  He presses the end of the gun to her mouth, making her lips part open as he presses  the gun inside.  "Could blow your brains out, right here, right now.... since that's all I'm going to do to you, anyways, right? I'll kill you eventually, why not now?"  Jason pulls the trigger.   

It's a blank.  Of fucking course it is.  "I'm only kidding," He said, chuckling lowly as he places the gun back into the pocket of his trench coat.    "You're a fucking dick." (Y/N) hisses, getting up on her feet and raising her hand up, slapping him on the cheek. "Don't scare me like that,"   "You're the one who was sucking my dick, first of all.... and you are also the one who wanted me to show you just how awful I could be... so, it's your fault." Jason said.   "Oh, shut up and kiss me already. 'm tired of this roleplay. Just want you inside me. Now."  "As you wish, your majesty." Jason laughs, bending forward as he picks his girlfriend up, throwing her over his shoulder and carries  her to his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. 

He then falls down onto the bed, letting his girlfriend fall on the mattress as well, (Y/N) squealing loudly as she tries to get comfortable and find a cozy spot along the mountain of pillows that rest against the headboard of the bed.  "Can I at least see if you're as sweet as you look?"  Jason asks,  licking his lips.   For obvious reasons, (Y/N) doesn't argue.  All she does is nod her head and lets a breathless pant out, answering with a, 'yes, please'.  She shimmies out of her pants, pulling her panties down as she strips out of both. Once they're off, she throws them elsewhere, not worried where they end up nor does she have time to worry about such things because the moment she's naked, Jason is pulling her legs apart and is quick to bury his face in her thighs.

 "Oh, God, fuck. Should've given me a warning, baby." She whines, fingers brushing through his hair as she tugs his black locks, pulling him closer, dragging his face closer to her cunt. "Need you so badly...." She murmurs, feeling the smile of her boyfriend's face against her heat. His tongue dances against her clit, flicking this way and that. He was always phenomenal with his mouth, more so his tongue than anything else. (Other than his dick, of course.)  (Okay, everything about J.D, other than his temper, was amazing.)  There were no words to describe it other than perfection and magical.  "Jason, baby..."  Hearing her pleas and knowing he's doing an excellent job, he continues, this time adding a finger and pushing it deep inside, earning a loud gasp to spill from (Y/N)'s lips. "Jason, fuck!"   She's wet, this much is obvious, but she's leaving a puddle not only on his face but beneath her. She'll have to wash the comforter later, she hopes she isn't leaving any stains behind either and can wash it out in time before it does leave an imprint.  

 These thoughts are replaced when Jason adds another finger, and she isn't so sure if he has two inside or three, all (Y/N) knows is it feels so fucking good and if he doesn't stop, she's going to cum soon. "S-Stop, Jason, please.... want to cum by your cock, wanna cum with you."   Jason doesn't stop, despite her cries. He's pushing her thighs down, holding her still as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, his tongue is everywhere and she feels so hot, feels as if every part of her body is on fire.  "Jason, Jason,"  (Y/N)'s moans come out like a broken record; only able to play the bit of his name on repeat, only able to speak his name and nothing else. "Jason, baby, oh.... I'm.... I'm going to cum!" And within a matter of seconds, that familiar sensation she had been feeling for the last few minutes in the pit of her stomach finally explodes and she's shooting her orgasm all over his fingers and on his face and... wait, did she- "You squirted, holy shit..." Jason pulls back, laughing as he wipes his face off of with his shirt. "That's a first. Just by my fingers too, fuck, baby girl.... can't even begin to imagine what you can do when I stuff my cock deep inside your cunt."  "Well, don't imagine then and just do it. Fuck me." Jason chuckles as he takes off the rest of his clothes.  Which wasn't much other than his coat and the shirt. (Y/N) giggles, not realizing that was all he had on. Nothing but his trenchcoat and a shirt underneath, his lower half being completely bare.  "What?" He asks, dropping the jacket and his shirt at the end of the bed before he's crawling up and over on (Y/N), wrapping her legs around him as he presses the tip of his cock at her entrance, teasing her for  a second or two.  "Nothing. Just waiting for you."  "Anything for my darling." With this, he presses his cock steadily at her entrance before he's leaning forward, pressing his chest on top of hers, Jason slides his cock deep within her walls at a slow pace before he's fully inside her, his own mouth parting open at the tightness that clenches around him. "Always so tight, (Y/N), fuck." "I'm not going to last long," She answers honestly.   Jason agreed, nodding his head rapidly as he moves, little by little, bit by bit. "Me, either, baby. You feel so good, always fucking so good."   "Jason...." (Y/N) mewls, feeling that sensation clouding over her once more, every thrust he gave sent a wave of electricity to shock her. Her orgasm would be stronger than the one she had a few seconds ago, this much she knew. 

 "Jason, baby, fuck.... you feel so good. Love feeling you inside me," She gasps, her feet were pointed like a dancer's, her toes curling and uncurling. Her pelvis rose from the bed as if seeking something in the air, Jason had to hold her down against the mattress, placing her hands above her head so she could remain still.  "Jason, please, I'm so close, I'm-" He cuts her off by pressing his lips onto hers. "Tell me you love me." He whispers, slowing the movements of his hips.  She laughs, pulling back and presses her face in the crook of his neck, playfully giving him a bite. "You're the one who lit the match and burned me earlier, telling me you hate me.... why should I say it first?" "Cause you and I  damn well know I don't hate you, I could never hate you, darling, so tell me you love me, please."  "I love you, Jason Dean, now cum inside me and fill me up like the desperate, cum slut I am. I wanna feel you."  Jason groans as he presses (Y/N) back against the pillows, leaving one hand off of her arm as he now cups her face, crashing his lips back against hers hungrily. "Cum with me, baby girl, cum with me."  (Y/N) musters a few curse words, letting them fall into Jason's open mouth as they kiss wildly and crazily, the type of kiss you'd only see in pornagraphic movies.   (What they were doing too, obviously, could be in a film as well.)  "I love you, I love you, I love you."  Jason groans and spills his seed, filling  (Y/N) up as he shoots his load deep inside her walls, moaning the same words she just said into the kiss. "Fuckin, goddamn..." He groans, pulling back as he falls next to her. "Never realized you were so naughty."  "Yes you do. That's why you started dating me, why you fell in love with me... shall I continue?"  "Correction: Didn't realize death was such a turn on for you."  "That's fair." (Y/N) answered with a giggle, grabbing Jason and cuddling up into his side, pressing a kiss to his chest.   "I've still got to thank Veronica for being part of this, giving me the roleplay idea and everything."  "Still don't understand why you're best friends with my ex," "She introduced us. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be here; We wouldn't be together." "That's fair." He mocks her words, chuckling as he kisses the top of her head.  "Still, I'd never hurt you. You know this, right?" (Y/N) nods and hums, drawing tiny figures on Jason's chest with the tip of her finger.  "I know. Unless I ask for it." She jokes but she and Jason knew there were truth in her words.  "Filthy thing, you are (Y/N) (L/N)." "Yes.... but you love me, though, Jason Dean." "That I do." "And I love you."  "I love you too... although you fit the label; 'geek in the streets, freak in the sheets'  perfectly." He jokes. 

"Can't believe you squirted still and love being degraded as much as you do,  love being talked like your feelings aren't valuable... never expected this from you, missy."  "Says the one who killed others... you crazed bastard.  I knew what I was getting myself into when I got together with you, J.D. I'm not stupid."   "And see, that's why I love you. You love me and the monsters in my closet."  "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up and kiss me, killer."  "Keep that attitude up and I'm gonna have to kill that pussy of yours." "Do it. I'm ready for a round two." (Y/N) replied with a smirk.  "Just can't get enough of this  cock, can you?" "Nope." "Truly are a cock slut." Jason replied with a 'tsk'  before he grabs (Y/N), placing her on top of him. "Ride me, baby girl. You already know what Daddy likes." "Don't have to tell me twice."

