#yea i’m touch starved as hell

[waterfallofspace]

30 + 46 for v/ashw/ood (with v/ash sneezing) if you feel like it? I love what you’ve been writing for these!

Thank you for the ask, non!! and I'm so glad you've been enjoying them~~ Here is some V/ashwood, and I decided to make them actually an item for this one just for the heck of it, so hopefully that's acceptable hehe~ (Not confirmed dating, but they do kiss, so you can think of it as 'actual boyfriends' or just 'they kiss but haven't talked about it', whatever you would like!) 1.8k, prompts 30 and 46, story under cut! 30. “What’s got you all worked up?” 46. Touching their nose leading to a sneeze (References to swearing and tiny mention of drinking, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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“ketNG’uhh-!” 

“ehTDGnn’huh-!”

"hh’nGkT-!”

By the third, Wolfwood’s book is forgotten on the table, attention solely on the spiky haired man lounging on the couch next to him. In response to his intense gaze, Vash blushes, then raises a fist to crush his nose as another breaks through his defenses.

“haH’EnxgD’uhh-!”

“Are ya almost finished, blondie? My reading is slightly disturbed by the constant noise.” 

A sheepish grin is the response, Vash pawing at his nose once more in what Wolfwood can only assume is an attempt to starve off further interruptions. ‘I don’t think he’s sick, he’d be practically quarantining himself to avoid getting us all sick like usual by now.’ 

“Yeah- yeah, sorry. I’m all done.”

“If you say so.”

Just as the book enters Wolfwood’s hands he hears Vash’s breath catch. His eyebrows climb seemingly on their own as he meets Vash’s gaze over the book.

“You sure you’re done?” 

“heHh-! Yea- aHHhh-! Okay fine, I lied, s- sorry I have to- heh’NGTzz’uh-! knDT’huh-!” 

“Don’t need to ‘pologize, it’s just sneezing.” 

“ndJZT-! Thanks, sor- I mean, uh, thanks..? Or maybe I should sa-”

“Spikey, you’re making my head spin. Just take a breath, you ain’t in trouble.” 

Wolfwood retorts, not missing the wince Vash lets out as he attempts to inhale through his nose. ‘Obviously congested. Given the way he’s holding those in, I’m surprised his head ain’t exploded yet.’ 

“hH’dNch’taa-!”

“Alright, what’s got you all worked up?”

“Wha- nothing, I’m alright, nothing’s up. haH’INgtchaa-! heHh-! Ihh… hehH-! hNGT-!guhhh…” 

The heady sigh that follows sends shivers up Wolfwood’s spine. ‘Christ, if that made me uncomfortable, the hell is it doing to him? Guess I smacked him a little too hard last time he let one out, slapped the common sense right out of his head. The whole point was that we were hiding, not that he was sneezing.’ And yet, instead of voicing his concern, Wolfwood takes a role he finds easier, letting a witty retort slide out. 

“Well that’s obviously not nothing. I wasn’t born yesterday needle noggin, despite you apparently thinkin’ I was.”

Pausing for a second, Wolfwood lets the concern bubbling up in his chest spill over into his tone, placing a hand on Vash’s leg, eyes softening.

“Just tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s happening.” 

“Okay, alright… I might be just a touch sensitive…” 

“Common knowledge.”

Vash lets out a grin, raising a hand to his chest mockingly, before his rambling continues, leg starting to shake, bringing the couch along with him. Trying to maintain focus, Wolfwood can feel his attention being drawn to the vibrations. Something within him stirs, memories starting to flood into his mind. The car shaking around him, watching Vash sleep, the way his tongue dips out against his lips whenever they hit a bump… ‘Damn it, focus!’ 

“Ouch, Nicholas. What I meant was- well okay maybe it’s easier to explain- well see- hold on… eh’KnDG’taa-! Scuse me, sorry, so what happened was, well-” 

“Just spit it out already, blondie. Beginning to feel like a rock during an earthquake over here.” 

A blush starts to pierce its way through Vash’s soft features, a warm tint mirroring the action on Wolfwood’s own cheeks. ‘Why does he look so damn adorable when he’s blushing? It’s wholly unfair. How’s a man supposed to stand firm when the accused looks so-’ 

“Meryl bought some kind of new spray”

The voice slices through his thoughts, sending Wolfwood careening back into the conversation. 

“What?”

“She bought this new spray, I think it might be a perfume, but it might also be something for the car… all I know is she was using it earlier and I’m-” 

A silence settles, Wolfwood finding himself watching Vash’s face contort as another sneeze works its way through his system. ‘It starts with his nose scrunching, then his eyes flutter, but they don’t shut. He’s fighting it, his hand comes up to rub it away, but the action only leads to his chest shaking… likely he just made the tickle worse. Then, sensing defeat, he’ll pinch his nose shut and-’ 

“INgT-!”

‘But his nose isn’t so easily satisfied. He barely gets another breath in before-’

“heH’KNDT-!uhh…” 

‘And since he’s still not let it out, there’s gonna be a thir-’ 

‘H’AInG’taa-!” 

‘So far there’s always been at least three.’ 

“Slightly allergic.” 

“‘Slightly allergic’, huh? Just when did you come in contact with this spray?”

“M- maybe an hour ago..?” 

“And you’re still sneezing this much? That’s hardly ‘slight’, Vash.” 

At the sound of his name, Wolfwood watches Vash’s face darken three shades, a bright smile bursting onto his cheeks. It’s quickly quelled by the incessant tickle returning once more, eyes going blank as his mouth tips open.

“hh’GnDT-! aINGT’uhh-! haH’DTN’shh-!”

“Bless you.”

“Thanks, sorry. It really isn’t that bad, I promise, it’s just that… well… I came in here immediately after, and you were here already, so…”

“So?” “It’s a bit embarrassing…” 

Wolfwood laughs, gesturing to Vash with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“Trust me, I’ve dealt with embarrassing. Have you seen you after a few too many drinks? You were hitting on a rock for almost 20 minutes.”

The comments trigger a deeper blush, Vash lightly swatting at his arm, but they seem to serve their purpose. His eyes have lost the hint of anxiety they were holding before, replacing it with an air of warmth that’s so distinctly Vash. 

“I just need to… sneeze it out. It usually stops after that.”

“That’s all? In that case, I doubt holdin’ em in like you’ve been doin’ is helping remedy the situation.” 

“N- not exactly… but it’s a habit!”

“Where was this ‘habit’ when we were hiding?”

Vash’s response is to rub his nose again, a timid whine escaping as he lets out a “That happened one time…” in reply. Wolfwood smirks, raising himself from the chair and strutting over to the couch, perching beside him, prompting Vash to sit up.

“What are yo-”

Wolfwood silences him by resting a finger between his eyes, laughter vibrating his chest as Vash attempts to cross his eyes to get a better look. Slowly Wolfwood lets his finger trace the bridge of Vash’s nose, the appendage trembling at the attention. He pauses right before the tip, making sure Vash meets his gaze.

“Don’t you dare hold these in, blondie. This is a one time deal, I won’t be offering this service again.”

A nod is all he gets in reply, Vash’s tongue sticking out between his teeth as he gasps, the hitchy quality of each inhale suggesting nodding is all he’s able to manage. Wolfwood responds by tapping the tip, letting his finger brush against his flaring nostrils as he pull away. The result is instant.

“heIShh’aa-! heh’aiyshh’oo-!” 

Vash manages to get his arm up in time to cover the third, “eH’GNshH’iuhh-!” gesturing frantically at Wolfwood for something better to cover with.

“Nic- hddjzshhh’oo-! hh’AIYDZshh’oo-! Nicholas- hAiYshh’aa-! T-tihhSHH’oo-!” 

“Managing to ask for a tissue with a sneeze, pretty impressive, blondie.”

The watery glare he’s met with is entirely for show, the giggle between shaky exhales giving away the truth. ‘He never was able to hide what he really felt. I used to think it was a curse, but the more time I spend with him, the more I’m beginning to think it’s a gift. One I don’t share.’ 

“eHH’GZshh’oo-! Nico, pleaahhh-! Please! hh’DjZshh’aa-!”

“Huh? Oh, right, sorry. I just have a couple napkins I swiped from the car, but they’re clean, if you wan-”

He’s cut off as Vash grabs them, face never leaving his arm. Wolfwood finds himself rubbing loose circles on Vash’s back, chuckling lightly at the groan that escapes after the deep blow. Brushing away the hairs that fell loose during the fit, Wolfwood offers a murmured blessing.

“Bless you.” 

“Th- thank you… and uh… sorry about- eH’dzShh’aa-! Well, that… I know it’s gros-” 

Wolfwood cuts him off with an eye roll, grabbing Vash’s arm and dragging him into a deep kiss. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last, but without fail Vash collapses into the embrace every time it occurs. And, without fail, Wolfwood has to break it so they can both breathe, Vash seemingly content to faint in order to keep their lips touching.

“You’re not gross, blondie. Not to me.”

“Tha-”

“Plus, your sneezes are frankly adorable. Nothing compared to mine.”

A melodic laugh dances out of Vash’s chest, Wolfwood finding himself enchanted by the sound. The warmth in his chest spreads to his ears as Vash giggles out-

“I remember the first time you had a cold, nearly killed us all!”

“Hey, it ain’t my fault Meryl’s so jumpy. Woman nearly crashed us into a fucking rock because I had to clear my sinuses.”

Vash laughs harder, tears starting to sprout in the corners of his eyes as he leans into Wolfwood for support. ‘I could listen to this sound forever… if this was the only thing I got to hear for the rest of my life, I would be content.’ 

“heH’aizshh’oo-!”

“Bless you. Not quite done, then?”

“Just a couple leftover tickles, I promise.” 

His nose still has a pink flush, but Wolfwood notices the twitching has stopped, so he decides to take Vash at his word for now. ‘Though if this interaction has been anything to go on, I’d better get that spray away from Meryl before she sparks another reaction. I doubt he has the self preservation to say anything himself.’

“I’ll have a talk with Meryl about not using that spra-”

“No! Nicholas you can’t! She was so excited, and she’ll feel so bad if she finds out, I can’t do that to her over a few sneezes, really, I’ll be fine!”

“Alright, alright. Jeez blondie, don’t blow a fuse. I’ll keep your secret. For now, you should go change. You probably still have some of that spray lingering on your clothes.”

“heH’iDZshh’aa-! I hadn’t even thought of that.”

A smirk works its way over Vash’s face, eyes lit with mischief that, frankly, still sets Wolfwood’s chest on fire, no matter how many times he sees it. As Vash practically purrs out his question, Wolfwood finds himself resisting the urge to pin him to the couch to kiss him again.

“Can I borrow another one of your shirts?”

In lieu of a response, Wolfwood stands, heading towards his room, Vash in toe. As they pass Meryl’s, Wolfwood lets a plan form. ‘If Meryl just happens to misplace the spray, Vash gets to keep being the good guy, Meryl doesn’t have to feel bad, and I don’t have to watch him attempt to subdue another attack. Everybody wins.’ 

Glancing back at Vash’s slightly pink nose as he attempts to rub it against his shoulder while walking, unsuccessfully, Wolfwood lets a smirk flash across his features once more, dropping a step, hand grabbing Vash’s with a light squeeze. 

‘If this is what my life’s been leading to, well… I guess it was worth it after all.’ 

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you so much for the request!! #its a BIT different tone for them then i usually do #so im hoping that its still enjoyable!!! #snz #snzkink #t/rigun s/tampede #v/ash #w/olfwood #v/ashwood

[bobayeetroot]

Do you have any fic recs I'm dying I'm STARVING

fear not for i’ve come to feed you! i’ll rec come here, and i’ll also leave u a link to my past recs! (the hashtag #sns fic rec shld take you to the rest of my recs)

- secret love by dhamphir (dhamphire)

multi-chapter

i liked this fic a lot: it’s abt sas as a reticent historian and nart as an a-list celeb. i thought it was pretty good but please keep in mind that this fic is 930K LONG so it’s go big or go home. definitely worth finishing - it’s rly engaging and sweet.

- heights by kazenezumi123

one-shot

(TW!!! implied suicide attempt but no real suicide and depression)

oh it was so good. sasuke is thinking abt ending his life but naruto saves him the day he wants to. they not only fall in love on that roof, but also naruto falls out of a treehouse for sasuke.

- unlikely friends by shrimpette

multi-chapter

was pretty good. nart thought he was a straight and sas puked a lot. also had an interesting but now that i think of it, really realistic take on sasuke’s obsession towards itachi and how he didn’t really have anyone to coax him out of it. that part surprised me at first but truly, it touches on the jarring reality that some children do go through after traumatic events.

- soup’s on by offansandflames

multi-chapter

nart is homeless at first and meets sas as he volunteers @ a soup kitchen in order to avoid gg 2 juvie for breaking sai’s nose. they fall in love n a lot of stuff happen. underaged (16) at first but last 4 (?) chapters aren’t rly - nart is 18, sas is turning 18.

- o romeo, romeo! wherefore art thou an idiot? by skyheaven

multi-chapter

dude so good. romeo and julian. i was literally fangirling. i know i say i hate being a core literature student, but deep down i really don’t. naruto and sasuke are basically childhood enemies - not even rivals - and they fall in love over the course of a play that they both accidentally got the lead parts for.

- allegro by melodicwriter

multi-chapter

very pretty story. ballerina sasuke and naruto is the sweetest boyfriend. basically (i’m not a dancer, have never been. just my personal feelings), gives you a good insight into ballet i think. i went to go watch benno’s solo on youtube because the description sounded so lovely.

- tender weakness by kirahuaisang and loveroffanfiction

multi-chapter

dancer naruto and rich BUT kind sasuke at inoichi’s resort. they fall in love and fugaku finds out and ruins that shit. not a pleasant ending but worth reading. the emotional turmoil is worth it. fucking hell.

hope your hunger has been satiated. i tried to rec ones that i’ve never rec’d before so yea. i also used links for the first time?!?!? def do go back and take a look at my past recs tho, they contain personal faves. another great rec acc that i love is @snsfic so do check them out as well. happy reading!!!!

#sns #naruto #sns fic rec #ask bobayeetroot

[okiekp13]

Ecstasy 2

Jungkook was buzzing as he walked out of the portal back into the house he shared with his six kin. Namjoon walking by with a book was the first to notice his dazed condition, curiosity got the best of him. What could have been the summons?

“Jk? What happened?” his deep voice bringing the younger out of his thoughts.

“I signed a contract and I think I fucked up royaly.” 

“Explain?”

Jungkook walked with Namjoon to their sitting room. Their home wasn’t in “Hell” more like a parallel dimension running along earth’s. There dimension was kind of a mirror of earth’s more like the colors are inverted but the rest is normal looking things like grass, trees, houses, streets, even their house had the normal amenities. Jungkook plops down on to the couch as Namjoon takes an adjacent chair. 

“I was summoned by a young witch. We agreed on a contract where I help her channel her magic and I get euphoria from her.”

“Ok so where is the problem?”

“I sealed the deal with a kiss as you do and about got knocked on my ass. It didn’t stay just a peck or rather we got carried away and the first taste of her euphoria felt like 50 women just from a kiss! I’m gunna go insane if I go any further.” Jungkook let his head fall back against the couch in defeat.

“So what I hear is that her magic is horrible but her sensuality is immense?”

“YES!”

“Have you even tested if what you have done for her works yet? Alot of the time what you put in is also what you get out perhaps you are giving a lot thus she returns in kind. You should check in with your witch to see how the deal is balanced between you both. Is she atleast worth the summons?” 

“Yes…that makes it even harder to pace myself because of the chemistry. What if I over do it and go insane. I’m used to women going insane not incubui. It’s an indefinite deal too.”

“Oh…yea you messed up.”

It did not take long for the others to come along and inquire about it as well and Namjoon took a sick joy in telling them all about it. The jabs and teasing battered his ego a bit but Jungkook was used to it being the youngest out of the seven. When the jabs triggered his temper he left his hyena laughing brothers to storm to his room. Once in his solace he stripped off his attire only to slip into the hottest shower he could tolerate. Attempting to use the water to clear his mind but it didn’t last long; replaying the events in his head Jungkook got lost in the thought of how you smelled…like a faint fragrance of vanilla, how soft your skin was under his finger tips, how your shorts and t-shirt were the biggest tease to his senses he’s had in ages, the kiss…his stomach knotted just thinking about it. The first taste of euphoria as the kiss deepened blew his mind, ribbons of if it engulfing his mind turning his body into a primal machine starved to dive in to you, he had never had something so strong yet smooth in his life. If he wasn’t careful he would get addicted and would not be able to recover. His mind wandered; what would your skin feel like against his? What would your moans sound like as he coaxed them out of you? How would your body torture his own? What kind of lover were you? Groaning at his own body betraying him he had little control over the need to feel something. 

Water pouring down over his head and shoulders, rivelets cascading down his honey colored skin over toned muscles down to the angry length of his begging to be stroked. Biting his bottom lip to keep his moan contained as best he could; Jungkook took hold of length hissing at the touch, sensitivity a bit much still buzzing from your sensuality. Eyes clenched shut he pictured you splayed out for him on his bed, your body bare to his hunger, your curves and beautiful skin nearly enough to invoke envy from Aphrodite. To see you squirm on his sheets waiting for him, begging for him had Jungkook groaning as he stroked his length chasing a high he could only hope compared to your euphoria. To hear you call his name, to watch your body move as he would sink into you slowly before primal needs took over and he would pound into you until you were screaming his name for the gods to hear. He could only imagine how your body would feel, how your walls would strangle and milk him for all he was worth… the thought of filling you with his seed only fueled his needs. Stroking his length just the way he needed, sometimes fast, sometimes focused just on his head or tighter at the base, all pulled growls and moans from him. Feeling the release building, Jungkook could barely hold on as it erupted hitting the wall.

"Fuck!"

Breathing heavily using the wall to hold his body up; the high tingling over his skin and down his spine. Sighing and staring at his mess; embarrassment tinged his cheeks. Using the shower head to clean off the wall before finishing and stepping out to wrap a towel around his hips. Steam filled his bathroom; wiping a hand over the mirror to remove the fog he could only stare at his reflection. What was he going to do? Your touch was like a brand on him; he was still affected even now. Shaking his head he finished his routine only to fall on his bed face first. He was screwed. Already he was thinking of how he was going to approach you during this contract, would he be able to control himself? Half demon or not the need incubi have for sensuality is insatiable, never in a million years did he think he would be overwhelmed by one woman. Sure he had done some shady acts with eros mostly orgy parties with nymphs but that was still not even close to this feeling. Frustrated with himself he growled and forced himself to sleep, the events of everything left a wave of exhaustion on him. For now, it can be tomorrow Jungkook's problem. 

#incubsjk #witch #ecstasy

[shugojima]

𝗠𝗲𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗵𝘂̄𝗴𝗼 🍋♀️

⚠️MANGA SPOILERS⚠️

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 much 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 6'5 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇.

𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖬𝖾𝗂𝖺𝗇.

𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌.

𝖫𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁e𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼�� 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾���𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾.

𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍.

𝖠𝖭𝖸𝖶𝖠𝖠𝖠𝖸𝖲

ENJOY♡︎ Omg I'm im love with this lol

𝖣𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒✔︎

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀✔︎

𝖣𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄✔︎

𝖯𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀✔︎

A lil 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀✔︎

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You were waiting for Meian to come home after a long trip with the msby's. They were practicing so hard and you were about to cook him his favourite meal cause he sure as hell would be hungry when he comes home.

Standing at the kitchen counter doing your stuff you started daydreaming about finally getting to lay in his arms again after the long, lonely weeks he were gone. You were so lost in thoughts and you didn't even notize him coming through the door.

Peacefully slicing some ingredients you shrieked as he hugged you from behind, throwing the knife away you turned around to face him.

"I'm sorry, princess. Didn't mean to scare you." he said smiling down at you, hugging you tight.

"Shougo!!!" You screamed when you realized it was your husband. You let go in his arms and fuck did you miss him. His touch, his scent, all of him...

"Missed me much.. hm?"

Nodding against his chest you sniffled a little when he started carressing your hair.

"Don't you dare leave me again!! I've been starving on cuddles and dick!" You snapped at him jokingly.

