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i've been scrolling through your page and it's just 😫

anyway, could i request a sebastian sallow smut were reader is absolutely stressed out by studying for N.E.W.T.s (earlier than everyone else and also harder - bc she doesn't want to stay behind) and she's just snapping at everyone and spends most of her time studying on her Room of Requirement. after a particularly aggressive (or rude) answer she gave to sebastian earlier, he decides to release her stress by eating her out, leading to more heated things as he wanted to wear her off >:)

if you take this request thank you <3 and if you don't it's okay!! bye <3

Thank you so much for the request! I am so sorry that it has taken me a while to put an answer together for you. I hope that this is okay 💜🙏

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 🔥❤️‍🔥 NSFW 🔞

The library was quiet and Sebastian was engrossed in the book he was poring over, head bent, his hand poised over his notes parchment, quill in hand. Beside him sat Ominis, his wand held over his book as it translated the words for him. Sebastian lifted his head distractedly at his friend's sigh, thinking perhaps he was struggling with something, ready to assist.

"Everything alright?" He asked.

Ominis twisted his mouth a little, his brow furrowed. "Have you done something to upset MC?"

Sebastian frowned. "No," he replied. He tilted his head, thinking for a moment and put his quill down. "At least, I don't think I have. Why do you ask?"

"She has been in the most terrible mood lately, snapping and being rather rude if I'm being honest," Ominis grumbled. "She was most unsavoury at breakfast this morning."

Sebastian nodded. "Hmm, yes she has been a bit snippy, and hiding out too. I made the mistake of suggesting it was her time of the month and, well, let's just say I was lucky to escape her wrath with my head still attached."

Ominis snickered. "Oh, Sebastian, you should know better than to say such a thing to a young lady, especially one you have a habit of sharing a bed with."

Sebastian smirked and then nudged Ominis with his elbow. "Shh, she's coming," he whispered. He snatched up his quill as MC crossed the library towards them, offering up a smile to her as she dropped her books onto the table in front of them. Her smile flashed across her lips and then disappeared just as quickly.

"Good afternoon, MC," Ominis said carefully.

"Hello," she said. She sighed and pulled out a chair, sitting down and opening her books. "What are you studying?"

Sebastian shifted in his seat, eyeing MC. Had he said or done something to upset her? He took in the haphazard way she had pinned her hair up today, the shadows under eyes and the paleness in her cheeks. He knew her well enough to understand her troubles with sleep, something he struggled with himself. Maybe she was just tired?

"Arithmancy," he said. He grimaced. "Welcome to the party, it's great fun."

She huffed a short laugh through her nose and leaned over to take a look at what he had written on his parchment. "It doesn't matter how long I stare at the numbers, they still seem to mock me. I feel like I am in a constant battle with my brain to keep up with everyone else. Trolls, poachers, even the odd dark wizard, would be more preferable to take on rather than these awful NEWT exams."

"Are you feeling a tad stressed, MC?" Ominis asked with concern. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Her shoulders slumped and soft smile lifted her lips. "That's very sweet of you, Ominis," she said. "It is all a bit overwhelming, isn't it?"

Sebastian watched their exchange, his eyes drawn to the subtle flick of her tongue over her bottom lip, and he felt a stirring in his pants. She had such a pretty mouth, especially when she smiled. His lips twitched into a playful smirk. "I know a few good stress relieving techniques, if you're interested," he murmured suggestively.

Her eyes widened a fraction as they swung towards him, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. A sharp kick was delivered to his shin as Ominis clicked his tongue in irritation beside him. "For goodness sake," Ominis muttered.

Sebastian's smirked widened until he saw the frown on MC's face. Then it faltered.

"Ominis is right!" She huffed. "Here I am, worried about my exams and my future after Hogwarts, and all you can think about is what is going on inside your pants!"

His lips parted in surprise, eyebrows lifting. "I was only messing..."

"Well don't!" She snapped. She stood and slapped her books shut, gathering them up before giving him a glare. "I apologise, Ominis, but I shall see you later. I've decided to study elsewhere this afternoon."

Sebastian watched her retreating back in surprise and a sinking sensation in his stomach. Maybe he really had done something wrong. Or, maybe she was beginning to think that her future didn't feature him in it? That thought made him feel rather cold.

"Wow, you're right, Ominis," he said. He dropped his quill back down and ran his hand through his hair. "She really isn't happy, is she?"

"I'm sure it's just stress," Ominis said. He tilted his head and put a tentative hand on Sebastian's forearm, his fingers seeking him out across the table. "Perhaps less of the smutty talk, and more chat about how you can help her. I know you care deeply for her, Sebastian. Maybe she needs you to show it."

Sebastian sighed and patted Ominis on the hand. "Let's hope she will be willing to let me."

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Feeling rather wretched and sad despite her long bath, MC wandered the corridors of the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower trying to self soothe her nerves. The delicate strains of the enchanted instruments filtered across the space and she felt a pang of sadness. It was a familiar and comforting sound and she was going to miss it.

To think that her time here at Hogwarts was drawing to a close was making the impending exams even more stressful, and she had always felt like she was one step behind everyone else, she had so much more to prove despite all she had achieved so far. To make matters worse, she was snapping and being so awful to the people that she cared so much about.

She winced at the memory of Sebastian's crestfallen face as she had stormed out of the library this afternoon. She had been rather mean to Ominis this morning as well. She adored her two Slytherin boys, couldn't imagine being without either of them, but her heart was Sebastian's. That boy had duelled his way into her life, stole her heart and sanity, and she had been shutting him out.

Feeling regretful, but so tense still, MC found herself outside the Undercroft entrance. Maybe Sebastian would be down there.

As she arrived at the metal gate, she could see him on the far side, scribbling away on a chalkboard by the light of candles balanced on the storage crates nearby. Her lips lifted in a fond smile at the open book in his other hand. He always had a book open around him somewhere. It was one of the things she loved about him.

Sebastian turned at the sound of the gate opening and he immediately closed the book and put down his chalk. He rubbed his hand against his hip and took a few steps towards her, his smile hesitant, his gaze uncertain.

Tears stung her eyes and she held her arms up towards him. Instantly, he was across the room and scooping her up into a warm embrace, her feet leaving the floor as he squeezed her against his chest. "I'm sorry," he mumbled into her hair.

"No, I'm sorry," she said. She leant back to look at his face, her hands cupping his gorgeous freckled cheeks. "I've been terrible, I know I have. I'm just so scared and nervous about exams and what comes next. I shouldn't take it out on those I love."

His eyebrow quirked. "So, you do still love me, then?"

She bent her head and pressed her nose to his. "Forever."

His beautiful brown eyes burned into hers, so close to her own that she felt the heat from his gaze all the way down to her toes, that were still dangling mid air where he held her.

"Don't worry about what comes after Hogwarts," he said softly. "Whatever it is, we are doing it together, alright? Me and you. I love you, even when you are biting my head off."

She grinned and swiped her thumb over his lower lip. "Maybe I just liking keeping you on your toes," she whispered.

He smirked. "That you do."

She pressed a kiss to those soft lips of his, her eyes fluttering closed at the warm response he gave her, his grip on her tightening as he lowered her feet back to the floor. Her lips parted as her head tilted back and he took full advantage, his tongue swirling slowly into her mouth, the caress of it smooth and delicious.