#take a fucking SHOT for how many times you read the word 'cock' #also no #i don't know how to end stories #TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT #UGH #idk if i actually like this or not #i do but i don't #jason dean #heathers #jason dean x reader #jason dean x yn #jean dean x femreader #my works #jason dean smut #jason dean imagines #jason dean fanfics #christian slater #christian slater x reader #christian slater x yn #cierra's stories

[sinner-as-saint]

Unleashed.

Doctor!Bucky x Reader AU

Requested (like a year ago)

Run-through: Your doctor just can’t seem to get enough of you, nor you him. And one night, all the passion and tension can no longer be contained…

Themes: smut, dirty talk, fluff, doctor!bucky

James Barnes was the kind of doctor who made you all weak in your knees, turned you into a stuttering mess the moment you first stepped into his examination room.

Your mom, after she made your appointment, forgot to mention that the gynecologist who would be seeing you was a tall, broad, blue-eyed, absolutely fine, gorgeous and dreamy man. Long, dark brown hair tied in a low, slightly messy bun. Perfect facial hair, and a strong built. Even with his lab coat on, you could tell he was absolutely ripped and muscular underneath it.

The first time you entered his office, he flashed you a smile which stole your heart right there. And the minute he ushered you over to his examination chair, you almost wished the ground would somehow spilt and swallow you whole because you realized that this fine specimen was going to see all of you. And you’d have to keep a straight face on and behave.

But by the next few visits for you regular check-ups, you had grown comfortable around the man. And each time, you tried your hardest to ignore the tingly feeling you got whenever you felt his hands on your thighs, or whenever he looked you in the eye while talking, or how he always placed a hand on the small of your back as he ushered you out of his office.

Each time you sat on his examination chair, legs spread apart; exposed. You immediately felt the burning hot, buzzing tension between you two. And you tried hard to convince yourself that it wasn’t real, that it was all in your head but you couldn’t.

It got to a point where you found yourself thinking of him when you touched yourself at night. James Barnes was always there, in your head. Living in your thoughts like it was nothing.

You were shamelessly crushing on the handsome doctor, needless to say. He was playful. And you began noticing the subtle ways he would flirt with you each time. But he never crossed the line.

But then one day your paths crossed somewhere you least expected… at a club. And that night, everything changed.

 “Hello Y/N.” he greeted, with a semi smirk. Leaning by the bar, dressed in a dark shirt and dark pants and his hair down; he looked irresistible.

“Hello doc.” You tried to hide the fact that your face was burning hot at the sight of him so… relaxed and beautiful. No lab coats, his hair not held back by a hair tie – right now he was just a devilishly handsome man at a club who was receiving all the attention by most ladies. A devilishly handsome man who also knew what your vagina looked like. Speaking of which, you had an appointment with him tomorrow… well shit.

Bucky inched closer to you, “You seem a little flustered.” He whispered in your ear. And you shivered at the sound of his voice. Fuck…

You giggled nervously. “Just, not used to seeing you like this.” He cocked his head to the side at your reply.

“Like how?”

So fucking fuckable. Your face felt all hot again, and you looked down at your shoes instead. “You know, I should go. You’re probably here with someone and I-,”

He cut you off, flashing you another smile which made your heart race. “No please, stay.” And that was all it took for you to stay by his side for the next hour or so, talking but mostly flirting, before he leaned in again and whispered in your ear, confidently. “Let’s get out of here. Somewhere a little more private?”

You nodded quickly, ditching your glass of red wine, took his hand and followed him out of the club.

-

You ended up at his luxurious apartment. None of its lushness and flamboyance, of course, even came close to that of its owner. James Barnes was one of a kind; gentlemanly, but also the right amount of flirty.

“Can I get you something?” Bucky asked as he rolled his sleeve up till his elbow, mindlessly.

Fuck…

You eyed him up and down and you could no longer hold back anymore. “Doc…” the sudden desperation in your voice made him look up at once. And he smirked once he caught your gaze.

“Yes?”

“Please just… fuck me.” You spoke, boldly.

He chuckled, and slowly approached the coffee table, by which you stood. Bucky reached out and gently touched your face, his thumb softly tracing the shape of your mouth, smudging your lipstick just a little. He smirked again upon seeing your messed up lipstick. He definitely planned on messing all of you up later, oh he wanted to do bad things to you since the day he first saw you…

And all those times you just laid there in front him. Exposed. Open. Although deeply unethical, he wanted nothing more than to just touch you. Pleasure you. Taste you and be inside of you. He noticed how you always got all flustered under his stare, many women did to be honest. But he had never wanted any of them like he wanted you. He still remembers the first time he saw you on his examination chair, and his brazen thought at the time… such a pretty little cunt… the prettiest he had ever seen.

He often thought of you when you were long gone. How well you listened to each and every instruction of his. How obedient you seemed. How fucking perfect.

Yet each time, he felt like he was chained. Held back. Unable to reach out to you because the relationship between the two of you was supposed to be strictly professional, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But here you were now, right in front of him. Asking him to fuck you. He wanted you bad as well, but just like he waited, he wanted to be a tease and keep you waiting as well.

“Patience, sweetheart.” he spoke, looking down at your lips before looking into your eyes again and you almost moaned at the look he was giving you. Your body was burning hot under his stare.

And the fire in you didn’t simmer down at all, definitely not when Bucky pulled you onto his lap and kissed you senselessly, deeply, passionately for God knows how long, but you could feel your underwear getting completely soaked.

His hands grabbed you at your butt, firmly and occasionally rolling your hips against his crotch. You could feel him; big and hard.

You whined when his mouth left yours only to kiss down your neck, nibbling on your skin and leaving dark red marks behind. You moved your hips against him, grinding on him out of desperation, and he chuckled against your skin. “So eager, aren’t you doll?” he whispered and peppered your neck with soft kisses.

“You’re so mean…” you whimpered and slid your fingers through his hair and tugging on it.

He pulled away to look at you. “Am I now?” he faced you with lust and playfulness in his eyes. “What about all those times you tortured me at work?” he gently grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer. “Showing up all dolled up…,” he kissed the side of your mouth and you felt your heart flutter, “Acting so innocent and shy when spreading those sexy legs for me…,”

Your giggle cut him off. And he pulled away again to look at you with raised eyebrows, smirking a little. You immediately felt all hot and bothered by his stare. “Sorry,” you apologized and looked down at how comfortably you sat on his lap. “I thought you looked at vaginas all day. How did I stand out from the crowd?” the brat in you spoke.

Bucky tried to hold it in, but he ended up laughing anyway, his body shaking and his laughter filling the room. You lowered your head again. He calmed down a few seconds later, and he cupping your face softly. “You caught my eye the minute you walked into my life, angel.” He answered. “But since then, each time I saw you was pure torture. You were always so… unreachable.”

You leaned into his touch. “Well I’m here now.” you leaned closer, gently caressing the back of his neck. “You can whatever you want.” You felt his body tense under you, and you smirked.

“Careful what you wish for, doll.” he warned, teasing you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. “James, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m leaving and I-,”

He cut you off with a rough kiss, biting your lip before shoving his tongue past your lips and kissing you like he’s famished and you’re the only thing which can satiate his hunger – which was true.

“You’re not fucking leaving!” He growled against your lips, his voice fueling the fire inside you. “Not when I finally have you all to myself.”

 Next thing you knew, Bucky was pushing down onto his large, comfy bed. The cool satin sheets felt wonderful under your burning hot body. He was on top of you in less than a second, kissing you like his life depended on it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You moaned and whimpered, body squirming under his. You needed him, bad.

Bucky’s mouth left your lips as he kissed his way down your body, undressing you in the process. Your little black dress, and your underwear found themselves on his bedroom floor as he settled himself in between your legs. His handsome face just inches away from your dripping core.

You had seen Bucky in between your legs before, but not like this. Back in his examination room, he always looked so calm and composed, and gentle. Right now, he was hungry, and wild – a man who wanted to do bad things to you, and you were more than happy to let him do whatever he wanted.