"On what?" he chuckled pulling away to look into your wet eyes.

"Cuddles and.... this." You repeaded, shamelessly starring at him while your hand found his half hard cock, grabbing it firmly through his pants.

"Fuck, princess... Let me at least take a shower." he said but you didn't give a damn. You needed him so bad. Not in half an hour, not in a minute, RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

Holy shit was your pussy drooling already.

"No time for that." You said as you hopped on the kitchen counter and lifted your skirt up a little.

His eyes widened from how desperate you were for his cock, displaying yourself so nicely in front of him.

"Daddy~.. Look... I think I made a mess." You looked at him with guilty, puppy eyes, sliding two of your fingers in between your soaked lips, knowing excatly how to get him going.

He swallowed hard at the sight of you being so fucking wet already.

Grabbing your wrist he stopped you from what you were doing and brought your slick fingers to his mouth before licking off your sweet juice.

"So that's how we play, yea? Fine."

He unbuckled his belt and got rid of his jacket before leaning in on you. But you quickly hold your hand to his chest stopping him right there.

"Your shirt."

Smirking he slowly took it off as you basically drooled all over the sight before you.

"Damn, Captain. Look at you." you said blushing hard.

The hard training was showing on his little more toned abs and his more dominant v line.

This level of hotness was illegal.

"My baby likes what she sees?"

"Fuck yes I do." You said as you grabbed him by his wrists, pulling him between your wide opened legs.

"So greedy..." he said pressing  his lips on yours, kissing you intensely, his tongue swishing around in your warm mouth when he pulled out his thick, hard cock and pressed it against your wet mess.

You moaned into the kiss sending shivers down his spine when you felt his tip at your entrance, pushing in slowly.

"FUCK! NGHHH..." Throwing your head back you held onto his broad shoulders as he fucked his whole length into your tight little hole.

"So that's what you missed, hm? Daddy's fat cock inside you? Is that right?"

"Ye- god!!- Yes!"

Laughing to himself about you going totally crazy on his cock his pace got faster and thrusts getting much deeper.

Your eyes rolling in the back of your head, he grabbed your throat and pushed you down on the counter.

"You're so fucking hot when you're horny like that, princess." He said, shortly before he pulled up your shirt and slapped your bare breast with his free hand, playing with your hard buds. The sound of your loud moans, mixed with his heavy balls slapping against your ass, filled the kitchen.

The firm grip around your throat getting tighter as he ordered

"Touch yourself, baby. I want you to be a good little girl and cream all over Daddy's cock, you hear me?"

"Y-Yes."

"What was that?" he raised a brow and stopped moving.

"Yes, Daddy!"

"That's a good girl..."

Thrusting hard again, stretching you out to the maximum you started to play with your sensitive clit, his lust filled, dark orbs glued to your fingers.

"D-Daddy I'm- I'm close.." you moaned feeling your high coming closer wanting to devour you whole.

"Let go, baby."

And you did.

Squeezing your eyes shut you felt your really damn overdue high approach and you literally exploded all over his cock.

"GOD.... FUCKING- NGHH HELL! SH-SHOUGO!!"

As soon as he heard his name coming out of your pretty mouth you felt his cock twitching inside you when he pulled out and came all over your body. Hot ropes of his cum spilling everywhere while he moaned and growled deeply, throwing his head back.

"I'm so happy you're home."

"I wouldn't have noticed at all." he chuckled.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut #haikyuu msby #msby smut

[much-obliged-timothy]

Got the urge to write some Devil May Cry tonight, so have a family dinner that goes about as well as you’d expect

*

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Nero said, for probably the millionth time that day.

Kyrie continued to hum and ignore him, checking on dinner to make sure it wasn’t burning. Nero followed her around the kitchen, silently fuming.

“Kyrie, let’s call it off,” Nero said. “Hell, it’s not like I owe the bastard a timely warning. He can find his own dinner.”

“He’s your father, Nero,” Kyrie said, which had him wincing. She gently pushed a stack of plates into his hands, folding hers over them and squeezing. “Set the table, please.”

“Kyrie-”

“It can’t hurt to try,” she said. “I wouldn’t do this if I thought you really didn’t want to. But you agreed, Nero. We can call it off if that’s what you want, but I know you. You’ve found the family you always wondered about.” She gave a small smile. “And you’ve always been too curious for your own good.”

“He cut my arm off,” Nero said, flexing the fingers of his regrown hand. “Not much of a start to the whole parenting thing. Definitely not the dad I used to dream of having. No, you and Cre-” He bit down on his lip, then pressed on, because it wasn’t right to deny Credo’s memory just because it still hurt. “You and Credo are my family.”

“And we still are,” she said, squeezing his hands again. 

Nero looked into her eyes for a long moment, then let out a quiet string of curse words. He let her squeeze his hands once more before pulling them away to go set the table.

She’d suggested they have the twins over for dinner, wanting to get to know Nero’s family. She’d met Dante before, but now that she knew he was Nero’s uncle, she was even more eager to spend time with him.

And Vergil.

Nero set a plate down with too much force, relieved when it didn’t break. This whole dinner was going to be a disaster. He wished he’d never agreed to it.

But he had agreed to it. He didn’t want to think too hard on what that meant.

And Vergil had agreed to come. He definitely didn’t want to think too hard on what that meant.

So rather than think, he busied himself helping Kyrie. She’d been working hard on the meal since this afternoon, wanting everything to be perfect. His mouth dried up every time he tried to tell her how much the effort meant.

She knew what this meant to him. Or, at least, what it could mean, if things would just go right. Nero didn’t want to dash her hopes alongside his own, so he stopped pointing out how awful this was likely to turn out. At least the food would be good. Maybe he’d even make Dante a to-go dish if he helped kick Vergil out when shit hit the fan.

All too soon, there was a knock on the door. Nero went to answer it, leaving Kyrie to put the final touches on dinner.

“Smells good,” Dante said, poking his head in and sniffing as soon as the door was open enough for his head to fit through.

Nero pushed his face back. “You can’t eat it all, you mooch.”

“Who’s going to stop me?” Dante scoffed.

“Kyrie,” Nero said simply.

Dante sighed. “Yea, alright. That’ll do it.”

He stepped into the house, the movement revealing Vergil behind him. Nero couldn’t help but glare a little, though he did step aside to let Vergil in.

He couldn’t untangle his own feelings. He’d longed for a family as a child, and now here they were. But of course the crazy, power-hungry asshole that cut Nero’s arm off also had to be his damn father.

Vergil’s gaze traveled around the room, his expression revealing nothing but his usual judgment. Nero gestured to the couch.

“Have a seat. I’ll get drinks,” he said. He doubted even alcohol would lighten Vergil up, but it was worth a shot.

He fetched three beers, tossing one to Dante, one to Vergil, and popping the last for himself. He wished he’d gotten something stronger.

“Where is Kyrie?” Dante asked, lounging on the couch. Vergil was trying to shove Dante’s feet away from himself, but Dante was persistent in his role as annoying brother. 

“Finishing up dinner. It’ll only be a few minutes,” Nero said. He was too anxious to sit, so he leaned against the wall, lightly drumming his fingers on his beer. 

That few minutes turned out to be Dante carrying on a full conversation almost by himself. Nero jumped in a few times, but Vergil never spoke.

“It’s ready!” Kyrie called, saving them from the whole thing carrying over into awkward territory.

Dante hopped off the couch, making sure to kick Vergil in the leg as he did so. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving,” Nero said. 

“Even more reason to pick up the pace, kid,” Dante said, shooing him in the direction Kyrie’s voice had come from.

Nero led them to the table, where delicious looking food was laid out for them. Kyrie smiled, kind and welcoming as always. Only the way she twisted her hands together gave away that she was feeling any of the anxiety Nero did. 

He couldn’t meet her eyes. If this failed...Shit. He didn’t want it to, but he knew it would hurt him. And Kyrie knew that, too. 

“Take a seat wherever,” Nero said, claiming his usual seat. Kyrie sat next to him, pressing her leg to his. He’d survive, even if this whole dinner went to hell; he could make it through any hell with her support. But that irritating flicker of hope was hard to douse. 

“Looks delicious,” Dante informed Kyrie as he began to pile his plate. “I’m coming here more often.”

“You’re welcome any time, Dante,” Kyrie said.

“Please don’t tell him that,” Nero said. “She didn’t mean it. You’re not welcome any time.”

Kyrie ignored him. “As are you, Vergil. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Kyrie.”

Vergil was eyeing her with the same judgmental expression he’d had when he came into the house. Nero wondered if he’d been born with that expression on his face. 

Finally, Vergil spoke. As soon as the words left his mouth, Nero wished the asshole had just stayed quiet the whole night.

“You don’t look like you can fight,” he said.

“I can’t,” Kyrie said, patient, unbothered. “I don’t want to.”

Vergil scoffed quietly. “Then you don’t belong in Nero’s world.”

“You couldn’t even let me eat before you go getting us kicked out?” Dante said in exasperation.

“If Nero plans to continue fighting, then she doesn’t belong with him,” Vergil said, as if it was the most obvious statement in the world. “She becomes a liability.”

“I’m sorry you think that,” Kyrie said.

“You don’t owe him an apology for his own shitty thoughts,” Nero said, temper lashing to the surface.

But Kyrie rested a hand on his thigh, shaking her head. “No, Nero. I mean it. I am sorry he thinks that. I feel bad for him.” She met Vergil’s eyes, unflinching under his cool gaze. “Who loves you, Vergil? Who grounds you? Who worries for you when you go running into all your fights?”

His eyes narrowed further. He didn’t answer. Nero doubted he could.

Kyrie nodded, like she’d expected the silent hostility. “Nero has that. When the world comes apart under his feet, I’m there to grab his hand and hold him up until he can find steady ground again. When he goes into battle, I pray for his safe return. If he comes home injured, I tend to him. When he can’t love himself, I love him. Maybe he didn’t have parents growing up. But he never went a day unloved since I met him.”

“And when an enemy captures you and he has to risk himself to save you? Will your love and support be enough then?” Vergil mocked.

“It was enough before,” Nero said, resting his hand over hers. “You fight for power. I fight for the people I love. And I’m the one who kicked your ass.”

Dante let out a sharp whistle. “He’s got you there, Verg.”

“It’s foolish human sappiness,” Vergil said, shaking his head. “She puts him at risk. It’s as simple as that. Someone who doesn’t want to learn how to fight is a weak point for a warrior like Nero.”

“It’s a damn shame Kyrie worked so hard on this meal just for me to punch you in the face and throw your ass out of my house before you try any of it,” Nero said, slamming his hands on the table and standing up. “You don’t-”

Kyrie tugged him back into his chair. “What he was going to say, is that you don’t get to come in here and decide anything about our relationship. Establish your own with Nero before you go judging the two of us. Part of me hates you, Vergil. The part of me that found Nero bleeding to death with his arm ripped off? I don’t know if it can ever forgive you for that. But I’m trying, for his sake. Maybe I can’t run around stabbing demons all day. But don’t you come into my home and tell me I’m weak. You should be grateful I have the strength to bite my tongue and try to give you a fresh start.”

They stared each other down for a tense moment. Finally, Vergil reached out and scooped food onto his plate.

“I will not waste my time arguing this. Nero can live with the consequences when they inevitably catch up to him,” he said.

He fell silent again for dinner as Kyrie carried on a conversation with Dante, trying to urge Nero and Vergil into it. Vergil resisted expertly, but Nero allowed himself to be part of it.

When they were done eating, Vergil stacked the dirty dishes and pushed them off to Dante, who found himself being sweetly pressured by Kyrie to help wash them. No doubt hoping to be invited back for another meal, he complied.

But it left Nero and Vergil alone at the table. Nero considered getting up to go help just to escape Vergil, but then decided there was no use in being cowardly now. He’d never been afraid to piss people off before. Might as well not start with his father.

“You ever come in my house and talk badly about her again, you better take a damn good look around on your way out, because you won’t ever step foot in here again,” Nero warned. 

“She’s as stubborn as you, that’s for sure,” he grumbled.

Nero opened his mouth to argue, then shut it. Some part of him thought that it might have even been a compliment.

His anger dissipated just enough for him to think over the argument. Had Vergil been...concerned?

Nero leaned back in his chair. “Some things are worth the risk. I’d give my life for hers.”

Vergil was silent for a long moment before saying, “Then you take after your grandmother.”

Nero opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He just closed it and nodded, too stunned to know how to reply to that.

His grandmother. A woman who died to protect those she loved. Whose death set Vergil on the path for the search for power, because he’d been too helpless to protect his family when they were under attack.

When Kyrie and Dante returned, they seemed to expect tension or an outright fight between father and son. Instead, Nero and Vergil sat in an almost companionable silence, their drinks almost finished.

Nero got up to see the twins to the door, Kyrie following him. He took her hand in his, their fingers sliding together with a familiar ease. He allowed his thumb to trace a pattern over her smooth skin, her hand soft against his rough, calloused one. 

“Thanks for the meal, kid,” Dante said. “Ah, guess I should be thanking Kyrie, actually. I doubt Nero cooked.”

“He helped,” Kyrie said, smiling. “Thank you for coming. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“Hey, I never say no to free food,” Dante assured. 

“Next time, I’ll buy something stronger than beer,” Nero said.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Vergil said, turning his back on them and leaving out the door.

Dante clapped Nero on the shoulder. “Think you’re winning your old man over. And if you’re not, Kyrie sure is. Catch you later.”

Nero shut the door once he was out. “He’ll...come again. That was his way of saying he would.”

“Is that a good thing?” Kyrie asked, voice soft.

“I think it could be.” Vergil had suffered the loss of his mother. Maybe he was an asshole about it, but Nero thought that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want to see his son suffer a similar fate. “He’s a dick. But there might actually be something like a heart in that chest.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know if a man like that remembers what it means to love someone. But I think he remembers what it’s like to care.”

Nero held her close. She looked up at him, her smile easing the anxiety he’d felt all night.

“Maybe he just needs a reminder,” she said.

He kissed her head. “I’ll help cook next time. I think I’m actually gettin’ the hang of it now.”

They stood there together, holding each other in the aftermath of a night that had turned out better than Nero could’ve hoped for. He’d try with Vergil. Vergil might suck at it, but he was trying in his own way. Nero could try to.

And even if he failed, he’d always have Kyrie.

#devil may cry #Nero Sparda #Vergil Sparda #Dante Sparda #dmc kyrie #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc dante #DMC #devil may cry fanfiction #My writing

[draconic-ichor]

In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 23: Desperate Passions

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, oral sex, penetrative sex, nipple play, nipple piercings, scars/stitches, fingering

Summary: Juniper is fully healed and ready to get back to one of their favorite hobbies!

Feedback appreciated. 18+. This is a smut heavy chapter

“What are we having tonight, love?” Heisenberg asked, sitting back in the wooden chair. He had returned from working to find her over the stove, a simmering pot filling the apartment with a delicate fragrance.

“Pilaf.” She answered sweetly.

“Ah…alright.” Heisenberg nodded, her answer not making anything more clear to him.

He cut open a cigar, lighting it and bringing it to his lips as he watched her.

She pulled two deep plates out of the cabinet, looking towards him, “Get anything exciting made today?”

He made a prideful rumble, speaking through the cigar, “Mhm. The Soldat Zwei is almost finished. Give the bastard one, maybe two, good days of work and he should be up.”

“They are the ones with two drills right?”

“Correct. Moved the reactor core to the back as well.”

“When are you starting the….the Pan..pan?” She couldn’t find the words, placing a glass of water and silverware on the table.

“The Panzer?”

“Yea that one! They looked big.”

“Oh, sweetheart, it will be.” He gave a devilish smile, “Gotta wait till I get a bastard built like a shit brick house for that one.”

“Like Sturm?” She scooped food into the deep plates.

“Unfortunately…yes.” He frowned, that creature still brought him nothing but grief.

Juniper placed a plate before him, before taking a seat with her own.

Fuck me…what is this?

Heisenberg gulped looking at the meal. It was a pile of rice with chicken, carrots, mushrooms and herbs mixed in. It smelled normal and appetizing but left much to be desired to the eyes.

Juniper took a bite, looking at him through narrow eyes.

“Love, did you make bread as well?” He asked hopefully.

“No, there’s rice in here.” She pointed her fork at him, “And vegetables. Eat it.”

He made a little grumble, tucking into his food. It tasted good, the rice made with the broth from the chicken and the herbs giving it a homely taste.

…Thank god.

Heisenberg thought, mercifully, as he started eating with more gusto. Juniper loved to cook, and loved seeing him eat what she made even more. But her passion for the craft was almost matched with her desire to strive to make each meal healthy. Even if it meant throwing in things that tasted like death to pack more nutrients into every meal.

Heisenberg didn’t know if it was her trying to curb his lack of anything healthy or some Devine  force punishing him for his terrible daily diet for decades. In any case, it was a small price to pay for her happiness.

He finished his plate, even going back for a second. On the way back to his seat he paused, giving Juniper a soft pat on top of her head with his free hand. She beamed up at him.

They spoke more of his upcoming Soldat plans over dinner. Heisenberg explained how the Panzers should be immune to most types of damage, save for heavier explosions. They would be risky to produce and time consuming but a good last line of defense.

“Will all the armor put stress on the core?” Juniper asked.

He nodded, “I’ll have to use the bigger exhaust port like on Sturm but take in the energy production per energy draw to the multiple drills.”

“So they don’t overheat?”

“Precisely. I don’t want them spitting fire like the big boy.” Heisenberg pointed out.

After Juniper cleaned up the mess from dinner, Heisenberg ushered her into the bathroom. She followed him, used to this routine, she pulled her dress off and sat on the sink. Heisenberg leaned  on his palms against the counter on either side of her, dipping in to give her a kiss. She deepened the contact, hands finding the sleeves of his button up shirt.

He gave a happy little rumble, pulling away enough to inspect her incision. She sat still, waiting as he looked her over with a critical eye. The infection was completely gone, the tissue a healthy healing pink.

“I can probably remove the stitches, if you’d like.” He concluded.

“Please.” She almost begged, “They itch.”

He stood, chuckling, “Itching is good, means it’s healing.”

He retrieved a sharp pair of scissors, pouring a bit of peroxide over the blades before kneeling before her once more. With careful cuts he snipped through the stitches, pulling them free with deft fingers.

He tossed them away one by one into the trash can. Juniper watched him with big eyes.

“Will it scar?” Juniper asked quietly.

“Afraid so, Darling.” Heisenberg frowned.

Her eyes looked glassy, glancing over the pinkish new tissue.

Heisenberg took her face in his hands, lifting her chin up to meet his gaze. She wilted a bit.

"What's up?" He asked, concern in his gaze.

"Hmm…" She almost didn't answer, looking away, "I don’t want you to think I’m ugly…I have really bad scars…”

“Are you fucking serious.” Heisenberg’s lips were a fine line, “Look at me.”

She met his eyes, him correcting her, “No look at all of me. Look at all the shit my body has been through.”

Her eyes wavered, scanning him over. He was covered in scars, his skin was a patchwork of pearlescent lattice, even his face sporting a few.

“I am a scarred, fucked up old man.” He said plainly, “You are so fucking beautiful. A few scars can’t change that.”

Her eyes watered, cheeks growing rosey.

His face split with a grin, “Have I ever hesitated to bend your ass over every flat surface in this factory?”

 “…no.” She mumbled.

“Don’t  you even start to think I don’t find you sexy as all hell, ok love?”

“Mmmm.”

“What?”

“You haven’t bent me over anything in months.” Juniper pouted in his hands.

Heisenberg looked at her a moment before throwing back his head and barking out with laughter.

“You were healing!” He bared his teeth playfully, “But you’re all fixed up now, how about I show you how much you drive me fucking wild?”

Juniper smiled, nuzzling into his cupped hands, “Please, master?”

“Oh Honey.” He almost purred, “Keep that up and you’ll be bedridden again.”

They made their way back to the bedroom, Heisenberg catching her up in a messy kiss. While she was distracted he removed the rest of her clothing, backing her up until her calves touched the bed.

He lightly pushed her back, Juniper making a little ‘oof’ as she hit the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, smiling as Heisenberg fell to his knees before her.