Kissing him was one of her favourite things, along with the way he held her with his hands, one of them sliding wantonly over her waist and hip as he kissed her thoroughly. He always woke the heat inside of her, a heat that lay dozing and ready for his lips and hands to come along and prod it into life.

When they came up for air she smiled against his mouth, pressing little kisses along his damp lips. "Now then, Sallow," she murmured. "What were those stress relieving techniques you mentioned earlier?"

His smirk was devilish. "Suddenly interested are we?"

She bit her lower lip. "I find myself in need of some release," she taunted.

Sebastian had her spread on the study table, robes and hair splayed out across the many parchments and books scattered across it, her skirt up around her waist and his mouth firmly on hers as his fingers delved through her slick folds.

MC moaned, her back arching as he swirled knowingly over her nub, sliding his fingers against her in ways that had her toes curling and his name whispered from her lips. He tugged her school tie free, tossing it over his shoulder as he opened her blouse, his mouth sucking and licking at her skin. She gripped his hair, her hips rolling as she chased the release that she was confident he would give her.

His hands grabbed at her hips, tugging her towards him, a little yelp leaving her as her hips slid to the table edge. Parchment scattered and she heard the thump of a book hitting the floor, but soon forgot about that as his mouth clamped on to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, sucking forcefully until a glorious red bloom appeared there. His mouth moved higher, his hand gripping underneath her thigh as he spread her open for him.

His eyes blazed with hunger and he licked his lips before he dropped to his knees. MC gasped, pressing herself up into her elbows to look down at the ruffled mop of his brown hair between her thighs. "Sebastian...ooooohhhh!"

Her head fell back as the exclamation left her mouth, the delicious slide of his hot tongue gliding across her most sensitive parts sending fire and delight through her. He savoured her flesh with sinful sounding kisses, his tongue dancing erotically as she arched, her fingers delving into those brown locks and gripping on. As he licked and sucked, the pressure and the tease was sending her upwards in a spinning spiral. Her thighs began to tremble, her moans turning into cries as he worked harder, his fingers sliding into her to add that little bit extra to her pleasure.

It was a conflict of wanting to have him keep making her feel this way, against the complete and utter need to reach her limit. Her hips rocked, and he moaned against her heat, a gasp leaving her lips at the pleasant vibration of it. As the wave crested, MC clenched, her eyes squeezing shut as the tremor took her. Her arm flung out, scattering more of their study materials onto the stone floor of the Undercroft, as a low cry of release left her throat.

Sebastian stood, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before drawing her up into a sitting position, his arms encircling her tightly. His hands smoothed through her hair as he pressed kisses along her neck and whispered his love into her ears while she trembled. MC clung to him, burying her face against his familiar scent, satisfied and loving him all the more for it.

As her breathing slowed, her fingers toyed with his tie, loosening it a little so that she could press kisses to his throat. "How are your stress levels, then, Seb?" She teased.

He chuckled and grabbed her hand, guiding it down to where there was a rather promising bulge in his trousers. She hummed in approval, her gaze playful as she met his eyes and palmed him teasingly. He groaned, his hips rolling. "I could do with a little release myself as it goes," he said. He kissed her, slow, hungry.

MC responded, her fingers tugging at his fastenings and pushing his clothing aside to free his length, sliding her grip over it. Her leg shifted, hooking around him tighter and pulling him close. "I reckon this table is strong enough to take a decent amount of stress relief," she suggested.

His look was dark and dangerous as he slid the palm of his hand from her knee up her thigh, fingers gripping at her hip as he positioned himself against her. "Let's find out," he breathed. He entered her, stretching her out, their breaths mingling as they both moaned at the intrusion.

MC braced her hands on the table top as Sebastian began to thrust, pushing the table to it's absolute limit as he took her forcefully, chasing his own much needed release. His face was flushed, his hair mussed and his lips parted as he fucked, moans spilling from his mouth. MC could feel her own walls tightening around him, the sight and feel of him combining to build that fire within her again. As release hit her again, Sebastian let himself go too, the deep throb signalling the spill deep within her. She reached for him, holding his head against her chest as he gasped for breath, his face damp with sweat.

As they straightened their clothes, their eyes met with intimate glances and knowing smiles. MC grabbed his hand, her heart feeling full, and her shoulders definitely feeling much more relaxed. She lifted his hand to her mouth, pressing kisses along the back of it to his wrist. "I love you," she said.

He wrapped his arms about her waist and pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you too," he said. He smoothed a hand up her back, cupping her neck and massaging gently. "Feeling better?"

She grinned and nodded. "Much better, thank you," she said. "You know, I think I might need a bit more of this stress relief, what with all these exams looming..."

"You only have to say the word, my love, and I will give you all the stress relief you need," he said. His mouth claimed hers in another delicious kiss that had her pondering the possibility of sneaking into his dorm room later that night.

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jeontaeil-archived · 3 years

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Catch Me If You Can //

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a part of @neosmutcollective's RISQUÉ event

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Pairing: Criminal!Ten x Cop!Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut. Male receiving, Tit-job, Marking, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex. Non-Idol AU

Words: 5.6k+

Warnings: 18+ content. Read at your own discretion. Mentions of drugging.

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Sirens tore through the city, disrupting the serenity of the late hour. You loved how they sounded. So promising and exhilarating. Something big was about to go down.

The task force raced down the empty streets with you at their lead. You were in pursuit of a band of huge black SUVs, one of them holding the most dangerous criminal in your city.

You'd been in this situation many times before. You'd been chasing after Ten since the very first day. No matter how close you thought you were to catching him, he always managed to slip out of your grasp. He'd bring your hopes up, only to snatch them from you.

Ten loved playing with you. Whenever you were in a slump, he'd always leave a few obvious clues behind. It was like he was almost asking you to come and get him. But it was only ever because he was bored and wanted to have some fun.

You had done everything in your power to get to this very moment. All the pieces had been laid. All you had to do was throw Ten in jail and you'd get the biggest promotion of your life. If anything went wrong in tonight's plan you'd be stuck, a mere cop in a shitty precinct for the rest of your life.

You wouldn't deny it. The rush you felt while hunting Ten down excited you greatly. That feeling of having him in your grasp, not quite but so close, it made the adrenaline course through your veins. In a twisted sort of way, you wouldn't mind if Ten made this race a bit more thrilling. After all, it would be his last.

The cars split up at an intersection. You'd already predicted this beforehand. Your squad wordlessly broke into the formation you'd planned out while you zoomed straight ahead.

A hand emerged from the car before you, a cigar held in its grasp. The rings that adorned its fingers were enough to tell you that you had eyes on Ten.

Gritting your teeth, you stomped on the accelerator, catching up with him slowly. He was all yours. You had him now. Ten seemed to make no effort to evade you. He continued driving as leisurely as possible. You couldn't tell why but you didn't want to take any chances. There wasn't any backup near. All you had was a pistol to defend yourself.

You figured the safest thing to do was maintain some distance between your car and his. You saw him adjust his mirror. What you didn't expect was for him to give you a clear view of his face.

He was looking straight at you, a devilish grin plastered on his face. What on earth was he up to? You saw him reach over to the side and collect a gun. Pulling your own out of its holster, you held it up by the wheel.

