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airbendertendou · 1 year

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i can’t die! [i’m all in.] ♡ chishiya shuntaro

anon requested : Hi Author! Can you please write (if it's okay) a fanfic about chishiya, Where the reader was chishiya's girlfriend before the borderline, they were supposed to meet in somewhere but the meteorite fell just before they did, and they meet again for the first time in the jack of hearts game? I know this isn't very detailed and I'm so sorry for that ;-; thank you author

song inspo ; coin by iu

synopsis : seeing your arranged boyfriend-of-sorts in the borderland’s is nerve-wracking. especially when he sees you’ve befriended a serial killer.

gender neutral reader, [name] used in place of y/n, platonic!banda - he might b ooc but idc <3, reader wears an oversized cardigan

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

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“Will you get out of my way?” You shove the tall male to the side playfully as you fasten the collar around your neck. Banda’s eyes met yours and you grinned mischievously. “This place remind you of anything?”

“You’re so funny,” he replies blandly. The prison around you is cold and you’re thankful for the cardigan you’ve kept all these weeks. You follow behind Banda as he walks up the stairs, eyes on the floor as you anticipate your newest game. “Jack of Hearts — what are you expecting?”

Thinking the question over briefly, you speak monotonously, “Russian roulette, probably.”

“I wouldn’t be so lucky.”

Eyes are on you both as you walk into the main hallway. A girl in a blue dress catches your attention, then a sweet looking guy in yellow and overalls. Your eyes drop to the floor again as the automated voice goes over the game and the rules. A subtle nudge against your shoulder catches your attention. Banda speaks without moving, “you and me?”

“That’s what I was planning, doofus.”

Your gaze drifts around the room again as people begin to pair up. Banda wanders off, exploring the area you’re locked in indefinitely. A white hood catches your attention, eyes following down their figure until you’re met with analyzing eyes and a familiar smirk. Your lips part, “Chishiya?”

As if he can hear you, the man tilts his head at you before walking off with his chosen group.

Banda has collected a new person to join your duo — the stranger looks you over before grinning shyly. The hair on the back of your neck stands up, distrust crawling up your spine as you smile back. Meeting Banda’s gaze, you knew he was just as wary.

The killer — because that’s what he was in the other world and this one — slinks up next to you slyly. “See anyone you know?”

“Maybe,” you’re looking around once more, observing the way everyone interacts. Inclining your body slightly to the right, your eyes meet Chishiya’s. “Him. We were… together, in the other world. Something our parents agreed on.”

Banda lets out a mischievous snicker before leaning closer to you. “How cute. And he hasn’t come to say hello? Pity.”

You glare his way, wedging your elbow into the right side of his ribcage. The timer goes off then and you scamper over to an empty cell to give your card suit. As you exit your cell, Chishiya is idling in front of you curiously. He sways before speaking, “you know he’s killed people, right?”

“At this point, I haven’t met anyone here who isn’t a murderer.”

The blond hums before his gaze drifts, landing on something over your right shoulder. You know it’s Banda, looming behind you as he usually does. Chishiya looks to you again and speaks before his group comes to collect him. “I look forward to your survival.”

You find yourself in the cafeteria, stuffing snacks into the pockets of your cardigan for later before grabbing a drink and something to eat right then. Banda is sitting against the wall, staring ahead at Chishiya as you sit beside him. A pack of cookies lands in his lap — Banda doesn’t flinch as he peels the snack open and begins to eat it.

“Do you have to stare?” You mumble. Matsushita hadn’t returned from his bathroom break yet and you found relief in his absence. Another chip is placed in your mouth as you glare at Banda — he was still staring Chishiya’s way. “You have a crush on him or somethin’?”

Before he could answer, a body is slammed next to yours. Looking down, you see a man sweating and crying as another looms over him menacingly. Banda slides up beside you, whispering a small, “lie to him.” in the man’s ear. You look away from them and see Chishiya looking at you again, judgment clouding his eyes as you don’t speak up against Banda.

You grumble, “already startin’ shit and we just got here.”

“The game had to start sometime.”

As time passes, players dwindle slowly until the number hastens. There are only six of you left now — Chishiya’s partner couldn’t handle the pressure of the games, it seemed. Banda and Matsushita tell you your symbol — “club.” — before Banda breaks away from your group. You can feel the former’s eyes on you as you take sips from your drink, unnerving every inch of your skin. He interrupts the silence with a brutal curveball. “He’s lying to you, Banda. Your symbol is spade.”

“Why would he lie to me?”

“Maybe he thinks you’re the Jack,” Matsushita grins. Then he shrugs and leans against the wall beside you. “Or maybe he’s the Jack and is just trying to get rid of you. Who knows.”

You hum, tilting your head playfully. Of course you don’t believe him — strangely, you hadn’t doubted Banda since you got here. “What a waste. After we stayed allies for so long, he’d choose to get rid of me now?”

Matsushita’s eyes widen briefly at the new information before he snickers. “What a waste, indeed. Guess he doesn't cherish your friendship after all.”

Walking away from the liar, you find yourself alone in the cafeteria. Well, you thought you were alone — Chishiya announced himself by reaching beside you for a pack of crackers. “Running around without your guard dog now, hm?”

“You can't talk,” you respond. “All alone, lingering around here like a ghost. Spooky.”

Your back is to the shelf of food as Chishiya begins to crowd your space. He hums while pouting his bottom lip, looking everywhere but you. “How’d you end up with Banda anyways? You were on your way to meet me.”

“We made a deal,” you shrug. By the tilt of your voice and raise of your eyebrows, Chishiya knows you’re lying. He stands quietly, taking one step closer to you. “Okay, fine. I threatened him and demanded we team up.”

“Of course you threatened a murderer.” Chishiya lets out a laugh just as the five minute warning echoes around the prison. He tugs on the cardigan you’re wearing, eyes softening at the sight of the worn fabric. “Think this is mine.”

“It might be,” you push off of the shelf and side-step the blond. You catch a glimpse of Chishiya’s symbol and are opening your mouth before you can think. “It’s diamond, by the way. Your suit.”

“Yours is club.” You nod in confirmation and it piques Chishiya’s interest. “Someone tell you different?”

“Matsushita tried to say Banda was lying to me. But, Banda knows better,” you glare. “I’ll break his kneecaps if he tries to kill me.”

Chishiya’s quiet laugh seems to echo in the desolate cell. It’s all you can think about — all you can remember as your fingers dance along the knit cardigan you’re wearing. After this — if you survive this game — you want to go home. You want to go back with Chishiya and watch that movie you were supposed to meet at.

It’s no surprise to see Matsushita being cornered by the three others. He did freak you out — and he tried to get you killed. You eye his frightened expression lifelessly before speaking. “Can we take those snacks downstairs with us? I ran out of food a few days ago.”

— BONUS —

You’re sitting beside Chishiya’s hospital bed as the news begins. Absent-mindedly, you hand him a slice of the fruit you were eating as the news reporter begins to speak. A picture of a convict pops up along with the news story. “...Banda is still missing. We are asking everyone to be cautious and be safe. We’ll have the week’s weather up next.”

“You know…” you narrow your eyes at the picture of the man. Something about him looks familiar — it sends a tingle of awareness through your mind the longer you stare. “I think I could take that guy in a fight.”

Chishiya turns his head to you stiffly, furrowing his eyebrows. “He’s a serial killer, [name].”

You shrug, “I could do it.”

— ♧ ♡ ♢ ♤ — this wasn’t really fluffy or romantic but i wanted to write a goofy n playful reader so <3 might b posting an aib series soon, so keep an eye out for that! forever taglist : @straysugzhpe & @star2fishmeg <<33

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silentium-symphony · 5 months

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So This is... Lust (Link x Reader) SMUT

(a/n) ya'll, i finally finished it ToT i'm so sorry for the wait, but it's finally here now! i had so much fun writing this!

i took a look at my schedule for next semester and i have *a lot* of free time, so hopefully that'll mean more time to write and, in extension, finally open up my inbox for requests!!! i've never done requests before at least on this account because i was always so busy. i'm not too sure how much time my new research position will take up (i was told it would be time-consuming, but i'm not sure how time-consuming), so i'll keep you guys updated!

as always, i hope you enjoy this ~steamy~ oneshot! and remember: if you are a minor, do not interact.

cw: afab!retainer!reader, reader wears a dress, link masturbating to the thought of you :), mentioned reader masturbation (like one line), cunnilingus, missionary, mentioned doggy, overstimulation, tried to make link a soft dom heheh, swearing, dirty talk, dumbification, fingering

wc: 6.5k

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"(F/N)?" Zelda slinked her back against her chair, sinking into the worn, plush cushion that coddled her stiff vertebrae.

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Please prepare the horses... We're going to take a little walk." She pinched the bridge of her scrunched nose. "If I am to look at these documents a moment longer, I believe my head will explode."

"But Your Highness, Link should be coming any minute now. We must discuss the security details for the upcoming ball." Your usually terse expression softened at the royal's groan. "But we can go out afterwards.”

"Yes, you're right... Apologies (F/N), I completely forgot about that meeting. Will anyone else be coming?"

"No, Your Highness. It will just be—“

Knock knock knock!

"Ah! Perfect timing." Zelda tapped a thick, disheveled pile of documents against her desk into a more manageable bundle. "Come in!"

The brass doorknob shifted slightly and clicked open, revealing Hyrule's most renowned knight. A pair of cobalt eyes went from you to the Princess and he bowed wordlessly.

"Link. Thank you for—“

A loud bang, then wood stuttering against stone, quickly followed by the airy splish of dozens of documents fluttering to the ground. You dove across the desk, grasping a few documents you were lucky enough to catch and watched the rest pool by the table’s legs.

"Oh Hylia—!”

"Your Highness! Are you okay?!" Your hand flew to the staggering princess, documents be damned; Link sprung to Zelda’s side and placed a restful hand on her shoulder.

"I-I'm fine, really...” She muttered, rubbing her sore knee. “Goodness, I'm so sorry for the mess. Let me clea—“

"Absolutely not, Your Highness. I’ll take care of it." You cut, already circling the desk and shuffling the disarrayed documents on the floor. Link joined you on his hands and knees, carefully scooping up piles of paper onto the desk and into your arms. A jolt of electricity shot through your heart as you felt worn leather chafe against your skin. You turned away, 'looking' for other scattered documents, and coughed out,

"Thank you Link, but please don't worry. I can take care of this."

A determined look gripped his features as he stared and shook his head. Without uttering another word, Link once again began gathering the parchment. A soft sigh left you, and an even softer smile graced your lips.

"Can you hand me that document, please? I think these go together... Oh, and... these have matching headings, so I'll take that and you can have those..."

Even in her mildly frazzled state, Zelda wasn't blind to the faint red that whispered the surface of your cheeks when Link got a little too close, or the shifty flash of Link's blues whenever your fingers 'accidentally' grazed his. As much as she wanted to jump in and rectify the mess she made, maybe... She should sit this one out. Enjoy the show. Or better yet... Hm... When was the last time you and Link had a day off?

In no time at all, all correspondence was off the floor and either in your arms or on the desk. Your fingers flew this way and that, reorienting texts right side up and shuffling this paper behind that, and this one goes over here, and wait… Shouldn’t these be bundled together?

"Once again, I apologize for the mess I had created. Thank you both for cleaning it up."

"No worries at all, Your Highness." You finally looked up and cast a warm smile at the knight. "Thank you for helping me, Link."

A bashful grin cracked the stoic man's lips and he awkwardly rocked his feet. All that extra motion certainly drew attention away from the fists tightening behind his back. Zelda cleared her throat and eyed some documents pertinent to the upcoming social.

"Right. Now that that's all settled, let's get down to business."

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"A-Ah... Mmph..."

The knight threw his head back, feeling his temples drum in time with his cock. Sweat dewed his ivory skin and his Adam's apple bobbed a name he dared not utter, lest someone discover the target of his hidden fantasies. A scene from earlier that day has been playing in his head on repeat, fueling the sensual fantasies that has drawn him awake past the midnight hours; his fist thumped faster against his thighs and his back careened toward the ceiling.

You—gorgeous, gorgeous you—bent over a desk grasping desperately for a document fluttering to the ground.

With slight modifications, of course. The hem of your dress pooled about your hips—hips he oh so desperately wished to sink his teeth and fingers in—your hands tied prettily against your lower back as he thrusts into you again and again, his fingers tenderly coaxing your feathery soft hair... But the best part? You looking back at him, tears stinging the corners of your eyes, and his name spilling out of those plump lips he yearned to taste.