You felt his warm breath against your body as he spoke, lips brushing against your inner thigh, “Look at this pretty little cunt,” he kissed your skin so softly and it made your whole body tingle, “So fucking wet, and all mine.” he growled before he leaned in and kissed your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease.

He poked at your entrance with his tongue and your body felt hotter than earlier. A pressing need to release formed deep inside you as you felt his tongue stroked your most sensitive parts. “So fucking sweet too…” Bucky chuckled as he looked up at you and found you with your eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure. “Look at me.” He ordered and the authority in his voice made you tremble.

You opened your eyes and supported your upper body up with your elbows digging into the mattress and you took in the sight of him in between your legs. His strong arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping your in place and close to him.

He maintained eye contact as he licked in between your wet folds again, making you whine as he teased you. His touch was deliberately slow, pleasurably agonizing. “Please…” you cried out, whimpering and begging him to take you already. You could no longer deal with his teasing.

Bucky smirked. “I’ve fantasized about this moment for a while now, doll.” he kissed your thighs, purposely avoiding to touch where he knew you needed him the most. “I’m not gonna rush, I’m gonna savor you…” he kissed down all the way to your core, and gently bit your skin. You hissed in pleasure. “I’m gonna eat this wet, greedy cunt until your taste is embedded in my brain. And you will not once complain, you hear me?”

You nodded frantically, his words turning you on more than you expected them to. You could feel your arousal trickling out of you, one drop at a time. But Bucky didn’t let none of it go to waste, he leaned in and latched his mouth onto your core, sucking and licking and teasing you. Your arousal coated the lower half of his face, but he didn’t mind it one bit.

His sole purpose was to take his time, and taste you and make you come undone all over his tongue. You whined and whimpered under him; with your legs wrapped around his head.

“You taste better than I expected, baby…” he mumbled, closing his eyes, shamelessly humming and moaning at how you tasted on his tongue. Your taste drove him wild, so did your soft whimpers. “So fucking sweet.” he purred.

Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it gently as he flicked his tongue over your clit over and over again. His beard rubbed against your sensitive skin, and the friction burned a little but it was the kind of pain you kept wanting more of. You wanted more of him. But he was making you wait…

His stormy blue eyes watched how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you; making you cry out loud.

Bucky made you cum once. Twice. Then it got so frequent that your orgasms just overlapped effortlessly; making you gasp for air as your body writhed under him.

You whined wantonly, “Please…” you begged, and tried scooting away from him. But his grip around your thigh tightened and he kept you in place. “I already came, please…” part of you didn’t want him to stop. Ever. But you were so damn sensitive that even just his hot breath fanning your wet folds was making you moan out loud.

He had been eating you out for so long, you wondered how the hell his neck wasn’t sore and aching yet.

He glared at you from in between your legs. “I said no complaining.” He spoke sternly, smacked your thigh gently and kissed his way up to your mouth again. He kissed your lips once he hovered over you, rough and deep, and you tasted yourself on his tongue. “I’m not done with your sweet cunt yet, so keep quiet for me doll.” he whispered against your swollen lips. “I make the rules here, remember?”

You looked up at him and nodded, panting and shaking under his gaze.

Bucky kissed his way down your body again. And his mouth latched onto your core again. You whined and squirmed, tugging in his hair and that only made him want to eat you out for longer.

You lost track of time, but many orgasms later, Bucky kissed his way up your body again. He gave you a brief kiss on the lips then lifted off you for just a moment to get rid of his clothes. Once done, he was hovering over your naked body again. Frankly, he loved the sight of you; naked, hot and squirming against the dark sheets of his bed. He wanted to keep you there forever.

He gave you loud kisses on the cheek, making you giggle and wrap your arms around him. He pulled away after a while to look into your eyes. Then leaned in to kiss you on the nose. “Just so we’re clear, who makes the rules here, babygirl?” he asked.

Something in you pushed you to be a bit of a brat just to get a reaction out of him. You were curious to see what would happen if you pushed his buttons. “I don’t know, was it me?” you teased.

He smirked, reading your face. Part of him loved this side of you, the other part of him wanted to tame the brat in you right this instant. Bucky leaned in closer to you, his hand reaching up to hold your jaw carefully, firmly. He lifted his hand just an inch or two from your face gave you a gentle smack on your cheek. You groaned, bit your lip and smiled up at him, clearly he had taken over all of you. You’d take anything he’d give you.

“Don’t be a brat, doll. Who makes the rules here?”

You looked up at him in, completely under his spell. “You do.” He smiled and kissed you right in between your brows.

“Good girl.”  

Bucky’s body settled in between your legs comfortably again, and he leaned in to kiss you. Your lips were all swollen and tingly, but still you smiled through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. The need for one another was prominent between you two, quite literally – his thick and hard cock rested against your thighs.

Bucky touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and kissing your skin. His hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. You moaned into the kiss; his touch was slow, and gentle and enticing but also fiery.

His knuckles gently stroked your wet folds; making you shiver at his touch. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around. He stared into your eyes, his face still dangerously close to yours. “You okay, doll?” he asked. His voice strained and deep, gravelly with lust.

You craved more. So you nodded a little too quickly. He smiled and leaned in again, kissing you and toying with your clit at the same time. You whimpered and squirmed under him, and he smirked through the kiss. He had wanted you since the day he first saw you. Since that day, he wanted nothing more than to just have you under him. To toy and play with your body as he pleased. And now that you were here, and he wasn’t planning on letting you go just yet.

Bucky pulled away from your lips, and pressed his forehead onto yours gently, while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance, pulling your legs up to wrap them around his waist. You moaned out loud as he pushed into you. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, and he gave you a couple of seconds to adjust. He grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down on the bed, above your head.

He had always wondered how he would feel inside you. How wet you’d be, how warm and how tight and snug you’d feel… but he concluded that you felt better than he ever imagined.

You were so full of his thick cock that even you couldn’t even form a proper thought. His lips found yours again, trying to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to keep quiet. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear.

“You feel so good, babygirl…” he whispered, groaning by the end and let go of your hands to hold your body. He gripped your waist and pushed deeper into you. You heard him gasp and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his damp skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you.

You moaned out loud; wantonly, as he pushed deeper and deeper into you each time. You tried matching his thrusts but were unable to; so you simply let him take control. His scent, his moans; Bucky took over you in less than a minute.

He kissed you, bit your lips, kissed your open mouth, and shoved his tongue past your lips while he rammed into you; and you never once complained. Given his size, he stretched you out completely. And it did hurt, but the pleasure compensated for the pain. Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you, and in the daze he was in, he mumbled right in your ear about how good you felt.

“Fuck…” his voice cracked and his sentenced ended with a loud moan. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine. Your back arched off the bed as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you. He was relentless. And you loved it.

Right when your moans got louder and your walls started clenching around him; signaling you were right on the edge and just about to come undone; he removed himself from you and flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips. His hand gripped your hair and tugged on it, harsher than earlier and his action elicited an involuntary moan out of you.

You whimpered; wanting him to completely ruin you. He kissed the back of your neck, “You’re so good to me, doll,” he mumbled against your skin and pushed your face down against the pillows, making your ass stick out for him. “But I’m not quite done with you yet.”

He gripped each side of your hips, tightly. He pushed his cock into you without a word said; earning a sinful moan out of you. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely; your butt cheeks pressing into his pelvic bone as he pounded into you.

You moaned out loud at the new sensation of him rocking into you from behind. Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the rush of excitement which coursed through him each time he felt his cock deep within you.

His hand travelled all the way to your throat and he very gently squeezed the side of your throat. But hard enough to make you lose your mind. You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly.

No man had ever made you feel the way he did. So wanted. So desired. So full and so wild. “Fuck…” you heard a barely audible moan leave his lips as he rammed his cock in and out of you incessantly.

“So good to me, so fucking good…” Bucky mumbled in a daze, and you barely heard him as the only thing you focused on was the sounds your bodies made when in contact with one another; along with your whimpers and his incoherent words while he fucked you like there’s no tomorrow.

You felt him quicken his pace. You tightened around him, and he groaned, pounding into you; growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you couldn’t hold back anymore, so you came undone with a loud moan.