Keeping his eyes on you, Ten placed his cigar between his lips and threw the gun out the open window. Your eyes widened in bewilderment. Why did he unarm himself? You watched his gun scatter to the side of the road. When your eyes locked with his again, he sent you a wink and sped away.

Acting fast, you raced behind him, staying right behind his car. He kept making sharp turns, dancing through lanes, but nothing that would throw you off. He wasn't trying to run away. He was taking you out for a spin. If you wanted to put a stop to this game, you needed to corner him.

So you decided to turn the tables. He clearly needed you to focus on him. Without batting a lash, you took a u-turn and started driving off in the opposite direction. You saw his car skid to a stop. He stuck his head out of the window, furrowing his brows at you.

Rolling down your own window, you put your hand out and motioned for him to follow you. An erratic laugh was heard, followed by Ten trailing after you.

He didn't seem skeptical at all. It was like he'd forgotten that you were a cop. He looked curious. He wanted to see what you were going to do. Maybe he knew that it was all over for him. Perhaps he wanted to have one last exciting night.

Seeing a familiar street, you made a turn, grinning as you spotted him enter the small road with you. Looking back at the road, you slammed the breaks immediately. It was a dead end.

Another menacing laugh was heard from behind you. You had no clue what was going on. Gun in your hand, you got out of your car and hid behind the open door.

"There's no point in hiding princess. I've got you trapped."

You'd never heard Ten's voice before. It dripped of class and authority. No wonder so many people were afraid of him.

This was no time to be afraid however. You were so close to getting him. You just had to play your cards right. That was the only way you could get out of this situation safely.

"I bet you weren't expecting this little surprise." His voice was getting closer. You cocked your gun. "You'll be amazed how easy it is to change signs. My men did a great job."

He was so arrogant about his 'achievement'. You wanted to spit in his face.

"Now put your gun down and come on out. I promise I won't hurt you. I don't even have a weapon. You can't fire on me if I'm unarmed. Isn't that police protocol?"

It was indeed. But you couldn't just risk it like that. He'd already deceived you once. Only a fool would let it happen twice.

"This is my warehouse y/n. All my business takes place here. When you and your pesky task force took down all my other outlets, I made sure this one remained secure," he shared.

You glanced at the tiny shed behind you. How could this hold it all? He was bluffing. You were sure of it.

Peeking over the hood of your car, you gasped on seeing how close he was to you. There was no point in hiding now. Pointing your gun at him, you carefully stepped into sight. Ten pushed his hands into his pocket, fiddling with the cigar in his mouth. He scoffed and looked to the side.

"Come on y/n. Let's not waste our time. If you cooperate, you'll see how it all began. How it all grew and poisoned this city you cherish so preciously."

He stepped towards you. You shot at his feet impulsively. "Keep your distance. Put your hands above your head and get on the ground."

He winced and stayed put. With your other hand, you reached for your pair of handcuffs. "I said get on the ground," you repeated, this time more sternly. His eyes locked with yours, corners of his lips curling up into a smile.

"Someone's feisty," he commented, stepping towards you once again after paying no heed to your warning. You fired at his feet once more. He didn't even flinch. He was so used to the sound of gunshots. They failed to phase him anymore.

"You know, I spent many nights imagining this day. The day we finally met," he revealed. "The exchange is alarmingly similar to what I'd thought it would be like."

You kept firing at his feet. You'd run out of bullets soon. "Stay away from me," you shouted, not letting your voice falter even a bit. He ignored your words. "I never expected you to be so beautiful. Seriously y/n, why'd you become a cop? You could've easily made it big in the modelling industry."

You felt disgusted all of a sudden. He was so shameless. How could he be hitting on you when you were holding him at gunpoint?

"Shut up. Just put your hands on your head and get on the ground," you said again, getting impatient.

"I don't wanna get on the ground though. These trousers are new, I can't afford to get any dust on them," Ten complained. Was he being serious?

"I don't care about your fucking pants! Just get on the ground-"

Ten lunged towards you and swatted your gun out of your hand in the blink of an eye. It clattered to the side, closer to him than to you. You watched in horror as he skilfully emptied the bullets and slipped them into his pocket. He tossed the gun to you with a sly grin.

"There's your gun. You can put it down now, there's no use keeping it aimed at me anyways."

You checked your pockets for any extra bullets, cursing when there were none. Ten folded his arms across his chest.

"What do you want from me," you asked, moving away from him.

Ten raised a brow. "Your attention, that's all." He stepped towards you carefully.

"Why do you need my attention? I'm trying to arrest you for god's sake."

He caged you between himself and the building's wall behind you, hand slipping behind your back to snatch your handcuffs. What you didn't expect was for him to put them on his own hands and bound himself.

"What are you doing," you questioned, pushing him away from you.

"I'll let you take the credit for this." He chuckled. "This y/n, is a gesture to make you feel safe. I mean you no harm. All I ask is that you give me a few hours of your time."

You looked between his hands, his face and the warehouse in front of you. He noticed the doubt on your face. "If you're gonna bring me down at least do it entirely. There's no point in throwing me in prison while this place remains in existence. Certainly not my men or I, but someone else might stumble across it. Doesn't take a genius to get a business up and running if they're desperate you know."

He had a point. You hated that he was right. Not only would this prevent someone from starting his business up again, but it would ensure a stricter sentence. Surely he'd never get life imprisonment, but the longer Ten stayed in jail, the better it would be for your city.

"Fine," you agreed with a sigh. "But no funny business."

Ten raised his hands in defence. "I promise. It's just you, me and my entire life's work."

You went back to your car to retrieve your keys and phone, plus some extra bullets which you loaded your gun with. "You can't deny me this. I'm walking into an abandoned warehouse with a guy who's on the state's most wanted list, no backup whatsoever."

Ten pursed his lips. "I never objected."

And with that, you followed behind him.

He held the rusty door open for you. The inside of the warehouse was completely dark. It clearly had no ventilation of any sort. The air was damp and eerily cold, with a faint musty smell.

"Are there any lights in here?"

Ten chuckled yet again. "Patience y/n. We're not there yet."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

You turned on your phone's flashlight and held it in front of you. The entire warehouse was empty. It wasn't that big of a space. The only thing on the ground was loose paper and cockroaches. Had he just set you up?

Cocking your gun, you pressed it to his back. "Do you think I'm playing games here?"

His body tensed up. "The operation is downstairs," he revealed.

"Then take me there," you urged in annoyance.

Ten led you to the centre of the floor and kicked at the dust until a small latch came into sight. He bent down and pulled it up. It was a trapdoor. A line of stairs continued downwards. You looked at Ten. "After you sir."

As you ascended down the stairs, you felt the air get lighter. It smelled more fresh than it did in the warehouse above. The only thing that remained constant was the darkness.

"Installing a bulb or two in here wouldn't do you any harm you know."

Ten laughed wholeheartedly. "You've got a nice sense of humour. I like that."

Rolling your eyes you continued descending. "How down below is this lair of yours?"

Ten didn't answer you. He walked to the edge of the stairs and jumped. It seemed you'd reached your destination. You shined the light on him, seeing him feel against the wall for something. He then pressed his palm flat against the fall. A few seconds later a bright light flooded your vision. Grimacing, you hid your face.

"Here are the bulbs or two you were asking about earlier."

Sure enough, the entire area had a neat lighting system. You turned your flashlight off and instead opened your camera, taking pictures for evidence. Ten waited patiently at the side.