He could hardly remember what the Princess had told him. Something about the security details for the upcoming ball, but Hylia only knew if he retained anything past that. All he could think of was you, you, you—the Princess's loyal, respectful, diligent, beautiful retainer. How he craved your presence! If only you knew how much he liked you! Oh, the things he dreamt of doing to you.

"Ngh... (F-F/N)...!"

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The garbled talk of Hyrule's high society bounced off the castle walls and the guards' helms, which flickered bright flashes of torchlight. A pair of cobalt eyes flitted about every corner of the room, filing away mental notes of the ball's invitees and the stream of people that flowed in and out of the ballroom. Link scooted along the wall—weaving around young, giggly wallflowers and decrepit, lonely barons in search of another wife—always making sure you the Princess stood in his line of sight.

After sending you away to drop off another gift at the crowded gift table, Zelda turned around with the polite smile most nobility had during these sizeable socials. She caught eyes with her loyal guard and slowly made her way over, skillfully avoiding conversation with the withdrawn, mysterious grace of a royal. Eventually, she found herself at the side of one of her most trusted confidantes.

"Link, I believe the next song shall be a waltz. Do you still remember how to dance?"

Link nodded dutifully, sensing an incoming question. Is Her Highness hinting that she wants him to ask her to dance...?

"If so, why not dance with (F/N)?"

Link, who happened to be swallowing his spit as she said that, hacked it all back up and proceeded to draw the most distressing and deprecating attention an introvert could draw to themselves in a single night. He turned to her, lovestruck panic evident in his eyes, and shook his head like a wet, storm-logged puppy.

"Now now, don't be shy! I'm sure she'd be happy to share a dance with you."

"Your Highness! There you are." A bright voice from yonder drew closer to the duo, and Link could feel himself shrinking. "I've been looking all over for you. Why are you all the way over here? Have you grown tired?"

The torpid, repetitive chords that most patrons had droned out this part in the night livened into a steady waltz. Link could feel Zelda's smirk and knowing gaze burn into the side of his head.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, but I assure you I'm fine. I just wanted to have a little chat with Link. But (F/N), you should dance! Enjoy yourself! You've been working far too hard these days."

"Thank you for your concern, but I would feel better if I were attending you."

"(F/N), don't be like that." She squeezed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "I'm saying this more as a friend than your queen. Please go have some fun. Maybe you'll meet your Prince Charming, just as you've always hoped you would.“

"Zel—Princess!" Your heart dropped to your stomach and a pair of hands immediately flew to cage Zelda's arms. "T-That was so long ago—I mean, I was only a little girl and—!"

A genuine, lighthearted laugh alighted your friend and she gazed at you with a sisterly fondness.

"Just teasing. It's always so fun to do so."

"Your Highness..." Your head hung as low as your spirits as you felt Zelda's frame shake from a stifled laughter.

"Your Highness?" All eyes turned to the clear, bold voice a few bodies past you. "Can I have this dance?"

The young suitor flashed a kind, dimpled beam as he held out a gloved hand to Zelda. The royal returned her own practiced, elegant smile and took his hand.

"I would be honored." She turned to you. "My apologies. I'm afraid I must go. But do have fun tonight, okay? You deserve it."

And with a swish of her gown, she was escorted through a parted sea of people to the middle of the dance floor. She locked eyes with you for a second, and cast a knowing tilt towards him.

You two were locked in a domain of stiff silence, both looking helplessly towards your mutual friend who had seemingly forgotten all about you. Link's timbers began shivering like no other as he replayed a thousand ways this night could go.

Freeing himself of his chains of self-doubt, he pushed himself off the wall and slowly made the short way over. Your heart had practically stopped pulsing while Link's was pounding away all breath from his lungs. He felt a sickly pallor drain his cheeks; he silently thanked the gods for the bright lights that filled his cheeks with artificial ruddiness.

"(F/N)...?" You turned, your thundering heart almost drowning out the Hero's squeak. "Can I have this dance?"

Pure, unadulterated sincerity crinkled Link's eyes, which held a certain life-like sheen typically absent for the soldier; for the briefest of moments, you felt that you were allowed a glimpse into his heart. Fighting the urge to scream 'til your lungs gave out was the understatement of the century as you dipped your fingers into his palm.

"I would be honored."

The small, anxious smile widened into one of pure delight as he led you further into the ballroom. He pulled you into the fringes of the waltzing couples and placed a steady palm close to your shoulder blades, inadvertently pressing you closer to him. Clothed fingers weaved through your own and pulled your hand away from your trembling frame. You could only hope he couldn't feel the aggressive thumping in your chest.

"Are you okay?" His voice rumbled in your ear.

"Y-Yes!" You blurted suddenly, your nerves not quite heeding your volume. You were practically melting from the stinging, judgemental stares thrown your way and you swallowed thickly.

"Yes, I'm okay. Thank you for your concern."

"We don't have to do this for very long if you don't want to." He muttered, his hand slipping to your waist as he dipped you. Your delusions led you to believe that his eyes lingered on your neck a moment too long... But surely your eyes were just playing tricks on you.

"It's just... Well, I'm rather nervous, so..."

You slowly turned your gaze upwards, peering through quivering lashes and fully expecting the knight's visage to be contorted in mockery; you were pleasantly surprised that his eyes held nothing but warmth for you.

"I understand." He effortlessly guided your next movements into a spin. "How can I help you feel more at ease?"

"Mm..." You unknowingly gave his shoulder a light squeeze, causing Link's heart to flutter. "Would it be all right if we talked some more?"

"Of course. What would you like to talk about?"

"Well... I've actually always wondered this, but have you always wanted to become a knight?"

"Hm... That's a good question." He chuckled, his hot breath tickling your cheekbones. "I wasn't particularly against it. As you may know, I come from a long line of knights, so it was only expected that I became a knight too."

"How did it feel when you found out you bore the legendary Triorce?"

"... Surreal." He concluded, a glimpse of wistfulness in his eyes. "My life hasn't been the same since."

"Oh... I'm sorry if this brought up difficult memories."

"Not at all!" His tired eyes snapped to life. "Yes, training became much harder after that and the pressures of the throne are very much there… But it wasn't all that bad. After all, I got to meet you—“

At the utterance of the last syllable, Link's face twisted into horror; not even the bright, warm lights could disguise his drained cheeks. You felt your entire face engulf in flames and screamed your heart out smiled shyly.

"That's... really sweet of you, Link. Thank you."

He cleared his throat and desperately wished for a Link-size hole to swallow him up this very second. Every gear in his brain cogged away as he chose his next words carefully.

"You and the Princess seem close."

"Yes..." A bittersweet comfort gripped your heart as deeply cherished memories flashed through your mind. "We were girls together."

"How long have you been her retainer?"

"Since we were very young. Like you, I come from a long line of individuals who serve the royal family and, well... Zel and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember."

"'Zel?'"

"O-Oh!" Panicked side glances jittered here and there; you let out a deep breath, thankful that no one heard your insubordinate casualness. "Please forgive me. That was a nickname I used to call Her Highness."

"No worries. I just... thought it was very cute."

The both of you were completely oblivious to the crimson that coated the other's cheeks—how could you be when your own face ran hotter than the lava at Death Mountain? You were startled out of your mushy haze with a bright, chime-like laugh.

"Her Highness was right. You are fun to tease."

Before you could retort some type of response, the ensemble played its final note. While all the other couples were separating and bowing to their dance partners, Link was quite slow to release you, and you were even slower to leave his arms.

"Thank you for the dance, Link. You are a wonderful dance partner."

"Likewise," he straightened his back, "I hope we can do this again."

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Gods, you wanted to go to bed.

Your nice, warm sheets were all you could think of as you clicked the door to the Princess's bed chambers shut. You threw your arms above your head and groaned out the tension that had carved its way into your joints.

Your feet automatically led you down the long winding corridor, past the soldier's quarters and towards your—

"Mm... F-Fuck..."

Wait a damn minute.

Your feet ceased their dragging as a voice that sounded eerily similar to a certain Hero echoed nearby. You gripped your chest, as if that would quiet the thundering pounding in your ears.

… Silence...

Were you losing your mind?

Chalking whatever... that was to your perverted imagination, you once again began your trek towards—

"Ah...!"

—Link's room wait since when did you start moving in this direction oh gods oh Hylia

"Mmph! Fuck- yes- hah..."

The noises were undoubtedly coming from his room, your ear pressed against the door confirmed that. Your hand flew to your mouth as your knees locked in place, your ears feasting listening to the sinful whimpers and pants of Hyrule's sword and shield. You were thrown into the deep end, drowning in a cacophony of your own thoughts.

What the fuck holy shit what the fuck holy shit what the fu Was he alone? Wait, but the bed squeaked just now, so does that mean he’s with someone? And if so, who? But if he's alone... Who could he be thinking of?

This was wrong. This was so, so wrong of you to be violating his privacy like this. You would be mortified to learn that someone was listening to you pleasuring yourself—everyone's entitled to have these moments to themselves. So why couldn't you just... walk away?

"Mm... Oh, (F/N)..."

... Huh?

“I need you I need you I need you…” He slurred with sloppy breaths. Shame swelled within you as a wet heat pooled between your legs and wickedly delightful thoughts ruminated in your mind. Your chest constricted, sensing the crossroads that would undoubtedly decide your future relations with your long-time crush; you toyed with either option as carefully as your lust-hazed brain would allow. With your heart mere moments away from seizing, you carefully lifted your hand, suddenly aware of every muscle needed to execute the simple motion.

Four docile raps lisped the wood. You froze, the veil of sensuality finally lifted from your senses as the gravity of the situation bucketed you like cold water. Oh gods, what have you done? Your heart raged against your ribcage and beckoned you to flee! Run! There’s still time, go!

A quiet click.

A pair of blown-out pupils amidst a thin strip of blue peered out at you.

“L-… Link?”

“… Yes?”

You listlessly felt yourself move forward; sex-clung darkness draped over your bodies as you pushed yourself through the door, slamming your lips against his in heated desperation. Link returned your fervor with a fluidity that made you wonder if he’s fantasized about this as much as you have. You cocked your heel against the door, shutting out all unwanted light to carry out your feral desires in the dark.

He pressed you against the thin slab of wood, rough hands claiming residence in the plush of your hips while his lips conveyed a primal urge to claim. You didn’t hesitate in welcoming his tongue, feeling the hot muscle drag against your bottom lip and wrapping itself with your own in a sloppy but passionate dance. Thick golden locks tangled your fingers and you pulled him closer, closer, closer until his muscly frame was melded into yours.

He departed from your lips and quickly found refuge in the crook of your neck. His hot breaths dragged across your flushed skin, sending an anticipatory chill down your spine as he speckled your softness with nips and butterfly kisses. Large hands explored what they could, never settling in one place for long while his lips began imprinting deeply-colored marks by the junction of your neck and shoulder. His grabs and kneads were desperate, as if he fully believed that at any moment you would depart from him forever, leaving him with a ghost of what could have been.

Your chest heaved into his. Colors you’ve never seen before danced before your eyelids in a pandemoniac parade while hellish flames seared through your core. Link lapped and kissed and teethed your neck, relishing in the bit-back mewls that occasionally leaked out of you. The moonbeams that had passed through the clouds applauded the red desire he worked into your skin and Link felt a surge of boldness rush through him. After speckling your rising and dipping chest with his spit, he dropped lower and lower.

The cold absence of his hands didn’t go unnoticed by you, and before you could process what was going on, the unfamiliar cold that whipped your exposed legs pinched a yelp out of you. In one smooth motion, the Hero of Hyrule was under your dress and kissing the pillowy softness of your thighs—as he always dreamt of doing—silently worshipping Hylia’s masterpiece.

And oh, how he worshipped you. How each fiery, wet kiss was a prayer of gratitude to the goddess for creating someone like you. How every bite, every mark he left you with was all in the name of you, his true deity, and your moans that served as his gospel. By the end of the night, he was determined to have you chanting his name like some mantra that would bind you two past a one night stand.