His other hand reached around and toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously rubbed the skin around your clit and making you tremble and whimper again. You moaned, craving more and more of him.

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded. You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Bucky came right after you; buried deep within you – growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. His warm cum shoot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully removed his length from your entrance. You were a whimpering, panting mess. And so was he.

He threw himself next to you in his bed. You were shaking just a little as he tucked your head under his chin and ran his soothing hand down your back; while kissing the side of your head. “Get some sleep, babygirl.” He whispered and just held you in his arms, while you came down from your high.

You were hazy and worn-out already, so all you remember is snuggling up to him and falling asleep with your head on his chest. The last thought in your head was about how warm his body was, and how perfect it felt sleeping next to him.

 --

You woke up hours later, soft sunlight against your skin, feeling warm puffs of air fanning your neck. You opened your eyes and blinked a couple of times, trying to reorient yourself as best you could. You realized that you were naked, and tucked under the comfiest blankets you had ever felt, and pressed up against a warm body which spooned you from behind.

Bucky… you smiled at the thought of him. You lifted the covers and looked down to see your legs tangled with his, his arms circling your waist and holding you close to him. You smiled a little bigger, then tried to lift his arm so you could get out of his grip, even though you didn’t want to leave his bed right away.

The moment you lifted his arm inches off your skin, you heard him groan loudly right in your ear. “Don’t go. You’re so warm.” He mumbled before nuzzling your neck again. You giggled when you felt his soft lips against your skin. You turned around in his arms and faced him with a soft smile.

Bucky opened one eye to look at you briefly, then shut it again, mirroring the smile you had on. “Judging by the look on your face,” he pulled you further into him, chest pressing against his, “I’d say I did really well last night, huh?”

You giggled and admired his handsome face. “I’m sore. And I can almost still feel you, deep inside me.” You whispered and he immediately opened both his eyes and looked down at you. He looked adorable and smoking hot at the same time.

“Yeah? Keep looking at me like that and you sure won’t be able to walk all day today.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Then how am I gonna get to my appointment with the handsome doctor on time?” you watched how he blushed a little. “I can’t be late you know. He likes it when people are punctual.”

“Hmm,” he played along, “Well I could drive you. Or maybe you could like, not go? Ditch the doctor, stay with me.” He teased.

You shook your head, and then leaned in to kiss your way up his neck. “Can’t do that.” you kissed the side of his throat up till his ear. “He has me by my heart already, gotta go see him.” you kissed along his jaw. “Besides, I like him, and I like the way he looks at me.”

Bucky sighed in pleasure as you nibbled along his jaw, his grip around your waist tightening as he laid you on your back and hovered above you again. “How?” he asked.

You bit your lip as you looked up at him, staring into his stormy blue eyes. “Like a hungry animal. Feral. Wild. Like he’d absolutely ruin me once unleashed.”

Bucky smirked, inevitably feeling cocky after what you just said. He leaned down to kiss you, his tongue invaded your mouth like he owned it, stroking the top of your mouth and making you moan and hot and bothered just from his kiss. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second. Again.

“Seems you unleashed the animal after all, babygirl.” He kissed his way down your body again, just like he did last night. Bucky settled in between your legs again, his mouth just an inch or two away from where you needed him the most. “Now don’t you move, I’m still not done with you yet.” He chuckled before separating your folds apart using his fingers, and pressed a soft kiss right on your clit. You whined, your body still sensitive and sore from hours ago.

Bucky looked up at you, and smirked. “Just can’t seem to get enough of your pretty, wet little cunt.” he whispered before latching his mouth onto your core once again…

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[littlefishbigsea]

Gwynriel Small Scene

The Necklace

A note: This is a snippet from a larger story I’ve been building upon. The goal is to eventually publish chapters via a side blog and ao3. I hope you enjoy. 🖤

She pushed him away, the palms of her hands flat against his firm chest. He stumbled back, caught off guard by her rejection. Chest heaving he leveled her with with his patina gaze.

“You don’t get to kiss me,” Gwyn sneered, drawing the back her hand across her mouth as if to wipe away his transgression.

“Oh?” He challenged. Back straightening, the shadowsinger rose to his full height and squared his shoulders.

“You’re a liar.”

“So are you,” he growled.

“What are we doing, shadowsinger?”

“Sparring,” he smirked. “Obviously.”

He sprung. Using his expansive wing span to bear down on her in a fraction of time, Gwyn barely had enough space to bring up her dagger and block his oncoming attack. She slid to the left, reversed her blade and aimed for his side.

Azriel smacked the blunt end of her dagger with the back of his forearm, knocking it off course. Grabbing her wrist, she chouldn’t stop her shriek as he slammed a thigh into her stomach, knocking her flat onto her ass.

She rolled and kicked out at the same time, ramming her foot into his ankle. He wouldn’t fall though. She knew that. So, she brought her leg up to kick him again, this time his inner thigh.

He went down. She was vaguely aware of the pain in her own limbs but she kept at him, throwing herself onto him. He grabbed her wrist before she could snatch his dagger away. They froze like that, staring each other down as Gwyn bared her teeth and strained against his superior strength. Azriel’s lips twitched upward at one corner and she growled in frustration.

Yanking up a leg in a feat of feminine flexibility, she hooked her leg through his elbow, wrenching his arm down with her full weight. Her wrist screamed, near breaking when he didn’t let go. His back arched just before his hips thrust up, flipping her off and over him. Using the momentum, she rolled before he could pin her. She scrambled after her dagger.

Gwyn skidded across the ground sending dirt into the air and grasped the weapon at the edge of the ring. She’d just straightened when Azriel lept up in a single graceful move and landed before her. Her mouth twisted and he glared back.

Both breathing hard, she gripped her dagger and sank into a ready stance. Az smirked, copying her movements. Gwyn swallowed. This no longer felt like sparring, but rather something personal leaking into what should have been simple, routine dagger practice.

They attacked at once. Gwyn’s legs ached but she managed to dance away from his first strike. She stabbed. He blocked. She kicked, ducked, and tried to jab him in the kidney but he blocked again. Jumping back she let loose a volley of offensive moves. Azriel was impossibly fast, blocking every one - then his dagger shot out, the handle knocking into her shoulder, sending her spinning backward.

She moved with the spin, turning her body so that she wouldn’t fall and kicked out at him again, attempting to plant a booted foot in his belly. Yet, he managed to twist away and caught her leg. She punched at his knee with the handle of her dagger and he dropped her.

Gwyn scrambled back, spinning to face him. He tensed, not attacking. The arrogant smirk is gone and now he just looks frustrated. She gives him a ‘what the fuck is your problem’ look. What was he waiting for? She inhaled sharply. How could she best him? It was like he knew her movements before she did. Damn it. She didn’t know how to beat him. Brute strength wouldn’t work, and her strategies were getting her nowhere.

Azriel sprung. Her time to think was up.

The attacks he unleashed were swift. Gwyn blocked and dodged. She didn’t catch everything and though it burned her pride, she knew he wasn’t using the full scope of his abilities. There was no matching him. Not yet. The shadowsinger was just that good. When his third strike caught her in the diaphragm she dropped to her knees at his feet, clutching her belly, unable to breathe. She trembled, exhausted. He started to take a step back to give her time to recover.

Before she could gasp a single breath, Gwyn shot up and tackled him, shoulder to stomach. He staggered, wings flaring, catching him before he fell. Her strength gave out and all she could do to keep from falling was grip handfuls of his shirt. A loud rip sounded as the side seam tore. She dragged herself to her feet, bouncing away from him on the balls of her feet.

Azriel pulled his torn shirt off and chucked it in a single sweep of his arm. Gwyn could only stare. The tattoos that curled over his shoulders wound down his chest, a curl over his heart. She licked her lips and pushed her shoulders back. With her chin lifted, she gestured for Azriel to come for her. His answering grin was a dark, wild thing. He stepped forward in a slow prowl. Then lunged. She leapt at the last second to meet him. Crashing into her, he grabbed her at the same time she grabbed onto him.