He didn’t dive straight into her heat like she expected, instead pulling her by the ankles closer to the edge.

His eyes were dark and hungry as he dipped his head in to drop rough kisses up the length of her leg. Juniper shivered at the heat of his mouth as he trailed ever closer to the place she wanted him desperately.

His lips lingered on the softness of her inner thigh, sucking a dark blotch there. He pulled free with a wet pop, meeting her gaze. She was already flushed.

“I’m going to have to re-mark my claim on you.” He almost purred the words.

“Make me yours in every way.” She spoke sweetly.

“I plan to.” He promised, kissing upwards.

He dropped a kiss just above her clit, smiling when her breath hitched. She made a little sound of want when he pulled away, thrusting her hips up in an effort to urge him back. Heisenberg growled as his large hands found her legs, pushing her down against the bed.

Juniper whimpered, watching him move higher.

He kissed along her scar, eyes flicking up to meet hers. The new tissue was sensitive under his lips, his beard making her skin prickle.

“Fucking perfect.” He concluded when he covered its length, his hands forcing her thighs more apart, “Every part.”

“…stop.” Juniper’s cheeks reddened further.

“Oh no.” He gave a devilish smile, “No mercy for you my little wifey.”

She gave a little mewl at his tone, her core clenching air.

“I was looking forward to dessert all night.” His face split with a mirthful grin.

“Then come get it!” She bared her teeth a bit playfully

Heisenberg dove into her sex, eating her like a starving man. He was messy and forceful, causing her to melt in seconds. He growled into her flesh, already feeling her tighten under him. He pulled away, scoring his thumb over her clit as he licked slick from his lips, “Already such a damn mess for me.”

“It’s…it’s been a w-while.” She spoke between pants.

 “Too long.” He agreed, going back in.

He made sure to pull multiple orgasms from her with only his mouth and hands, stopping every so often to trail kisses up her abdomen. She was breathy and blissed out, completely forgetting her earlier self-consciousness.

He stood, giving her a moment of mercy. Juniper watched him, breasts quaking as she regained her breath. Her skin was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat, stray onyx curls stuck to her forehead. Heisenberg slowly removed each layer of clothing, almost making a show of it under her hungry gaze.

Finally kicking off his boxers he crawled onto the bed. The bed creaked under their combined weight as he loomed over her.

Juniper eager hands found him quickly, squeezing the thick ropes of muscle that made his arms.

“Pretty impressive eh?” He smirked cockily.

Her fingers slid upwards, fanning over his chest. She gave him a little devilish look as she found his only nipple piercing.

His breath hitched a bit as she toyed with it; coming almost unglued entirely when her head quickly dipped in to take the metal into her mouth.

The movement was almost too fast for him to react before the sensation rippled through his body. Juniper was spurred on when she saw how his body shivered in response, deepening the contact.

Heisenberg pushed her away, holding her down against the bed with strong hands. He swallowed, “That’s enough of that.”

Juniper licked her lips, the taste of metal and skin on her tongue, “Seemed to like it.”

He ground his teeth a bit, aware of his hard cock. He caught her lips up with his own before she could continue.

He kept her occupied, grouping down her body as he lined himself up. She gasped into his mouth when she felt the weeping tip bump her folds. He pulled away to brace himself over her.

“Fuck, I missed you.” His voice was low and almost wavering as he pushed into her. Juniper’s back arched, moaning as his cock stretched her out deliciously.

Her core was tight from the months without him.

He started pumping into her almost desperately, lifting her legs to hook around his waist. With the better angle he was able to reach deeper, rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust.

She clawed down his back, crying out every time their hips sloppily met together.

The sex was messy and raw, both needing to feel the release of pent up passions. Heisenberg groaned out breathily, hands finding purchase in the mattress to buck into her harder.

He felt her tense under him. “F-Fuck! Come for me Doll. Come on my cock!” He grunted out, moving a hand to her clit. His thumb scored quick circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Juniper buckled under him, sobbing out her release. A surge of slick coated his cock as her cunt clamped down on him.

She felt divine, like liquid velvet around him. Heisenberg became a mess of sounds himself, balls slapping into her ass roughly as he chased his own release.

His hips jolted, bottoming out in her. She felt him pulse as her insides were flooded with hot ropes of come.

She felt extremely full, bits of his release oozing out around his cock.

He settled over her, wanting to stay slotted within her walls. Catching her breath she pulled his face closer, peppering his jaw with kisses.

He gave a little rumble of amusement, letting her fawn over him.

~

They tangled into one another, the darkness filled with the sounds of their heavy breathes and soft moans. A hunger of the flesh deep in their minds. Words weren’t needed. Their touches, tinged with desperation for an act both had feared would be lost to them, was everything in that moment.

Skin to skin, a heartbeat felt under fingertips. The world outside the bed didn’t exist, the nightmares couldn’t reach them.

Heisenberg pressed his body against Juniper’s, his cock never leaving her. In the soft lulls between rounds of sex he held her close, wanting to feel over every inch of her. She thankfully held onto him, losing track of the hours. He nipped into the soft flesh of her throat, huffing out hotly when he heard her mewl.

He felt her tense under him as he rocked into her afresh. Juniper didn’t know how many rounds or orgasms they shared, the night becoming a blur of pleasure and overstimulation.

Eventually exhaustion overtook her and Juniper fell asleep against his chest. Heisenberg stayed fully inserted inside of her, softly tracing her spinal scar. Their bodies were stuck together with sweat, he could feel every breath and heartbeat of hers.

He let his mind wander to work. With the spring thaw here it would make collecting bodies from the grave easier, but also he would have to be much more on top of watching the village for casualties.

Juniper was his favorite distraction but she was a distraction nonetheless. He wouldn’t force her away, no, she gave him more purpose to strive to escape. She made his hunger to explore the world deeper, he wanted to give her a better life than the factory.

And he would give it to her.

#resident evil village #karl heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #re8 oc #heisenberg #in the steel steeds heart #resident evil #heisenberg smut

[angstyaches]

This is trope anon from before :) It might be interesting to see Elliot put off feeling sick, because he is so caught up taking care of everyone else? He kind of strikes me as a worry about everyone else first kind of guy lol. Then absolutely regretting it later haha

If not Elliot, Ryan also kind of gives me similar vibes

CW: mention of disordered eating/malnourishment, trauma mention, overwork, nausea, emeto, dizziness, blood mention (he’s a vamp, so yeah), pining (for absent partner), platonic/brotherly caretaking

Author’s note: Elliott and Felix are going to be just FINE! They’re not even broken up; Felix is just a little AWOL after a fight they had. I just loooove me some angst.

Elliott’s vision went pitch black for a moment as he stood and waited for the kettle to finish boiling. His stomach lurched so harshly that he almost turned towards the sink, expecting the return of the blood he’d drank for breakfast. Instead, he swallowed, closed his eyes, and breathed in slowly through his nose. He was overexerted, probably. He’d been pushing himself during his and Shayne’s ritualistic “sparring” (or, as Shayne called it, “trying to kick the shit out of each other” or “therapy”) session. Elliott had hoped his supernatural abilities would have begun to manifest by now, seeing as his transition to full vampire was complete. But still, nothing yet. Maybe the stress of Felix being gone was stunting his development. Maybe the stress was adding to how bad he felt.

The kettle clicked, reminding him of why he was standing in the kitchen in the first place. Elliott’s heart sank as he recalled Shayne’s eyes rolling back in his head, his body almost hitting the ground before Elliott could catch him. Turned out the kid had been starving himself again. Elliott would have punched his lights out if they hadn’t already basically been out.

A minute later, Elliott picked up a hot mug and crossed the open-plan kitchen and living area to where he’d left Shayne on the white sofa. He was conscious now, at least, but his eyes were glazed and unfocused.

The mug contained hot, weak tea and a few spoons of the glucose solution Ryan had concocted for Felix’s blood-and-sugar lollipops. Back in the day, when Felix refused blood and couldn’t hold food down, Ryan had fed him the solution like this, and it had kept him from passing out. The smell was so strong that Elliott almost gagged, his body so delicate as to protest merely being in the presence of human sustenance.

Elliott tried to hand Shayne the mug, but his cousin’s hands were so shaky he almost dropped it immediately. Elliott took it back, trying to ignore the fact that his own hands weren’t exactly the steadiest. He brought the rim of the mug to Shayne’s lips.

Shayne made a face and pulled away as soon as he took the first sip. His hand went to his mouth, like he was considering spitting it back out.

“Swallow it.”

A shiver seemed to roll through Shayne’s body as he did. His eyes watered like he was about to cry. “That tastes like shit, El.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for forgetting that you need to eat.”

“I didn’t forget I needed to…” Shayne mumbled. “I’m not stupid.”

“That’s extremely debatable. Drink.”

“I’m gonna be sick.”

“Drink,” Elliott said again, as calmly as he could, “or I’m going to get Ryan.”

The last of the fight went out of Shayne’s eyes. Elliott knew he didn’t want Ryan or Nancy to know things had gotten this bad again.

Victorious but not feeling it, Elliott brought the mug to Shayne’s lips again and again, letting him take small sips. At one point, he covered his mouth again, shoulders jerking forward as he gagged slightly. Elliott’s stomach flipped at the sound and he had to turn his face away until Shayne stopped. He didn’t usually puke from seeing somebody else do it, but he had a bad feeling that if Shayne threw up, he would lose it too.

Shayne shook his head when presented with the mug again. A tentative hand rested on his stomach. “I can’t, El. It’s so heavy.”

Part of Elliott didn’t want to yield so easily, wanted to make him finish the mug. He wondered what Felix would do, or how Charlie would have reacted to that pleading look. Elliott knew he wasn’t soft in the same way they were. He just hoped he wasn’t harsh.

He hoped he wasn’t frightening.

He swallowed against a swell of nausea in his belly. Whatever was gnawing at the pit of his stomach weakened his resolve.

“Okay,” he said, “lie down.”

Shayne gave a small sigh of relief.

Elliott took the mug back to the sink. White floor and wall tiles swayed all around him like he was inside the world’s most colourless kaleidoscope. He slowly breathed in through his nose, leaning on the edge of the countertop to try and introduce some form of balance to his body.

He’d extended the offer to Shayne, but honestly, lying down sounded like an absolute dream to Elliott, too. Maybe his body would stop freaking out if he got a little more rest. His sleeping pattern was completely thrown off, his mind raced in the middle of the night. Felix had star-fished across about forty different mattresses before choosing theirs, and while Elliott had acted like he didn’t care which one they bought, he had ended up agreeing that it was the best mattress he’d ever used. But sleeping there without Felix felt wrong, so his body had been rejecting it as much as physically possible.

Nowadays, he might as well have been sleeping in a wooden coffin like the stereotype dictated.

He turned around to check on Shayne, frowning when he saw that he was still sitting upright on the sofa.

“I thought you were going to try and sleep?”

“I can’t – I can’t,” Shayne whispered, lowering his head into his hands. “El, I – every time I try, I feel like she’s here. Breathing on the back of my neck…”

Guilt churned Elliott’s stomach this time. Elliott felt regrets like cobwebs sticking to his soul, and although he didn’t allow himself many, one of those cobwebs was the feeling that maybe he could have gotten Shayne out of Madelyn’s sooner.

“She’s not getting in here,” Elliott promised. “Ryan will have her head on a stick before letting that happen. Nancy will turn her blood into tar.”

“She doesn’t have to be here, El. She’s already here.” Shayne pressed a finger to either side of his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Jesus, I’m – I’m sorry, man.” Elliott laid a hand on his stomach, stifling a belch since he really didn’t need gas leaving his body to make this moment even more stressful. “What usually helps when this happens?”

As Elliot should have expected, Shayne gave a lifeless shrug. Alright, think, Elliott told himself, swallowing thickly. He’d never seen Shayne warm up to anyone until that day in the park when he’d been clinging to Charlie like his life depended on it. He liked to act tough (and who did he pick that up from, I wonder?), but really, Shayne just didn’t want to be alone.

He’d be lying if he said he couldn’t understand that feeling.

Elliott swallowed again, fighting the lump in his throat and the swirling in the pit of his stomach.

“Want me to sit with you?”

Shayne opened his eyes, looking genuinely surprised.

Elliott sank down on the sofa without waiting for a verbal answer. He hit the cushions a little too quickly for his stomach’s liking. It shifted noisily, semi-digested contents swimming around inside. “Now, if you think you can feel someone breathing on you, you can tell yourself it’s just me.”

“Ugh,” Shayne groaned, curling up on his side so that the top of his head was just next to – scarcely touching – Elliott’s thigh. “Do not breathe on me, man.”

Elliott smiled through his vaguely-concealed discomfort, glad that Shayne wasn’t facing him. “Afraid you’ll catch vampire cooties?”

Shayne didn’t respond beyond a soft groan that Elliott interpreted as “shut the fuck up, old man”. So even though he’d have loved to keep taunting his cousin and keep himself distracted, Elliott shut up, letting his neck rest against the back of the sofa and draping one arm up over his eyes. Lack of vision made the world feel a little less like the spinning drum of a washing machine. Elliott regretted dreaming up that metaphor, gritting his teeth as he realised his stomach felt like such a drum, too.

He was swallowing constantly, every few seconds now, chest tight with the effort of drawing slow, shallow breaths. It felt like the fibres holding his being together were frayed and left just shaky enough to throw everything off without causing him any actual, physical pain. Beneath it all was a tiny flame of anger; what the hell was the point in becoming a vampire if feeling unexplainably shitty at inconvenient intervals was still on the table?

An icy shiver ran down Elliott’s back, and he flinched where he sat. He slid his hand around the back of his neck and gulped another wave of saliva. Nothing was there, yet when he exhaled, he shuddered again. Shayne’s talk about Madelyn must have wormed its way into Elliott’s mind. Lord, he really was a mess.

He glanced down to make sure his sudden jump hadn’t disturbed Shayne. It was hard to tell if the boy was sleeping or just trying very hard to stay still. At least he didn’t seem to be panicked or shaking anymore. Elliott desperately wanted to stand up and walk around; moving and distracting himself would surely ease the building pain in his stomach, but he didn’t think he could get up without jostling Shayne.

Sucking in a breath and trying to brace his stomach for the move, Elliott shifted his weight on the sofa, cringing at how much the cushions flexed with him. He watched Shayne’s head, his breath still caught somewhere between his belly and his lungs. Another trickle of unpleasantly cool sweat ran down the back of his neck and his hands shook until he dropped the weight of his head into them. His elbows felt unbalanced on his knees. His stomach flipped, and he swallowed measuredly against its protests.

“El?”

“Yeah,” Elliott choked out, though he’d meant to give a friendly, open yeah? As in Felix’s chirpy Yeah, buddy? Are you okay? What can I do for you?

“Y’alright?” was all Shayne replied with.

“I’m good, yeah.” Upon tasting blood and bile, Elliott gulped again. “Just relax, okay? No one’s going to –”

Elliott jammed a fist against his lips in time to stifle a wet, shallow belch. The sound was so sudden and violent that his head shot forward, almost ducking between his own knees.

“Fuck,” Shayne gasped, scrambling upright despite the fact his eyes were barely open. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Elliott half-snapped, annoyance at himself manifesting as annoyance at Shayne. “I may have pushed myself a bit this morning, but I’m –”

He was once again cut off by a belch, this one rumbling up from much deeper inside him. His belly continued bubbling even after the air stopped being pushed up.

“El, I think you need to –”

“Don’t.” Elliott shook his head.

“Why did –” Shayne winced slightly and rubbed at his head. “Why didn’t you say you were feeling sick?”

“Because I was trying to look after you!” Elliott sighed into his hands. The tiny burst of frustration was dizzying on top of everything else. “Lord fucking knows you can’t take care of yourself.”

“Fuck you,” Shayne said back, though his voice was empty of any of its usual fight. “I’m – I’m trying, I’ve been trying… Elliott, just go to the sink!”

Elliott’s shoulders rolled as he covered his mouth with his palm, feeling a thick film grow over his tongue. He was tempted to swallow it down again but a cramp ripped through his gut, making all of his organs squeeze in defiance of him swallowing anything.

“Shit,” he somehow mumbled, sitting forward and pushing himself to his feet as Shayne pushed – weakly but with good intentions – at his back to help him up. Elliott sprinted across the kitchen tiles and flung himself at the sink, stars in his vision and blood in his mouth. He was unbearably dizzy as he heaved up what he’d drank that morning. At least it had been an animal-blood day, and he wasn’t watching mouthfuls of human blood pooling in the sink and trickling into the drain.

It was a waste, but it could have been worse. He choked on a sob, realising he’d never thought like this until Felix.

“Fuck,” Elliott gasped when something moved next to him. He hadn’t even noticed Shayne following him to the sink. “Christ. I feel awful… Why – why do I feel this bad?”

“You’re trying to force something you’re not capable of.” Shayne folded his arms and rested them on the countertop, eyes falling shut again.

Elliott spat bitterly towards the drain. “How the fuck do you figure that?”

“Because that’s my whole life summed up, El.”

Elliott gripped the neck of the tap and turned it on, directing the water around the sink to get rid of the mess he’d made. His head was spinning and his nerves still felt alive with electricity and just wrong in general, but his belly felt a lot better. He felt like he could breathe normally again.

“You okay?”

“I think so.” Elliott rinsed his mouth, running tap water into his palm and lifting it to his lips. It was cool, and soothing on his throat after the retching.

Shayne looked positively miserable as their eyes met. “What now?”

As he shut off the tap, Elliott brushed a wet hand across the back of his own neck, relishing the cold drip that started trailing down his back. He shut his eyes, feeling like he was ready to drift off to sleep on his feet, like a horse.

“Well,” he said, “how would you like to take a nap on a really nice mattress?”

#Elliott #StW Elliott #emeto #nausea #emeto fic #sickfic #emeto sickfic #OC sickfic #OC emeto #vampire emeto #overwork #vomit fic #vampire oc #my OCs #Swallow the World #vampire whump #angst #emotional whump #long fic #fic length

[kebba22194]

|‘Match made in hell’|

Pairing: Levi x reader

Genre: Fluff, SFW, Angst

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Erwin sets Levi to be your assistant, more like babysitter. You were protective and caring, but when Levi yelled at you, you backed off. What will he do?(sorry this is my first time writing a summary😅)

—Not gender specific—

“This pipsqueak is ‘humanity’s strongest’? Ha! Done make me laugh!” Said a new soldier on the survey corps. Levi didn’t really care, he didn’t mind showing them what he was capable of on the battle field later. He was about to walk away when you came along. You stood next to Levi, blade halting next to the other soldiers neck.

“Nock it off soldier.” Levi said holding onto your arm.

“This ‘pipsqueak’ could have you on your knees in less then a second, talk to him like that again and—”

“I said nock it off soldier.” Levi now had your blade in his hand and the look on his face was pure annoyance. The soldier took that opportunity to take off.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Levi said sternly.

“He should talk to you like that sir! And you shouldn’t let him!” You complained.

“Stable duty for a week.” You didn’t exactly mind stable duty but cleaning up shit was definitely not something to look forward to.

~~

‘Erwin must think he’s a genius’ Levi thought. Erwin had you, a soldier who wasn’t afraid of any other, as Levi’s new assistant. ‘Match made in hell’, Levi thought, he’s used to others fearing him. You saw Levi more as a comrade then a boss if anything, sure you did what he asked you to but he didn’t usually walk away when you talked to him anymore.

All Levi could think about right now was how many mistakes you’ve made, it pissed him off the he had to deal with you. He decided to distract himself with some paperwork. The paperwork seemed to be going on forever, yet it seemed that he was missing some documents. Once he looked at the time it was 2:00. Levi walked over and snuggled right into his sheets, right when his head hit the pillow he was out.

~

“Levi, sir, you’re meeting is in 5, are you getting dressed sir?” You said on the opposite side of Levi’s door. Silence.

“Captain?” You knocked once more but no reply. Just silence.

“I’m coming in sir.” Opening the door you saw Levi happily sleeping on his plush covers. He looked so peaceful, how could you disturb him? You simply put the warm covers on top of him and waited outside of his door so no one would disturb him.

“Oh! Uh Y/n I need to grab Captain Levi, Erwin is asking for him in the meeting.” Jean said to you with Eren on his right.