Your heart roared in your ears, anticipation for where his lips would fondle next nearly causing the overworked muscle to implode; your legs nearly gave out when you felt his teeth graze the edge of your drenched panties. The lace dragged and coiled into a thin strip as Link buried his face into your sex, relishing the ambrosia he was to partake in. Before that though, his lips traced a languid line to your hips, which was promptly suckled and bitten with the gentleness of a doe. His fingers hooked themselves under your panties and, with painfully slow movements, dragged the nuisance down your hips, your thighs, and finally, the ground. With all obstacles out of the way, Link turned his attention back to your throbbing lips, licking his own with the hunger of a starved animal.

He wasted no time in burrowing himself into you, tonguing and lapping the juices that have dared to slip out and refusing to waste a single drop. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he completely lost himself in you, rubbing tight circles into your clit with his thumb while drinking up whatever you could give him with his mouth. You bunched the noisome fabric about your waist, desperate to sink your fingers into his hair. He chuckled at your slightly buckling knees, and a wonderful idea flashed through his head.

He threw one of your legs atop his shoulder, and his heart nearly gave out from the sheer joy of seeing you spread like this. The new position allowed him deeper access into you, and a lone finger soon replaced his tongue’s sinful ministrations as the latter wrapped and toyed with your puffed-up bud. A full moan lapsed out of you in earnest and you unknowingly tightened around his digit. Link’s cock tented painfully against his pants, but he was set on having you cumming all over his face before he even thought about touching himself.

One of your hands anchored itself in his hair, knotting his disheveled locks into messy bunches that only grew wilder the faster he went. Uneven, haggard breaths and pleas for more echoed off his walls and Link had never been more pleased to carry out a request. His fingers and tongue would take turns wrecking you, never giving your poor clit and drenched entrance a break as he tongue-fucked and fingered you closer and closer to blissful oblivion. Link knew the milky white end was in sight, and he eagerly pressed his tongue flat against your cunt.

“Cum for me… Fuck, give it to me. I need you to cum in my mouth…”

His filthy request buzzed mind-shattering tingles to the deepest parts of your core, finally tipping you over the edge. You fell from a high you’ve never experienced before and your orgasm was borderline violent. A silent scream left your gaped mouth and you collapsed, panting, quivering. Link’s heart and ego swelled at your blissed out face as he leisurely wiped the juices dribbling down his chin. He scooted closer to you and pressed a deep kiss against your lips, leaving traces of you in your mouth. He pulled away with a pop, a smile, and an effortless huff as he carried you to his bed.

You were still fighting to regain some semblance of normal breathing when he set you down on his sheets. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and pulled away, taking a moment to relish in how you looked in your sensual vulnerability. His pulse quickened and his pants tightened further, eager for release, but Link was patient. He waited for your breathing to slow, caressing your cheeks and cooing praises into your ears. His tenderness was enough to almost lull you to sleep.

“(F/N)…” Adoration dripped from his tone. “Can we go further?”

You opened your eyes slightly and practically melted from the gentleness in his voice and the care in his eyes. With a soft, albeit tired smile, you nodded and traced small circles into his cheek. Puppy-like enthusiasm exuded off him and he kissed the tip of your nose, plucking a small giggle out of you.

“Just relax… I’ll take care of you.”

He worked the hem of your dress into a bulky bunch by your hips before throwing the whole thing over your head and gently discarding it on the floor. A soft, wonder-filled smile cracked his lips as he drank in all of you.

“You look beautiful… You are beautiful…” He murmured to the air, voicing his most private thoughts aloud. A slightly pruned finger traced down your sides. A shiver ran through your body and his name whimpered out of your mouth.

“Say it again.” He breathed shakily. “My name. Say it again.”

“Link…” You flushed under his piercing gaze. His expression flickered darkly for just a moment before his eyes crinkled warmly.

“You have the prettiest voice, you know that?” He nuzzled into your neck. “I can listen to you for hours.”

“Link…” You cradled his face in your palms. “You don’t… have to hold back. I’ll let you know if anything hurts.”

His eyes widened before a small chuckle left him.

“We’ll get there eventually, I promise. For now though…” His lips coupled with yours in tender obsession. “I want to make you feel good tonight.”

While his lips reunited with your own, his fingertip traced lazy patterns from your chest, down to your stomach with swirly circles, and finally in between your legs. He moved his hands with battle-hardened precision, skirting around your still-pulsing clit, being extra careful not to overstimulate you yet. The simple trail coaxed the neediest whine out of you and you jutted your hips up and down, side to side. You could feel him smile into the kiss.

“Eager, are we?” He purred, skimming the surface of his lips on your cheek before redirecting his efforts towards your nipples.

"Gods, look at you... You're so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me." His tongue swirled and sucked the perked bud while your other nipple rolled in between his thumb and index. He dragged the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other, repeating the process again and again until he was satisfied with the glistening rawness. A long moan, honeyed with need and fringed with desire, escaped you as your back arched in toe-curling pleasure.

His fingers hastened their movements, circling the hardened pearl with calloused finger pads and teasing your slit, sometimes dipping the beginnings of a finger past its entrance. But it was never enough. Never, ever enough. Your pleas and cries and begging only sent Link further down this power trip, molding your sex-steeped senses however he wanted until you were a sobbing, hiccuping mess.

“Please Link…” You sputtered in between sobs, the knot in your gut constricting and loosening in sync with his tease. “I need you inside, please, please, please…”

“Shh…” He murmured, silencing your chants with a soft kiss. “Patience.”

“Link, please, I-I can’t—“

“Yes you can. Just a little more… Show me more of those lewd expressions.” A rough pinch on your clit scored a scream out of you and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Good girl… So pretty for me. You’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Gods, yes! I’m all yours Link, so please—“

Your voice sputtered to a stop, caught in edged ecstasy as the friction you had been craving for for the past Hylia-knows-how-long was suddenly served at blinding speeds.

“This is what you wanted, right?” He cooed, his chill tone contrasting the growing flush in his cheeks. You squirmed and writhed uselessly under him as your mind blanked and reeled from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

“T-Too fa— Link, you’re—! I’m—!”

You were practically catapulted into your next orgasm, but despite your shaking release, Link never let up—in fact, he picked up his pace until veins marbled the surface of his arms. Another orgasm was ripped out of you, then another, and another, all while Link whispered,

"Oh, sweet girl, I know you can do it. I know you can cum one more time... Just one more, c'mon..."

Nothing else mattered to you at that moment. Nothing in the world could pull you out of the ecstasy Link had so readily given you. The only sensations you were capable of feeling were the coiling and spasming release of your gut as the man before you worked you into a mindless little thing. Link’s heart swelled at the fucked-out, dazed look on your face and he finally released his cock from its clothed prison.

"Do I have permission to fuck you senseless?" He husked into your ear, tending to his weeping cock with the residual slick left on his fingers. You nodded your head vigorously, dumbed down to your most base desires.

He slotted himself in between your legs, rubbing and dipping his tip a little bit past your entrance before his patience snapped in time with his hips. A gaspy whine rasped out of both of you, thickening to sweet, candied moans for more.

You were so tight… So warm... So wet… He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing—a concentrated attempt to not just immediately cum on the spot. Link stretching you out choked a groan out of you and your arms clung tightly about his neck, clawing desperate lines into his back.

"Gods, you feel so good... So tight for me... You're just made for me, aren't you? Made to take my cock..."

His fingers doled soft dips into your hips, coaxing the tight muscles into releasing their tension. All you could do was nod fervently, your voice too hoarse and mind too fogged to formulate any words. Link pervaded every single one of your thoughts, and all you could really muster was a gaze into his darkened blues, glazed over with lust. It took every ounce of mental fortitude to keep Link from pounding you into his bed; he softly kissed away the tears that threatened to spill.

"I'm gonna start moving now... Are you ready?"

A nod; Link positioned himself until your noses were almost touching, braced his hands on either side of your head, and slowly rocked his hips. The simple, fluid motion ellicited a moan out of the man and a whine out of you, electric pleasure shocking you to your core. His watchful gaze gauged your reactions, your comfort always at the forefront of his mind.

He flooded you with kisses and deluged your senses in heartfelt tenderness. Your head rolled into his arm, nuzzling him, and he smiled softly.

"You're so cute... My heart just explodes whenever I see you..."

"Liiink..." You reached up to caress his cheek. He pressed further into your hand before turning his head and kissing your fingers.

"You're perfect. Everything about you is gorgeous." He breathed, his hips slipping into a racy tempo. Your breasts pooled and trembled with each thrust, which didn't go unnoticed by the starved knight. Sounds of wet suckling filled his room, accompanied by your airy mewls and calls for his name.

"Say my name..." He growled into your chest, eyes flitting to look at you through quivering lashes. "Say it again."

"Link..." You squeaked, hiding the lower half of your burning face behind trembling hands.

"Louder." A hand clutched your wrists and dragged them down, fully exposing your slutty expressions to his hawkish eyes.

"Link...!"

"Louder." He scurried to the crook of your neck and bit down. "I want everyone in this castle to know who's fucking you breathless."

"L-Link!"

His pace quickened, the steady rhythm degenerating into wild pistoning. Shaky, uneven breaths stretched into high-pitched whimpers while his hand fondled your abused clit, repeating the circling motion that had you seeing stars several minutes (hours?) ago. His lips traced the shell of your ear, your jaw, down your neck, and finally your lips. Again and again, his mouth met yours in messy passion, each kiss more crazed than the last. He pulled away just enough to see your sloppy expressions, a thin strand of spit connecting your moistened tongues.

"Can you cum for me one more time? Just one more, I promise."

"I can't, I can't—Link, I'll die—“

"No you won't, love." He crooned. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, just in time to see stars exploding into a symphony of colors. "Just one more. I know you can do it."

Your face scrunched in response to the nearing summit, the precipice that you had been thrown over more times than you could count. You could feel your core spasming and knotting and folding in on itself; Link was totally immersed, body and soul, in your essence as he neared his own powerful climax.

"You're all mine." He panted, his hips accentuating each word with increasing ferocity. "Mine, mine, mine."

A tremor unlike anything you've ever felt before rattled your bones. A voice unrecognizable to you called for Link as you released all over his twitching cock and sheets. Your violent clenching rocketed Link to cloud nine, who pulled out just in time to cover you with thick, white ribbons. His warmth splattered onto your thighs, your stomach, your chest—all of which still tingled from his earlier acts.

His quaking frame crumbled, landing squarely on top of you. Your breaths hitched and mixed with each other, and a satiated silence enveloped the room. Once Link had mostly recovered, he heaved himself off of you and draped a lazy arm over your spent form.

"Are you okay?" He rasped, smoothing the sweaty nest that your hair had become. "Let me clean you up."

You tried to lift an arm—a finger even—to assure Link that you were okay but gods if you had to exert any more effort you were certain you would disintegrate. Link swung his legs over the bed, tripped into his boxers, and hobbled over to a pitcher sitting on his desk. The clear sounds of liquid life flowing into a bowl were like music to your ringing, pulsing ears.

In just a few moments he was by your side, bowl, towels, and cups in hand. You tried to sit up, but the bed stuck to your back like a bond that could not be broken. The rough cloth gingerly wiped away Link's earlier messes, and he dipped the other towel in the bowl before patting your face with the same degree of care. The cool water against your flushed skin sent pleasant jolts through your body.

"How are you feeling?" He asked again, pressing his palm into your cheek and pulling you up to drink. "Are you hurt anywhere? Was I too rough?"

You took the most refreshing swig of water in your life, feeling your parched throat soften enough for use.

"I'm okay, Link." You croaked at last. How long had it been since you last spoke coherent sentences? "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Of course." His warm smile alighted butterflies in your stomach; however, his features faltered slightly and his eyes turned downcast. "I, um..."

Quiet hesitance warbled his voice into a gut-wrenching tune; you gently cupped his hands, running your thumbs over each scar as you steadily held his gaze.

"I don't want this to be a one-time thing, I want..." He sucked in a quivering breath. "To be with you."

A kiss, soft and sweet, silenced all the doubt pounding away in his chest. Your lips moved purposefully, taking time to convey all the pent-up feelings that had been swirling inside you for so long. You dangled your arms behind his neck as you pulled away, your eyes fluttering open to meet his blown-out pupils.

"I want to be with you too."

Relief unfurrowed his brows and relaxed his jaw.

"Really...?"

"Yes! Though to be honest, I've always pictured our first few moments together as a couple in a more... innocent setting." You gestured to... everything and Link's belly flexed in laughter.

"So did I. But gods..." His lips ghosted the curve of your shoulder, traveling up your neck, and ending at your ear. "You felt so good, (F/N)..."