Their combined momentum was so powerful that they both slammed hard into the ground, Azriel above her. He managed to cup the back of her head to cushion the impact of their fall. His other hand was fisted in her shirt, holding her still. Both of her legs wrapped tight around his middle, her hands pressed into his chest.

Time slowed. Noise disappeared. Azriel was pressed hard against her, his bare chest hot, slick with sweat. He breathed deep, chest rising and falling. The hand at the back of her head closed slowly, pulling her hair into his fist. He pulled her head back until their eyes met.

Gwyn grabbed the shadowsinger’s head and yanked his mouth down to hers.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. Not like what they’d shared in the past. Azriel’s mouth met hers with raging heat. She arched into him as he shoved her further into the ground, mouth moving, fierce, carnal, and demanding. His strength was all around her, holding her, pinning her helplessly. Her hands rose and she sank her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer still, demanding. Always wanting more. His hand tightened in her hair, angling her further, deepening their kiss into something wilder. She felt undone.

Eventually, Azriel pulled back with one last nipping bite to her lip. Molten warmth spread, pouring through her. Faces inches apart, both panting, eyes fierce, they held. Gwyn wasn’t sure if she should unwind her legs from around him. She wasn’t sure she wanted to.

He pulled away, her legs untangling from his waist. With a single push, Azriel was on his feet. His hand reached out and she slid her palm against his. He pulled. She found herself standing against him, hand still holding hers.

Fingers brushed the underside of her chin, tipping her head back. She stared at him uncertainly, his mask back in place. The shadowsinger was unreadable, even with his fingertips still resting against her chin. The sudden desire to pull his mouth back to hers warred within.

“Gwyn-“

“Are you in love with Elain, Azriel?”

His breath caught. She didn’t often call him by his name, preferring the title. It was what he was, who he was - but the intimacy of hearing his name on her lips gave him pause.

“Do you love Balthazar,” he tossed back.

“Why? Jealous?”

A wolffish smile spread his lips into a unkind grin. “If I thought even for a second that boy was competition, perhaps I would be.”

Her eyes widened, growing frustrated, no longer distracted by his lips or their sparring, Gwyn reached beneath her shirt. With a strong yank, she pulled the infamous necklace free of her neck, tossing it the ground where it landed at his feet.

“Don’t do that.” Azriel’s voice was low, threaded with shadow.

“I wasn’t the one you intended to give this to,” Gwyn accused. “So, I’m giving it back.”

“It’s yours, Gwyn, I gave it-“

“To Elain!” She shouted, hands fisting at her side. “Or was it meant for Mor first, I’m confused.”

So, was he. He sighed, defeat settling in him. His wings dropped, though not hitting the ground, and he leveled her with a look.

“You’re right,” he said. His voice was ice-cold silk that slid under Gwyn’s skin and down into her bones. “I did give it to Elain. She didn’t want it,” he confessed. Gwyn’s lips parted in surprise.

“Why give it to me, then?” Her voice was quiet, soft.

He shakes his head, a wrinkle in his forehead appearing. His shadows surfaced around him, wrapping him in darkness.

“Don’t you dare hide from me,” she hissed, watching as the shadowsinger all but disappeared from her sight.

“I gave the necklace-“ He stopped, shadows trembling around him as if they waited expectantly for him to continue. “After Elain returned it, I gave the necklace to Clotho. She suggested I give it to you. She thought… I thought you might like it.”

She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting but it hadn’t been that. Not exactly.

“Why me, Azriel?”

He stared at her, shadows coiling and unraveling. A blushing glow bloomed high in his cheeks.

“I thought… I don’t know what things have been like for you after - I thought, with all the ugly things dealt you…” He pushes a scarred hand through his hair, scattering the dark strands into chaos. “It’s an uncomplicated design and if you hold it the right way it catches light. I thought you might wear it and look at it from time to time, find comfort in its beauty. To bring something lovely to your life that… It was stupid-“

“You thought I’d find it beautiful. The way you did.” She hadn’t meant to interrupt. The thought had slipped, the confusion and disbelief in her voice thick.

He looked at her, brow furrowed. “Yes.”

She focused on the small pendant at his feet. It’s chain coiled elegantly, catching in the moonlight. Lovely in its simplicity. Gwyn couldn’t quite take a breath. Just a necklace - something beautiful he’d wanted to share. With her, even if it had not been his first intention. A gift that wasn’t meant to be but had turned into something meaningful they both treasured.

Except that he had convinced himself she wouldn’t want it if she’d known the truth. She watched him, no longer guarded, his raw vulnerability darkening his eyes. He’d expected rejection.

It took everything he had to hold still, to keep his hands at his sides, to resist the urge to reach for her. Azriel didn’t know what he’d do if he touched her. It wasn’t out of a desire for pleasure, hers or his. He wanted to touch her because something hot and pulling tightened in his chest and it hurt to breathe. Without conscious thought, his hand rose toward her as though drawn up by an invisible string. As if she wielded her nymph magic and he was caught in her spell. Ready to drown in the pool of her eyes.

Scarred fingers brushed across her soft cheek, her skin warm, flushed. His touch trailed lightly across the side of her face and his hand curled around the back of her neck. Running his thumb along her jaw and to the corner of her mouth, Gwyn knew he was going to kiss her again.

Before he leaned in, before he could capture her lips with his, a cold thrill ran down his spine and splintered into shards of ice. He stiffened, knowing who he’d find watching them. His instincts screamed. They weren’t alone.

He caught movement over Gwyn’s shoulder. Not hidden, but in plain view. Watching. Waiting. Stamping her foot against the rings dirt floor, sending little puffs of dust cloud into the air. That silhouette was unmistakable, as was the arctic chill that ran down his spine.

Nesta Archeron.

With Azriel’s attention fixed on her, the female arched a single brow. Silver flames danced within the depths of those eyes. Her gaze moved from his to where his hand still lingered at Gwyn’s face.

Shit.

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[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 4

Request: Yes or No

TW: Drug mention, needle mention, overdose mention

I'm still unsure on the twins ages in age of ultron since one source says 16 and the other says 26 lmao. Imma just say the twins are 17 or 18.

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You stared down at the city below with a frown. You knew Clint wouldn't rest until Natasha was found. Everything had happened so quickly and even if you had tried to catch her with a root, you would've been pulled along. A sigh left you as you sat down at your desk. Your room in the tower felt like a cell. Gray walls, white bed, white desk. The only real color in the room came from the line of potted flowers on the desk. You felt your stomach grumble, standing up and leaving the room. You headed to the kitchen, getting a granola bar. You opened it, taking a bite from it. You almost choked, hearing crashing and arguing. You swallowed the bits of granola as you followed the noises to the laboratory. You headed up the stairs, dodging a flying Steve.

"What the fuck?" You turned your head, seeing the Maximoff twins. "What the fuck?" You repeated, watching them in bewilderment. Another one left you when Thor crashed through a window, raising his hammer and letting the electricity power the cradle. Nothing happened for a moment before the cradle burst open, causing Thor to fly back.

"I should've stayed with Laura." You whispered, staring at the red man that emerged from the cradle. He slowly stood, looking between everyone. His gaze settled on Thor, lunging for him but Thor grabbed him and threw him to the side, causing another crash.

"(Y/N), stay close." Clint called, eyeing the twins. You quickly walked over to him, hearing the crunching of glass beneth your shoes. While Thor and Steve took the dramatic way, you chose to use the door and head to the room Vision was in. Thor raised his hand, stopping Steve from attacked. The man stared out into the city, staying silent and motionless. Thor set down his hammer as the man landed on the door, apologizing to Thor and mimicking his cape.

"Thor, you helped create this?"

"I've had a vision. A whirlpool that sucks in all forms of life and at its center is that." Thor explained, pointing at the crystal in the mans forehead.

"What, the gem?" Bruce asked, watching Thor look at him.

"The mind stone." He corrected. "It's one of the six infinity stones. The greatest power in the universe with destructive abilities." Thor explained as he faced everyone.