The space was bigger than the warehouse above. You realised it was just a gimmick to throw anyone who came across it off. Just by the ambiance of the place, you could tell Ten had spent many years building it up to what it was. You wouldn't lie, it was magnificent. Like something straight out of a James Bond movie.

"I'm gonna explain it all to you. Basically let you into my life for a moment here. But you have to promise, that in turn, you won't call any back up. I want all of this to be absorbed by your mind," Ten spoke.

"Why?"

"You'll share it with your team after we're done anyways. But they'll never get to see it upfront. They'll never get to understand and admire it like you did. I only want you to do so," he explained.

His request was odd. But you couldn't argue. None of your files or reports had any record of this place. It had never come up during your investigation and none of your suspects had mentioned it to you. This place was a goldmine and you couldn't risk letting its information get in the wrong hands.

Five hours, you'd spend five hours at Ten's headquarters. Everything he'd told you so far was beyond resourceful. Not only had he helped you bust gangs that your precinct had failed to collect enough evidence against, but he also gave you an inside report of operations you had no clue about.

You couldn't believe he was just spilling all this information to you. You didn't understand why he was being so cooperative. Maybe he'd come to terms with that fact that it was all over him a very long time ago. You decided to ask.

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

Ten paused at your interruption. "As I said earlier. I want you to admire my work."

You scoffed. "So you want to be remembered as more than a criminal then?"

Ten rested his chin on his palm. "Not quite. See, the obvious reason for my downfall is the disloyalty of my peers. They started with me and leached out for a supposed better life. Everything any criminal has in this city is because of what they've either stolen or accepted from me. No one can stay hidden from the law without my help. No king gets to take over my empire after I'm gone. I forbid it," he explained.

He was so in over his head it was amusing. The way he thought it was the others that had ratted him out, you didn't want to burst his bubble but it was him who had brought his own downfall upon himself.

"How long do you think you'll be in jail for this Ten?"

He shrugged. "Until one of the hairs on my head turns grey I assume."

You pointed to the space around you. "Showing me this is only gonna make it worse."

Ten nodded. He already knew that. "But it will ensure that I can't start it up after I emerge from my sentence."

Rocking around in your chair, you studied his headquarters. "Please tell me you've got a coffee machine in this place."

Ten laughed. "Of course we do. Shall I make you a cup?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "No thank you. Unfortunately I don't trust you enough."

Ten pouted dramatically. "That's a shame. Did you know I worked at a cafe to make enough money to buy drugs?"

You shook your head. "You could've made big money in the barista field. Found a pretty girl to move in with. Lead a life on the right side of the law."

He laughed again. For the situation he was in, he was pretty calm. You didn't know why that was. You were just glad he wasn't trying to make any moves on you.

"It's over there," he gestured towards a room in the far corner of the area. "Would you like me to accompany you? Or should I sit still?"

"Stay where you are. I'll be right back," you instructed.

Ten leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. You got up and went to the backroom, keeping your eye on him the entire time. You figured now would be a good time to contact your squad. Let them know of your location and make sure that they'd taken care of their own jobs of handling Ten's henchmen.

Ten remained as still as a statue. The room you entered was more of a lounge. Along with a coffee machine, it also had a couch that looked invitingly comfortable. A quick nap sounded extremely appealing at the moment. But you couldn't risk letting your guard down like that.

You quickly got to preparing your coffee. Just some hot water and coffee powder to do the job. You hoped the extra caffeine would allow you to remain attentive.

Swirling your cup to mix the concoction, you made your way back to Ten. He sat up on your arrival. "We have creamers," he shared.

You took a sip of the warm drink. "No need. The stronger, the better." He couldn't argue with that. Ten resumed his explanation. You continued jotting down all the essentials of his narration. His voice was so monotonous that you never realised when you blacked out.

You woke up on the couch, a blazer draped over your body. Shooting up immediately, you reached behind your back for your gun. Much to your horror, it wasn't there. You stood up and stumbled out of the room. Everything was pitch black outside. You couldn't wrap your mind around anything.

The lights turned on when you made your presence known. You fell down with a groan. They were brighter than you recalled. Your ears started ringing, a sharp sting in your head. A familiar chuckle sounded from behind you.

"Looks like someone's up early. Tell me y/n, how was your sleep?"

You turned around and got up. "What the fuck did you do?"

Ten held his hands up. The cuffs were gone.

"I didn't do anything sweetheart. You did this to yourself."

What was he saying? Why did you black out? That's when it occurred to you. The coffee.

"What the fuck did you drug me with you asshole?" Your head was pounding. Your body felt so weak.

"I didn't drug you with anything y/n. There was nothing in the coffee."

You didn't believe him. "Stop lying. How did I pass out then?"

"No drugs were involved in that y/n. You were just tired. I guess my droning lulled you to bed," he explained.

"Why'd you take my gun then? How did you get out of your handcuffs? The keys were in my pocket."

"I had to steal those from you. I had no other choice. How else was I supposed to carry you to the couch?"

You were so stupid. How could you let this happen. He had your gun, your handcuffs, their keys and your phone. He had you trapped and you didn't know what to do.

"My squad knows where I am. They're gonna come looking for me and you can't run away this time."

Ten rolled his eyes at your warning. "Yeah I saw that text you'd left them. I figured I should've let you know that there was no reception in the warehouse."

You cursed. "Was this your plan all along?"

Ten shook his head. "It was more of an impulsive decision."

"What are you going to do to me?"

Ten furrowed his brows. "Nothing bad. I'm just a drug dealer. I would never hurt you."

As if that was going to comfort you in this situation.

"I just wanna play a game. Would you do that with me?"

You scowled at him. "What's the catch?"

Ten smirked. "Oh there's no catch sweetheart. I just wanna have one last night of fun with the girl of my dream. You wouldn't deny me that would you?"

The girl of his dreams. He was sick.

Ten noticed how reluctant you were. At this rate you weren't gonna agree to anything he said.

"If you say yes, I'll return all your belongings to you and let you escort me out of here, handcuffed of course, all the way back to your precinct where you can put me behind bars for good," he offered.

"Why can't I just skip to that part right now," you asked bitterly.

Ten stepped towards you, bringing his face right in front of yours. You could feel his breath fanning on your lips. "You've spent all these years dedicating your time to me. It would be a shame if you didn't make the most of all that work. You think you know me but you don't. You've never had a proper conversation with me before. You never been so close to me. I'll be honest y/n, I've been waiting to see you. I always knew you'd be the death of me. I'd much rather make more memories with you. After all, you're the woman that brought me down. That makes you special, doesn't it?"

He was so manipulative. You actually found yourself considering his proposition. Something about his words was right.

"Just say the word, you know you want to," he pressed.

"Do you swear that you'll walk out of here without a struggle?"

Ten nodded.

You sighed. "Fine. What are we playing?"

Ten beamed and gave you your distance. "Rummy. I'm sure you're familiar with the proceedings?"

You knew how to play rummy. You also knew that Ten wasn't going to be traditional with it.

"My men and I used to add some booze to the mix. But I know you can't drink while on duty. So instead, we'll do something a bit nostalgic."

By the tone of his words you already knew where this was going. He wanted to include sexual favours. How gross.