"L-Link..." You whimpered, your body lowering back down while your now-lover towered above you. Without warning, an arm snaked under your knees and the other wrapped behind your back. With a yelp, you spilled into his arms and two towels fell into your lap.

"The baths are just around the corner." A soft warmth bloomed on the center of your forehead. "Let's get cleaned up, shall we?"

♤♢ ~ bonus scene ~ ♡♧

"Your Highness, are you sure about—?"

"Yes, yes! I've already got it all figured out. All you have to do is pack your things and go!" Zelda shoved two official-looking documents into your arms and scooted you and Link closer to the door. Your dug heels were no match for the princess's sudden prowess.

And what could those documents possibly be?

Why, records of a cabin rental in Faron Woods, of course!

"B-But what about Link? He's your personal knight, after all."

"I've already arranged security details with one of the squadrons. They will be watching over me until you both get back. In regards to who will be overseeing your duties, I have a few staff members who will help me keep track of everything."

"Your Highness—"

"It's decided!" Zelda exclaimed with more effort, her energy sapped from lugging two unwilling bodies. "You both have been working so hard, so I've been thinking about giving you a weekend off for awhile. Now that you're a couple, this is a perfect chance to have your own little romantic getaway!"

"Wait, Princess Zelda..." Link started slowly, the gears in his head churning away. "It says here there’s only one bed. If you didn't know we were a couple until now... Why did you prepare a cabin with a single bed for the two of us?"

"That...!" Though your back was toward the royal, you could clearly see the 'oh shit' expression on her face. The corner of Link's mouth twitched into an amused smile while your cheeks scarleted.

"Zel, I swear to Hylia, I'm—"

"—gonna have a wonderful time in the woods where you can be as loud as you want. Farewell, and safe travels!"

With one last push, Zelda managed to shove the two of you out of her office before a resounding slam sounded the finality of her decision. But Zelda's closing remarks hung in the air, thickening the atmosphere in blood-chilling realization.

"What's wrong?" Link's sing-song voice mismatched the gravity of of the situation.

"Oh gods... Oh gods oh gods oh gods... How many people do you think heard us last night?"

"Enough for the whole castle to know who fucked you breathless." His face lowered until you were eye-level with his mischievous simper.

"Link!"

"Her Highness was right—you are fun to tease."

"LINK!!!"

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melodies of passion | three

♤ summary: he's the most powerful & ruthless yakuza boss in the city, and she's just a music store owner. but once he hears her singing voice, he wants nothing more than to hear it for the rest of his life..and she's not so sure about that.. he'll do anything to change that. a gojo satoru au

♢ warnings: this story will contain descriptions of violence, death, illegal activities, sexual content, gang related content, use of weapons

♧ aw: suggestive content, swearing, gojo being insufferable,

♡ currently: ongoing - no update schedule

♤ taglist: open! just let me know

♢ wc: 3.1k

♧ carlile speaks: hello babies! my goodness it feels like it's been forever! I finished on the run and poured all of my attention into this guy. I hope you're all ready for the ride!

The box. The infamous box. Its contents?

“Gojo, wha–,” you’re speechless. How did he do it? Where did he? “--Is that what i think it is?”

“That depends,” he starts, a shit eating grin on his face, “do you think it’s a custom, handmade replica of the diamond and ruby necklace Julia Roberts wore in Pretty Woman?” He looks at you deviously, “Because that’s what it is.” You just stare at him in shock. “Oh, and it’s all yours.”

“Satoru,” you breathe; your voice full of disbelief and amazement.

“You–,” he smiles, “You just called me Satoru.” He’s beaming. His whiter than white smile is on full display; pearly whites shining bright enough to blind. He’s happy. Ecstatic.

“You deserved it,” you place a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving a blush on his skin in your wake. “Would you help me put it on, please?”

“I would be honored,” he takes the necklace from the box. He hooks it together before placing a featherlight kiss where your neck and shoulder meet. The contact makes you shiver with anticipation. “Fits in like it was made just for you,” he smiles against your skin, his hands finding your hips, pulling you back into him as he speaks.

Turning in his hold, you place a kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Goj–Satoru. It’s beautiful,”

“You make it beautiful,” he comments, giving you another kiss before he opens your car door. Gojo helps you in, holding your hand as you sit down, minding the train on your dress.

“So, where are we going all dressed up?” you ask, as he takes his seat in the car.

“Ah, that would spoil the other surprise,” he grins from the driver's seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other is planted on your thigh.

You huff in response.

“Alright, brat,” he laughs, “It’s a business dinner, and some.. Live entertainment to follow.”

“Gojo..”

“What happened to Satoru?”

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

“Depends,” he chuckles.

“Am I getting my Pretty Woman moment?” The hopeful glint in your voice makes him feel a sense of pride.

“For the record, you don’t need the dress and the whole shebang to have a Pretty Woman moment,” he looks over to you, your excited eyes look back in awe of the man next to you. He really is determined to give you everything you want in order to make you his. The amount of thought he’s put into everything really shows you how much he listens to everything you say, and it makes you feel things you can’t explain.

“You're in love with him, stupid,” Ellie's voice rings in your head. Shut. Up.

“You don't need all these sweet words and grand gestures to get what you want out of me either,” you say, placing your hand atop his on your thigh.

“I know, but I thoroughly enjoy seeing that smile of yours.”

Arriving at the dinner, Gojo opens your door as you’re met with flashing cameras. He’d warned you that there would be paparazzi here but you weren’t anticipating this level of insanity. But you probably should have, knowing Gojo’s status.

He stops for a few photos, requesting you stand with him for all of them. Gojo didn’t want you out of his sight. The paps shout questions of your identity, where you met, how long you’d been together, if you were pregnant, that one made you laugh, you had to admit. But the attention being on you was never what you wanted. It's why you never pursued the stage. It didn’t comfort you like it did your mother. The stage terrified you.

Making your way inside, there’s a sea of people dressed to the nines as they make pointless conversation amongst themselves. They all seem super interested in each other but you know better. Gojo had warned you ahead of time that these people don’t actually care about anything going on, it’s all for show. Who can donate the most money while keeping up appearances. Tonight was about the benefit of the city, meaning whoever donated the most money basically had the mayor at their mercy. Gojo had been the highest donor for the last decade. Not to say others hadn’t attempted to take the spot from him. But he could always handle it. Tonight was about celebrating Gojo. Most people were unhappy with a Yakuza having the upper hand in the city, but knowing if they said anything the funding would immediately stop.

“Satoru,” you mutter, eyes roaming the room before you.

“Hm?” his eyes follow yours, immediately understanding your apprehensive state.

“This is.. A lot of people.” your fingers clutch the sleeve of his jacket, holding his arm as close as possible.

“I’m here with you, Birdie,” he whispers in your ear, placing a soft kiss on the shell. “Just focus on me, yeah?”

You nod once, not letting up on your grip on his jacket as he led you further into the room, heading for your reserved table. Gojo pulls your chair out, then takes his seat next to you.

A little into the evening, a tall man with blonde hair approaches your table, a curt smile on his face as he speaks.

“Evening, Gojo. Who is this lovely specimen?” He asks.

“Nanami,” He grumbles in response. “This is Y/N.”

Gojo offers the man no other explanation in return. You can feel the shift in the air. So this was Nanami. He’d left before you’d arrived the last time his name was mentioned. He’d intrigued you for sure, not many people could sour Gojo’s mood that easily just by being present.

“Hello, sir, lovely to meet you,” you extend a gloved hand to the man standing near the table, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N what a lovely name, I’m Kento Nanami,” he takes your hand in his, offering you a kiss on the back of your hand. “Tell me, just what is a beauty like you doing with a man like Gojo?”

“She likes being with...the strongest,” Gojo answers for you, standing from his seat. “Now if you’ll excuse us,” he holds his hand out for you to grab, “Dance with me?” he asks, diverting his full attention to you.

“Of course,” in your typical fashion, you still address Nanami as you’re pulled away. “It was nice meeting you,” you say, offering him a sweet smile; a silent apology. Gojo leads you to the dancefloor; placing the palm of one hand into the small of your back while holding the other one up for you to grab. Lacing your fingers together, he begins to sway.

Gojo spreads his fingers out across the surface of your lower back; each touch leaving a trail of heat “So that was Nanami?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “He has some nerve..”

“Hey,” you reach up, tilting his gaze down to you, “Just focus on me, yeah?” you mirror his earlier words back to him. His smile grows, but his worry does as well. Now Nanami knows Gojo has a weakness, and that weaknesses name. But he knows he can protect you. As much as you’ll let him anyway.

“How could I focus on anything else?” his gaze bores into yours, a sense of total adoration washes over you as you look into those crystalline blue eyes. You could see the whole future in them. Tables adorned with blue, black and gold. Roses fill your hands as you’re led down a petal covered aisle, looking ahead to Gojo at the end. I do’s and kisses are swapped. Hands exploring dips and curves. Slow, languid movements filling you to the brim. Sweet nothings whispered against sweat slicked skin. Small patters of tiny feet across tile floors. Those tiny feet carrying a matching tuft of white hair, blue eyes and a bundle of giggles as bigger feet follow behind..

“Birdie? Did I lose you?” Gojo chuckles, his voice snapping you back to reality.

“Hm? Oh! Sorry. I got stuck,” you mutter, letting go of his cheek. The thoughts are still burning in the back of your mind. Every thought seemed so real. Like it was a memory instead of a daydream.

“What were you thinking about?” he asks, anticipating some sort of panicked response.

“Just..doing this,” leaves you in a whisper. You place your lips over his in a soft kiss; your hands find their way back up to cup his jaw, making him smile against your mouth. He hums in approval, his hands attempting to pull you as close to him as possible.

“I think you’re trying to seduce me in front of all of these people,” Gojo teases you as he pulls away. Your cheeks turn a soft pink at his words. “If you wanna go somewhere more private just let me know.”

“Stop it,” you whisper, taking back in the amount of people surrounding you. It feels as if every pair of eyes were following your every move. One pair of eyes was following your every move, and it wasn’t Gojo’s.

Nanami stood in the corner with his men as he watched, and waited.

Gojo led you back to the table as the dining portion of the evening was about to commence. A full meal entailing all of Gojo’s favorites, which had somehow turned into your favorites too. The night had been wonderful so far; the conversation flowed so freely it was as if you and Gojo had been together forever.

“Satoru,” place your hand on his thigh, leaning closer to him.

“I’ll never tire of hearing you say that,” Gojo says, turning to give you his attention.

“Think I’m ready,” you whisper, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him.

“Ready..?”

“Mhm. For this,” you motion between the two of you, “Us.”

You watch as his eyes get even brighter than they were. He looks to you for real confirmation. The smile plastered on your face was the answer he needed, and so he kisses you. “You’ve just made my entire life,” he groans before he kisses you again.

“Remember we’re not alone here,” you giggle as you pull away.

“Ask me if i care,” he tries chasing your lips with his, “You didn’t seem to care when we were at the beach yesterday.”

“We were in a somewhat secluded cabana, not an open table at the front of a great hall with hundreds of people watching, Satoru.”

“Ugh, I already know I’m gonna love when you say my name when you're mad.”

“You’re already so insufferable,” you huff, turning away from him.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” He reaches to turn your chair back towards him, caging you in with his arms. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, eyes locked on to yours.

“I–I’m yours,” you whisper back, staring back into his eyes as he searches yours for any sign of apprehension.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you lean forward, sealing the deal with a kiss once again.

A voice booms throughout the space, startling you enough to pull away from the man before you. Gojo readjusts, as he pays attention to the announcer behind him.

“Good evening folks, thank you all for attending as we celebrate the continued support from our guest of honor, Mr. Satoru Gojo.”

Applause follows. Your eyes scan the room, finding Nanami staring right back at you from his spot on the edge of the room. You offer him another sweet smile before overting your attention back to the man at the front of the room.

“Gojo, come on up here,” the man speaks into the microphone.

“I’ll be right back,” Gojo assures you, offering you a quick kiss before taking his stand at the front of the room.

“Evening everybody. I’m thrilled to be back here for another year. Even more so this year,” he looks over to you. “Someone very special to me came with me this time, and I intend to make her my wife one day.”

The room fills with ooh’s and aww’s as Gojo pauses. “So, we all owe everything to her tonight, for making me the happiest man in the world. So if you would all join me in raising your glasses,” he starts, leaning down to grab his glass from your hold.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-yell at him. He just offers you his devious smile in return.