"It looks like a citrine." You muttered, continuing to unwrap the rest of your granola bar, swiping away the crumbs that fell on the floor with your foot.

"A what?" Clint asked softly. You glanced at him.

"It's a type of gemstone. It's supposed to motivate you to take action." You shrugged lightly. Gemstones were pretty interesting to study, even more so when they had so called 'destructive abilities.'

"Stark's right."

"Oh, it's definitely the end." Bruce said quietly.

"Why does your vision sound like J.A.R.V.I.S?" Steve asked as he watched the man walk forward. Tony explained why, still in awe and surprise. The man looked at Steve.

"You think I'm a child of Ultron?" Though it sounded like a question, it was obvious it was a statement.

"You're not?"

"I'm not Ultron." The man replied softly, almost confused. "And.. I'm not J.A.R.V.I.S either."

"I looked in your head and saw annihilation." Wanda said, stepping forward as she glared at him. Clint scoffed softly, walking towards everyone. You followed, tossing the wrapper into the trashcan.

"Look again."

"Your approval seems jack to me." Clint said, gaze staying locked on the twins. Wanda's gaze went to Clint before going to you. You maintained brief eye contact. It wasn't everyday you met another meta.

"Her powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultrons powers.. They all came from the mind stone. Nothing compares to what it can unleash." Thor revealed. "And with it on our side-"

"Is it?" Steve interrupted, looking at the man again.

"Are you? On our side?"

"I don't think it's that simple." He replied softly.

"Sounds pretty simple. Death or life for humanity." You said, shrugging. He looked at you, giving a small nod before looking at the others.

"Then.. I'm on the side of life. Ultron isn't." He took small steps forward, not wanting to agitate anyone.

"What's he waiting for?"

"You." The man stared at Tony. You were already coming up with names for him. Tony Jr was the one sticking.

"Sokavia's our best bet." Tony said.

"Nat's there too." Clint told them, looking at Bruce when he approached the man.

"If we're wrong about you..." Bruce started softly. His threats were always amusing until he turned green. He stared at Tony Jr, letting it up to his imagination, if he had that.

"I don't want to kill Ultron." Tony Jr walked around Bruce, continuing past everyone.

"He's weak.. And in pain but that pain will roll over the Earth, so he must be destroyed. Every forms he's built, every sense of his presence on the net. We have to act now and not one of us can do it without the other." Tony Jr turned, facing them. He looked down at his hands.

"Maybe I am a monster. I don't know if I will become one.. I'm not what you are. I'm not what you intended. So there may be no way for you to trust me but we need to go." Tony Jr finished his speech, picking up Thors hammer and handing it to him. The room stayed silent as everyone took it in. Thor took his hammer, clearing his throat and nodding.

"Alright." He gave a small smile, walking away. You sighed, turning around and walking towards the bar.

"Don't even think about it." Clint called as he walked past you. You huffed, watching him go.

"Seriously?" You rolled your eyes, looking over your shoulder at the twins. They walked away in amusement, following Steve's directions to the lockers. You walked to your room, putting on the outfit Clint had designed for you. You looked at a picture of you and Clint, smiling softly. You left the room, walking down the hall. You noticed Thor and Tony Jr talking outside, arms crossing as you approached the glass. You stared at the two, gaze locking onto the reflection of the twins. You turned to face them, seeing Wanda pause and stay in her spot.

"Sorry about choking you." You spoke first, looking between them. Wanda gave a small nod, hand gently gripping her arm.

"Did you get experimented on like us?" Pietro asked, head tilting. Some white strands fell over his face. You shook your head, biting your bottom lip as you thought on how to explain it.

"From what Bruce told me, my mother had drugs in her system during labor. It was an unknown drug that they still haven't identified but Bruce says that it might've given me some freak cell mutation that gave me these powerd. It's weird. Clint said it took a long time to even find any information on my family. I don't know if it's true or something that they told me to make me feel better about being orphaned." The twins gaze softened, glancing at each other. Wanda licked her lips, glancing at the ground.

"When were you orphaned?" She asked softly.

"When I was a baby. My mom died in labor and my dad had been found dead with a needle in his arm a day later. I was put into an orphanage cause my parents were seen as a Jane Doe and John Doe. Again, it's weird." You told them, shrugging lightly. Pietro took in a soft breath, gaze becoming distant.

"We're orphans too. I'm sure you already know what happened by now but.. A bomb killed them." Pietro said softly. He took in a deeper breath, giving a small smile to lighten the mood.

"I suppose that's another thing we have in common." He pointed out with a small shrug. You nodded, smiling softly. It was nice to be around people your age who understood you. Even Wanda seemed relaxed and more comfortable.

"(Y/N), what'd I say?" You looked up upon hearing Clint's voice.

"You were the one who left me alone to change." You reminded him with a soft huff, going around the twins and approaching him. Clint shot you a pointed look, glancing at the twins. You understood why he was distrustful of them.

"Clint, they're like me." You said quietly as you walked with him to the aircraft.

"You're not like them."

"Yes, I am. They're metas and around my age. Weren't you the one who said I had to work on my people skills?" You cocked a brow as you stared at him. Clint stayed silent, giving you the answer.

"They were fighting for their country after it was attacked. They have all the right to be distrustful-"

"After one conversation, you can tell apart the difference between good guys and bad guys?"

"I don't know, Clint, you tell me. You were the one who chose to take in a kid who almost choked your best friend to death and attempted to impale Americas biggest playboy with a fucking branch." You hissed lowly, frowning and looking forward.

"You were, and still are, a kid." Clint said, voice becoming hard and stricter.

"Oh, well, fuck me, I didn't realize the twins were in their eighties."

"Quit giving me attitude, (Y/N). I want to protect you. You don't know if they're gonna stab us in the back when we least expect it. If we destroy Ultron and they stay on our side, you can play dolls with them." Clint said, approaching the aircraft.

"Whatever." You entered the aircraft, taking a seat. The others entered not long after. The twins sat down beside you as Clint headed to the front.

"We didn't get you in trouble, did we?" Wanda asked quietly, glancing over at Clint. You shook your head, toying with the roots in order to relax.

"No, just.. Strict dad drama." You muttered. Wanda tilted her head, making eye contact with Pietro before it clicked.

"Oh.. He adopted you? That's nice." Wanda gave a small smile. "Maybe the Avengers aren't so heartless."

"We aren't." You assured, looking between her and Pietro. "It'll take a while but.. We can all grow to trust each other."

"I hope so." Pietro breathed out, hands going to the belt as the aircraft lifted up. You chuckled at the nervous look on his face.

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[hanibalistic]

#67509E | HWANG HYUNJIN.

genre | fluff

word count | 1889

warning | appearances of vampire fangs, mention of blood sucking

tag | @fluffyskzclub​

note | i miss hyunjin.

hyunjin pouted like he was throwing a tantrum—well, to a certain degree, he was throwing a small tantrum.

he curled himself around the fluffy blanket that you two left on the couch from yesterday's spontaneous movie night as he pouted at you bitterly. he tried to fit his tall body within the blanket, but his long legs awkwardly jutted out of the end corner, unable to bend enough to curl himself into a tiny ball. his head poked out of the blanket he draped around his shoulder and over his head.

"must you open the curtains all the time?" he whined with furrowed brows, lightly kicking his feet against the couch. "i hate the sun, you know that!"

you rolled your eyes as you closed the curtains after being drowned in his mindless complaints about the last half an hour. you had opened them so the plants could soak in some sunlight. you even took into consideration that hyunjin would be asleep for longer like he always does, otherwise, you would have never let the sunlight into your shared apartment. but for some reason, he decided to leave his stupid coffin earlier today.

to listen to the birds' chirp perhaps. that's the kind of leisure activity a hundred-year-old would like, you bet.

the same thing happens every time you open the blinds, which is that hyunjin does not shut up about him disliking the sun and how it weakens his vampirism as opposed to it actually killing him. he would not stop until you close the curtains and turn on the lights, which often made you scoff. not only was he annoying, for a vampire who was supposed to burn under the sun, he sure does speak of it a lot.