"I've got a list. It goes up till 100. Loser accumulates their points and based on their score, they've gotta do something off of the list. Are you up for that?"

You stared at him, long and hard. You wanted to put an end to this as soon as possible. "Let's do it."

This was wrong. You knew it. But you were desperate. He seemed like a man of his word. Not completely, but for certain clauses at least.

Ten took your hand and let you to the table you were sitting at previously. Your belongings were still there. It was already lined with a deck of cards. He sat down across from you and gestured to the cards. "They've already been shuffled and dealt. I believe in fair games so I can assure you nothing's rigged here."

You lifted your cards and began sorting them wordlessly. They weren't the best but at least you had a joker.

"I'd also like to let you know that I gave you some Provestra. But don't worry, I took some for myself. The ones meant for men of course."

He was so fucking shameless. At least you had something add to the list of charges against him.

Ten lost the first round. Only by twelve points however. Number twelve on his list was strip.

He now sat before you, completely naked. Something about it wasn't as disturbing as you thought it would be. You told yourself it was just the horny pill talking, but you wouldn't deny that he had a nice body.

A tattoo on his forearms and one circling his chest. His upper body was nicely toned and he packed a nice size. Overall, he was hot. If he wasn't a criminal you certainly would've taken him home.

Your next game began, this time with you dealing. Your cards turned out to be extremely favourable and you won with ease. Ten's points upped by five, leaving him at seventeen. Number seventeen on his list was marking.

Though hasty, you moved your hair to the side and let him hover over your body. He smelled oddly nice. Ten held your gaze while licking his lips. "May I," he whispered. You tilted your neck. "Go for it."

His tongue ran over your skin making you close your eyes. His lips followed, sucking gently to make a mark. You gripped the side of the table and willed yourself not to succumb to the burning sensation between your legs. Ten repeated the action, this time closer to your jaw. His tongue felt enticing. You wanted more. But you couldn't let yourself have it. This was just a game.

He moved off of you once he was satisfied with his work. Two hickeys stained your neck, strikingly visible and difficult to cover.

He dealt the next round and you played the first move. This time he emerged victorious. With two points, number two on his list was a kiss. The way he licked his own lips in anticipation made you dizzy. You'd never used Provestra but you were certain it wasn't supposed to make you feel this way.

You scooted closer to him and grabbed the sides of his head, crashing his lips onto yours. Ten groaned in your mouth, loving the force you used. He let you guide him, moving his lips over yours reverently. You didn't know when to stop. You didn't want to stop. He was an amazing kisser and it had been quite a while since you'd felt someone's lips on yours, especially like this.

Ten was the one to pull away first. He smirked at you, loving the effect he was having on you. He passed you the cards to deal the next round.

You won yet again and rather quickly at that. Ten was left with a lump sum of twenty three points which amounted to a total of forty. Number forty on his list was a handjob.

You spit on your palm without a second thought and grabbed his dick. Ten leaned back in his seat and watched you stroke his cock. No sounds left him. Only quick breaths from his parted lips. Your handjob skills were a tad rusty, but you had the basics down.

You tightened your grip around his shaft making him hiss. He bucked his hips up into your hand and wetness pooled in your panties. You got off your chair and fell down on your knees. Ten watched you spit on his cock in complete awe. "Fuck the game," you muttered, wrapping your lips around his tip. Ten held your head, pushing your mouth down on his cock. You tried your best not to teeth him.

Squeezing his thigh, you began bobbing your head over his member, fondling his balls in your other hand. Ten groaned and cursed above you, loving every second of it.

Out of breath, you pulled away from him and started unbuttoning your blouse. Ten watched in delight as you took off your bra and let your breasts spring free. He hadn't expected you to get on board so easily.

You released a ball of spit onto your chest, letting it slip down the valley of your breasts. Knowing what you were going to do, Ten shifted closer to you and pushed his cock between your tits. You pushed them against his member and began moving them up and down. "Holy shit," Ten explained, moving with you. His fingers played with your nipples.

You stuck your tongue out for his tip to brush against. The sounds leaving Ten's mouth were heavenly. This was so wrong. But you were too worked up to stop.

"Who knew you'd turn out to be so damn kinky," Ten exclaimed. You didn't say anything. Ten's cock twitched only seconds after. You kept moving over him. Soon enough, long ropes of his cum spurted up onto your tits, some falling on your chin. You slowed your pace, milking him of every last drop until he was whining for you to stop.

Ten stood up and dragged you with him. He made you sit on the table and pulled your pants down your legs. Your panties were soaked. Ten chuckled as he peeled them off. He marvelled at your glistening pussy.

"What's 100 on your list?", you asked breathlessly. Ten grinned widely. "Fuck till you drop"

That was good to know.

Ten didn't waste any time pushing into you. You were so wet that he had no problem doing so. He adopted a quick pace fucking you like his life depended on it. Your loud moans tore through his headquarters. Ten huffed and grunted, pulling your body closer to his.

His fingers dug into your skin, surely leaving marks. You held yourself up on your elbows and spread your legs wider. Ten threw your leg over his shoulder and made you lay on your side so that he could fuck you deeper.

Your hand came down to rub your clit. Moved your hand away and replaced your fingers with his thumb. He started pushing you to your own orgasm. You grabbed your tit, squeezing it gently as you let your head fall back.

"Such a tight pussy," Ten grunted while rutting his cock into you. "Feels so fucking good."

You fully agreed with him. It felt amazing. Perhaps it was because of the sad amount of sex you had in your regular life that you were submitting to him so desperately. No one had ever made you feel the way he was right now.

The knot in your stomach burst, walls clenching around his cock tightly. Ten groaned as you fell apart on him. "Shit, turn around," he instructed, impatient to get back inside you.

You got on your hands and knees, raising your hips for him. He slapped your ass as he pushed back into you. Ten leaned forward and grabbed your hair, pulling you up against his chest. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, choking you lightly. You loved how it felt.

Holding onto his wrist, you pushed your ass back against his hips. Ten bit into your shoulder ever so often, fingers coming back to your clit. You mewled as he overstimulated you. Your knees were about to give way any second now.

Ten made you put your leg back on the ground, pushing your knee further over the table. The tip of his cock brushed against your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled back, a sensual scream leaving your parted lips. Ten hummed in delight, biting down on your earlobe. You reached behind yourself, hand resting on his hip. "Let me get on top," you managed to say. Ten held your waist and sat down on his chair, bringing your with him.

Placing your hands on his lap, you started bouncing on his cock. Ten kissed the nape of your neck, hot breath fanning on your shoulder. You could already feel a second orgasm approaching. Ten held your hips down on him, stopping you.

"Let me take control," he said, bringing your feet to his knees. He hooked his arms underneath your knees and raised you up slightly, bucking his hips up into you from below.

You put your hands over his, head falling back against his shoulder. Ten sped up quickly, fucking up into you while bringing your body down on his cock. His tip pushed at your sweet spot with each thrust making your toes curl in ecstasy. "Fuck keep going, I'm gonna cum," you warned, biting your lip.

"Me too," he breathed, concentrating on your approaching orgasms. Ten pressed his face into your neck, lips nipping and sucking at your skin softly.

Before you knew it, you were cumming. Ten snapped his cock into you one last time before emptying himself into you a second time. He groaned out loud, holding onto you as he rode out his high. Your thighs shook gentle, chest rising and falling dramatically. Once you were sure he was through, you let go of his hands.