“To my lovely Birdie, thank you for attending with me, and for making me incredibly ecstatic tonight,” he raises his glass a little higher. “To Birdie,”

“To Birdie,” the crowd rumbles behind you. An anxious smile spreads across your lips as you turn to see everyone staring at you. You stand, albeit reluctantly, and politely bow with a smile. The other tables erupt in applause, as Gojo pulls you to join him on the stage, his arm snaking around your waist. “We hope you enjoy the live entertainment in the concert hall for the evening, once you’re finished dining. The proceeds from tonight will be donated to the children's hospital. Have a great night, everybody.”

More applause fills the space as you exit the stage with Gojo, his hand firmly holding yours.

“What was that?” you ask through gritted teeth as you smile.

“Staking my claim, and also showing my appreciation for my lovely lady,” he smirks at you as you take your seats again at the table.

“I would appreciate not being the center of attention,” you huff, slapping his hand away from your thigh under the table.

“Now now, Birdie. You have been the center of attention all evening,” he slides his hand back up your thigh as he leans down near your ear. “I’ve just been too distracting for you to notice.”

“You are quite distracting.”

“So, should we go somewhere more private?”

“Mm, no. I want to see this live entertainment,” you remove his hand from your thigh again, taking a stand from your chair. Gojo stands with you, offering you his arm to grab as he leads you to the concert hall.

The live performer just so happened to be Rod Stewart. How that happened, Gojo swears he doesn’t know. But the devious glint in his eyes says otherwise.

He’s performing all of your favorites. The ones you’d sing with grandfather in the car on the way to the next city. And the ones Gojo likes you hear you sing along with.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his lips after kissing him.

“Anything for my lady.”

Gojo sits next to you, an arm around your waist as he studies you watching the performance below. He knows you wish you were able to do that like your mother did, but he also knows the thought of it terrifies you. He’ll make it his mission to help you face your fears if that's what you wanted from him. But if you’re okay with being on the sidelines as well, he’ll help you with that too. Anything you want, he’ll make it happen. He thinks tonight is the prime example of that.

After the performance, Gojo leads you to the car. Opting for Suguru to drive this time, he takes his seat next to you in the back.

“Did you enjoy the evening? Was it, quote unquote, fun enough for you?”

“Oh, god Satoru, that was amazing. I’ve never enjoyed myself more.”

“I don't think I’ll ever tire of hearing you call me that,”

“Yeah?” you ask, sliding closer to him.

“Yeah.” he breathes out, cupping your cheek and kissing you softly. He smiles into the kiss, letting you push your tongue into his mouth, taking him by surprise. Satoru lets you have your fun for a moment before he reminds you who's in charge. He reaches to his left, pressing a button on the door to close the window between the front and back seat. Gripping your waist, you’re brought onto his lap, knees on either side of his legs. The kiss deepens, your arms finding their way around his neck as his hands explore the expanse of your back.

“Satoru,” you whisper in his ear. You move your hands to tangle into his hair, earring a soft moan from his throat.

“Please, keep going,” he mutters, readjusting himself beneath you. His hands planted firmly on your hips.

“Satoru,” you bite down onto his earlobe. “Satoru,” you kiss just beneath his ear. Tilting his head to your will, every which way leaving your featherlight kisses along his throat, up and down the surface, whispering his name before every kiss. His breathing feels labored under your touch, his skin is ablaze.

“Birdie,” he groans.

“Hm?” You hum, going back to kissing along his throat.

“As much as I would love for this to continue right now, we’re at your apartment.”

“Come upstairs with me,” you kiss his lips.

“I have a meeting first thing in the morning, otherwise I would,” he kisses you back. “How about you come to mine? Spend the night?”

“What are we gonna do?” you ask with the most innocent looking eyes you can manage.

“What do you think?” he teases, chasing your lips with his.

“Can I meet you there? So can I go to Encore in the morning?”

“Of course. I’ll leave Choso here with you,” Gojo reaches for his phone.

“No need. I’ll be right behind you, once I change. Promise,” you kiss the tip of his nose, climbing off of his lap.

Gojo exits the car, rounding to your side and opens your door for you. Helping you from the car, the man before you kisses you passionately, pulling your front against his, leaning into your touch. He’s absolutely devouring you on the sidewalk.

“Satoru,” you whisper, pulling away from him.

“Fuck, Biridie. Don’t you see what you do to me?”

“Mm, I could feel it too, big guy.” you tease him, smoothing down the front of your dress. “I’ll meet you at your place.”

“Okay,” he smiles down at you, offering you one more goodbye kiss.

“Keep my seat warm,” you wink at him before disappearing up the stairs of your apartment building.

Gojo’s trip home felt longer without you. He was counting down the minutes until he got to touch you again. Waiting for the moment you walked through the door to devour you.

“Sir, we have some..news.” Choso’s voice makes Gojo turn towards the entrance of the living room.

“What is it, Choso? Has Y/N arrived?” he asks, standing from his seat.

“No, sir, it’s about Encore,” the double bunned man says flatly.

“What about Encore? Was there a break in?”

“No, Sir. it’s on fire.”

“What do you–where is Y/N?” Gojo asks, panicked.

“We–We can’t locate her, sir.”

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xtra7s · 2 months

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First, I love your work!

Second Clicking ont the yes baby button made me feel things !

Third I was wondering if you could write about Leighton or Renée who has an hidden anxiety disorder

Thanks ♤

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦

Leighton Murray x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Your girlfriend Leighton is struggling.

Content: Anxiety attacks, fem reader, ummm idk fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

a/n: LOVE REQUEST SO MUCH HOPE I DID IT WELL IM SORRY ITS SHORT (Glad the button made u feel things)

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Leighton's heart raced like a runaway train, each beat reverberating through her chest like a drumbeat of impending doom. She stared blankly at the pages of her math textbook, the equations and formulas blurring together into an indecipherable mess. No matter how hard she tried to focus, her mind refused to cooperate, consumed instead by a rising tide of panic.

"I can't do this," Leighton whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breaths. "fuck I can't do this."

She raked a hand through her hair, tugging at the perfectly styled blonde locks in frustration. This wasn't like her. Leighton Murray was known for her sharp intellect and unwavering confidence, especially when it came to academics. But now, faced with the looming specter of failure, she felt utterly powerless.

The fluorescent lights of the college dorm hallway cast a stark glow on the beige walls, as Bela, Leighton's roommate, hurriedly dialed Y/N's number. She could hear the faint sound of Leighton's pacing from the other side of the door, mixed with the irregular rhythm of her breaths.

"Come on, pick up," Bela muttered under her breath, anxiety lacing her voice as she waited for the call to connect.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Y/N answered. "Bela? What's up?"

"Y/N listen, something's wrong with Leighton. She's freaking out about something. I don't know what to do."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the urgency in Bela's voice. Leighton was known for her impeccable composure, if she was hyperventilating over something, it had to be serious.

"I'm on my way," Y/N said without hesitation, grabbing her jacket and keys before rushing out of her own dorm room.

Minutes later, Y/N knocked on the door of Leighton and Bela's room, her heart pounding in her chest. Bela opened the door, her eyes wide with concern as she stepped aside to let Y/N in.

Leighton was pacing around her room, her usually perfectly styled blonde hair in disarray, and her hands shaking as she clenched and unclenched her hands.

"Leighton, hey," Y/N said softly, crossing the room to grab ahold of Leighton's hand softly, stopping the pacing. "What's going on? Why are you so worked up?"

Leighton looked up, her blue eyes swimming with panic and vulnerability. "Y/N, I… I don't know what to do. My brain is all scrambled and I can't memorize these formulas for shit I don't know what's wrong with me."

Y/N's heart broke at the sight of Leighton's distress. She smiled sadly at her, offering a reassuring squeeze to her hand.

"Hey, look at me," Y/N said, her voice steady and soothing. "You are more than capable, Leighton. You're brilliant, and you know this stuff. I know you do, you're quite literally the smartest girl on campus."

Y/N noticed Leighton's breathing picking up, and she gently guided Leighton to sit down on the edge of her bed.

"Hey, it's okay," Y/N said soothingly, her voice a beacon of calm in the storm. "Just breathe with me, alright?"

Leighton nodded shakily, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Y/N settled down beside her, taking Leighton's trembling hands in her own and guiding them to her chest.

"Feel my breath," Y/N instructed, her voice soft and reassuring. "Inhale… and exhale."

Together, they began to breathe in tandem, the steady rise and fall of Y/N's chest a comforting rhythm against Leighton's fingertips. With each breath, the tight knot of tension in Leighton's chest began to loosen, replaced instead by a sense of peace and calm.

As they continued the exercise, Y/N whispered words of encouragement, her voice a gentle melody soothing Leighton's frazzled nerves. And with each passing moment, the storm raging inside Leighton began to subside until all that remained was the quiet serenity of the present moment.

"Better?" Y/N asked, her eyes searching Leighton's for any sign of distress.

Leighton nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Y/N," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Y/N smiled back, her heart swelling with love for the girl sitting beside her. "You don't have to do anything alone, Leighton. I'm here for you, always."

Leighton's breathing began to slow as she focused on Y/N's comforting words. With each steady inhale and exhale, the tension in her body began to ease.

After the storm of panic had passed, their fingers stayed intertwined as they basked in the calmness that filled the room. But amidst the tranquility, Y/N couldn't shake the nagging concern that had been gnawing at her since she first saw Leighton in distress.

"Leighton," Y/N began softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "do you… do you have an anxiety disorder? I'm so sorry if that's rude to ask, I've just noticed you get really.. panicked sometimes."

Leighton's breath hitched at the question, her eyes widening in surprise. She hadn't expected Y/N to pick up on the underlying issue so quickly, let alone address it so directly.

"Yeah," Leighton admitted hesitantly, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I do."

Y/N's brow furrowed in concern as she faced Leighton, her expression a mixture of empathy and confusion. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Leighton looked away, her gaze fixed on a spot on the floor as she struggled to find the right words. "I guess… I guess I was scared," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Scared that you would think less of me, or that you wouldn't understand."

Y/N reached out and gently lifted Leighton's chin, guiding her to meet her gaze. "Leighton, I could never think less of you," she said earnestly, her eyes filled with sincerity. "You're still the same amazing person I fell in love with, anxiety disorder or not."

Leighton's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she absorbed Y/N's words, her heart overflowing with gratitude for the unwavering love and acceptance she found in Y/N's embrace.

"Thank you," Leighton whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Y/N smiled softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to Leighton's forehead. "You never have to face anything alone, Leighton. I'm here for you, always."

And as they sat together in the quiet intimacy of Leighton's room, surrounded by the gentle warmth of their love, Leighton knew with unwavering certainty that no matter what challenges life threw their way, as long as she had Y/N by her side, she could weather any storm.