“Sorry but he can’t come.” You replied

“...What?”

“He can’t come. He’s sleeping, he’s had a long night and deserves his rest.” Jean and Eren looked at each other. They both shrugged and waved goodbye.

(Two hours and 24 minutes later)

“Mm what damn time is it?” Levi groaned and rolled over to check the clock. It was 12:24.

“Shit!” Levi quickly got out of bed, realizing that he only had 6 minutes left for his meeting. He put his straps and boots on, grabbed his cape and ran out the door. While in a hurry he ran into your figure.

“Oh! Are you okay sir?” You said Turing around to face him.

“What the fuck cadet! Why didn’t you wake me for my meeting!” Levi yelled.

“Y-you were sleeping so peacefully sir.” You said, avoiding eye contact.

“Just leave me the fuck alone Cadet! You’re a shitty and useless little kid! You’re only job is to do what I say and you can’t even wake me up for a damn meeting, you even skipped it yourself?! Get your head out of your ass and be useful for once!” Levi yelled, annoyance all over his face. He was so focused on you, he didn’t notice Mikasa and Eren standing behind you. They must have been asking you to let them in. He stomps past you and rushes to the meeting room for the last 2 minutes.

Missing his meeting pissed him off. And made him want to beat you into the ground. He just wants to take a nice nap with maybe a nice cup of tea or—

Huh? What’s this? A tray of food is left in front of his door. It’s a nice breakfast plate with eggs, sausage,cereal, and a nice cup of tea next to it. He looked around before picking it up and walking into his room, silently thanking whoever did that for him, he was starving.

~

After his nice nap is was lunch time. He got to the dinning hall, everyone already there. Yet one cursed soul he didn’t see, was you. Not like he was looking for you or anything, he just wanted to sit on the opposite side of the dinning hall then you to avoid your pointless conversations with him. Sitting down he noticed some people giving him the stink eye. He honestly didn’t care. You know, come to think about it he never usually did see you at lunch. Guess he had nothing to worry about.

~

A week had passed and what Levi said to you spread like wildfire through the rest of the cadet corse. Levi honestly, could care less, he thinks you deserved that and at least you don’t try and talk to him or help him with stuff anymore, so at least he has that. Yet this little ache in his heart is driving him mad. Did he want you to stop talking to him and annoying him? Yes. Yes he did. Does he miss you’re presence? No. No of corse he doesn’t, he doesn’t care about anyone. Right? Sure having someone to talk to was nice I guess. And eating breakfast with someone maybe made him a little more happy then sitting alone. Shit. He missed you.

He felt alone again without you. Sure he still had Hanji and Erwin. But they never personally wanted to talk to him like you did. He honestly didn’t think you would back off that easily. His walls were slowly going up again. He missed you but he would never say that out loud. He was never one to show his emotions like that. He was just hoping you’d slowly fall back into his life. Yet when you didn’t, his grumpiness stared to deep out, but mostly at you. You pissed him off.

“What kind of shit job is this Cadet?” Levi said to you.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” You said looking at your feet.

“That’s no damn excuse!” Levi yelled right in your face. You and the other cadets were cleaning some part of the headquarters. All the others could do was just stare at you while you were getting yelled at. They were shocked that Levi was getting this mad about a scratch on a bookcase.

“You need to do better than this cadet!” Levi yelled. “Stop being so damn useless!” That was the last damn straw for the others.

“Are you kidding me, sir?” Eren said.

“Oh what? You got a problem Jeager?!” Levi said still pissed off.

“They’re not useless!” Connie blurted out.

“Yea, they aren’t.” Mikasa said tugging on her scarf. “And calling them useless is just going to bring back old memories for a day that they don’t want to remember.”

“Yea! You’re the one with YOUR head in YOUR ass!” Jean said.

“I agree sir!” Armin said, raising his hand in the air.

“Oh? And why is that huh?!” Levi said, looking like he was about to pop the vain in his forehead.

“You have no idea what they do for you!” Eren said.

“Exactly! You know who tends your horse when you don’t have time?!” Jean said sternly.

“It’s fine guys—“

“And who left you breakfast that day you yelled at them?” Eren called out.

“Or who steels your paperwork to work on it, so you won’t have so much of a load.” You look back at Mikasa in shock at how she knew you did that.

“You’re not very good at hiding it y/n.” She says, understanding your gaze.

“Or who cleans your office during lunch!” Historia said.

“And they protect you all the time! When people even remotely talk bad about you, they’re on it!” Connie says. Silence falls upon everyone, especially Levi. You avert your gaze when he looks at you.

“Everyone out.” Levi says. “Except y/n.”

While everyone was leaving you still refused to meet his fierce eyes.

“Y/n.” Levi sounded like he was on then verge of tears. “... I’m sorry.”

You’re eyes grow wide and your gaze finally meets his. Sadness was all over his face and your body moved without having a chance to think(ahhh Deku vibes🥺), you hugged him. When your warmth aborbs him, he flinched. Hes not used to neing hugged or touched like this. Yet hes never known how much he needed this until now. He wraped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your sholder. Minutes had gone past, which wasnt enough for Levi. When your tried to pull away he held you tighter, silently telling you to never let go.

~

Months had pased and your relationship had blossomed since that hug, you two are dating and you make him so happy. He just cant get enough of you. Outside the confinment of your shared bedroom walks he has to resist the urge to pull you in for either a kiss, cuddle, or hug. He doesnt want his comrads thinking hes going easy you just because you two are dating. But when you two are along and sometimes even when youre sitting in the dinning hall, hes all over you. If hes sitting at his desk doing paperwork? Lap. If your making him breakfast? He has his arms raped around your waist and face buried in the back of your neck. Hes cleaning? Piggy back ride. Sitting next to eachother in the dinning hall? Either lap or hes holding your hand. He never knew he was this touch starved. Hes a little embarrassed about it but late at night you reashure him of everything while having a nice warm cuddle.

Please do not re post my work💞

#levi x you #levi x reader #anime #attack on titan #angst #levi fluff

[thecowardwrites]

Touch Starved [Suga, Oikawa, Bokuto x Reader]

Originally requested by @0hakaashi:

Sorry to tag you in this again, just transferring stuff over from my old account! Hope you still like it

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Suga:

Suga was your first boyfriend – at least your first real boyfriend.

You were very new to this whole being-affectionate-to-one-another thing that couples do.

On top of that, you said physical affection made you uncomfortable so Suga respected that and tried to show you he cared in different ways.

Like carrying your schoolbag in the hallway, making sure he brought sweets to school for you to have during lunch, he let you borrow his jacket whenever you looked cold, he made sure you got the best seat in the house if you went to the movies, he would buy you tacky (but cute) gifts whenever he went somewhere cool for volleyball – he did everything he could think of to show you he cared without the risk of making you uncomfortable.

One night, the two of you had decided on staying in to watch a horror movie and eat junk food.

Suga and you were leaning on each other (shoulder to shoulder) when he stretched and put his arm on the back of the couch behind you.

It wasn’t a big deal. Until a scene made you both jump, and he instinctively wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to him.

At first, you both didn’t realize what happened until he started stroking your arm in an attempt to soothe you both from the absolute terror you had just endured.

That’s when your heart rate quickened once again, and you glanced up at him. Only to see that he was already gazing down at you, eyes wide.

When you didn’t react, he started to pull away mumbling apologies.

You basically yelled, “HUG ME!” as his arm was removed from around you.

He has never reacted to something so fast ~ Suga pulled you close to him once more (movie completely forgotten) and you laid a head on his chest.

You could hear your heartbeat, and although it would’ve been cute to say it was soft and soothing, his heart was beating just as hard as yours.

He began to stroke your hair as you snuggled yourself deeper into his embrace. He would occasionally lean down and press a kiss to your crown and you relished in the touch.

You faded into the comfort and didn’t notice that Suga was whispering to you, asking if you were okay. That’s when you realized you had started laughing.

“Are you okay?”

“Yea it’s just – It’s just that I… I really like being held apparently.”

Oikawa:

You had been dating Oikawa for a month now.

A month of you telling him that you hated being touched, cuddled, snuggled with – any of that.

A month of you still snuggling into him at night whenever you slept over. He never said anything though.

In your sleep, you would scooch over to him, wrap your arms around him in a death grip, and cling to him like a koala bear. That first time you did it, it scared the absolute shit out of him.

You told him you didn’t cuddle, so he didn’t expect to be grabbed onto in the middle of the night. When he finally realized what was happening, he had to stifle his laughter so that he wouldn’t wake you up.

He tried to tell you after that night, but you refused to believe him.

“You’re just making stuff up now, Oikawa.” You said, ignoring him and going back to getting ready.

So, he never said anything about it again.

He just tried to appreciate those moments when he did get to hold you – he was a snuggler after all.

One night, he had devised this plan to wake you up while you had wrapped yourself around him so that you could see what he was talking about that first night.

He waited until you had moved to the same position you had taken every night prior and gently stroked your cheek.

He softly called your name as he did this, and (it took a little while) but you were finally drawn from your sleeping state.

“What the hell do you want, Oikawa?” You mumbled into his shirt.

“Just look around, love.”

You adjusted your position, propping yourself up on an elbow, and ended up elbowing him in the abdomen.

He grunted, wanting to curl up in a ball, but he couldn’t because you were pretty much directly on top of him.

That’s when your sleep-ridden brain started to realize what was happening.

You started apologizing profusely, but he just laughed it off.

“This is why I tell you I don’t like being touched it just ends badly!”

“You basically crawl all over me in your sleep, though!” He retorted watching as you sat up by him. “You can’t blame me for you being a natural snugglebug in denial.”

You rolled your eyes at him, getting ready to scoot back to your side of the bed, when you shivered from the lack of heat from being held.

“Can I-“ Your voice was quiet and meek; Oikawa just nodded, opening his arms up to you.

You laid down, resting your head in the crook of his neck. His hair tickled your nose and the smell of the body wash he used flooded your senses.

Y/n.exe has stopped working

You didn’t really know how to react at first, your body was stiff as you hugged him. Your body shook with his as he laughed and let you figure out whether you wanted to stay like that or go back to your side of the bed.

It was kind of uncomfortable at first, but the longer you laid there, the more it felt right.

You face flushed when Oikawa’s arms rested on your back (since he figured you wanted to stay) and his cheek rested on the top of your head. Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, and you had a hard time calming down.

It felt so nice, it was so warm, so weirdly intimate. You couldn’t believe you had refused to accept this feeling for months.

Bokuto: Written by @hurtbycanonthoughts 

So right off the bat, Bokuto is fairly affectionate when it comes to people he cares about

You’re aware of that but he never really seemed to do much besides just giving you a quick kiss on the cheek which not only confused you, but it seemed to confuse Akaashi as well

It’s not that Bokuto didn’t want to do anything, he was just worried about making you uncomfortable since he can be a tad much at times

You have to reassure him that it’s ok and that you’d actually like the affection but he’s still nervous

Eventually he doesn’t necessarily care and just wants to hug you

It was right before practice, you both were talking, waiting for the rest of Fukurodani’s team to show up when he decided that he wanted to give you affection

Right before Akaashi got there he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly, burying his head into the crook of your neck

You almost died on the spot because not only was he being cute, but you were touch starved and the affection he had given you felt so nice

He went to pull away and you made a noise, not wanting him to let go of you yet which if I’m being honest, kind of shocked him

You two stood in the middle of the gym, holding onto each other whenever the team got there and they definitely weren't about to pass on the opportunity to tease their captain

Though most of the things they said about you two he agreed with and the team really didn’t know how to react to you both still hugging when practice was going to start at any moment

Akaashi ended up having to pull you two apart because you didn’t want to let go since it was the first (of many to come) time he’s ever hugged you and been affectionate and you were way too comfortable in his arms

After practice Bokuto ran over to you, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your cheek. That was just enough touch that made you melt into his arms. Not that either of you were complaining though

You eventually told Bokuto you were actually pretty touch starved because he never really noticed. He just thought you really enjoyed his hugs and affection. He does get more touchy as time goes on and eventually almost always has a hand on you or at least holding your hand

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #oikawa fanfiction #oikawa headcanons #oikawa x reader #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu oikawa #sugawara x reader #suga x reader #sugawara headcanons #sugawara fanfiction #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto fanfiction #bokuto headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines

[darkestdesired]

Teachers Pet

Part 2.

An: I am so sorry this took so long there is honestly no excuse!

For this one I honestly just played off the idea of the reader being taller than Oswald and him being just like ‘I’m baby’,like full on obsession and heart eyes towards her and treating her like she’s a goddess.

I have a horrible size kink , and a baby and mommy/daddy kink.

I hope you like it and again I am so sorry! @kpopgirlbtssvt

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Waking up to the sound of banging on my door was not the morning I had in mind,looking down I smiled at the sight of Oswalds peaceful sleeping expression,carefully I rolled him over onto the pillow,freezing when he made any signs of waking.

Once the coast was clear I got out of bed and slipped on my slippers before making my way to the front door,peeking through the peephole I held in a groan.

Pulling open the door I saw the biggest pain in the ass brother in the world standing in the hallway with his fist up,ready to knock again. “What do you want Jim?” He winced at my unfriendly tone,letting him know I was still very pissed off.

“Listen you can’t stay mad at me forever,We’re family (Y/n).” Crossing my arms I sighed,”Jim I love you,but I meant what I said. I can’t just forgive you,it’ll take a lot more than bothering me every day to earn that back. Oh and you’re shit at apologizing by the way.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back.”

Sighing heavily I rubbed my tired eyes,”Listen,I’m not gonna be able to trust you again so easily... but I can’t stay mad at you forever.” He held a sad smile,”I know,I promise I’ll make it up to you (N/n).”

The tiniest bit of a smile pulled at my lips,”Now get out of here,I have to get ready for work.” Which was a lie,I had the day off already but I knew if I let him in he would see Oswald. I had to protect the adorable shorter man,even if it was from my own brother.

We said our goodbyes and I quietly shut the door as he left,nearly jumping out of my skin when I turned to see Oswald standing in the doorway with what can only be the cutest bed head I’ve ever seen.

“Good morning,I hope I didn’t wake you up.” He looked up at me with half asleep eyes as I walked over and looked down at the shorter male.”You weren’t in bed so...” he muttered causing my heart to swell.

“Sorry,Jim stopped by again but he won’t be bothering us like this again. Let’s go back to bed.” I hummed.

He frowned as I said that,”You and Jim were fighting?”

Sighing I led him back to the bedroom,”I was so mad at him for killing...well almost killing you so I refused to talk to him,ignoring him ever since that day. But now that I know youre alive and safe here I decided I can at least talk to him,I still don’t trust him...not like I used to. Barbara is the only one I still talk to.”

His pale cheeks turned a slight shade of pink,”You really cared that much about me?” I smiled and wrapped him into a warm hug,”Of course I do Os,I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you never have to go through that again.” I cooed gently rubbing his back as he practically purred as he melted into my touch,this fact assured me that he was probably touch starved.

“Let’s go back to sleep,Hm?” He nodded,burrowing deeper into my chest seeking more of that Protective warmth that consumed him.

Leading him over to the bed I layer down and brought him down so that he was laying over me,I wrapped the blankets over us as he tucked his face into my neck,breathing in my scent.

I smelled of vanilla and cinnamon,a pleasant combination that soon lulled him to sleep.

Looking at the adorable and fragile men now snoring lightly in my embrace I felt something deep inside of me pull.

He had been through so much,and the more time I spent with him the more I began to realize that this trauma may stretch out to before the incident.

After all his limp was very noticeable and the wounds on his body were mixed between fresh and old.

A story for each little scar,Perhaps ones for another time.

I decided I’d have to talk to an old friend of mine to get me somewhere to hide Oswald,I couldn’t risk his safety with Jim and Harvey snooping around.

Grabbing my phone I pulled up my oldest and closest friend that I’ve had since before moving to Gotham.

The phone wrang for 3 seconds before answering,”Well Well Well,if it isn’t little miss ABC’s. I missed ya darling.” The familiar voice teased. “Hello Victor,I need a favor.” He chuckled at my greeting,the sound vibrating over the phone.

“Oh? Little miss goody two shoes needs a favor? Name it doll face.” I rolled my eyes and glanced down at Oswalds sleeping face,feeling a smile tug at my face.

“I need a safe place to hide someone very dear to me,somewhere my brother won’t think to look.” Victor hummed,”Who’s this very dear someone?”

Tightening my grip on the phone I hesitated,I knew I could trust Victor with every fiber of my being,though I didn’t know his current occupation.

He thought it would be the best way to keep me safe,his innocent little teacher.

“His name is Oswald Cobblepot,trust me I would be asking you if it wasn’t important. Please just let me hide him at your apartment until this all blows over.” He was silent for a moment before I heard him sigh.

“Fine but you owe me doll face.” He feigned annoyance but I knew he didn’t mean it. “Thank you Victor! I’ll even make you those muffins you like so much.” He ooed meaning he knew exactly which ones I was talking about. “For those muffins I’d do ya a thousand favors,Meet me at mine at 6pm. Later doll face.” I smiled,”See you then Vic.”

Hanging up I looked down at Oswald,Placing a gentle kiss on his temple he shuffled a bit. A lazy smile on his face as he moved in more,Hugging him close I shut my eyes.

I knew Oswald would be safe with Victor,and while I didn’t know anything about the underworld the two worked for I had a feeling I was about to find out real soon.

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Oswald looked out the window at the passing buildings,curiosity and worry building the further from my apartment we got.

“So where are we going? Not that I don’t enjoy a nice car ride.” He chuckled nervously ,he knew I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him but not knowing where he was going worried him.

He looked over to see me giving him a reassuring smile,”I can’t risk you staying at my apartment with Jim and Harvey sniffing around. I won’t let them hurt you again. So I called an old friend who has a room open,they won’t find you there.”

His eyes widened,I was willing to do so much if it meant keeping him safe?

A man I barely knew?

“Is he..trustworthy?” I nodded,”I trust him with my life,He works with charity’s in the city.” I honestly believed that,which is why Oswald relaxed a bit. “What’s his name? Maybe I know him?” He asked with a smile,which I returned. “Victor Zsasz,he’s like a brother to me. He was actually the one who got me my job at the elementary school.”

As I carried on with my story I completely missed the way Oswalds face dropped in horror. “V-Victor Zsasz..?” He stuttered.

“Mhm,he looks intimidating and he is sarcastic as hell,but he’s just a big teddy bear once you get to know him.” I giggled,knowing he would hate having been referred to as a big teddy bear.

“I-I see,and you say he works with charity’s?” Did I honestly not know that Victor was the most dangerous assassin in Gotham? Charity work is the farthest thing from his job.

“Yea,he works for Falcons Charity,they help the poor find jobs and housing,I’ve met mr.falcons a few times. He’s super nice and gentlemanly,I actually have a brunch meeting with him next week.”

Now he really was in shock,I was friends with the big dogs and didn’t even know it,he was actually impressed. But knowing how sweet and kind I was he wasn’t that surprised,he was just worried about what dangers I’d be dragged into.

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Before he even realized it we had pulled up to a nice looking building on the other side of town,we pulled into an alley in the back and parked.Grabbing the container of muffins and my purse we slipped out into the quiet alley.

He followed as we walked to a back door,pulling out a key I unlocked it,revealing a hallway leading to stairs going down.

“Stay close,I don’t want you to get lost.” I didn’t have to tell him twice as he gripped onto my coat sleeve and limped practically glued to my side.

It took us about 2 minutes before we reached a door with two buff men that toward over us,Oswald coward behind me as I smiled at the two.

“Good afternoon Ivan,Luis!” They smiled back at me.

Ivan was a single 6’3 white Russian bodyguard with a heart of gold and heavy accent while Luis was a 6’1 Black man from England with the cutest wife and 6 year old daughter ,They were extremely protective and damn good at their jobs.

Luis gave me a toothy smile as he went to hug me,before stopping as he noticed Oswald hiding behind me,peeking over my shoulder.

He frowned,”Who is the pipsqueak?” He asked raised a brow,”Oh this is Oswald,Oswald say hi to Ivan and Luis.”

Ivan crossed his arms with a smirk,”Ahhh so this little man is the one who stole heart of Miss (Y/n).” His laugh was booming.