You pushed yourself off his cock and quickly got to dressing yourself. You checked the time on your phone. It was almost morning now. Seeing Ten decently clothed, you turned him around and cuffed him, leading him back up the stairs and out the warehouse to your car.

"No one's ever finding out about this okay? Cause I swear if they do I'm gonna add kidnapping to your long list of charges."

Ten replied with his ridiculously attractive laugh. "Did I kidnap you though?"

You pushed him into your car and shut the door. "It won't be that hard to convince the judge that you did," you shared as you got into the car.

Ten sighed and leaned back into the seat. "I think I should let you know now. I never gave you any Provestra to begin with."

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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The party ended but the yelling didn't stop. It had been about an hour since everyone left and about three since Eren saw Jean last. You were picking up a mess in the kitchen with Eren when he slammed his hands on the counter.

You jumped up and your eyes snapped towards him. His head was lowered and his breathing was ragged.

"Eren?" You made your way to his side of the room and placed a gentle hand on his arm. He turned to face you.

"Sorry." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a hug. Your hands around his shoulders while his head rested in the crook of your neck. "When will they stop?" His voice was muffled against your skin.

You sighed, "I don't know. I hope soon or before Armin gets home at least." Your right hand carefully made its way into his gnarled hair.

He let out a huff against your shoulder. "Let's try to get some sleep, Eren. We can stay in the basement tonight, yeah?" You whispered. He nodded and pulled back.

The yelling coming from Mikasa's room grew louder as you passed the stairs. You opened the basement door and followed Eren down the stairs.

"You can take the bed." You offered and slumped on the couch. Eren nodded and waved sleepily while heading to the basement bedroom.

The next morning Armin had woken you up in a panic. "Y/n! Y/n, wake up!"

"What? What's going on?" You sat up, alert now.

"Mikasa's gone! Jean said she only left a letter. What the hell happened last night?" Armin's eyes were wide and he was visibly stressed.

"Mikasa's what? What do you mean she's gone? She can't be gone. Where's the letter? Did you read it?" You stood and gripped Armin's shoulders.

"Jean has the letter. She wasn't here when I came home and he was sitting on the stairs with it in his hand."

"When did you get home?"

"Maybe fifteen minutes ago."

You let go of Armin and scrambled up the stairs as fast as you could. Your eyes darted around for Jean when you saw he wasn't on the stairs like Armin had left him.

"Jean? Jean where the hell are you?" You were panicked.

The air started to feel stale as you racked your mind for an answer. Where was Jean? Where was Mikasa? Why did she leave so suddenly? What was in the letter? Would you get to find out? When will she come back? Why didn't she say goodbye?

You walked fast-paced through your house, searching for Jean. When you got to the kitchen, you noticed a stray piece of paper on the counter. You picked it up and realized it was what you thought it was.

Mikasa's tear-stained letter was in your hands.

"Dear friends, I'm leaving. Expect not to see me for a long time. I have a lot to think about. I can't be in the band right now. Not like this. Jean- I don't want to see you. Eren- I hope you'll forgive me. Armin- Go see the sea. Y/n- If only you knew. With love, Mikasa."

Your hand had come up to your mouth while processing her letter. Tears spilled down your cheeks as the realization sunk in. She was really gone and you had no idea when you'd get to see her again.

"Y/n, wake up. You fell asleep. We're at your house." Sasha nudged you and you were brought back to reality. Somewhere along the road, you and her switched spots so now you were on the passenger side.

"Ah, my neck hurts." You said bitterly while rubbing the spot your neck was previously, and unfortunately, resting on the door.

"Yeah, that's what happens when you fall asleep in a car," Connie spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You flicked his forehead. "Hey, what'd you do that for?" He clawed at his head.

You said your goodbyes to the two and entered your house. It was now late afternoon, and Eren was back home.

"Where the hell have you been, tootsie? You look awful." He pointed his spoonful of Nutella at me in disgust.

"Thanks, Eren. You're a real charmer." You gave a sarcastic smile before grabbing a spoon and joining him on the counter. "I've been out with Sasha and Connie. Where have you been all day?"

"Mind your business, L/n."

You scoffed as he shoved the Nutella into your arms. "The hypocrisy." You muttered.

"Why isn't this house clean?" He looked at the living room and raised his hands in mock outrage.

"I'm not a cleaning lady! If you want it cleaned so badly, do it yourself!" You twisted the Nutella cap back on the container and tossed your spoon into the sink.

"But whenever I do it, you say it's wrong!" He whined.

"Eren, the dryer sheets go over the dryer and the detergent goes over the washing machine! What is so hard to grasp about that? That's how it's always been! But you probably wouldn't know, since you never do your own laundry." You clutched the counter in annoyance.

"They're both on the same shelf! What's the issue?" He said, exasperated.

"What are you two on about?" Armin sauntered into the room and sat on a kitchen stool.

"Eren can't clean for shit."

"Hey!" He glared. You stuck your tongue out in his direction.

Armin laughed lowly. "You guys bicker like an old married couple."'

"How dare you say that! I would never marry him! Gross!" You made vomiting motions and fake retched.

Eren smirked. "Well, if things don't work out between you and Mikasa, I'm always around." He tittered.

"Eren, I'm literally gay." You deadpanned.

Armin let out a hearty laugh. "She's got you there." They grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it.

Before Eren could respond, the kitchen door opened to reveal Jean out of breath in the doorway. "Good evening fellow friends!"

"What's your deal?" Eren raised an eyebrow, referring to Jean's drenched form.

"It started raining. Pretty harshly." Jean wrung out his coat over the stairs.

"Sucks to suck!" Eren's hand slammed on the counter while the other was pointed at Jean.

"Any news on Mikasa?" You asked gingerly.

"Not anything new. As far as I'm concerned, I'm still picking her up at the airport tomorrow," Jean reassured.

"Should we throw her a welcoming party or something?" Eren suggested. Everyone looked at him like he was a moron. His eyes narrowed. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Are you crazy? She left because of what happened at a party! Why would she want one now? Do you want to drive her away again? Mikasa has never been the party type, anyways." You exclaimed while crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Eren put his hands up in defense. "Sheesh, it was just an idea."

"Yeah, a real dumbass idea." Jean seethed.

To prevent a fight, you interjected, "We have this whole house to clean. If you want a good welcoming gift, you'll help me clean it." You gestured to the several messes in your line of sight.

Eren shifted his glare to you. "Where do I start, then?" He gritted his teeth.

"You can start with your filthy room, and then the basement since you're down there the most." You smiled sweetly and quickly spoke up again before he could protest. "Jean, you can do your room and the rooms on this floor, not mine though. Armin, you already keep the waterfront looking great, but if you could do a sweep-through of the deck that'd be awesome. Also, can you do the office upstairs? I can do everything else."

Everyone nodded and started to clean their designated areas. You went upstairs to finish Mikasa's room and then start on the others. You had already finished with your room. You stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

Several hours later, the four of you were slouched on the couch, mindlessly staring at a random movie on tv. Jean had tried his best to get comfortable but just ended up upside down. Eren was lying down with his head in your lap and his legs sprawled over Jean, much to his dismay. Armin had a blanket around himself and was leaning on you whilst trying his best to stay awake.