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kvrlsefni · 2 years

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Hello *Kicks the door down* I SEE YOU'RE SEARCHING FOR REQUESTS. You know how snezhnaya is kinda based on Russia? Imagine the the harbingers teaching darling Russian. Reading stories for columbina, pantalone pressing his chest to your back while holding your hand to teach you how to write a letter you had problem with, sitting on Pietro's laps and read him his reports,.. yeah just that. Feel free to ignore this ofc! Have a nice day :] ~Raven anon

the harbingers’ little darling ♡

♤ OMG HELLO !! JAISJWJEJ okAY I AM ABT TO SLEEP BUT I CANNOT STOP THINKING OF THIS AKDNWJSK THAT’S FR SO CUTE??? also i hope u don’t mind but i branched it out a little more and made the language more general like hinting at several if that’s alright ! ;0 it’s ,,, also this is part one (maybe), since i was getting tired and i wanted to post this alr😭

♤ unedited because it’s 4:40am

you’d be unofficially known as the harbingers’ darling. they all kinda almost don’t trust each other and don’t really agree on anything with each other outside of work, but they really start to get along when it concerns you! i’d imagine like they all have a meeting, and sadly, because you aren’t a harbinger, you can’t take part in it. but that’s okay! you fr have your own little waiting room they made for you. it has comfy seats and a nice view of the outside, and it’s got bookshelves and a small fireplace. it’s really near their meeting room too!

after their meeting (of course, this being a given that it’s not like they have an immediate mission they have to go to at once), the doors immediately open, and this was your sign that you could now enter since their business was now finished.

of course, this isn’t limited only to spending time with all of them at once! each and every one of them at one point, depending on their schedules, love to spent time with you one and one or with a few others as well (though they really would prefer if it was just you two…).

columbina, i like to think, is the one who actively searches for you the most. she loves to hold your hand as you two walk around either at the palace of anywhere for that fact! she also loves it when you two are just in her office or in the garden, sitting around while you two chatter with each other. sometimes, when you two are in her room, she makes you sit down and fixes your hair while she sings for you or you read her a story! after which, she’ll dress you up in clothes she bought the day before or so because they reminded her of you! she also sometimes teaches you new songs to sing in new languages.

if not columbina, then it’s dottore who also actively searches for you as well! he’s always excited to bring you with him when he’s doing his little experiments (though maybe the less extreme ones), and he loves it when you ask him all sorts of questions! it ranges from asking what he’s doing to who’s he doing it to to why he’s doing it. sometimes he doesn’t give you a proper answer on why, or it’s a really plain answer like he felt like it or something, but you liked how excited and fired up he got from doing them, so you liked it when he did them!

whenever you bump into childe, he always asks you how you are! he asks who you were with before you two bumped into each other, and he asks you if you want to hang out with him. he likes to sometimes asks you if you want to practice sparring with him, or he asks if you want him to teach you some new tricks and moves he learned. capitano usually is who opposes this. capitano likes to spoil you and he treats you the gentlest out of all the harbingers, handling you like you were a doll that might break if handled too recklessly. that’s why he’s so against it whenever he’s walking around and he sees you sparring with childe and the 11th is getting a little too worked up. immediately, capitano will pull you aside and say it’s his turn to be with you.

a lot of the time, you find yourself wandering the palace whenever the other harbingers are out. you love it here! it’s so pretty and big and you love to explore! however, sometimes when you do, you find yourself in the presence of the ninth, who for whatever reason, is one of the few who stay here the most.

truth be told, you just love listening to pantalone! you always found his voice so soothing and relaxing, and he always greets you with a smile even when he’s busy with the finances in his office. he’s one of the busiest, having been tasked with dealing with all the finances and so of the fatui, but the few times he’s free for you, he loves to spend spoiling you! pantalone also has a habit of asking you to help him out a little bit in terms of getting him certain books and whatnot. this sometimes leads to him asking if you can understand the language it’s in, and if you can, he praises you and if not, he’ll smile and pat your head, saying it’s okay, and if you’d ever like to learn in the future, he’ll teach you.

of course you go with learning-

learning how to read in those new languages proved to be useful whenever you were with pierro! whenever he’s busy with paperwork or so but you just insist on spending time with him (which, he can has a hard time refusing sometimes), they prove to be useful when you’re reading some reports to him while he’s signing or checking other works! he doesn’t like having any other chair in his office (except for the couch he placed inside for you), so often times, he lets you sit on his lap while you read to him, and he strokes your hair!!

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spiderlyla · 10 months

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♤—Miguel O'Hara

🕸about teenage miguel, who was probably an imitiation of slenderman before becoming...that big.

🕸taglist: @mamu-writes , @general-dweebous , @beezblep

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🕸requests open :)

getting invited to a high-school reunion, meant that you'll be seeing your two closest friends after almost 9 years of going your separate ways.

so, naturally, you go. Gwen and MJ have not changed since you were 18, bickering together while chatting your ears off

MJ was just done telling you about her new boyfriend—a Pete or Peter, you weren't really able to focus all that much.

gwen tells you about this artist she met in an art gallery, whom she exchanged numbers with and you congratulate her—she was always the more reserved one when it came to dating, so this was new

then, they turn to you.

you knew that look, waiting for you to tell them the news, you've noticed that they glanced at your ring finger a couple of times.

"Oh, Mig proposed."

"Mig? You're still with Messy Miggy from Chemistry 298?" gwen was the more blunt one. MJ elbowed her quite roughly and they both congratulated you.

But you could still see the curiosity eating them up.

"Is he still...y'know?"

you knew what they were talking about almost immediately.

miguel was quite different from what he is as of the moment. The –now– massive man used to be a lanky teenager, with long limbs and floppy dark tufts for hair, wearing prescription glasses with thick black frames.

he was still one of the most handsome boys at school, but it was different look than what he was sporting right now.

"He's suppose to be coming—Oh, there he is."

coincidentally, you see your fiancé walking through the gym doors, maroon eyes scanning the room until he saw you waving your hands at him.

you looked at your two girlfriends, mouths gaping and eyes wide at the sight.

and what a sight it was.

Aside from being tall as hell, standing at 6'9 and towering over everybody in the room, he was big. Shoulders broad, muscular biceps, puffy, yet hard chest.

you could visibly see his muscles flexing underneath the fabric of his black button up.

when he walks over, he kisses your cheek and whispers a "sorry for being late, cariño. you look good." that sends shivers down your spine.

he says a simple "hello, how are you guys?" to the girls infront of you, then excuses himself to grab the two of you some drinks.

when he's out of view, they glance back at you, eyes wider than saucers.

"How did he get so...huge?"

"That...This isn't physically possible."

"He's just been going to the gym alot."

they were righ, nothing about this was natural, but it was easier to say this.

because you were unsure how to explain that his DNA got rewritten with the genetic code of a spider.

BONUS:

"So, how do you guys..?"

"How do we...?"

"Y'know."

"MJ is trying to ask how do you do it. With..him."

"...it?"

"You know what we're talking about."

"Oh my god."

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adventuringblind · 4 months

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Let Me In, Please

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: Angst, Mafia AU

Summary: Bodyguard Oscar knows something isn't right, he just wasn't expecting it to be so wrong.

Warnings: Implied r@pe, gun violence, depictions of self-harm

Notes: The request was for Enemies to Lovers, and I tried that... I'm not sure this meets your expectations, but I still hope you like it, Nonny!

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How could she have been so stupid? This was supposed to be safe ground. An area she knows like the back of her hand. All she had to do was walk down the street to Oscar's apartment.

She tried calling him, but he didn't answer. The anxious part of her mind thought the worst.

Yeah, he certainly got on her nerves sometimes. Worse than her brother at times, but he knew when to give her space. Their friendship has been long and drawn out, but he'd do anything for her. He'd made that much clear. Regardless of how she pushed him away.

So, she didn't push anymore, instead she pulled... him down to kiss her.

Most nights he's stay at her place. The dangers of having a brother who runs her father's legacy: everybody is watching for a weak point.

Carlos had been it for her. The one who raised her with the untimely passing of their parents. But then he got busy, so he stuck her with Oscar.

At the time she thought Carlos had just gotten tired of having his little sister around. She knows better now and doesn't lash out at the Aussie for something that isn't his fault.

One block to his apartment. The longest, most difficult walk of her life. Her body hurts, clothes ruined, and skin dirty from his hands. She had no idea who he was, just that her own place isn't safe anymore. Not since he knew her name and managed to completely shatter a window to get in.

She's a mess. The dark streets not helping her mind.

The stairs almost kill her. Her muscles ache from fighting, the bruises rub against her clothes in all the wrong ways.

She reaches the door but hesitates to knock. The sinister thoughts in her head don't want to leave her alone.

She fixes her appearance. A little less wrecked than she looked previously, maybe enough to pass off a nightmare and some stupid anxiety.

She knocks. Oscar answers, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looks surprised to see her, but the sleepy smile shows her he isn't upset about it.

He pulls her inside and offers her a mug of hot chocolate. Her favorite concoction of his. It's a drug that soothes her aching soul from the mess she's created.

He takes a seat next to her on the couch. "So, what brings you here so late?"

"Nightmare... you didn't answer your phone so I thought maybe something happened." She avoids his gaze. Eye's studying her, determing if he should push for more information.

"You're brother would kill me if he knew you walked here alone."

"He would also kill you if he knew that we're dating."

"Fair point."

Oscar lends her his clothes to sleep in and tucks her into bed. He's still awake, watching over her dutifully, even as her mind drifts into the peacefulness of sleep.

♤♡◇♧

Oscar doesn't like to snoop. Well, sometimes it's fun, but not when he's investigating the apartment of someone he loves.

Something is off, and he's going to figure it out. Her restless slumber and nails digging into her skin only helped co fin his thoughts.

He'd dropped her with Carlos and went right to her apartment. Only to find the door left open and window shattered.

Why hadn't she told him someone had broken in? Unless it was worse than that... but that wouldn't make sense.

Suspicions confirmed, Oscar heads back to get his lover. Hopefully, not to pissed at her brother. Their one-sided arguments have been getting worse. Enough for him to see how it's exhausting her.

She wants her brother, and he sends her away. She tries to comfort him, and he pushes her away. Enough to get aggressive on a few occasions when he's particularly peeved.

It's been a half hour, so the damage can't be too bad. Oscar speeds his way to Carlos' office, where both of them should be. Anxious to make sure she doesn't feel the need to slip back into old habits.

Oscar and her have been through the ringer with each other. He's seen the worst parts of her and made it a point to love her regardless.

To strong for some, to weak for her brother. It's astounding how cruel people are when they are intimidated by someone. Oscar feels comfortable knowing she can put a bullet through a skull.

Even so, it's jarring when he finds the office door wide open. Carlos is pacing back and forth, ranting to himself in Spanish.

Oscar still knocks before he just waltz in unannounced. He'd rather not get shot. Thank you very much.

"Mr. Sainz?" Oscar doesn't flinch when Carlos whips around and jabs a finger in his direction.

"Don't you dare leave my sister alone again."

Okay, he's a bit taken aback at that. "Sir?"

"I've been notified one of my men was at her apartment last night." Carlos slaps a file of images on the desk.

Oscar has to grit his teeth. The story they depict makes his heart shatter and anger course through his veins.

"I want him dead."

"Understood sir."

He walks out of the office, shoulders squared. Nobody gets to mess with his girl like that.

♤♡◇♧

The cold tile against her body is oddly numbing. It's familiar, a home when her emotions get too much.

Carlos showed her the photos. It hurt enough to make her sick. The bile burning her throat at having to relive the events of last night. The yelling hadn't helped either. Another mess for her brother to clean up.

The blade lays discarded next to her. The blood from her thigh staining the pristine white floor. The sting makes it better. Deserved for causing such a problem. Neccecary for removing the tainted skin. At least what she can for now.

She bleeds away the sins others have committed against her.

The door opens. She doesn't look to see who it is. She already knows. He's wearing his work boots. The ones she's come to be familiar with through this position.

Despite the sleek black color. She can vaugley make out the spots of red.

It's intimate, in a way, how Oscar cleans the blood from both of them simultaneously. He scrubs it off his hands and disinfect her thighs. He uses gentle movements to bandage the deep wounds. Barely moving her in the process.

She hadn't even noticed she was crying. Not until he sits down with her. Careful not to touch her in a way she wouldn't like right now.

She breaks when he bleaches the tiles. The red disappears like it has never been there.

The choked sobs wrack her body. Silent scream, mourning something that was taken from her. The burning in her thighs is a solid reminder of the atrocities she's plauged her brother and Oscar with

Always the problem, never the solution.

"Can I hold you?" His soft voice doesn't help her tears.

"Why would you want to do that? I'm just another - I don't know - dirty problem for you and my brother to deal with?"

Oscar holds his hand out for her to take. She reaches for him hesitantly. She knows Oscar would never hurt her. Not when he shoots anyone who does.

"You are not dirty. You are not a problem. I may joke about it, but I wouldn't have anyone else making my days interesting like you do." Oscar places a soft kiss to the top of her head. "You're the best problem I could've asked for."

"But, I feel gross now." She chokes on her air, suffocating on the feeling of that man's hands on her skin.

"I know it'll be hard, but I also know that you are strong. I'll be there for you when you need me. When you need me to compliment you, when you need to sit in the shower and was away the feelings, hell, even if you punch something, just tell me. Though I'd prefer you not punch me."

"You're not going to leave?"

"Love, I'm your problem. You're stuck with me."

"I guess we can be problems together then."

"Nah, you're not a problem. Just the love of my life."

She rests her head on Oscar's shoulder, hands still intertwined. It's small, but comfortable for now.

She knows Oscar won't push her. He'll be there when she's ready.