“Oh hush Ivan,I always knew she had a thing for the shorties eh?” Luis teased elbowing the other,my (s/c) face grew hot as I felt Oswald burry his face into my shoulder blade in embarrassment.

“Just for that you two aren’t getting muffins,I’ll give them all to Victor.” Their laughing stopped comically as their smiles fell,”You brought muffins! Oh darling I’m gonna marry you.” I laughed,”Don’t let Lillian hear that Luis.”

He rolled his eyes,”She already told me she’d be more than happy having you as a third so long as you do the cooking.”

Playfully punching his shoulder I reached back and took Oswalds hand,giving it a gentle squeeze. “Alright boys,we need to see Victor,I’ll give you your muffins later.”

They gave their goodbyes as I led Oswald inside,leading to a giant apartment,”So you seem friendly with everyone here.” I heard him say quietly,his pale cheeks still red.

“Igor and Ivan are like big brothers to me,seeing as though I come here more than my own apartment. We’ve just grown to have a strong bond over time.” He nodded but couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure and jealous,thoughts of self worth seemed to clog his brain until he felt me stop and place an arm around his shoulders bringing him closer.

“Victor,this is Oswald,Oswald this is Victor.” I stated looking at the hairless man who was pouring a few drinks.

“Ah Oswald Cobblepot,it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Victor said with a dangerous glint in his eyes that told Oswald that the assassin knew exactly who he was as he stalked over,handing us both a glass that stunk of heavy liquor.

“L-Likewise Victor.” He gulped ,slowly inching in closer to my side. Victor smirked at him before giving me an easy smile,”So where’s my payment?” Oswald raised a brow,”Payment?”

Rolling my eyes I held out the container of muffins,”Here you go,remember to share them with Ivan and Luis.” He chuckled and took the container and peeled open the lid,talking a big whiff of the blueberry smell. “Mmmm,I missed your baked goods doll face.”

Giggling I smiled at the usually stoic man,”I know,Now promise you’ll keep your promise and protect Oswald. If my brother founds out he’s here-“ Victor waved me off.”Good ol’ Jimbo won’t find out honey,I promised you and I plan to keep that promise.” Sighing I let go of Oswald and hugged the taller man.

“I owe you one.” He chuckled and patted my back,But Oswald felt a shiver roll down his spine when Victors easy smile fell into a deadly scowl,there was no playfulness or humor in his eyes. But it was back to it’s happy smile as soon as I pulled away.

“Don’t worry about it,You know I’d do anything if it kept you safe and happy.Plus Oswald and I are going to become great friends... aren’t we Ossy?” Victor said as he walked over and wrapped an arm around oswalds tense shoulders.

Oswald gulped but looked over at me,seeing my caring eyes filled with worry he knew that Victor wouldn’t do anything that would risk upsetting me.

“Right.” He stated tightly,forcing a smile.

It seemed I noticed but as soon as I went to say something my phone began to wring,Pulling it out and looking at the screen. I could feel my chest tighten as I saw it was Jim,Sending them an apologetic look I walked away to answer.

Once I was out of earshot Victor kept a smile on his face as he leaned down to oswalds ear.

“If you break her heart I will make your life a living hell Penguin,There are far worse things than death.” Oswald gulped,muttering out,”Likewise,Assasin.” Causing Victor to smirk.

Rushing over I frowned,”That was Jim,He needs me to stop by the precinct.He needs help with that Bruce Wayne kid,he thinks having someone who works with kids will help.” They could see how this conflicted me.

“Don’t worry ‘bout a thing sweetheart,go do what you gotta do. Oswald and I will spend this time to get to know each other.” I smiled at Victor before going over to Oswald,Cupping his cheeks and whispering so only he can hear me.

“Are you going to be okay,if you don’t feel comfortable I can try to figure something else out?” Oswald melted into my touch,reaching up he took my hands,Never in his life had he felt so loved by anyone but his mother. The fact that I barely knew him and treated him with such kindness made his heart swell.

“I’ll be okay (Y/n),Just don’t forget about me okay?” My smile softened and I pulled him into a warm and safe hug,”I would never,my little Oswald.”

Usually he hated being called little,usually associating it with Painful memories,but when I said it it made him want to beg me to say it again and again.

His cheeks felt like they were on fire as I placed a kiss on his forehead before pulling away,Glancing at the two I pulled out my keys. “I’ll be back tomorrow after work,please call me if anything happens okay?” They both said their goodbyes as I walked out the way we came.

Victor waited until the door was shut and my footsteps had disappeared to let his smile fall,Sit down.” He commanded moving to a little couch and chair in the living room. Oswald reluctantly followed and did as told.

Victor glared at the fragile man,“We have a lot to discuss Traitor,beginning with what happened with Fish Mooney.”

Oswald glanced back at the door.

Praying that tomorrow would come already.

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[thewildomega]

Star in the Sand Ch.19

Walking into the stock room Bentham placed down the crate of fruit and let out a sigh. It had been a close call today but they had all gotten what they needed and gotten back safely. Still he was confused about that woman. He knew he had seen her before. She had even known his name. She wasn't like most of the prisoners here, she hadn't begged to be freed or for food. She had willingly given him back the fruit he had dropped. Kindness was uncommon in a place like this, as was manners. Just who the hell was she?

Tapping his chin as he walked back down the hallway and towards the main room he was so deep in thought he hadn't heard one of the occupants of the bar calling his name until he spoke again. 

"Queen Bentham? Is everything okay?"

"Ooo?" he said and then turned towards his friend Ken, "Oh I'm just trying to figure out a familiar face. This woman on level 5, one of the prisoners, she returned the fruit I dropped and knew my name. I know I have seen her somewhere before I just can't place her."

"You don't think she was just acting in hopes you would help her do you?" Ken asked as he sipped his drink. 

"No she didn't seem the type." he hummed. "Y/n...Y/n... where have I heard that name?"

"Y/n... I've heard that too." the bartender spoke. 

"You have?"

"Yea I wait a second..." 

Watching the woman walk away he blinked and looked to Ken who just shrugged his shoulders. As the woman walked back over with an old newspaper in her hand he moved closer to the bar. 

"Yep, here you go I knew I had heard that name before." She said, handing the queen the old paper. 

Taking the newspaper from her he lifted his nose as he looked down at the page and saw the woman's picture, her bounty. "Firelocks Y/n... yes that's her." he grinned. Dropping his eyes down to the other part printed he felt his mouth fall open and his eyes go wide. "Mr. Zero?! She's... oh my.... oh I have to go help her!" he spoke dropping the paper and going to run away. 

"Wait Bentham what's going on? Who is she? And who is this Mr. Zero?" Ken asked, grabbing the queen's arm as he went to run away. 

Showing him the paper he pointed to the woman, "This is her, Y/n and she is apparently affiliated with Mr. Zero..."

"Crocodile? The Ex warlord?" Ken questioned leaning closer to the pictures. 

"Yes. He was my old boss. Oh I cannot just leave here there to freeze to death, I must go help her." 

"But Queen Bentham you don't even know her..."

"It matters not, I like to think Mr. Zero and myself were at least somewhat friends and I can not allow what could possibly be his bonded to perish in that hell." He exclaimed to them. 

"Okay well even if you want to get her out we will have to wait and devise a plan. We can not go for her today not when there was such a close call earlier." Ken spoke, being the voice of reason. 

Sighing and dropping his shoulders Bon looked down. "I suppose you are right Ken-Ken." Snapping his head up he held up his finger, "Very well then in three days time we will go and rescue Y/n." he declared and saw them nod. 

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"...Without you there'd be no sun in my sky There would be no love in my life There'd be no world left for me And I, baby I don't know what I would do I'd be lost if I lost you If you ever leave Baby, you would take away everything real in my life And tell me now How do I live without you I want to know How do I breathe without you If you ever go How do I ever, ever survive..."

Mumbling the lyrics to yourself as you laid on the bench you stared at the picture of Crocodile with lidded eyes. You were so cold, you couldn't much feel anything anymore but still your arms stayed wrapped around your middle where the warmth was needed most. Hearing a distant sound made you stop your quiet singing. Sighing you closed your eyes, meal time. While you should be excited to get the little food you so desperately needed you hated having to move and listen to the men in the opposite side of the cell harass you. Staying put you kept your back to the guards as they tossed in your cell's food rations. It was strange that you didn't hear the men fighting over it instantly, normally they were like a pack of starved dogs.

Waiting until the guards were gone you finally turned over to look towards the food. Seeing the four men sitting back eating on the half frozen food quietly you furrowed your brows. Glancing down to the floor you saw a small portion of meat and bread still laying there. That was odd, normally they would be trying to reach it as hard as possible, the chains on their wrists holding them to the walls, digging into their skin enough to drawn blood. Maybe they knew they couldn't reach it. They didn't even seem to be paying you much mind. Maybe they finally got the point. Moving your stiff legs over the side of the bench you stood, feeling those pins and needles as you started taking steps over towards the food. As much as you hated moving you had to get the food before it froze to the point of being inedible. Not that it was to begin with but you couldn't complain much, you needed food, your baby needed food. 

Taking a glance to the men again you still saw them eating their own food, their eyes not even glancing your way. Bending down you winced as your joins protested lifting the piece of bread and meat you went to stand when suddenly you saw the men move. Quickly going to run back to your side of the cell you stumbled when your numb limbs took too long to move. Feeling a hand wrap around your ankle you gasped and let out a cry as you were pulled back to the ground. Kicking and struggling as much as you possibly could you stared down at the man that had managed to grab you. 

"Got you now bitc..."

Landing a hard kick to his nose you felt his hand release you and rolled over to crawl away when you were stopped again. "No... let me go..."

"You fucking cunt." the man yelled, holding one hand over his bleeding nose while the other one grabbed her ankle again. 

Feeling another hand grab the other ankle you growled and thrashed but hissed out when you were snatched backwards, your back burning in pain as you were drug across the frozen ground. "No! NO! Let me go!" Yelling you fought then to the best of your ability but it was four against one and you were already very weak. Going to scream you heard them laughing, a hand slapping over your mouth while others held you down. 

"This could have been much easier for you if you would have come willingly when we told you to the first time." 

Still trying to thrash in their hold you heard as their chains rattled and then the sound of ripping before your felt what little warmth the clothes provided get taken away. Tears filled your eyes when rough, cold hands started touching you none too gently. Screaming at the top of your lungs around the hand you closed your eyes tight, feeling the warm tears run down your temples. 

"I get her first." 

Looking up through blurry eyes you saw the larger man, the one with the long beard and messy hair move overtop of you, pushing himself between your legs that were being held open. Seeing him smirk at you as one of his hands moved down you felt true fear take over, your soulmates name coming out as a muffled scream. As soon as you felt the warmth from the man's body it was suddenly gone and you snapped your eyes open at the familiar voice. 

"You bunch of sickos. How dare you." 

Watching as Bon Clay kicked the man in the throat before turning on the others you shook. Scrambling up when you were released you wrapped your tattered shirt around your body as best you could. 

"Taking advantage of a defenseless woman like that." he yelled, swinging his foot across all of their faces. 

Flinching when you felt someone else touching you you snapped your eyes up to see another man. His skin was a medium brown and his black hair was curled upwards into a ball of sorts. 

"Shh it's okay sweetheart I'm not going to hurt you." Ken told the frightened woman as he wrapped the blanket they had brought with them around her trembling form. 

Hearing a splash you turned back to see Bon Clay and a woman tossing a bucket of water onto the group of men who were laying unconscious on the ground. As the two turned towards you you swallowed hard. 

Seeing the slight fear in the woman's eyes he smiled at her. "Come on Miss Y/n let's get you out of this retched place." 

Before you could object you were being lifted up and looked to see the brown man from before carrying you in his arms out of the cell. They stopped only for a moment to close the cell door before you all were walking into the forest that you had passed on the way in. Your heart beat like a hammer in your chest and you couldn't help but still shake as you were carried towards level 5.5.

"Tell me Miss. Y/n how is it you know Mr. Zero?" Bentham asked. 

Swallowing hard you looked to Bon Clay, "h..he is mmmy soulmate."

Smiling largely he clapped his hands together and spun around, "Ooo how wonderful. I knew there was a soft side to Mr. Zero." 

Being carried into a room and sat on a padded table of sorts you saw boxes labeled as medical supplies laying around. There was a screen of sorts separating the room and you started to look around but didn't get to look far before Bon Clay and another man or woman , you couldn't quite tell was walking over to you. The person wore a white lab coat that was cut short and fishnet stocking. Their blond hair was done up into a beehive look and make up was caked onto their skin in what reminded you of the old pin up style. Still their red lips pulled up into a large warm smile as they came to stand in front of you with Bon Clay. You clung to the blanket that was wrapped around you earlier, your body still trembling even though it was rather warm in the room. 

"Miss. Y/n this is Hilda, our medic of sorts. He's going to give you a quick check up." Bentham told the woman and saw her nod. 

"Now honey let's drop this down for a moment so I can look at you." Hilda spoke as he gently pulled the blanket off her curled up shoulders.  Seeing the shirt on her torn he looked to Bentham and saw the queen give him a look he understood perfectly. "Can we take this rag off of you?" he asked and gently pulled on the fabric, feeling her slowly release it from her trembling fingers. As the shirt was removed he saw her curl up some, her arms wrapping around her lower abdomen. "Queen Bentham could you get a warm bath prepared." he spoke and saw the man nod and walk away behind the screen. 

Slowly you relaxed a little as the doctor went about looking you over. It came as no surprise that you had a good amount of frost bite but Hilda said that they could fix that with some soaking in warm water. You back had been scraped up when those men had drug you across the ground along with a few other scrapes and forming bruises. The self proclaimed doctor remained kind and patient throughout your exam, pulling a sheet over you when he noticed your bashfulness. He had taken your vitals to make sure there was no other cause for worry but when he had went to feel you stomach you tensed and quickly covered the area with your arms. 

"Did I hurt you honey? Is something wrong?"

Licking your lips you felt your heart beating hard against your ribs. The whole time you had been here you had managed to keep your pregnancy a secret. While no you didn't know if your unborn child was still alive you wouldn't risk something happening to it if someone knew. It was no secret how much you and Crocodile were hated and unfortunately that hate would no doubt roll over to your child.

"Now honey you can tell me, I am a doctor after all and if something's wrong I can help." Hilda told the woman placing his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. Watching as the woman continued looking down for a moment before her teary eyes slowly lifted to his he furrowed his brows until it clicked. Covering his mouth with his hand he felt his eyes go wide. "Ummm Bentham sugar we've got a situation over here." he called, his voice rising in pitch a little. 

Seeing Bon Clay hurry from behind the screen and look to you and Hilda you took a deep breath when his slightly worried filled eyes looked you over. 

"Would you like to tell him or should I?" 

Licking your lips you looked into his make up lined eyes, "I... I'm pregnant." 

"WHAAAA?!" 

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Waiting outside of the room Daz leaned against the wall with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest. He could hear the deep, growl of his Captain inside of the room and sighed as a choking gasp was heard shortly after. There went another one. Standing there for a few short minutes after he heard the thump he pushed off the wall and moved towards the thick wooden door. Opening it he saw only the back of the black leather chair, smoke coming up from behind it. Glancing down to the floor he rose a brow at the drained corpse laying there. "I take it he didn't agree to the terms?" he asked in a calm voice. 

"He thought he could get cocky with me." Crocodile responded in a cold voice. 

Humming Daz moved to the now empty sofa in front of the desk and sat down. "So what now?"

"Find me another person more suitable for the job." 

"You keep killing off people and no one will be willing to work for you." to this he only heard a grunt. That had been the fifth person to face Crocodile's wrath since they had settled on this island. It had been four months and one week since Y/n had been taken, sentenced to Impale Down and since then the man had changed. Crocodile had never been a people person, he was hard to understand and even harder to work for but once the woman had come into their lives he had become bearable, more reasonable. That had all changed now. Y/n had been the only person alive that had the ability to calm the beast that was Crocodile. Most wouldn't have been able to tell the difference but he could, he had known the man for close to ten years. He'd go to say that the man was even more cold now than he was during their time in Alabasta. Loosing his soulmate and child had changed him. When Y/n had been taken he was sure she took Crocodile's heart with her. 

"Why are you still here?" Crocodile asked, feeling the presence of his right hand man still in the room. When there was no response he puffed on his cigar, "If there is something you want to say, say it." 

Opening his eyes that had been closed he stared at the back of the chair and took a deep breath. "You can't keep doing this." 

"Going soft Daz? You never had a problem with the killing before."

"Before it was business, this time you are killing because you think it will help take that hurt away..."

"Daz." he warned, his teeth biting down on the cigar in his mouth. 

"Do you think she would have wanted you to become this? How do you think she would feel if she knew others were loosing their lives because of her.."

"Get out." 

Hearing the man's voice drop to an almost animalistic growl he closed his eyes and sighed. Standing he grabbed hold of the dehydrated body and moved towards the door, stopping in the frame. "She loved you and more than anything she wanted you to be happy."

His response was a blast of sand that was slamming the door closed, leaving him alone in the dim room. He listened to Daz's footsteps grow further down the hall before the sound of the main door being closed filled the empty manor. Staring out the large window he watched it rain, the sky darkening as the hidden sun made it's way below the horizon. Blinking slowly he breathed out the smoke that had been filling his lungs. Happy. She wanted him to be happy. He knew that, she made it obvious, always doing whatever she could to make him smile, to make him laugh. Closing his eyes he let himself drift back to those boring days on the ship. 

Writing in his log book he puffed away on one of his cigars. Rain beat against the ship that rocks in the rougher seas. It had been raining all day and he wasn't the only one that was bored, the sighing and groaning coming form the bed every few seconds proof enough. "You are acting like a child that can not go outside and play." 

"Better than being a grumpy adult like you." she grumbled. 

"I'm working." he told his soulmate but heard her only grumble even more. 

"It's so boring." 

"Draw something."

"I don't feel like it." 

"Read a book." 

"I already finished them all." 

Sighing he tapped his pen against his hand, "Find something to do, you are keeping me from my work." It was quiet for a moment and then she spoke again. 

"How much does a pirate pay for corn?" ..... "A BUCK-an-eer."

Blinking he adjusted the cigar in his mouth but didn't make another sound. 

"What does the sign on an out-of-business brothel say?" ........ "Beat it, we're closed." 

Biting down on the rolled tobacco he felt the corner of his lip tug upward but tried to focus back on his log pose. 

"How do you spot a blind man on a nude beach?"... "It's not hard."

"How did the pirate get his jolly roger so cheap?".... "He got it on sail."

Huffing out he wrote the events in his book. 

"What did one broke hooker say to the other?"... "Can you lend me ten bucks till I'm on my back again."

Not being able to stop the small chuckle that left his throat he stared at his book, wondering what it was he was going to write. 

"What the elephant say to the naked man?".... "How do you breath out of that thing?" 

Closing his eyes he rolled the cigar and shook his head, his lips lifting into a smile that he was trying desperately to hold back. Placing his pen down he plucked his cigar from his lips to tap it in the ashtray. 

"I would tell you a BDSM joke but I'm working out all the kinks." 

"If blue birds have baby blue birds and Robins have baby robins then what kind of bird has no baby birds?".... "Swallows." 

Laughing he stood from his desk and turned to walk over to the bed, his soulmate laying on it looking up at him with that carefree smile on her face. Laying beside her he held his head up in his hand, his left arm thrown over her with his hook by her hip. "Are you happy now, you've pulled me from my work again." he asked her. Feeling her hands wrap around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair, he saw her nod. 

"Just doing my job."

"And what would that be?"

"Making you smile."

Huffing he leaned down to meet her lips in a kiss.

What he wouldn't give to hear one of her jokes again. To see her smile, to feel her lips on his. He'd do anything to have her in his arms again. Give up this life, the life of a pirate, the life he'd worked so hard to achieve. He'd settle down on some rural island, work a farm like he did when he was a boy. They'd live a quiet life, raise their child together... probably make a few more. He wondered what they their children would have looked like. Would it have been a boy or a girl, a son or a daughter. He wouldn't have cared either way but he would have loved to have a boy, a son, someone to carry on his lineage. He wondered if they would have looked like him or her, maybe a good mixture. Her eyes though, he would want them to have their mother's beautiful eyes, those striking sea blue eyes that he could spend hours starring into. His favorite time to stare into her eyes were when they were making love, when she was looking up at him with him on top of her. Those beautiful eyes although lidded and hazy with lust always looked at him like he was the whole world, her world. It was a look he would never see again. 