It was close to midnight and you all had a big day ahead of you. "I'm exhausted." Eren groaned from your lap.

"I second that." Jean lazily raised his hand in the air.

"Me too. I'm headed up to bed. Goodnight everyone." Armin yawned and made his way up the stairs, occasionally tripping on their blanket.

"So am I. Eren get your scrawny legs off me!" Jean hurriedly tried to shimmy off the couch.

"Shut up, horse face! Don't tell me what to do." Eren grumbled while lifting his head off of you. You stood up after him. He sure was a pain when he was tired.

"Goodnight to you losers. Sleep well." He said groggily while going to the basement instead of his actual room. You stretched and headed to your room.

"Aren't you going to get up, Jean?" You rubbed your eyes sleepily.

"Yeah, you go on to bed." He waved you off while struggling to get off the floor. You chuckled softly.

After you got changed into your pajamas, you collapsed on your bed with a heavy sigh, taking a look through your old texts with Mikasa one last time.

posted: 8/25/21

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b-lissfulthinking · 3 years

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makeshift truce [ jacob seed ] | 1,520 words

"Judging by your face, I'd say your day was just as bad as mine." Rook laughed humorlessly, as she pushed open the heavy cabin door to see none other than Jacob Seed sitting at the small table with a bloody rag tightly wrapped around his leg.

“Maybe worse. Sit down.”

Rook limped forward to the table as she held her arm, falling into the seat across from Jacob with a groan of pain. Rook watched silently with a careful eye as they fell into the same old routine, Jacob pulling supplies from the small first aid kit seemingly at home on the table, this being the fifth time the two had descended on the small abandoned building in the last few weeks.

The first time Rook burst through the door, bullet wound in her leg bleeding and wind knocked from her lungs, she was like a deer in headlights. Patching up his own injuries at the kitchen table, she thought that Jacob had found her little hiding spot away from both the chosen and the Whitetails, and was there to finish the job his soldiers couldn't over the past month Rook had been running around the mountains.

But when she saw the blood seeping through the green camo of his shirt, she knew that killing her wasn't the first thing on his mind, for now.

She doesn't know what drives her, apart from the searing pain in her leg, to sit down beside the man who's been playing sadistic cat and mouse with her for weeks, but despite her better judgment, she collapses unceremoniously into the dining chair beside him anyway.

Ignoring her own injuries, Rook eyes Jacob almost as closely as he eyes her, both of them silent as they assessed the threat level they were both facing.

Jacob had seen Rook in action, up close and from a distance, both being experiences that made him proud of his little prodigy. Rook however had only ever heard stories of the great Jacob Seed, mostly from his brother John as she sat tied up in his bunker with a tattoo machine near drowning him out.

Rook knew the bullet went straight through the graze in her leg, but looking at Jacob as he faded from consciousness, she knew he hadn't been so lucky.

She was almost insulted looking at him, with his own eyes beginning to sway as his condition worsened.

After all of the stories, all of the conditioning, the tormenting, and one little bullet from someone else's gun was gonna be the thing to take him out?

Rook kept an eye on him as she rolled up the leg of her pants, throwing her foot up on another seat to try and help the blood flow slow slightly as she snatched the first aid kit from his side of the table, taking the antiseptic, bandage, and fasteners, and treating her own injuries first.

But, once the graze was cleaned and secured, Rook scooted her seat around to sit in front of Jacob, a line of confusion creasing between his eyebrows.

Eyes watching his the whole time, looking for any sign of hostility, Rook wrapped her hand around Jacob's wrist, pulling his hand that had been applying pressure away and letting it drop to his lap.

Taking a fresh rag and some antiseptic to the wound, Jacob took a sharp breath in between his teeth, watching as Rook pulled tweezers from the bag and looked to him for a moment before hesitating, grabbing the roll of bandage from the table after a second thought and handing it to him.

"Bite." She says quietly, not quiet expecting him to listen to her.

After a moment of consideration, Jacob takes the bandage and puts it between his teeth, Rook immediately digging into his shoulder as she looks away from his face for a moment to find the bullet lodged inside him.

Even more surprisingly, he barely makes a sound as she digs through his flesh, carefully pulling out the bullet and throwing it over her shoulder before taking the roll of bandage from his mouth, knowing she'd have to tie it because the six fasteners were on her leg.

She couldn't be too nice to him, after all.

Jacob knew pain like the back of his hand, but at the feather light touch of Rook moving his shirt to wrap the bandage around the quite frankly awkwardly placed injury, and ghosting across his skin, he held his breath.

That was, until she pulled back, throwing what was left back into the first aid kit.

"Why?" Jacob asked simply and quietly, as Rook stood on shaky legs.

"If anyone's killing you, it's gonna be me." She said plainly, grabbing a bag of gear from under the bed in the corner and leaving Jacob slumped at the table, silently disappearing into the hills.

Now, they sat at that table once again, Room's arm sitting on the table between them as Jacob's steady hands pierced the needle through her skin once again, expertly sewing up the wound that she sustained from one of the Chosen who had caught her with his blade.

Not many words were exchanged between the two in these situations, but with the makeshift truce in place, Rook spoke quietly.

"You sew better than the last person that fixed me up."

Jacob's eyes stay focused on his work, moving her arm slightly to better position her.

"Must'a been a shit nurse, huh." He responds, more as a statement than a question.

"He tried his best, still got the scars to prove it though. He's a better pilot than a nurse." Rook explained shortly, flinching as yet another knot was tied.

"Pilot?"

"Former air force. Him and I both left at the same time to join the police."

She sat there silently, waiting for him to put the pieces together as he moved three more stitches down her arm.

"I would kill Peaches if he tried stitching me up."

Rook can't help herself, sending a small smirk in his direction as she recalled sewing up a knife wound on his leg two meetings prior.

"That your way of saying I'm special?"

"It explains how you stole my plane." Rook finches as Jacob ties a knot extra tight compared to the others, pulling the subject away from the jokingly flirtatious wink she sent his way.

"Ah, your plane was step one." Rook smiles teasingly, remembering the look on Nick's face as she and Sharky pulled up at his airstrip in the shining red Pack Hunter, "Step two is stealing your heart."

"You know," Jacob raised his eyes from her arm to stare straight into hers, Rook's breath catching because of the close proximity and the intensity of his gaze, "if you were actually smart, you would shut up."

"Maybe you should include some studying in the next conditioning session cause I'm about as smart as a rock." Rook laughed, before rasing her eyebrow as she nodded towards him. "I mean obviously I'm not that bright, I saved you after all."

Jacob's hands stopped for a moment, before finally finishing the row of thirteen stitches running down the length of Rook's forearm. Throwing the materials back into the first aid kit, Jacob sat back in his seat, eyeballing Rook as she rolled her eyes and organised the items inside before shutting the lid.

"You never actually told me why you help me, even though I told you when you asked." She says quietly.

Standing up and walking to pick up her pack from beside the couch, Rook scoffed as she slung the strap over her shoulder.

"Eli said you'd taken a shining to me when he first pulled me outta that hotel, but don't worry, I know that isn't the case."

Jacob bit his tongue, unaware that anyone apart from John knew anything about his early intrigue around the Deputy, who's name he'd still yet to find out. Of all people, he'd think Eli would be the last to know. Meanwhile, Rook choked down the feeling of disappointment bubbling in her throat at her own words, a feeling she was yet to understand the meaning behind as her thoughts clouded her mind every time she tried to figure it out.