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tan1shere · 6 months

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☆. ...•°○°•... .☆

Hi beautiful people welcome to my page. I currently only write Ellie, young miko, danni & evelyn, Shane, and Jesse but I might write more people in future. Go follow my wattpad while you're at it! I practically write anything if you run the idea past me (request are most certainly open) I'll take a look and see if I'm comfortable with it. I write like any smutty thing you could imagine so no need to worry about that- Within reason. Hope everyone enjoys my content as much as I enjoy making it :)

♤angst, ♡fluff, ◇smut

Here's my masterlist lovelies <3

Ellie Williams

Series:

Slumber Party ~ pt 1 . pt 2 . pt 3 ♡◇

Motel Whore ~ pt 1 . pt 2 ♤♡◇

Changes ~ pt 1 . pt 2 . pt 3 ♤♡◇

Behind Closed Doors ~ pt 1 ....

Fics:

Christmas Shenanigans ♡

Fuck me like you're mad at me baby ◇

Bitter sweet ♡

Too Late ♤

Look after you ♡-♤?

Pay attention ◇

Rest ♡

Baby I could slow down ◇

Bent over ◇

Drabbles/blurbs:

Ellie x pregnant reader ♡

Head cannons:

Riding ellies face ◇

Random?

Fav Ellie era

Young Miko

Series:

Film wife ~ pt 1 . pt 2 ◇♤

Fics:

Make it up to you ♤◇♡

My angel ♡

Missing you ♤

Treat ◇

Dreamin ♡◇

Evelyn

Fics:

Coming soon

Danni

Head cannons:

How she's like ♡◇

Fics:

Attention ◇

Jesse

Fics:

Don't try ◇

Shane

Series:

Only you ♤♡◇

Fics:

Coming soon :)

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shadowbriar · 11 months

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George Fabian Weasley Masterlist

♤ Angst - ♡ Fluff - ✮ AU - ♛ Popular

One-shot

♡ Overtime: Inspired by Overtime by Seafret. George gathers the courage to confess to the Gryffindor Head Girl who always seemed to have a handful heart.

♤♡ Never Walk Away Again: Inspired by Never Gonna Leave This Bed by Maroon 5. She knew that she’s playing with fire from the beginning, but his demeanour has poured nothing but gasoline and now she’s the only one burning in flame as he watches on the side.

♡ Mother Knows Best: The Weasley family dinner might not just be another gathering this time as Molly Weasley invited his long lost lover. Set after the Great War. Fred is very much alive.

♡♛Pretend Boyfriend: “Well, since you don't have anyone you want to go with and that I need someone to shield me from these boys, would you please be my pretend boyfriend?” George deals with his feelings as he falls deeper for her in their fake relationship.

♤♡ Soul Bound: The old grimoire was wide open for her to read. Truth be told, she never thought she would ever need to open the grimoire. But desperate time calls for desperate measures and that’s certainly what she is right now.

♤♡♛Delicate [Requested]: Insecurity and misunderstanding led the boy to ask the wrong girl for the Yule Ball.

♤ Starcrossed: George Weasley x Malfoy!Reader George comes to the realisation that sometimes, somethings are destined to end.

♤♡ One Day [Request]: Being the centre of attention all of their lives has made the two crave for privacy and tranquillity more than anything, but would solitude be a good enough reason to keep their relationship secret?

♤♡ Loved and Lost You [Requested]: Fake dating gone wrong when she realises that her silly idea to help the Hufflepuff boy costs her his bestfriend.

♤♡ Nothing’s Gonna Hut You Baby: The war took something from everyone and it certainly took a big part away from George Weasley.

♤ Vitalum Vitalis: Balancing the scales of life and death is never close to the word safe, but what else could she do when he’s losing his other half?

Series

♤ Reignite: One ill-considered joke leads to another hasty decision that though both of them have to suffer the disastrous aftermath, only one could try to light the spark again.

♤ Ember: This story is part II of Reignite. He crawls back to the past, trying to salvage whatever is left of them. But one could only try so much before their heart yields and cave in defeat.

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arece · 1 year

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Never Saw the Start

♤ John Wick x platonic!f!reader (father/daughter duo) series masterlist

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♤ Summary: You make it to the Continental, threats are made. (2.3k)

♤ Warnings: John Wick violence, swears, injuries and blood descriptions.

♤ a/n: There will definitely be more parts, although I'm not completely sure where it's heading. I've begun a tag list so just comment or send in a request to be added! If you want to request little one-shots or ideas you have of these two I think that'd be fun too!

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You were shaken awake by John, unsure how long you slept you still felt a bit drowsy. “Can’t sleep too long on that head. We’re here.” You looked up to see a tall and posh hotel that stood at an angle.

Your door was opened by John who guided you out. You attempted to take off his jacket to return to him but he just pulled it tighter around you. The doors opened for you and you were shocked by the inside of the hotel.

To say it was nice would be an understatement. You and John heavily stood out in your disarrayed states. Both with ripped clothes and drenched in blood, John with a limp to his left leg that you hadn’t noticed until now.

You slightly shrunk into yourself, uncomfortable with the stares of those around you. Little did you know it had more to do with the fact that John Wick was accompanied with a child. As you approached the front desk you were greeted by the manager who held a friendly smile.

A person brushed past you in a rush, you leaned into John, trying not be shoved down by the person in their urgency to exit the hotel.

“Good to see you again, sir. With a guest too?” The man questioned at the end. He studied you but in a way that you weren’t bothered by. John leaned against the desk to relieve pressure against his leg.

“Charon,” he greets, “I’ll be needing a room for her.” The manager's smile dropped into a frown that swam with sympathy. “Is she a member?” The tone of his voice suggested he already knew the answer to his question.

John tensed, the familiar glower you’ve already become accustomed to returned. “Is Winston available?” Charon sighed but nodded. He gestured to a private elevator, “at the bar, sir.” John stood back up and pulled you to follow along.

Before you could disappear into the elevator the manager called out to John, “your other guest… would you like me to bring them out?” John looked at you before nodding at Charon. He disappeared for a moment, when he remerged it was now accompanied by a gray Pitbull.

She ran over to John excitedly, he leant down giving her a few pats as she licked him. She turned around to you, cautiously sniffing you. You couldn’t help but let out a slight squeal as you knelt down to be at the dogs level, “you have a dog?”

You giggled as the dog grew excited with you and jumped at you. John slightly smiled before calling you both to the elevator. You and the dog were now glued to each other's sides, you gave her snout a big kiss before turning back to John, “what’s her name?”

“Dog.” He pressed the button to the last floor and you pouted. “You got this cute dog and didn’t give her a name?” John looked amused at your outrage, reaching past you to give Dog another pat. “I did name her; Dog.”

“That’s not a name-” You were cut off by the elevator's ding and its doors opening. The atmosphere's playfulness evaporated as John’s stance stiffened. His smiles and banter with you morphed into his stoic business stature.

You and Dog followed close behind him, stopping when the bartender called out a joyful, ‘Jonathan!’ your brows furrowed only to discover she was talking to none other than John Wick. “Hello, Addy,” he kindly answers her.

“To think I’d see you back. I thought you’d be done after…” She trails off, pointedly staring at Dog. You looked between the two and Dog as if that’d help you learn what she was referring to. “I guess I’m not quite retired again.”

Addy’s focus snapped to you, seemingly just taking you in, “a job or mini Wick?”

“She’s not-”

“He’s not my dad.” Both of your voices overlapped with each other. She nodded, pushing a glass towards John that he took without question. “Job then. You’re definitely not old enough for what I have in stock, good with water and some snacks?”

It had been over a day since you’ve last had anything to drink or eat and right now the sound of water and a simple snack seemed like heaven. You nodded eagerly, she grabbed them both for you with a wide grin.

“I’ll be seeing you, Jonathan and not-mini-Wick.” You waved at her, slipping Dog a piece of the cracker you bit into. John nodded to Addy and guided you two to a booth near the back. He waited for you to get settled with Dog and ordered you to sit there.

“I have to talk to someone, you wait here. I won’t be long.” You scooched over to the middle, Dog sitting at your side and stealing more of the food. “John,” you called after him. He paused. “What if I can’t stay?” Will you pass me off like he did? Will I be alone?

“We go somewhere else.” We. You relaxed into the seat, a relieved smile grew on your face. You shot him a thumbs up, chugging back your water and watched him make his way towards an older man reading some papers with a pair of glasses hanging low on his nose.

“Winston,” John greeted. Winston looked up from his papers and smiled when he caught sight of who called for him. “Ah, Jonathan, what may I do for you.” John took a seat in front of him at the table, rubbing at his left leg.

“I have a guest here.” Winston placed down his papers and removed his glasses from their place on his face. “Are they a member?” Winston, being the only person able to read John’s expression, frowned, displeased.

“You know the rules, the Continental is members only. No exceptions,” he looked back down to his papers. John sighed heavily, pushing his hair back and rubbing his forehead. “She’s a kid.” Winston’s attention snapped back to him, catching sight of you a few tables from them.

“Who would entrust you with a child?” Winston looked nothing short of concerned. “She’s in need of protection. Desperate need.” John emphasized. Winston sighed, peering at you. You were giggling along with Dog, still covered in blood and scrapes.

“I wish there was more I could do, Jonathan. Child or not, she is not a member.” John’s jaw tensed. The easy way never worked out. In the Continental you could stay without being harmed while John dealt with the Spade’s. Now he’d have to bring you with him, leaving you out of his sight was too risky.

He gazed back at you only to find a man had joined your table, a man showing off a spade card. John roughly shoved back his seat, catching Winston’s attention. He strode over to your booth, lifting the man up by his collar and tossing him out of the seat.

“Now, let’s not forget hotel rules,” Winston called out from behind in an attempt to prevent the chaos that was about to ensue. John knelt down to the man and held him menacingly, You were cowering back in your seat with Dog growling in front of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The man chuckled but the shaking of his hands gave away his fear of being up close to the infamous John wick. “Passing along a message. I’m safe to do so, not even you can hurt me here, Baba Yaga.”

John yanked the man closer, leaning in, “you won’t be able to hide here forever. Now speak to me, not her.” The man grunted at the little shake John gave him. “He wants his pin. Amends can be made but without it, blood will spill. The attack earlier was just a warning.”

You reached into your pocket for the spade pin you took from the body only to come up empty handed. You hadn’t dropped it - you know you didn’t. Your mind flashed back to when you first walked into the hotel. The person who bumped into you earlier. You were a thief and didn’t even notice when you were pickpocketed.

John watched as utter hopeless dread filled your expression, bottom lip slightly trembling. “It was stolen,” your voice shook. The man held down on the floor laughed out, regaining everyone's attention.

“Let there be blood.” His cackles were silenced by John knocking him unconscious. He stood to meet Winston’s judging stare. “I can’t kill him, but I can hurt him.” Winston sighed, unimpressed.

John walked over to you, pulling you from the booth seat. You were visibly shaking, you had a way to stop all of this and it slipped through your fingers so quickly. He placed a hand on your shoulder, stilling you.

“Is the Doctor in?” Winston smiled, “now that, I can do for you.”

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You were sitting on a cushioned chair, Dog by your feet. John was by the door waiting to greet this Doctor. You wrung your hands together looking all around the room, it wasn’t your typical doctors office - not that you’ve been to many.

Your anxiety was through the roof, not knowing what direction you were heading after this. From the way John had addressed his ‘friend’ you guessed you weren’t welcome in the hotel, and now it was made clear the Spade wanted you dead for a lost pin.

“If it was stolen it’s important and people know it. Valuable things are sold, I know someone who knows everything happening in the city.” He had read your mind. “We go there next?” You asked, leaning down to pet Dog for some comfort.

John shook his head, “we go home next. I have some things I’ll need for future problems.” You had a feeling by ‘things’ he meant weapons and lots of them. “Can you teach me how you use a knife like that?” You wave around your arms, mocking his earlier actions with added sound effects.

“You’re not touching a knife,” he deadpanned. “What about a gun? I’ll need to protect myself,” you pointed out. John stood strong, unaffected by your act, “you won’t be needing any of it.” You grunted in frustration, picking at a scab that started to grow at your knee.

You thought back to the guy down at the bar, remembering the name he called John by. “What that guy called you - Baba Yaga, like the boogeyman?” He moved from the door, dragging a chair from the corner closer to you and taking a seat.

“Yes.” You watched as he rubbed at the leg he was limping on earlier. “I don’t think it suits you.” He leaned back into the chair, calling over Dog which made you frown over the loss of her attention. “Why’s that?”

“I’ve always imagined the boogeyman wearing a top hat.” He instantly scowled at you, “I’m not wearing a top hat.” You failed at swallowing the laughter that built up from the conjured image of John wearing a top hat while fighting the bad guys.