Opening his eyes he stared at the droplets of water running down the window pane. Standing he walked from the room and down the dark hallway towards his room, his cold, lonely bed. Feeling that sharp clenching in his heart he grit his teeth, it was a pain that never fully went away but occasionally would worsen. He knew enough about soulmates to know that it was times like this when she was hurting, that she was suffering. Going to his bathroom to shower he removed his scarf and unbuttoned his shirt before removing his hook. Shrugging his shirt from his shoulders he went to unbuckle his pants when the pain in his chest became almost unbearable. Gripping the counter to hold him upright he closed his eyes. 

CROCODILE!

God it was like he could hear her screaming his name in his head. Gritting his teeth, the pain was suddenly gone and he was left feeling drained and alone. Alone, his inescapable fate.

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Staring down into the steaming water you rubbed your hands over your still flat stomach where life still grew. Your baby was alive. Hilda had confirmed it, he had even let you listen to the baby's light heartbeat. While Hilda had said that you were far underweight and so your baby was most certainly well below the size a normal four month fetus should be it was alive. You and Crocodile's child still grew in your womb. Biting the inside of your lip you felt tears fill your eyes. 

"Did he know?" Bon asked from where he sat a little ways from the tub. 

Nodding you swallowed hard and looked up to the man that had saved you from freezing to death. "We had just found out the night before I was taken. H...he was happy." you said before having to sniffle. Looking down you saw your tears fall to the water, ripples moving out to the rim of the wooden tub. "It's funny, I was the one that was unsure, worried about how he would react but he remained as calm as ever. H..he told me we would be okay... that we would take it on together." not being able to hold back your small sob you closed your eyes. "I..I'm sorry." 

Sniffling Bon shook his head. "No no. Don't apologize it's good to let it out." 

Wiping your eyes with your fingers that you were starting to get feeling in again you took a deep breath. "I think about him constantly... I didn't... before I didn't know if it was still alive. I know it probably sounds horrible but at times I wished it wasn't. It isn't that I don't want it I just... I didn't want it born into this. Now that I know though I... well I'm happy but at the same time it doesn't feel right. Croc he... he won't ever know... our baby will never know their dad. We'll never be a family." you cried. 

Dabbing away the tears that filled his eyes as he listened to Y/n's sorrows he sniffled. Looking down from the broken woman she finished he blinked. Silence filled the air for a moment before he shot his head up. "Yes he will."

Looking to the Queen you knit your brows. "Wha..."

Standing he struck a pose, "If it is the last thing I do I will make sure you and Mr. Zero are reunited."

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[jobean12-blog]

The Perfect Play

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,318

Summary: You and Bucky are part of the bridal party at Nat and Sam’s wedding, it’s been a busy couple of days leading up to it...Bucky started playing dirty so it’s time for payback. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club continuation of drunk drabbles and the sexy prompt below from @buckys-henley Thank you and I hope you like it! Thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Fluffy fun, LOTS of teasing, light dirty talk, foul play in the best way, implied smut ;) AND BUCKY IN A BOW TIE! 

Your phone dings with another text from Bucky, this time a goofy selfie with Sam in the background looking disgruntled. You can’t get over him in his tux, the bow tie sitting perfectly at the base of his long and muscular neck and his hair perfectly styled. “Fuck,” you breathe out.

Nat raises a perfectly arched brow, “you ok over there?” You look up, suddenly feeling too warm, “I’m fine, thanks, excited to see the boys.” She rolls her eyes but smiles, “ok ladies, let’s get this dress on.” You and Peggy successfully get Nat into her dress and she looks perfect. With one last check to everyone’s appearance you’re ushered out to the hallway, the first note of music making your heart skip a beat as you watch Peggy start walking.

When your turn comes you take a deep breath and place your heeled toe onto the runner, at first focusing on putting one foot in front of the other but then you lock eyes with Bucky and everything else melts away. Bucky’s tongue darts out to wet his lips as he gives you a once over, finally settling his heated gaze back on your face.

You make it up the small steps and stand in front of Peggy, dragging your eyes from Bucky to see Nat coming down the aisle toward Sam. It doesn’t last long, his stare like a blanket of heat over your body and when you look back his way he mouths, “you look incredible.” You smile and blow him a small kiss, letting your own eyes wander down his torso and long legs, hoping no one can see you squeeze your thighs together.

After the ceremony you’re pulled into a whirlwind of photos, greetings and smiles, only getting to talk to Bucky in some fleeting moments. You haven’t seen him for almost two whole days, having spent most of the day and night with Nat and the girls. Between his borderline sexting last night and this morning, you’re feeling some sort of way and decide it’s time for payback.

The photographer asks the wedding party to get together for some group shots and when you get yourself close to him he leans down to whisper, “I thought you weren’t supposed to look more beautiful than the bride.” You give him a coy smile, tracing your hand along his jaw and pretending to fix his bow tie. “Thanks baby, I do love this dress. And…” you pause, lightly brushing your lips to his, “it’s really comfortable, especially since I don’t have underwear on.”

You pull away and get into position, smiling smugly when you hear him groan next to you. They snap a bunch of photos and you have to split up again, throwing him a wave over your shoulder as you saunter off with an extra sway to your hips. Your phone buzzes in your small bag and you pull it out quickly, gasping at his words, ‘you better behave baby girl, or I’ll fuck that sassiness right out of you.’

Cocktail hour arrives and you’re famished so you fill a small plate with food and grab a glass of wine. Bucky slides up next to you, his own plate in hand, “hey beautiful.” You bring the glass to your lips, eyeing him over the rim while you take a sip, “hey handsome, I’m starved.” Grabbing a bite, you bring it to your mouth, moaning over the taste and tracing your tongue over your lips. “Delicious.”

Bucky’s eyes are dark as he watches you, “yea I bet.” He takes a bite of his own, some sauce dripping onto his chin. You take a finger and swipe if off, bringing it to your lips to suck it clean. “You’re asking for it aren’t you?” With another sip of wine, you shrug your shoulders and crowd him against the table. “Asking for what Buck?”

Your chest is pressed to his and your hand slips inside his tux jacket. His hand settles on your lower back and he lightly drags his fingers back and forth over your bare skin. Your fingertips dance along the waistband of his pants and you carefully press your hips into his crotch. Neither of you have said a word but you can feel the heat of his skin through the material of his tux, the front becoming tighter by the second.

He finally breaks the tension, “don’t tease me doll face, we have a long night ahead of us.” Thankful for your heels you kiss along his jaw to his lips, lingering for a moment in a soft touch, “mmm I’m looking forward to it.” With that, you catch Peggy’s attention and head in her direction, bending over to ‘fix’ the strap of your shoe. You twirl around with a smile, grinning wider when he discreetly adjusts himself in his pants.

The reception is in full swing and you’re seated with Steve, Peggy and the rest of the group. Your hand rests on Bucky’s thigh and you gently massage the thick muscle. His legs are spread wide under the table and you easily move your hand up and down his leg. As you slowly inch upward, Bucky closes his legs in a warning, but it doesn’t deter you, your hand already close enough to brush a finger over his crotch.

He sucks in a loud breath and you giggle into your glass. “You ok, Buck?” Steve asks, eyeing him warily. “Fine, I’m fine, thanks,” he mutters, grabbing your wrist. His cock throbs beneath your fingers and you shift closer to him, your voice husky, “are you having a good time baby?” He growls low, sending a shiver down your spine and it only fuels you on.

“I’m going to grab some more wine, anyone else want?” Pulling your hand free you walk to the bar and lean against it, getting the bartenders attention. Suddenly, Bucky’s large body presses against your back and you can feel how hard he is. “Do you see what you’re doing to me? I’ve been hard since you walked down the aisle.”

You softly suck on the skin of his neck, not caring if anyone sees, “I love it.” You turn your head to retrieve your drink and his lips close around the shell of your ear, “I know you do and you’re gonna love when I punish you for it even more.” With a wicked smile you rub your ass along the bulge in his pants and stroll back to the table.

With Peggy in tow you head to the bathroom to freshen up. When you return Bucky is standing at the far end of the hall talking with Clint. You make your way over and say hi, running your hand down Bucky’s chest, “what are you guys doing hiding over here?” Clint explains he needed a break from the Science Bros before leaving you two alone to get another drink.

You turn around in Bucky’s arms and bring your fingers to his lips, pushing them slowly open and watching his eyes widen when he tastes you. Sucking on them hard he closes his eyes, swirling his tongue around before releasing them with a moan. “Fucking hell, baby girl. You are in so much trouble.”

His fingers close around your wrist and he draws you into his chest, his lips devouring yours in a searing kiss. When you finally come up for air, he nips the swollen flesh, tracing over it with his tongue. Covering your body with his, he hides you from the wedding guests as his thick fingers part the silky fabric of your dress. He spreads your legs, collecting your arousal and circling your clit. Your head goes dizzy and falls to the crook of his neck, your breath hot on his skin. He abruptly pulls away and gives you one last scorching look before adjusting his bow tie and walking away.

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[pars-ley]

Unforgiving

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Summary: An intoxicated play fight with your roommate, leads you to realise, your sweet friend has a very domineering side to his personality. A side he’s been waiting to unleash on you.

Genre: One-shot / Friends to lovers / Romance / Smut 

Rating: 18+ (nsfw)

Warnings: Foreplay / Swearing / Dom Hoseok 

Word Count: 2142

Prompts: Steal the blanket again, I dare you. + It’s late, why don’t you try sleeping? + Well f*** me already.

Notes: Thank you to @unoriginal-username15432​ for beta reading and your helpful advice, you’re a sweetheart! 

A casual party at yours had resulted in numerous friends passed out drunk.

Two of your friends had taken over your bed and were out for the count, with their boyfriends sleeping on the floor beside them. 

As you stood in your living room, watching the sleeping bodies in various uncomfortable positions; one even on your kitchen table, you sighed. It had been a while since you had a party at your place and this scene staring back at you had just reminded you why that was. 

"I vote we tidy up in the morning." Hoseok, your roommate, said from beside you, his words a little slurred. He leans his head on yours, his arm around your waist. 

“Agreed.” You return his one armed hug.

“Thank you so much for this, y/n. You’re amazing.” He squeezes you tight against his side and it makes you smile.

“Hey, it’s not everyday one of your best friends gets the job of the century.” You nudge him playfully. 

“Choreographer Hoseok.” He sighs. “Who would have thought, huh?”

You point to yourself. “Er, me. I’ve always said you could do it.”

He laughs. “That you did.” Pulling back and staring at you, his eyes sparkling and pupils large. “I’m glad you’re in my life.” He adds quietly. 

Your mouth stretches into a grin. “I’m glad you’re in my life too, Hobi.” You reply, pinching his cheeks. 

“So, when you go on tour with these big k-pop groups are you allowed to bring guests?” 

He stands up straighter, frowning slightly. “You’d want to come on tour with me?” 

“Of course, that would be the opportunity of a lifetime!” 

He beams with that smile that can light up a room. “I mean, you’d probably be bored, it would just be watching me work.” He says, seeming so excited at the prospect of you accompanying him, it warms your heart. 

The idea of watching him dance everyday, watching the way he lost himself in the music, the way his body moved in unforgiving ways, had your heart and mind racing with excitement. 

“Yea, that and I can perve over all the hot k-pop idols.” You add, with a nudge to his side. 

His face falls a little as he sits on the arm of the couch. “Yea, of course.” Looking off into the distance for a moment before rubbing his face with his hands.

An awkward silence falls between you. You put it down to alcohol and tiredness. 

“It’s late, why don’t you try sleeping?” You say patting him on the shoulder.

He nods, getting up and closing the short distance between you. Then gives you a tender kiss on the forehead, cupping the back of your head and pulling you in. You linger there a moment too long; enjoying it more than you should. 

“Goodnight y/n,” He smiles but you notice it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you again.”

You watch after him as he walks off towards his room, combing a hand through his dark hair. 

God, what I wouldn’t give to have him look at me the way I desire, the way I look at him. 

He pauses at his door for a moment, then turns to look at you. “I just realised, your bed is taken, isn’t it?” 

You roll your eyes at the reminder. “Shit, yea it is.”

“Come on then. You take my bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.” He waves his arm for you to follow him.

“No, no, I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, absolutely not.” You interject, as you wander over, entering his room behind him.

He fumbles about in his chaotic draws. “Well, I’m not letting you sleep on the floor.” He chucks one of his t-shirts at you and a pair of his shorts. You’re quick enough to catch the shorts but the t-shirt pelts you in the face, provoking a huff to pass through your lips.

You blow a strand of hair off your face. “Well, we’re both adults, why don’t we both take the bed?” You ask and as soon as the words left your mouth, you wished you could take them back. 

He turns to you, eyes wider than usual and his mouth in a slight ‘o’ shape. 

“Sure.” He replies quickly, a little high pitched. Clearing his throat, he shifts awkwardly from foot to foot.

“I’m...just going to use the bathroom while you....change.” He announces as he swiftly leaves the room. 

You almost find it amusing, if you weren't so confused. It doesn't have to be awkward, does it? 

We're just two adults sharing a bed, that's it, right? Yes, because he's not attracted to me. The reminder snaps you out of your worrying thoughts.

You quickly undress, changing into his clothes, inhaling the scent of him from them and enjoying the comfort it brings.

You decide to make yourself comfy and sit on the bed, cross legged. Running a hand along the soft blanket under you, feeling almost like velvet to your touch and letting your thoughts run away with you. 

Imagine how this would feel, on my bare skin with Hoseok naked and entwined with me. 

You shake your head, hoping the tempting thoughts will rattle away.

A knock on the door sounds into the silence and Hoseok’s handsome face peers hesitantly through the gap. He coughs as he enters, clearly awkward.

You give him an encouraging smile. Stepping in, he removes his shirt as he walks carefully over to join you on the bed and sits, the mattress dipping slightly, causing you to tilt towards him. Your palm lands on his bare, muscular back as you steady yourself, the action causing both of you to freeze. 

“Sorry.” You say, snapping your hand back. 

“You can get in.” He says over his shoulder, lifting the blanket and giving you an opening. 

You slide your legs in slowly, continuing until you’re entirely horizontal. Your eyes trained on his broad, toned back as you watch how his muscles ripple as he moves. 

Hoseok gradually joins you, moving slower than you thought possible. 

You lie side by side, arms almost touching. Enough for you to delve your thoughts into your fantasy again. What his skin would feel like against mine. What his body would feel like weighed down on top of me. 

You began to feel a fire start within you. Pressure building in your core, a light throbbing. 

The heat radiating from him, making him seem more inviting, almost calling to you. 

Swallowing hard you try and push your thoughts away. 

“Goodnight, Hobi.” You whisper, your voice sounding hoarse and thick with want. 

“Goodnight, y/n.” He replied softly. 

Taking a deep breath, you turn your back to him, no longer able to feel his warmth and thankful for it. 

Although, the urge to reach behind you and touch him, grab his hand, stroke his side, was almost overwhelming. Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut in hopes that sleep will take you. 

You feel a gentle tug on the blanket and frown. A sharper tug this time and the blanket unravels across you. Whilst you were still mostly concealed, your left leg and arm were poking out. You pull back, managing to get a little more on your side. Hoseok does the same as you tug of war at the cover.

A loud sigh. “Steal the blanket again, I dare you.” His voice rings out, a hint of teasing in his tone but something about the dominance he resonates has your core throbbing.

You glance over your shoulder at him, eyebrow raised. That sounds like a challenge. 

Smirking, you give the blanket a swift, harsh yank, ending up with most of it cocooned around you snugly. 

Hoseok spins around in a flash and pulls it back, fighting your grasp. 

Both of you start laughing and yet, refusing to give in. He was so strong but you were determined. I must win. 

He grabs your fistful of blanket and attempts to pry your hand open. You squeeze it shut but to no avail, he’s too strong for you.

His wild laughter creating giggles in you to bubble up from inside. 

Spinning around to face him, hell bent on not losing, you claw at the cover. He manages to grab your hands, pushing you back down onto your back and pins them on either side of your head. 

Suddenly the laughter dies, as he hovers over you, face just inches away from yours. His ragged breaths fan your face. You look down at his soft, inviting lips. Tongue darting out to wet yours, at the sheer desire to reach up and pull him down to you to feel them against yours.

Before you can move, he’s there; right where you want him to be. Lips crashing against yours, hungrily. For a moment, you’re so shocked that it’s actually happening, you can’t move. Am I just imagining this? 

All at once, he’s gone. Your lips feel cold, your body feels bare and your wrists feel like spaghetti without his firm grip around them. 

“I—I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was th—thinking.” He stammers, from the other side of the bed, eye wide and hands shaking. “Please, I’m so sorry y/n, forgive me.” He pleads.

Your breathing harsh, body hot and core throbbing harder than ever, you turn towards him. This was it, the moment you had waited for. The chance you’ve wanted to take for years.

Pushing him down against the bed and straddling him before he has time to protest. He stiffens under you and you watch as confusion spreads across his features. 

Smiling at him, you dive onto his mouth. Your starved lips dance wildly with his, as your hands find their way through his hair. 

You feel him relax slightly and an arm snakes it way around your waist before he flips you onto your back again. You groan with excitement, loving the way he throws you around so effortlessly.

Grabbing the back of his neck, you pull him closer to you, until your bodies are moulded together. Enjoying the taste of him, savouring it as it’s something you’ve desired to know for years. 

He pulls back suddenly, leaving you needy and wanting. “How much have you had to drink y/n?”

Whilst you had been drinking, it was nowhere near the amount anyone here had consumed. You’d drunk enough to have the confidence to do this, but sober enough to know you want this. You always want this.

“I’m not drunk Hobi, I’m thinking clearly.” 

He raises an eyebrow, staring at you with suspicious eyes. “I’m finding that hard to believe right now.”

Feeling his erection pushing into your thigh, you could hardly breathe with yearning, let alone think straight in this moment. “Hobi, please. I want you so badly. I’ve wanted you for a long time.” You thrust your pelvis up, groin rubbing against his hard dick to try and entice him, while giving yourself some needed relief.

He moans, eyes rolling back in his head as he pushes himself against your swollen clit. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted those words to come out of that pretty little mouth of yours?” He whispers, voice thick with lust. 

His dark eyes burn into yours with such an authoritative hunger you feel yourself quiver with excitement beneath him. 

“Well, fuck me already.” You say blankly, challenging him.

He growls, a sound so sinful you feel your core clench in response. 

Your heart pounds in your ears as his hands gently grab your wrists and pin them above your head. The slight pressure he applies is enough to make your throbbing core magnify. 

“I’m going to make you beg first. I want to hear your whiny little voice begging to take this dick. Then, just maybe...if you’re a good girl...you’ll get it.” He says in your ear, voice low and dangerous.

He watches you as he slowly trails one hand down your arms, over your breasts and skimming your waist. When he reaches the waistband of your shorts he tugs them down. 

You lift your hips to assist. Each time you inhale, you breath wobbles with anticipation.

He pushes your legs apart with his knees, making you whimper, looking down at you, your arousal visible and slick along your folds. He groans.

“Are you sure you won’t be the one begging, Hobi?” You raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

His ravenous stare snaps up to your face as his hand travels up your thigh at an agonising pace. He places his fingers at your slippery entrance and rubs tiny circles, barely making any friction. 

You writhe under his touch, wanting more, needing more. The heat inside you almost at boiling point already. 

“You’re going to regret that, baby girl.” He smirks.

Notes: Thank you for reading! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

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[magniloquent-raven]

Fic Writer Questions

i was tagged by @cherry-toxic and @gideongrace ty both 💕🥰💕

How many works do you have on AO3?