"we will need sunlight somehow, hyunjin," you said as you turned around to glare at him. "the plants you stole, from outside, in the morning, will need sunlight."

you emphasized your words to make sure he knew of all the heinous frustrations he has caused you. the puppy pout on his face, as well as the pitying glint in his eyes, only deepened with each emphasis of your voice, his body flinching and shrinking when he could tell that you were upset with him.

watching him, there was a rush of conflict brewing like bubbles in you. you weren't sure if you felt more annoyed or endeared about the fact that hyunjin, a not quite literally ancient but old enough to feel ancient vampire, gained such comfortability from you that he was fine with throwing a childish tantrum in front of you.

he looks cute, surely! he always does. but sometimes, you genuinely could not stand another second of him whining.

"stop yelling at me! you know what the sun does to a vampire!" he retorted.

oh, god—blah, blah, blah.

"yeah, a vampire that doesn't have an accessory of the sigil," you said cleverly as you moved over to him. you yanked the blanket off his body, ignoring his protest, and you pointed at his neck. "like the necklace you never take off!"

"i only got this recently! the witch would have never sold me this if you hadn't come with me," he argued, pulling the blanket around him again. "i'm not used to the sun yet, just let me have a little more time."

you pursed your lips together, your neck turning sour at his poor mumble as you softened. he did only just get the necklace—by just, it was about two to three months ago. however, while that alone may seem like a long period, comparing that to almost a whole decade of no sunlight, perhaps he really just needed more time to adjust.

but! zooming past the streets, leaving normal people wondering where the sudden gust of wind came from, and hiding in the apartment that leaves no room for any traces of sunlight was not the way to go about it!

"how about just a little bit, hmm?" you said then, suggesting a compromise casually while you walked toward the window. "take it little by little!"

hyunjin widened his eyes in disbelief as you moved farther away from him. he shook his legs in protest, his body moving animatedly on the cushiony couch as he protested loud and clear. "hey! you better not open the curtains, [name]!"

you grabbed the hem of the curtains, your mind occupied with calculating the correct amount you would flip open. it has to be a very small amount, to a point where the sunlight could only hit one leaf of the plant on the window rail, or just one square of your marble floor. it has to be the form of sunlight that could not hurt even a fly, so you could show him just how goddamn dramatic he was being.

"[name], i swear!"

"oh, bite me," you muttered under your breath.

there was a gust of wind—a familiar kind. it blew at the tip of your hair, making it waft around, and the hem of your thin shirt also danced at the breeze of hyunjin's vampiric speed.

blinking consciously, you loosened your grip on the curtains and turned around. immediately, upon feeling the heat of his face, you flinched back and closed your eyes to settle yourself.

"jesus–what the hell, hyunjin?" you muttered with a hand on your chest before you slowly opened your eyes.

hyunjin was glaring at you; no malice, just alluring intensity. his hair fell over his face prettily. the sunlight that he didn't seem to care much for now shone a soft haze over half of his face, making him glow and glitter naturally.

"those are some reckless words to say to a vampire," he said lowly, tilting his head to the side lightly as he arched a brow, "don't you think?"

your heart pounced.

the matter of blood, or just his general nature as a vampire, like his need to feed off of human beings, has only come up once.

he mentioned it to you when he was applying to be your roommate, having a foul plan to erase your memories in case the truth was not well-received by you. he told you that he has been a vampire for a while so he knew how to control his urges, therefore you would not be in any harm, and the matter was never spoken of again.

he held up his words. he has never discussed blood with you, he has never shown any blood-thirsty behavior at all. he acted like any other roommates you have had; being too loud at night, eating cereal in the living room and eyeing your bed-head with a judgemental gaze, knocking at your door and asking if you wanted to pick a takeout place.

if he used his powers less, you would have forgotten about his vampiric side.

why was your heart thumping then? was he too pretty for your own good? or was he standing too close for familiar comfort? or perhaps both?

you scoffed, making your thoughts vanish. "you won't bite me."

hyunjin softened in a way you couldn't catch. deep within the tender wash of his eyes was a sea of wildfires he hid behind closed doors.

you were right, he won't bite you, but he wants to, especially because the smell of your blood happened to be more enticing than others because he likes you.

the art of blood sharing (in a sense) is done between lovers; consider it like leaving a love mark, of a sort. it is an act of claiming and reassurance, and hyunjin has been wanting to sink his fangs into your flesh for a while so he could leave a bite mark.

but he could never do that. that was a desire trapped in his throat, urging to be let out and to be voiced, and hyunjin would not allow it. there were too many risks of unleashing the deep-seated yearning in his chest. it lingered in his head in withdrawal, cautiously threading through his mind to keep his urges contained.

he puts his want elsewhere. his want to taste your blood, to kiss your neck, has to grow somewhere, so he has to put it somewhere, and he puts in it his daydream which that manifests gently when he is with you, and ferociously when you were away.

"i won't," he muttered under his breath, to which you relaxed at. but then he grinned, and he opened his mouth to speak first, "doesn't mean i can't, though."

you widened your eyes when black veins draped beneath his eyes and his sharp fangs appeared. it was a terrifying sight, but you were only shocked to see it than scared. rationally, you reached your hands up and slapped your palms against his cheeks, startling him.

"hmmm... " you grumbled, sounding thoughtful as you surveyed his shocked expression.

the veins under his eyes retreated and the colors returned to his face. the innocence flooded back into him, bright and boyish, and he dared not move an inch under the pressure of your gaze—beneath your touch hyunjin is but a gentle boy hapless in love.

"ah...aah...wha–" he closed his eyes slightly and opened them with furrowed brows, confused and helpless with his head slightly tilted up. his words were muffled but jot too hard to understand. "[name]–why–uhh–"

you pushed at his upper lip with your thumb and looked at his fangs, wondering why they did not retreat with the dark haze of his eyes. then, ignoring hyunjin's muffled questions, you carefully poked at the tip of his teeth—razor-sharp, but very real.

he was whining again. his hands reached out to the hem of your shirt and desperately, as well as timidly, tugged at it. meanwhile, he put on a defeated face. as much as he would with your thumbs poking his fangs, that was.

"ahh, please stop–[name], stop touching my fangs–why," he feigned a sob, shaking his head as a blush reached his cheeks, "they're just teeth."

"teeth that puncture," you commented when you let go. the way your thumbs briefly smoothed over his top lip was not lost on him.

seeing his pout, you pursed your lips with faint guilt. rubbing the back of your neck, you shrugged. "sorry about that, i just got curious."

"it's okay," he waved you off quickly, "i was curious too when i first got them."

hyunjin looked at you when you giggled under your breath; soft, hearty giggles that tried to conceal themselves without the anticipation for his vampiric hearing. gentle, funny giggles that never once questioned his problematic past. lovely, adoring giggles that are here before and after he revealed who he is to you.

he came to your apartment begging for a home where he could be himself, and you allowed him safety with you.

"alright," you said with a curt smile, "i'm going to go change, need to get grocery."

"i–i'll come with!"

you seemed shocked for a moment, accessing him like a trick question. then you relaxed and nodded with nonchalance. "yeah, whatever."

he melted despite the lackluster reaction. it was the excitement that counted. smiling to himself, he twirled and twisted his body shyly as the sun shone from outside.

yeah. hyunjin truly is but a simple boy in love with you.

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[cassanovancats]

felicitate. nine.

eight < current > ten

Dec. 24, 2017

You make yourself comfortable on the rooftop, debating if you should go ahead and text your brother. He would be almost as disappointed as you were; Satoru had taken to calling himself the captain of your ship with Yuta and Toge, even coming up with a nickname that incorporated shortened versions of all three names. You sigh, deciding it’s probably best to not text him. He’s likely already worried about leaving you in charge, no need to add a worry about something that isn’t deadly.