“Do I get a nickname now since I’m with you?” You tried to call Dog back to you but she stayed by John’s side, betrayal from Dog hurting you worse than the throbbing at the back of your head. “What would you be called, Likho?”

You didn’t know what that meant but telling from his taunting tone it wasn’t anything nice. “That was an insult. You just made fun, didn’t you?” Though it was less of a question and more of a statement.

John cracked a smirk but refused to face you, instead focusing on Dog. Traitor. “Is your name really Jonathan?” It didn’t sound quite right for him. “Jardani Jovonovich.” In return you told him your full name.

Another road breached on your journey together. Finally the door opened revealing the Doctor you’ve heard mentioned several times. He was a rather old man, older than John. He had a slight hunch and wore a pair of glasses.

“John Wick and a child?” A fact that seems to shock everyone you meet. “Her heads been hit a few times,” John gestures to the back of your head.

The man walks over to your side, pulling up his glasses and muttering a small, “let me see.” He poked and prodded at your head a bit, you did your best to resist flinching away, instead allowing for hissed out winces to escape.

“Well,” he leans back, “no stitches. Just some bandaging for a slight concussion.” He pulled out some white bandages, medical tape, alcohol, and set to work. It didn’t take him very long to patch you up, used to the rush of severely injured hitmen.

Before he could move on you pointed at John, “what about his leg?” The Doctor moved from you to inspect his left leg. “You did not mention your leg,” he scolded, pulling the ripped fabric from the injury. “A stab wound,” he tsked.

Your eyes widened at the casual way John had hid a stab wound all this time. You watched as the Doctor pulled out a stitching kit, John not even blinking as the needle pulled his skin back together.

“How many times do I have to tell you to not hide injuries? If not for that girl…” The Doctor rambled on amidst his stitching. John’s face scrunched at a particularly hard yank of the needle that he was sure was done purposefully.

“Well, she’s here now to prevent that.” He stood straight after the Doctor finished his stitching, placing his equipment away into a drawer. He pulled a bottle with a few pills, “for her pain.” John pocketed it and nodded for you to get back up.

You watched as he handed the very same gold coin he took from Aurelio to the Doctor. “Come on, kid.” You thanked the Doctor, now heading out to the place John Wick called home. The preparation for the fight over your life now begins.

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lizsos · 4 days

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Hi, lovely! I'm not sure if you're taking requests. But if you are, please right g!p Bada with a breeding kink.. I just know she has it. 🥵

Hi love <3 ofc I don't mind requests:)

♤Let me♤

▪︎Warning : breeding, ,dirty talks, g!p, pet names , belly bulging, spurting, creamie pie . MDNI

▪︎Genre : smut

"Just lay there" she grunted ,watching in awes as her cock stretched the puffy lips of your slick cunt open , the thickness of her making you shiver slightly. "And let me fuck my cum into you" .

Bada had already given her load to you , but that wasn't enough. No ,she had to make it stay there . "Let me help it stick . Let me get it deep". She was so deep you could feel it in your stomach , but you weren't about to complain. "Such a cute, messy little pussy...." she cooed, thumb brushing the swollen clit that buzzed with sensitivity . Her hips bucked and she pushed her cock further making the both of you inhale sharply .

"Y'know this is what your made for ,yeah?" Bada asked, sweat beading on her brow as she spread your ass open , watching you take her. Her thumb was stuffed in your other little hole , cock In your cunt, you nod

"Yeah....m'glad you do . Considering you like to run your mouth at me all day long, but you've got me to put you in your place isn't it right ?" She cooed , keeping her thrusts deep , filling you up at a torturously slow pace. You walls sucked her in, slicky and hot and exactly as she needed .

"Just a pretty hole f'me to breed . Tight little cunt to dump my cum into" .

Bada stretches you out to the max when she fucks you . Your pussy snugly onto her thick cock as you struggle to take her all . Letting out little whiney cries when she lushes deeper into you . Her hands rubbing soothingly over e bulge on your stomach with a thing smirk . "Would you look at that baby, 'm so deep in there... you fell that?" She moans a bit , thrusting up harshly just to watch her tip visibly push at your skin .

She's thrusting into you so good . Tears rolling down your cheeks as she fucks you deep , balls slapping noisily onto your ass as your pussy weeps messily onto her cock. "Pussy's still struggling to take me huh?" She breathes, thumb reaching down once again to to rub small circles on your clit . Watching as your back arches off of the bed with a loud moan . Your wet lashes blinking up at her as your lips part in a string of adorable noises .

You can't think , eyes rolling back as you babble her name Dumbleton. Her large hand warrping around your neck to capture your lips on hers . Slopily locking your tpunge with hers till you're drooling onto your chest , allowing her to swallow all your muffled sobs of pleasure. She's hitting that spot so perfect ly , and you find yourself shaking beanth her when her free hand reaches down to press onto your stomach.

Bada softly kisses away your tears with a hum when you beg her to cum . Your vision blurring with a small scream when she gives you the okay . Clenching down tightly before lewdly squriting onto him . "Fuckkk sweetheart, pussy's so wet she's practically talking t' me right now, wants me to pump her full of my cum doesn't she?" She grunts , cock twitching when you nod with a moan , "uh huh-please do"

Her movements slow down, panting heavily as she comes to a stop inside you . Burying her cock as far as she could till you were skin to akin , her tip taking its rightful place at your cervix entrance.

You feel yourself getting fuller when she realases into you . Ropes after ropes of the thick substance pianting your walls throughly in white .

You whimper when it refuses to end , her cum continuesouly spurting out of her with no signs of stopping. After all , you should have known by now that her balls hold twice the amount of cum that they should.

Your legs threaten to close around him when you start getting filled to the brim , her cum somehow seeping past her cock to run down your assamd onto the sheets below . "B-Bada . There's so muchhh, 'M stuffed" you whine with a sniffle , your girlfriend only shoving your legs back open with a faux pout .

"I know sweet girl but I've gotta empty it all inside that lill' cunt of yours kay? Just lay there n' take it like a good girl"

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callsignfate · 5 months

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Hi I have a request (if you don't like it that's fine), let's say fem reader works with Valeria and reader have a big crush on her leader. One day Valeria has a meeting with another cartel leader ,but he didn't want to make business with her, he wanted to kill her. Reader was outside the office but when she heard the fight she wanted to help so she covered Valeria with her body and reader got shot ( not bad ,let's say leg or arm). So Valeria was so mad at her bc she actually care about the reader. It can be a little angst with them saying what they feel (no need to be super romantic...but still 😆) and ofcourse fluff at the end. Sorry if it's chaotic, English is not my first language 😭 if you do this I'll be so happy but if you decide it's a thrash I'll understand 😆😆😆😆 thank you

Seeing Red

Day Twelve of Writemas/Birthday post

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Okay so I saw this and I immediately wanted to write and post this so todays post that was supposed to be posted today will be posted as tomorrows post! Thank you Anon for this request and never apologize for your English's skills they are really good for how terribly hard (and stupid) it is to learn English. I was born in the United States and I still personally struggle with so much! This was such a cool Idea!

TW: Mention of injury, blood, guns, gun shots, needles, medications. If I've missed any let me know!

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Valeria was an attractive woman, and she knew it. She rarely had eyes for anyone, that was until she found you in the midst of her cartel pyramid.

She was aware of your attraction to her. She observed your eyes scanning her body and face whenever she was around, how your breaths would become heavier when she ordered you around, and how desperate you were to listen, to be perfect for her.

She adored this, and you. Although she never showed it directly to you, she would inquire with the people closest to her about your whereabouts, how you were doing, and if they could give you a better position—something closer to her.

She knew you would never betray her; she could see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice when you always responded with a quick "Yes ma'am." She made it believable that you had climbed ranks yourself; your skills weren't mediocre by any means. In her mind, this justified her desire to keep you close, to keep an eye on you.

So, when the day to meet another cartel leader arrived, she ordered you to stand outside her office, keeping anyone else out and keeping him in.

And that's exactly what you did. Standing like a soldier guarding a base, you stood there for an hour, listening to the muffled conversation that slowly became heated. The harsh, angry words of Valeria were muffled through the door before the man's voice erupted into an angry yell. Awkwardly hovering your hand over the doorknob, you pushed the door open to see Valeria's eyes locked on the man who held the cold steel pointed at her.

She didn't even glance your way, and Valeria's eyes didn't waver—there wasn't a hint of fear in her gaze. Without thinking, you pushed the man away from her. His anger flared, and a loud bang rang through the room. Another two men, whom you usually worked with, rushed in. Your eyes frantically searched Valeria's body as your hands patted over her gear and arms, only stopping when her face looked... bewildered.

The two men had the cartel leader pinned on the ground as they handcuffed and gagged him. Your eyes only glanced back at them once before you started shaking Valeria's shoulders, asking if she was okay, where she was shot.

A painful burn slowly faded into your mind, and your focus flickered to your hand as you pushed it against the pain that was getting worse. The adrenaline faded quickly, and your trembling hand moved into your line of sight, stained a deep red.

"Oh." A strange calmness settled over you as you stared at the blood on your hand, the pain registering more profoundly. The gravity of the situation hit you, and you felt the room spinning. Valeria finally shifted her gaze from the restrained cartel leader to you, her expression a mix of surprise and concern.

"Let me see." She hissed out with a level of anger in her tone that almost made you flinch backwards, Her hands moved quickly to move your gear, before she groaned and started taking it off quickly to get a better look.

"Damn it," Valeria muttered under her breath, more to herself than to you. "It doesn't look too deep, but we need to get this patched up."

Despite the urgency, there was a gentle touch in her hands as she started to apply pressure to the wound. The makeshift bandage she fashioned from a torn piece of fabric was surprisingly efficient, considering the circumstances. "I've patched up my own wounds before, let's go." Valeria added before she began moving you out of her now busy office, her mind racing as she led you to a room that only had one large table in the middle and fluffy lather chair's around it. "Sit. Now." She ordered out, you looked at the chair as she moved to open a small closet that was tucked away in the order. "I don't want to bleed all over the chair, it could make a mess." You murmured out quietly, her head whipped around with a glare that felt like daggers, without another word you sat down, her head giving you a brief nod before she went back to searching for the medical supplies in the closet.

Valeria swiftly grabbed a medical kit from the closet with a small sigh of relief, her hands moved with practiced efficiency. The atmosphere in the room was tense, but there was an odd sense of trust between you and Valeria, an unspoken understanding.

She cleaned the wound meticulously, her movements precise. The pain was sharper now as she probed around, but you held back any sounds of discomfort. Valeria didn't seem to appreciate the stoicism.

As she finished applying a more secure dressing, she met your eyes with a disapproving and concerned glare. "What in the hell were you thinking rushing in to take the shot, I had it."

You met her gaze evenly, a sense of defiance flickering in your eyes. "You were in danger. I couldn't just stand there."

A mixture of irritation and something else danced across Valeria's expression. "You think I can't handle myself?"

"It's not about that," you replied, choosing your words carefully. "It's about having each other's backs. We're a team, Ma'am."

Her eyes softened, the harsh edge momentarily giving way to a more contemplative look. "A team, huh?"

"Yeah, a team," you huffed.

She sighed, glancing away for a moment before refocusing on you. "Well, next time, let me do my job. I can't afford to lose you."

Your mind stuttered as you heard her last word, you? Did you hear that correctly? You tried to blink away your pleasantly surprised expression at her words.

"Just me?" You asked with the smallest of smile pulling at your lips as Valeria pushed her hand out at you with two small medications in her palm.

"Alright, don't get all mushy on me," Valeria retorted, almost avoiding your question. She handed you the medications, a clear attempt to steer the conversation away from the momentary vulnerability.

You took the medications, suppressing a chuckle at her deflection. "Thank you."

"Yea, just take those, and no running into gunfire without a plan next time," she said, resuming her typical authoritative tone, "I care about you too much to let you just get shot, understood?"

You nodded, a genuine smile playing on your lips. "Understood, Ma'am. I'll leave the heroics to you.. maybe"

Valeria's stern expression softened for a moment, a rare hint of warmth in her eyes. "Good. Now get some rest. We both have jobs to do."

As you left her makeshift medical room, you couldn't help but feel a subtle shift in your dynamic with Valeria. It was as if the unspoken bond had solidified, creating a connection that went beyond the professional.

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