15

which is a relatively small number but sometimes im still like, holy shit i finished 15 whole fics lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

68,299 (time to post a 701 word fic and then never post again i guess)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

well this is about to get mildly embarrassing lmfao. ive only got harry potter & stranger things fics on my ao3 and tumblr but if you want a full list, as a teenager i posted a shitty borderlands self-insert fic on quizilla, and hiccup/jack frost fic on ff.net.

and if u count fics that never got finished or published anywhere i dabbled in teen wolf, supernatural, dragon age, star wars, left 4 dead 2, skyrim, good omens, the mcu, buffy, wynonna earp, plus like, general disney/dreamworks crossover fic. and i started writing shameless fics recently, we'll see if i actually finish any. aaaand...i think that's it?

so...15?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Wait for you, Burn for You

2. Find Our Way

3. Something to Hold

4. Room for One More Troubled Soul

5. Don't Know What I'm Gonna Do (About This Feeling Inside)

all harringrove fics except #4, which is probably only on the list because it's been on ao3 the longest lol

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

oh god, i used to. i did when i was starting out, but then i just. i get self-conscious about what to actually say & leave shit to sit for too long. and suddenly ive got like 100 comments i havent replied to and i want to respond to them so bad but ive left them so long i feel weird about it now and it's a problem 😥

i want to start responding to them again, and every time i get a new one i tell myself im gonna but i never do cuz im fuckin awkward lmao

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

i......don't really do angsty endings. like, most of my fics end with smooches and/or love confessions lmao, i don't like leaving things off sad, even if it starts depressing as hell.

maybe this one? it still ends soft but without resolving the thing billy was angsting about, so.

Do you write crossovers? If so what's the craziest one you've ever written?

hahahhha.............i don't really do them anymore, but i already said i was into the whole animation movie crossover thing, so. yeah, i did lol. it was when i was in high school so of course i did one that was like, every disney character ever and they're going to school together. which really isn't that crazy a concept, but it was a lot of movies to write in so maybe that counts

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

nahh, not rly. i don't get around enough to attract anti attention lol, tho i did get one of those "👎" comments when someone was going around doing that, which lbr, is so low effort it barely counts 😂

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

yea sometimes. i do get the occasional horny idea lmao. mostly "what if touch-starved character + tenderness" or someone having lots of feelings while they're fucking. someone is usually billy lbr. i've also got a couple "what if someone got tied up and treated right" ideas but i don't think i've actually published any of those lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

don't think so?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

i have not

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yea, kinda! a collab with a friend of mine for fun

What's your all time favourite ship?

i...don't know? i get emotionally invested in characters more than the relationships themselves lol. i don't even know what ship i've been invested in for a long time, most of the shit i shipped as a kid i don't give a fuck about anymore lol.

except fuffy, actually. i've always shipped buffy/faith

and if we wanna go with fandom i've actively stuck with the longest it'd be harringrove. cuz ive been here and writing shit for yall for over a year now when i usually would've cycled thru a couple fixations by now lol

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

that's a mean question lmao how dare you. i honestly don't know, i have a lot of wips and i want to finish all of them. i know i won't but there isn't one specifically that seems less likely than the others so idk

What are your writing strengths?

uhhhhh.....i mean i've been told that my characterization is good? like, ppl being able to picture the actual characters when they're reading n stuff, so that's nice. and i could write introspection forever, u don't even know man, i get in the zone. i love getting in a character's head and picking apart their emotional state

What are your writing weaknesses?

writing dialogue really trips me up because i get picky about word choice lmao. i can be writing uninterrupted for twenty minutes cuz it's all a character's inner monologue but the second they gotta speak out loud im sittin there like ok what words sound natural and how much would they be willing to say etc. etc. suddenly it's an hour later and i've written three lines of dialogue. plus i tend to edit as i go so i'm always stopping and going back and rewriting stuff instead of just finishing the damn story

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

no thoughts head empty

lmao for real tho idk? i mean there's that one trope, when someone says nice stuff in a language the other person doesn't speak because they're pining and not sure if they're allowed to say it outright, that shit's cute. im sure all the google translated dialogue has been annoyin as shit for native speakers lmfao but yeah

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

probably harry potter but i literally have no idea. i started writing fic in my early teens and that time of my life is a big fuckin blur lmao

What's your favourite fic you've written?

ngl i think my fav fic is one of the multi-chapter wips i haven't published lmao

BUT. if i gotta pick something yall have read, this one. just a lil guy. plant dad billy and domesticity. it's cute and i like it. maybe also this fic that i wrote for valentine's day. i wrote basically the whole thing in one day and i was really proud of myself lmao, and i just really like headcanoning backstory for billy & that fic is rly just about him growing up, so

tagging @rvspberryjvm @wingedbears @paperbodiesamongthestars @platypan

if yall wanna! 💕

[starlit-scarlet]

Chapter 10

The Trio-Part 6

Word Count: ~8k

Please see my note regarding this fic here.

Starved Menu

The trip back to the festival Isa spent mostly in silence, as the group enjoyed the remaining moments of their temporary freedom from responsibility. Isa herself was content in simply relishing in the company of her friends as she listened to Hange and Isabel chatter away.

Those two are so similar, it’s no wonder they get along.

She noticed that Furlan kept glancing her way, and she wasn’t entirely sure why.

Is he thinking about the other night when he and Levi both saved me from Derek? Is he worried that Derek will try something again, maybe on the expedition tomorrow? Is he maybe worried that something else will happen?

It’s definitely a possibility. The majority of these expeditions results in a large amount of loss. I have first-hand experience with that.

Why does he keep looking at me?

She sent him a questioning look and was amazed when he simply looked away, the faintest pink tinging his cheeks.

Isa wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, so she brushed it off to being in the sun for too long. Perhaps his skin hadn’t adjusted yet after living in the Underground for so long.

She moved Luna next to him. “You alright there Furlan?

He jolted, not having expected her to move beside him. “Y-yea.” He cleared his throat. “I mean, yes, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just curious, you seem a little off.”

He gave a nervous laugh. “Just thinking about the expedition tomorrow.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“No, just a bit nervous I guess.”

She raised her hand and hesitated, before placing it on his shoulder. When he tensed, she just assumed he wasn't used to people touching him. “I can’t tell you that it’s going to be okay. Anything can happen out there. All I can really tell you, is listen to your squad leader, and don’t do anything stupid. Even though Flagon is a giant asshole, he’s not going to risk your lives out of spite.” Isa didn't want to admit that she was worried as well, knowing it wouldn't make him feel any better. She focused on reassuring him instead.

He gave her a kind smile, but his eyes were unreadable to her. “Thanks, don’t worry, we won’t do anything stupid.”

“Good.” She smiled warmly at him, missing the way he swallowed when she did.

By the time they arrived to base, night had fallen and Isa made her way up onto the roof. The day out had left her both exhausted and energized, and she wasn’t yet ready to sleep.

Sleep meant the time would pass. The faster time would pass, the sooner the day would be over, the sooner the expedition would come.

She wasn’t ready for the day to be over with.

As she sat, silently enjoying the night, Furlan came to join her. She was surprised at how close she’d grown with him since he'd joined. He’d helped her in more ways than she’d ever expected, between coming to grips with Lucy’s death to understanding Levi to protecting her when Derek tried to assault her.

She smiled at him. “You feeling any better about tomorrow?”

“A bit.”

Isa could tell there was still something on Furlan’s mind.

“I hope you know, that after an expedition, the superiors have us clean the entire base, top to bottom.”

Nothing, no reaction.

She turned her head to look at him. “Hey, you alright?”

He turned to look at her. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

She nudged him with her shoulder. “Well you’ve been awfully quiet since you came up here. Hell, I brought up cleaning just to test you, and you didn’t even flinch like you normally do.”

He gave a mirthless smile. “…I guess you could say I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Is it about the expedition? As long as you guys follow orders and don’t do anything stupid, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

He looked at her, eyes serious. “You know you can’t guarantee that.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to stress. Stress leads to overthinking, and that’s the last thing you want to do out there.”

Furlan grew quiet at that.

She chewed at her lip. “Is it something I can help you with?”

“I just…I think I want to stay in the scouts.”

That took her by surprise. “What do you mean? You guys have already joined.”

What does he mean by that? Is he not officially a scout yet? Are the higher ups waiting to see how they perform first before fully instating them in the Scouts?

He ran a nervous hand through his hair. “It’s not really something I can go into too much detail on, but just know, whatever happens tomorrow, I fully plan to stay in the scouts.” He looked at her, eyes as serious as she’d ever seen. “And just remember this…we’ve always done what we had to do to survive, to get out of the Underground.”

Her brows furrowed in concern as she took in his words. “…Sounding super cryptic there, but alright.”

Furlan looked relieved at that. “And there’s one other thing.”

Isa looked at him with a raised brow. “And what might that be.”

He looked to have an internal debate about what his next words would be. To Isa’s surprise, instead of speaking, he leaned in and grazed his lips across hers.

Isa was stunned. She’d never expected, never thought, that a man would want her, not in this way. All those sharp barbs from when she was younger had long since been firmly rooted inside her, keeping her constantly engulfed in self-doubt.

She hadn’t been kissed since that first night when Derek tried to take advantage of her, but this was Furlan, her friend. She hadn’t even known he wanted to do this. Hadn’t known he felt this way.

Did she feel the same as him? This kiss was different than that one, almost asking permission to even be doing so. Where Derek had tried to take what was never offered, Furlan was silently asking if she was even alright with this. His hand had come up to lay gently on her cheek, fingers stroking ever so lightly.

She was, but she didn’t feel anything. She would have thought she would feel some sort of heat or rush. That’s what you’re supposed to feel when you’re kissed right? She thought she would have felt the same feelings coursing through her as she did whenever she was around Levi.

Furlan seemed to notice that Isa wasn’t responding, and he pulled back, giving her a sad smile. “It’s him isn’t it.”

It wasn’t a question and Isa didn’t need to clarify who Furlan was referring to, but that didn’t mean she was ready to verbally acknowledge this, she had yet to even admit it to herself. “What? N-no…I don’t know—"

Seeing through her, he gently cut her off, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Look, don’t worry about it. I just…didn’t want to go out there tomorrow and potentially die without letting you know…how I feel. And well, I’m not always very good with words. Better than Levi, but still. I felt that showing you would speak more than my words could ever say. We can’t control who we want, so don’t worry about it.”

Not wanting to answer him, not even knowing how, she pulled him back in for another kiss, desperate to try. Desperate to feel something for someone who actually wanted her. Desperate to feel something other than the confusing emotions that piled up in her when she merely thought of Levi. She thought maybe if she kissed him again, and meant it this time, something would light up inside her, a flicker, the smallest ember, something. And even if she didn’t feel anything in return, she was also desperate to give him something, just in case.

She didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, so she was willing to give him this.

When her lips met his, she heard him gasp, surprised by her movements, but he quickly recovered. An unsteady hand made its way up to her head, gently tangling itself into her hair, pulling her ever closer. His lips were tender as they moved over hers, and when his tongue gently requested entry, she opened to him, allowing him to further deepen the kiss.

She had no idea what she was doing, and she was afraid of messing up. Furlan was the first person she’d ever willingly kissed, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. She just followed him as he guided her, held her as if she were something precious to him. His other hand had come up to gently lay at her waist, a subtle weight that barely registered.

His lips were soft. That was the first thing she noticed. She hadn’t expected a man’s lips to be so smooth. Sure, they looked that way, but looking at something and feeling it were two completely different things.

She had thought that she would feel something, some kind of warmth, electricity, a spark, something. Furlan’s kiss was gentle, soothing, sweet, just like the man himself. Yet she didn’t feel the rush that she felt simply from being around Levi.

The kiss was nice. But that was it. Nice. No sparks, no feelings, no overwhelming desire. Nothing.

When he pulled back a second time, he gave her another small smile, eyes full of sadness but also, understanding. “I know, it’s okay.” His hand gently brushed the hair from her face, before grazing his fingertips along her cheek.

Leaning back, he accepted that she was not his to touch, not his to hold, not in the way he wanted. Whatever way she needed him, he was happy to be that for her. He would do whatever he could to protect her, for whatever time he had left.

She groaned in frustration and confusion, burying her face in her hands. “I just…why can’t I want this? You accepted me with no problem. This would be far easier.”

It was just her luck that she didn’t want him. Because here was someone who finally wanted her, the way she’d always dreamed but never dared to hope. But she didn’t feel the same. Life could be so cruel sometimes.

He draped an arm over her shoulder, as he’d done so many times in the past, providing her a simple comfort. “Like I said, we can’t control who we do or don’t want.”

“But I don’t even know what I want or if I want anything from…him.”

He paused, gathering his thoughts. “Levi…he’s had it rough, for reasons I can’t share. He cares more about others than he lets on. Just…if something happens between you two…don’t hurt him. He’ll do just about anything for someone he cares about, and being betrayed by someone he cares for kills him inside.”

Isa gave a small chuckle. “I bet he would kill you if he heard you saying that.”

“Oh most definitely.”

“Furlan…” He hummed in response. “I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arm around her tighter, pulling her close. “Don’t worry about it. Some things just aren’t meant to be. If it’s any consolation, I think you would be good for him.”

She let her head rest against her friend’s shoulder, a warm comfort settling over her. “I don’t know how I feel about him. It’s…confusing. Even still…I don’t think he would ever want someone like me."

He pulled her back, giving her a serious look. “Don’t say that. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

She gave him a meek smile and looked down at the ground below, avoiding his eyes. “There are things you don’t know about me, and I think if you did, you wouldn’t be so quick to say that.”

He gently took her chin in his hand, raising her head so her gaze could meet his. “Isa, listen to me. I’m no stranger to having to do what’s needed to survive. I can assure you, nothing in your past is going to top anything in ours. We’re not going to judge you.” His eyes were earnest, emphasizing that he meant what he said. “And Levi would be the least likely to judge anyone for shitty things in their past. I’m going to give you one little secret about him. He’s the type of person where loyalty goes a long way. If you can show him you’re loyal and trustworthy, then nothing else matters.”

She snuggled back up against him, eyes drooping. “Thanks Furlan. I know you say you’re not good with words, but you always know what to say to make me feel better.”

“One other thing. I…I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow.”

She gave a sleepy yawn. “None of us do.”

“Just…let me get this out. If something happens to me or Isabel, or both of us, don’t give up on Levi. I need to know that he won’t be alone.”

“If I survive, then yes, I promise.” And with that, she let the exhaustion take her, and fell asleep, resting on her friend’s shoulder.

Neither of them ever noticed the dark figure lurking in the shadows behind them, watching them, seething, plotting.

~ - ~

The next morning, Isa awoke in her bed.

That’s odd, wasn’t I on the roof last night? Did Furlan carry me here?

She was still torn over their kiss. She wished that she had felt something. It would have been so much easier that way, to want someone who wanted her.

And yet her thoughts still strayed to Levi.

What did Ethel call him? An enigma? A mystery. Is that why my thoughts are constantly drawn to him? Why I find myself watching him in training? Out on the grounds? In the mess hall?

Feeling ridiculous considering that it was the day of an expedition, Isa shoved the thoughts of Levi out of her head, forcing herself to get up and start preparing.

She went through the same routine as she had the first expedition, making sure to spend extra time preparing Luna.

All too soon, it was time to join the other scouts so that they could head out. Now seated astride Luna, she guided her to stand beside Hange and her horse. Even though the two of them were on different squads, she enjoyed riding beside her until they reached the gates.

They rode in silence as the scouts made their way to the gates of Shiganshina. Isa appreciated that Hange wasn’t talking. She loved her friend dearly, but right now, she needed quiet.

She was nervous about this expedition, worried. Her first expedition was not a good one, and the memory of Lucy dying still weighed heavily on her mind.

Who else will I lose? Will I die?

A dark cloud began to form over Isa's head.

She knew her squad mates were strong, but anything goes outside the walls, especially in the first expedition. She remembered the week before her first, how they’d been told that most new recruits don’t survive their first one, but their chances of survival for future ventures increase if they manage to make it through the first.

She’d managed to survive the first one somehow, yet she knew that still didn’t make her untouchable.

And what about the three new recruits? This was their first expedition. Sure, all three of them were beyond talented and skilled, but even the most elite scouts had fallen in the past.

What if I’m doomed to watch everyone I care about die?

Before she knew it, they’d arrived at the gates. Her stomach was in knots, and she turned to face Hange.

“Hange.” Her friend turned her head to meet Isa’s eyes. “Be careful out there.”

Hange gave Isa small smile. “You too.”

She faced forward once more, and willed her stomach to loosen. As the sound of clanking and spinning gears filled the air, the commander gave another speech, in an attempt to boost morale. She let the words fill her, trying to push past her fear.

When the commander shouted ‘move out,’ she nudged Luna forward, taking her place with her squad as they rode through the gates.

She looked beside her and saw Levi staring up as the sky unfolded before him. His eyes had widened, jaw dropping ever so slightly.

Her breath caught in her throat from the sheer beauty of seeing his handsome face so mesmerized. It had lost its normally neutral expression, and it reminded her of that first night so long ago, when they’d first watched the sunset. Except even then, his face hadn’t held that almost serene look she saw on it now.

The wonder in his face made him look infinitely younger, the hard lines it was normally set in having faded away.

He’s breathtaking.

She flushed as the unexpected thought appeared in her mind out of nowhere and flushed even harder when she realized how long she’d been staring.

Hoping that no one had noticed she faced forward.

Focus Isa, you’re literally outside the wall where death can happen at anytime, and you’re sitting here staring at him. Have you no shame?

Despite her embarrassment, she chuckled to herself at Isabel’s excitement when she heard her call out ‘whoa, amazing!’

Isa remembered how it felt the first time she rode through the gates, and she imagined similar sensations were running through them. Levi’s softly murmured ‘it’s not bad’ held thinly veiled amazement.

She had to admit, the colors surrounding them were spectacular. The bright oranges, reds, and yellows filling the trees up ahead were framed by the brilliant, bright blue of the sky. The colors of the fallen leaves painted the ground surrounding the trees.

You have a point Isabel.

Amazing.

Of course, Sairam had to ruin the moment with his usual attitude. Isa had to hold back a harsh retort when he yelled at them, telling them that a few Underground punks don’t stand a chance. She got where he was coming from when he said that even elites had fallen. It was true. But he could have been less of an asshole about it.

Then again…it was Sairam. Isa didn’t think he knew how not to be an asshole.

She laughed when Isabel told him that if she beats the titans, then that would make her better than the elites. She loved her spunky nature and how she never held back.

As they rode past a grove of trees, a titan appeared out of nowhere. She watched as a group of scouts went to take care of this one, and when the second titan appeared from behind it, her skin prickled.

Something is different about this one.

When the titan failed to follow the scouts attempting to lure it away from the supply wagons, it hit Isa.

This one is an abnormal! Shit!

She watched as a group of scouts were taken out trying to slay the titan.

A rush of fear ran through her as she watched Levi, Isabel, and Furlan dash towards the abnormal.

No! Wait! What are you doing! Flagon didn’t tell you to go! Didn’t you see that titan just take out those scouts?

She wanted to cry out for them to come back, but she reeled it in, not wanting to distract them. The slightest distraction can be fatal when approaching a titan. Besides, she needed to stay on course with the rest of the scouts and trust that they would be alright.

Despite telling herself to trust them, the heavy cloud above her stayed ever present.

When the trio rejoined them, she released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

They made it.

The dark cloud above Isa only grew as they rode on, her stomach twisting in knots. Thankfully, the rest of the ride to the castle ruins was quiet. Except, this only succeeded in making Isa more antsy, more on edge. In that first expedition, it was also quiet the majority of the first day, and then chaos hit on day two.

What if something happens tomorrow? Or even tonight? Sure titans generally don’t move at night, but what if there’s an abnormal that does? Anything goes, anything can happen out here. Last time we were surrounded early in the morning. What if that happens again?

Later that night, Isa had found a room on the second floor of the castle, away from everyone else, where she sat herself against the wall for some quiet. She was furiously writing in her journal, consumed by the emotions coursing through her.

Ever since they’d left Shiganshina, the dark cloud above her had only grown when she watched her friends take on that titan without even thinking about it. It had been festering all day, to the point where it was consuming her entire being.

She’d never felt worry and fear like this before. Was it worse because she now knew what it was to lose a comrade to a titan? Watch them get devoured?

Losing someone as an adult is different from losing someone as a child.