A sudden yell disrupts your thoughts and you jump into position, nocking an arrow and aiming towards the scream. You hitch your breath at the sight: Geto is striding into your school alone, leaving a trail of headless assistants behind him. One of the bodies is familiar and you recognize her as the assistant that gave you chocolate with a bright smile after a mission with unfortunate timing left you covered in curse blood and your own. She didn't flinch or offer pity - just a single chocolate kiss. Now she is covered in gore and blood, her previously pristine white shirt coated with her own brain matter.

You feel your resolve hardens. Geto is a curse-user, a human at his core, but he also is a monster. The arrow flies an accurate course but the man dodges, leaving it to embed itself into the wall instead of his torso. He turns to your rooftop, calling out, “Ah, (y/n)! And here I thought your brother would lock you in a tower.” Geto unleashes a grade-one curse that looks similar to a wolf and sends it after you. He is infuriatingly unbothered by your presence and continues his steady gait into the school grounds.

You start running across the rooftops, jumping over gaps and dodging the curse’s attempts to bite you. The rooftop tiles bite into your hands and knees. It faintly registers that a nail broke when you almost missed a jump, narrowly avoiding falling to the ground.

Satoru didn’t say how long to keep this secret, but you assume now is a good time to give Maki and Yuta a heads-up. You spot Maki stepping away from a classroom, so you run there, drawing the curse after you. On the roof next to where she stands, you plant your feet and turn, suddenly drawing your katana and slicing at the wolf. It draws back, avoiding your attack before lunging suddenly. Its claws sink into your leg. You cry out in pain, falling to your knees. When the curse lunges again, this time aiming for your throat, you fall on your back and thrust your blade into its stomach. You force the blade down its body with a grunt, disemboweling the creature. The teeth around your throat loosen, but the dead weight of the curse dropping on you prevents you from getting up immediately. Guts slide out and onto you and you suppress a gag. You feel a lot like Carrie on prom night.

When you finally stagger to your feet, you see Maki has engaged Geto in a fight that she’s obviously losing. You cry her name and rush to her side. She doesn’t get a chance to acknowledge you as Geto, in one fluid moment, breaks her weapon and sends her flying. She falls to the ground as a ragdoll, bleeding heavily from her side and head. You watch her body land, horrified, before you’re snapped back into the fight rudely.

Geto is now the closest to you he’s been since you were a child, frightened and unable to communicate with the people around you. He feels some long-forgotten sense of pity as he slides the blade of his knife further into your stomach. “W-wh-?” You look at the handle sticking out of your body curiously, blood starting to leak from the corner of your mouth. The pain hasn’t begun to register but your body understands that you are unable to fight. You faint, missing the entrance of Panda and Toge by a few precious seconds.

When Yuta comes out from the classroom, he isn’t sure what he’s expecting to find. He felt a few earthquakes and thought it best to find you and Maki to wait out any aftershocks together. Yuta was sure it was to be a little awkward after his rejection, but also wanted to be sure you were okay. He didn’t expect to find you covered in blood, the same cute gym clothing you were wearing that morning when he rejected you ruined. A quick glance around and he sees the rest of his classmates, his friends, in similar form. Inumaki is clinging to consciousness.

Geto, the one who grabbed Yuta months earlier, stands surrounded by the bodies, hardly winded. “I truly wanted you to live, Okkotsu, but this is for the future of jujutsu.” Yuta wonders how he can fight this man. How can he protect his friends, the only ones to give him a chance since Rika, when Geto already destroyed the strongest people he knew. He was so, so weak compared to each of them.

Inumaki desperately calls a slurred version of his name and says, “Run away.” The fact that the command does nothing, that Yuta feels nothing, breaks him from his spiral. He summons Rika in a rage.

“I am going to kill you!” He declares. Yuta doesn’t think he has ever felt such anger and despair, the feeling of watching Rika die now multiplied by four.

Geto simply says, “You are going to die.”

-

A sudden pull on your stomach wakes you harshly. “Shit!” Your eyes snap open, to see a sheepish Panda holding the knife that was previously in your stomach. You automatically go to apply pressure on the wound but your hands find Maki’s already there, dressing the wound. “What happened?”

“The fight’s over, but we need to find Yuta,” Maki explains. “He must have healed all of us, but you still had the blade in you. It needed to be removed before you get up. All of us are going to be fine, (y/n), you can rest now.” She helps you to your feet and you cringe looking at your ruined outfit. Maki catches your pout and smiles, glad some things never change.

Toge comes to your side to take Maki’s place as your crutch. You hug him tightly, unable to express in words how relieved you are. He hugs back, equally overwhelmed after seeing what seemed like your corpse. Toge helps you limp along as you all start tracking Yuta’s residuals. Panda clears his throat and asks, “When did this happen?”

“Only a few days ago. Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming,” you explain with an eye-roll.

“No, I totally did. Just curious who won the bet.”

“If we didn’t just fight for our lives, I would kill you.” You four continue to try to have a light conversation until you come upon Yuta’s unconscious body. Toge helps you sit on the ground and you move his head onto your lap, muttering about checking for a concussion. All of you needed medical attention but you were desperate to help any way you could now.

Yuta begins to blink his eyes open and sits up urgently. “Your wounds… Panda! Your arm!” He seems to be working himself into a frenzy. You place a comforting hand on his shoulder as Panda explains that everyone will be okay. Yuta urgently looks over you, trying to determine how much blood was yours, before he seems satisfied.

“Thank you for saving us,” You whisper. His eyes fill with tears and you wonder how scared he must have been. You maintain eye contact, hoping to communicate how much you admire him, before Rika’s jumbled voice makes the both of you jump. Yuta stands, leaving the circle your class formed around him.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Rika,” he says, approaching her.

“What’s wrong?” Maki asks, a little fearful at how resigned Yuta looks.

Yuta hums a little before answering, “In exchange for her power, I promised to go with her.”

“What?” You screech and the suddenness of the yell pains your wound. Your classmates join a chorus of disagreement. Panda and Inumaki both grab fistfuls of his shirt to prevent him from walking any closer to Rika. Instead of her usual retaliation for someone restraining Yuta, her form just falls away to reveal a young girl. Four of you are confused but Yuta just mumbles, “Rika?”

A clapping distracts from the drama. You turn as best you can with a hole in your stomach to see your brother without any eye wear approaching your group. “Congrats. You broke the curse,” he continues to clap and stands next to you.

“Who’re you?” Yuta and Maki ask, causing you to snort before you groan at the pain.

Your brother pouts before replying, “Everyone’s favorite good-looking Gojo-sensei. Do you not see the sibling resemblance?” He gestures between your face and his, before carefully putting you on his back. He doesn’t even flinch at the grime covering you transferring onto him as well, relieved to see you awake and alert. You rest your chin on his shoulder and listen to him explain.

“I thought Yuta was interesting, so I looked into his lineage. Apparently, you’re a descendant of Michizane Sugawara. So, super-distant, but we’re relatives!” You groan and hide your face in Satoru’s neck; the teasing to come will be unbearable.

Your classmates look dumbfounded at the information while Yuta just goes, “Who?”

“One of Japan’s big three vengeful spirits.”

“A big-shot sorcerer.”

“Tuna.”

“The annoying side of the family,” you add.

Your brother takes back control of the conversation. “Yuta, you’re right. Rika isn’t cursing you, you cursed her. When the curser severs the bond tying servant to master and the cursed doesn’t desire punishment, the curse is broken. Though it seems you figured that out by yourself.” He gestures at the little girl and Yuta.

“Oh my god,” Yuta collapses in tears. “It’s all my fault…. Hurting so many people, Geto coming after me, it’s all my - all my -” He begins to hyperventilate. Inumaki takes a step to comfort him, but before he can, Rika approaches and hugs his trembling form.

“Thank you, Yuta. For giving me time and letting me be by your side. I’ve been happier these past six years than I ever was alive. Good-bye, be well. And don’t come over too soon, ‘kay?” She gives a bright smile, toothy and pure as she dissolves into bright ashes. Yuta stares at where she stood, long after all the ashes disappeared and everyone else walked away.

“See you,” He says to himself, before getting up to follow his friends to Doctor Ieiri.

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