So absorbed in her journal, she didn’t notice when Furlan stepped into the room. She jolted when he sat down next to her and looked up to meet his worried eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Her voice cracked a little at the word, but she was determined to hold it in, despite the fact that there were fissures forming in the barrier holding back her tears.

She looked back down at her journal, not wanting him to see the turbulent distress in her eyes.

A gentle hand turned her head back to look at him.

“If something is bothering you, you can tell me. It’s okay to lean on a friend sometimes.” The concern in his face threatened to break her.

“H-how can you still want to help me?” Her lip quivered as she spoke, voice trembling.

A gentle thumb stroked her cheek, wiping away a lone tear that had slipped past her wall. “Just because you don’t feel the same for me, doesn’t mean I’m going to stop being your friend. What kind of person would I be if I did that?”

What did I do to deserve a friend like this? To deserve any of them?

Every bit of grief she’d tried to hold back, all the anxieties, her insecurities had accumulated over time to the point where she could no longer hide it.

The dam burst, and she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his neck as she sobbed.

“I’m just afraid. Losing Lucy was hard. I…I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose anyone else. All of you, Hange, Isabel, you, even Levi in some way, Sherri, even though she hates me, all of you mean too much to me. I don’t know if I can take it if I lose anyone else. Anything can happen out here.”

Isa could tell that Furlan was clearly taken aback and wasn’t sure what to do, in the way he awkwardly moved his arms around her in a loose hug, but she couldn’t pull back now. Having reached her breaking point, the tears poured out of her, months of pent-up fear, worry, frustration, loss flooded out of her.

She hadn’t cried like this since the day she’d gone to Lucy’s grave and Hange had held her, but even then, the emotions she felt then paled in comparison to the waves now crashing through her.

She didn’t know how long she sat there, sobbing into her friend’s neck. He’d gained some confidence and had wrapped his arms tighter around her, now stroking her back lightly, offering her whatever comfort he could.

She pulled back and looked at Furlan, her friend. Oh, how she wished she could return his feelings.

Adding guilt to the mix didn’t help.

He met her eyes, unsure of what to say to comfort her. “I can’t tell you that we won’t die tomorrow, no one knows that. But you’re strong, I know you are. You’ll pull through it if something happens.”

She sniffled. “How can you be so sure?”

He took a cloth from his pocket, using it to gently wipe at her tear-stained face. “Because I’ve seen it. That time when I found you in the stables, even though you were upset, you still managed to get through the day. That day, when we went to the festival, you still managed to laugh, despite everything you’ve been through. You’re a fighter, like Isabel, like Levi, like me.”

She looked into his calm gray eyes, and desperately wished that she could feel something. All she felt was a comforting warmth, the same she felt around Hange or Isabel, the kind felt around close friends.

Her eyes threatened to well again. “Furlan, I’m so sorry. I wish I could give you what you want.”

He sat her comfortably on his lap and just held her close. “Stop apologizing, it’s okay. Whatever way you need me, I’m here for you.” He grabbed his cloak and laid it gently on her.

“But it’s not fair to you.”

“You’ve given me more than I could have ever hoped for.” He stroked her hair. “Sleep now.”

Too exhausted to question what he said, she allowed herself to drift off in the comfort of her friend’s arms.

~ - ~

The next morning, Isa felt somewhat embarrassed at having broken down in Furlan’s arms. Not only that, but the immense guilt she felt in how willing he’d been to be there for her, however she needed. She didn’t know a person could do that when they felt something more for a friend. She would have thought he wouldn’t want anything else to do with her after she’d rejected him.

He’d held her all through the night, and that couldn’t have been comfortable.

‘Whatever way you need me, I’m here for you.’

How can a person want more from someone and be willing to accept so little?

Isabel came up to Isa, breaking her from her thoughts.

Isa was immediately concerned to see she had a serious expression on her face, more serious than Isa had ever seen.

“Isabel, are you alright?”

The girl seemed to think hard about what she was going to say next.

“Isa, I don’t know what’s going to happen today, or if Furlan and I will survive. I know that Levi will, he’s so strong, the strongest person I’ve ever met, but I worry about him if something were to happen to us. Can you promise me something?” Isabel's brows were furrowed in concentration and worry.

“Of course.”

“Can you promise not to give up on him? I know he’s not the easiest to be around, but that’s just because of everything that’s happened in his past. Even if it doesn’t seem like it, he cares a lot about others. Just, watch out for him, please.”

“I promise. But you guys are going to be fine.” She knew she shouldn’t say something like that, no one knows what’s going to happen outside the wall. But she wanted to soothe the girl’s worries. She seemed so distraught at the thought of Levi being alone, and it was so unlike her. “I’ve seen you guys train, and you three are really strong. But if it makes you feel better, I promise that I won’t leave him alone, no matter how hard he tries to push me away.”

Isabel's arms crossed tight in front of her, as if trying to warm herself from the chill that came from fear. “I just worry, because Bro isn’t exactly the type to go seek out comfort. If something happens to us, he’s going to rein it in and lock it up tight, like he does with everything else.”

Isa gave her friend a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, if I survive this, and he’s the only one left, I won’t abandon him.”

Isabel wrapped her arms tight around Isa. “Thanks Sis.”

Soon, it was time to move out to their next destination. Isa rode alongside Sofia and Ingrid, the three young women constantly monitoring for the appearance of titans. Levi, Isabel, and Furlan, were somewhere up ahead of them. Derek, Sairam, and Flagon somewhere towards her left.

After maybe half an hour of riding since leaving the castle, Isa noticed a giant storm cloud in their path.

That cannot be good.

It didn’t take long for the rain to fall from the clouds, dousing everyone.

Shit, this is the worst possible thing to happen outside the walls. With such a low range of visibility, we won’t see the titans until they’re right on top of us!

It didn’t help that the flares weren’t working, as the colored smoke did nothing more but wisp away in the rain.

How long until we run into titans?

Almost as soon as she thought that, a titan appeared in front of her, poking its head through the fog and rain, a sinister grin on its face. As Isa cried out in surprise, Luna reared up, throwing Isa off of her before bolting.

Normally the horses held up well around titans, but this had taken the mare completely off guard, not having expected it, and she’s still an animal, and animals have instincts to flee from unexpected danger.

As Isa fell to the ground, the breath knocking out of her, a crashing realization hit Isa.

They were surrounded. With the pouring rain, her worst fear had been confirmed. No one had noticed the swarm of titans heading their way until it was too late.

Looking around, she noticed that someone had taken care of the titan in front of her, leaving it to steam away in the rain. She saw that Flagon’s squad was one of many trying to fight off the horde, but she noticed they were missing some members, making it more difficult than it should be.

Where the hell are Furlan, Isabel, and Levi? Where did they go? Did something happen? I haven’t seen them since we left the castle.

Isa didn’t have much time to wonder for her friend’s safety given the current situation. She was alone. The others were occupied with trying to stay alive. And there was another titan heading her way that she needed to take care of. Now. The lack of trees made it difficult to find a place to hook onto.

She only had herself to rely on in this moment. As horrifying as that seemed, she needed to shove that fear aside if she wanted to live.

She decided that her best course of action would be to slice the heels, like she had in that first expedition.

Back after that first expedition, she had asked Sofia about this maneuver, and her comrade had made a good point. When you’re out on the field without any trees or buildings, it’s difficult to maneuver up to the titan’s neck, especially if they’re swinging their arms. Slicing their heels brings them down to a level where the scouts can more easily get to the nape.

It’s dangerous, but Isa didn’t have much choice.

She made quick work of slicing through the heels, followed by the nape, finishing the beast.

As she landed, she looked up to see Isabel and Furlan rejoining them, entering the fray of titans surrounding them. A rush of relief flooded her followed by concern when she noticed that Levi was missing.

Why isn’t he with them? Did they get separated?

She watched as Furlan’s horse was startled by a titan that appeared out of nowhere in front of him. The stallion fell to the ground, landing on top of Furlan, trapping him underneath its body. As she watched the titan reach its hand down for his struggling form, she started running, in a desperate attempt to reach him in time.

No…please no.

Looking on, she watched as Isabel flew in, a red-headed blur, attempting to save her dear friend.

~ - ~

Isabel looks on at the scene unfolding in front of her. Anger fills her small body as she watches the titan reach down to grab the man she’s come to love as a brother. One of the best men she’s ever known.

That’s her brother. One of the few people who’s ever been there for her. She can count on one hand the number of people she can depend on, and Levi and Furlan are always first.

She’s lost track of the number of times those two have saved her. Saved her from herself. From others. From everything.

Like hell if she’s going to sit here and watch him die when she can do something about. If Levi is still out there hunting for Erwin and those damned documents, then she’ll take his place and save everyone.

A flood of determination pours through her body spurring her to move forward. She’ll take it upon herself to do what Levi would do. She swiftly flies through the air, slicing the fingers off the titan. She latches her hook onto the titan’s arm, swinging up and around, aiming for the titan’s neck.

As her momentum carries her down, she slices down with as much force as she can muster, landing swiftly on the titan’s back.

She miscalculates, hitting the titan’s upper shoulder instead. She looks at the gash that should have been on the nape in horror, realizing her fatal mistake.

She makes to run up the titan, up to its neck. She slips on some rain that had collected on its back, slamming her head against its body, leaving her disoriented as she rolls down its back. Her eyes blink open to the sight of a second titan eyeing her with a voracious grin on its face.

Her eyes widen in horror and fill with tears as she realizes she’s trapped, with nowhere to go.

She thinks back to her time with her family, and how much she’s going to miss them.

Furlan and his kind-hearted nature, always willing to help others when he can. Never one to watch someone suffer. Someone you can depend on, no matter what.

Levi. A kind, sweet soul at heart, hidden by a gruff exterior brought about by years of trauma. The most loyal person she’s ever met. He saved her from death all those years ago, when she was nothing but a half-dead runt on the cold streets of the Underground.

Their adventures in the Underground, soaring around as they fought together to survive the hellish life they’d been given.

That moment when they’d finally made it out, so close to the freedom they’d longed for.

She loves them both immensely, her brothers, her family. She only hopes they can make it out of this mess, and finally be free.

Her final breath is spent calling out for Levi, as the titan slams its mouth onto her tiny body.

~ - ~

“Isabel!!” Isa shrieked as she watched the titan devour her friend.

No! This can’t be happening! I-I was just talking to her not even an hour ago! This can’t be real! I’m dreaming right? This has to be a dream!

She couldn’t mourn for long, Furlan was still in trouble. He’d managed to pull himself out from under his horse, but his gear was malfunctioning. Desperate to not let another friend die, she made to run towards him again, but a hand on her arm stopped her. Turning, her heart slammed into her throat as she met the vicious eyes of Derek.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to stay here and watch him die. I told you, you will be mine.” His voice was dark as his grip on her arm tightened.

Isa looked in horror as Flagon zoomed in slicing the nape of the titan attacking Furlan, but he’d made a mistake. He hadn’t noticed the titan that appeared behind him, grabbing him from the air as he completed the cut. Isa watched as the titan bit down on her squad leader.

Another one, gone.

She turned and glared at Derek. “Are you happy? Look at what you did! We could have saved them both, and now our squad leader is dead.”

A resounding crack filled the air as Derek’s hand smacked across Isa’s face, drawing the attention of Furlan.

“I saw you with him the other night, you little slut. You think you can tease me, have your little thugs beat me up, and then get together with him.”

She shrank into herself at the hostile rage simmering in his eyes. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. P-please, we’re in the middle of an expedition and we’re surrounded by titans.”

She hated what she turned into when he was around her, this quivering, weak mess, unable to defend herself. She didn’t understand what it was about him that rendered her completely useless and meek.

Desperate to get away, she made to zip off to attack the next titan, but something stopped her. She realized that he still had a grip on her arm, and when she looked at him, his face had turned menacing and maniacal.

He’s lost it.

Pure hatred filled his gaze as something inside him snapped. “If I can’t have you then no one can!”

To Isa’s horror, Derek pulled a knife from his pocket, using it to slice through the straps that held her gear onto her body and shoved her into the path of a fast-approaching titan. With that, he zipped off, leaving her to die.

She was too stunned to try to move out of the way, frozen in place. Without her gear, she was defenseless. She turned her head and saw Furlan’s horrified gaze meet hers as the titan reached down to grab her in its hand.

~ - ~

Furlan watches with bated breath as Derek cuts through Isa’s gear and pushes her into the oncoming titan. When her frightened gaze meets his as the titan reaches for her, an energy surges through him like he’s never felt before, as terror and panic fills every fiber of his being.

His gear is broken, so he doesn’t have much time to act before the titan pulls her up out of reach. Sprinting faster than he’s ever gone, desperation ever prominent on his face, he pulls his blades out of their holster, preparing himself as he moves to fulfill his promise to protect her.

Isa is barely a few feet off the ground when Furlan leaps up and slices through the arm holding her, his blades snapping off with the force at which he cut. He watches in relief as she falls back to the ground, safe.

He fails to notice the titan’s other arm swinging down.

Time seems to slow as he feels the titan grab him with its uncut arm and starts lifting him to its mouth. Without blades, there is no hope for him.

And it is in that moment, that Furlan understands the depth of his feelings for the woman. He finally is able to make sense of the emotions and sensations that course through him whenever in her presence. Whenever he thinks of her.

He realizes that somehow, over the course of his time in the Scouts, he has fallen in love with this sweet, witty woman. And the awareness of it comes crashing down on him.

What he had thought was a simple crush, nothing more than an attraction, had actually been a deep-seated love that he’d never felt before. That he’d never expected to experience.

He can’t determine when it happened.

Perhaps it had been in that moment when she’d radiantly smiled at him for something as simple as naming his horse and his heart had lurched at the sight.

Perhaps it had been when he’d seen her pinned up against the stable by the same man who had just shoved her into a titan, and he’d been overwhelmed by a need to protect like he’d never felt before.

Perhaps it had been shortly after, when he’d felt her small hand grasp onto his shirt, trembling in fear. And later, when he’d held her gently in his arms, and she’d felt so fragile and precious, he’d wanted nothing more than to cherish her.

Or perhaps it had been at the festival when her beautiful laughter had rang through the air, a joyous, lighthearted, musical sound like he’d never heard before that had reached down to caress his soul, reaching depths he hadn’t known existed.

The way her face had lit up in that instant, he’d wanted to spend the rest of his moments trying to get that same brilliant light on her face again, for her radiant being could brighten even the darkest of rooms. The darkest of nights. The darkest of souls.

When it had happened no longer mattered. At some point, his heart had become hers.

Two nights ago, he had accepted with ease that she would never be his. Some things just aren’t meant to be.

He only hopes that she can be happy. Whether it be with Levi or with someone else, he hopes that she can find joy and love in her life.

For she has given him a gift that he’d never expected to receive. Hadn’t known he’d wanted. She’s given him, some lowly thief from the Underground, someone to love, in a way that’s different from the love he felt for his family, when he had forever thought he’d never be capable of feeling something so special.

Even though she doesn’t feel the same for him, he is forever grateful to have loved her, for the brief time he has known her.

He truly believes she can bring light to Levi, the way she has to him.

He watches as his best friend, the man he’s come to know as a brother, looks on in horror as he runs, desperate to reach him in time.

He accepts his fate with open arms, happy that the woman he loves is safe, with another chance at life.

Feeling no regrets, he waves a hand in a sorrowful farewell to his brother, and to the woman he loves, welcoming the engulfing darkness.

~ - ~

Time almost slowed to a standstill as Isa watched the titan that had been meant to eat her slowly raise her friend to its mouth. She didn't feel the tears running down her face. She was frozen, couldn't even scream out in agony.

She was sitting on the ground where she’d fallen after Furlan had saved her. As she watched Furlan meet a cruel and unfair fate, she could feel the slightest hint of pain in her foot where she’d landed on it breaking through her stupor.

His blades had broken when he’d sliced through the titan’s arm to save her, and she had no way to save him, her gear was lying in a heap where Derek had cut it. Through tear-filled eyes, she watched in horror as Furlan, accepting his fate, waved goodbye to both her and Levi.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away as she watched the titan swallow him whole. She felt something break inside her at the realization that he’d saved her life by giving his own.

Wh-why did he do that? Why did he save me? He sacrificed himself…for me? Why?

She barely registered when Levi sliced through the titan’s neck and stomach, pulling out Furlan’s corpse.

When she saw his mangled, severed body, a harsh reality hit her, and she was overcome by the sudden urge to vomit.

That would have been me if he hadn’t saved me. But…why?

She saw the pieces of what was left of Sofia, Ingrid, and Sairam, and she fought back the urge to scream.

Gone, they're all gone.

She watched as Levi obliterated the remaining titans with a speed and strength she had yet to see from him. She wasn’t sure if he had seen what happened, if he had been there to watch as Derek tried to kill her and Furlan sacrificed himself to save her.

Isa felt her heart break for Levi when he reached down to Isabel’s severed head to close her eyes. When he reached down to pick up her necklace, she felt a desperate need to go to him, hug him, comfort him.

‘Bro isn’t exactly the type to go seek out comfort.’

Those two were his family.

She heard the sound of approaching horses and turned to see Erwin’s squad approaching. Hange was on her horse, and when she saw Isa, she jumped down and raced over to her.

“Isa, are you alright?”

Isa looked at her friend helplessly, the pain and grief swirling through her. “I…I don’t know.” She felt like she was about to break, but she knew she couldn't, not when it was daytime and she was outside the walls. She needed to keep it together.

'You're strong, I know you are.'

“Can you walk?”

“I…I don’t think so. I landed on my ankle when I fell, and it hurts to move it.”

“Let me help you up.”

Hange draped Isa’s arm over her shoulders, pulling her friend to her feet.

As she stood, she heard Levi’s voice, having dropped to a menacing growl like the one she’d heard that night with Derek. “I’m going to kill you, you bastard. That’s why I’m here.” She could hear the currents of grief underlying the anger in his voice.

She turned to face him and saw that Levi had Erwin pinned against the ground, Levi's blade held at bay by Erwin's hand.

She was stunned to hear of Levi’s true mission to joining the Scouts, and that Erwin had known all along.

He…he was sent here? To kill Erwin? Who sent him? Was that what Furlan was talking about the other night? He said they’d done what they’d had to, to survive.

I can understand that. That need to survive and do whatever it takes to be free.

When she heard Levi say it was his fault, his pride that had killed his friends, she wanted to go to him, reach out to him, shake him and say that it wasn’t his fault. She didn’t want him to go down that dark path like she had. She knew that if he let himself succumb to that dark guilt, it would eat him up from the inside out, leaving him an empty shell if he wasn’t careful.

Erwin was quick to correct him, with a fierceness she’d never seen from him as he yelled, “It was the titans!”

Erwin reminded Levi of the Scouts’ mission. That they do this to answer all their questions about the titans. His voice was forceful as he spoke, reminding them that there are people inside the walls who stay away from danger, content in remaining ignorant, but if everyone stays ignorant, they’ll never make progress and will never be able to defeat the titans. His words resonated with her, and in that moment, she truly admired the Squad Leader.

Isa listened at Erwin's final words. "If you begin to regret, you'll dull your future decisions and let others make your choices for you."

She watched as Levi gazed up into the sun breaking through the clouds, brows knit in concentration, lips parted. Isa realized that something in Erwin’s speech must have clicked inside of him, because he dropped his blade onto the ground, accepting Erwin’s request to join the fight for humanity.

As Isa hobbled to Luna with Hange’s help, she spotted two things on the ground. She paused to pick them up, trying to avoid looking at what was left of her friends, and spoke to Hange. “Help me over to Levi.”

When she reached the man, his back was facing her as he was about to hop onto his horse. She lifted a shaky hand up to his shoulder and he flinched.

He looked over his shoulder in question.

Without saying a word, she held out Furlan’s pocket watch, and Isabel’s bracelet, the two gifts she’d given them, knowing that they belonged to him now. The bracelet’s clasp was broken, and it must have fallen off of Isabel before she died.

When he only stared at the items and made no move to take them, she grabbed his hand, and gently place the gifts in it.

Unsure of what to say, she let Hange lead her back to her horse.

The entire ride back to Shiganshina, the same question kept whirling in her mind.

Why did he sacrifice himself…for me?

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