Forcing the memories of feeling her careful touch across his skin, and the soft words she spoke to him that would sooth the pain he would feel from the Whitetail attacks, one's that he would let himself react to a second too late just so he could hobble over to the cabin on Cedar Lake and see her again, Jacob replied as coldly as possible.

"I've put too much time, and effort, into you to let you die before you serve your purpose. If it wasn't for Joseph, I would have killed you a long time ago."

Sensing the slight edge to his voice, Rook throws a smile over her shoulder as she opens the cabin door.

"Keep telling yourself that." Rook laughed, holding the door as she hesitated to leave, upon seeing Jacob trying to hide the smile threatening to cover his face at the attitude she never failed to throw at him.

"Trust me, it's better for both of us if I do, Little Wolf."

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mochikeiji · 4 years

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Winter Hearts

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: TimeSkip AU! Fluff, Angst

↬ Word Count: 2,690

Summary: Traveling to Osaka was their time to spend together. Even though people gave them weird stares, all that mattered was how happy the both of them were as long as they had each other.

⇢ Day 6: Traveling/Roadtrip @bokuakaweek2020

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Winter was one of Akaashi's most favorite time of the year. Before, he enjoyed spring since it was warm and serene. The flowers blooming from his window side with butterflies taking a sip from their nectar. But now he was inlove with the white covered streets of cotton candy and freezing but beautiful winter breeze.

But what made winter more beautiful and breathtaking for him, was having his lover gleem in happiness as he was surrounded by snow that had buried him when he kicked a tree.

"That was fun!"

Shaking his head, he pulls his red scarf up on his lips to avoid getting them chapped from the winter air.

"I told you not to kick the tree, Bokuto."

His shoes crunched on the snowy floor as he walks over to the snow piled male. Looking like a lost puppy, he just smiles sheepingly at Akaashi.

Behind them were people giving odd glances and stares, but they didn't pay attention to it.

Today was going to be their annual tradition where they travel to Osaka every winter for the festival, and nothing was going to ruin that.

"We should be heading towards the train station. The trip to Osaka is 2 hours." pulling Bokuto by the hand as he shrugs off the snow from his body, Bokuto grabs Akaashi's mittened hand and brgan to walk away from the tree humming.

"I can't wait! Be sure to win me that keychain we saw last year."

The last winter festival, there was this darting game. If you hit the the center, you win an owl keychain. Bokuto had won last year since he loved the keychain details. It kinda looked like his hair. He had second thoughts of winning another one to match with Akaashi, but the festival was starting their fireworks show, the one who was hosting it immediately closed down.

In the end, Bokuto gave him the one he won and said, "I'll give you that one since it looks like me. Next year, you win the one that looks like you!"

And that year was today.

The keychain was hung on Akaashi's phone like a charm. Everytime he would look at it the more he found Bokuto's words about it more amusing. It really did look like him.

"Of course, Bokuto."

Anything you want.

~~~~

The train ride was silent. Even though Bokuto was a loud person, he knows how to keep it down. Instead, he laid his head on top of Akaashi's shoulder and dozed off as Akaashi stared at the window view where all snow covered trees moved erratically.

His heart tingles feeling the tip of his lovers nose nuzzle on his neck for warmth. Wanting to get closer, Akaashi moves his hewd away from the window and leans on Bokuto's head. Placing his hand on top of his that were on his lap and holds it.

The last time they went on a train ride, Bokuto was always chatty. Making bets with him on how many animals can they spot before going down their destined station. It was always like that. The train would've had that bright, hearty atmosphere if he were to open his mouth and speak endless tales and games.

Now was the first time he had a quiet train ride with him.

"You must be really tired, huh Bokuto?" smiling a little, he gives the males forehead a small kiss on the forehead, enlightening a smile in return from his face.

~~~~

Arriving at Osaka at exactly 3:45 pm, the both of them headed out for the festivals location. Deciding it would be much fun to go there by foot, they strolled the park that led them to their direction.

"Hey, hey, Akaashi."

Akaashi hums a soft response, watching Bokuto balance himself on the side of the road.

"Hinata said he'll be here with Atsumu and Sakusa. Isn't that great?" he beams brightly at the thought of his teammates surprised reunion, "I can't believe they managed to drag Sakusa with them. I know he hates crowds, especially at night where he can't really see them." looking up on the cloudy but bright sky, Bokuto sighs,

"I wonder why all of a sudden they're coming here. They usually celebrate back home."

Akaashi was unable to answer, instead he gives him a small, quiet chuckle making Bokuto just sigh and cherish the sound of his laughter,

"They're just here to spend their time with you too, Bokuto."

Satisfied with that answer, his steps halted, "Oh? Isn't that Konoha?" he chimes, Akaashi looks at his direction. He spots his former seniors, Konoha, Washio, Yamato and their two managers Kaori and Yukie.

"Akaashi, you finally made it." he hears Yukie greet, behind her were the boys following and gave him a pat on the head.

"How have you been holding up, kid?" Konoha teases, still ruffling his fluffy hair.

"I've been better. Bokuto was really excited to go here so we kinda ran late." he looks at Bokuto pouting beside him and turning away with a huff, "But he was rather quiet the entire trip here." he adds, patting his shoulder which made Bokuto feel warm inside.

"We've best be going though, he wanted to make sure the old dart stall was still there," grabbing his hand, Akaashi bows respectfully on all his seniors before giving them a last glance, "We'll see you all at the fireworks show later tonight." waving, he and Bokuto made their way to the festival.

Kaori and Yukie both made faces with each other along with the three seniors who were surprisingly silent from the whole greeting.

"Come on." Konoha sighs almost solemnly before talking a few steps away from the two males direction,

"We have to set up."

~~~~

5:30 pm

They were finally at their destination. They had to make a stop at a local Takoyaki stand since both of them had their stomach's rumbling. That was where Bokuto started being chatty again and pulled Akaashi to many store stalls just to admire the stuff that were om display.

"It feels like everything is still the same since last yesr huh, Kaashi."

The festival was the same as he remembered. Only this time it had much more stalls and lights hung around with ornaments. A good welcoming way unlike last year which was kinda dull in his opinion.

"Do you still wanna look for that stall Bokuto?"

"Yeah! Let's go!"

"Akaashi!!!"

Both their heads turn, looking over the crowd before they saw a certain oranged haired male run towards them.

"Hinata?" Akaashi grins and shook his hands.

"It's been long, Hinata. You look like you've grown a bit again." Akaashi was baffled by his height. He used to just be a shoulder length yet now it feels like he was the one that got smaller.

"Well—"

"Oi, Hinata. Don't ye go runnin off will ya?"

Bokuto's smile widened as he saw Atsumu closing in behind Hinata whilst he was pulling Sakusa by the hem of his jacket.

"Why are yoy holding him like that, Atsumu?" Akaashi asks, a little amuse and scared by how Sakusa looks.

"He wouldn't move from his spot in the corner until Hinata ran off. I had to find ways ye know?" Atsumu gives Sakusa a teasing smirk that made him click his touch and pinched his arm to remove his hand from his clothing.

"I don't like this place."

"You don't like anything, Sakusa."

The group of males shared their laughter together as people passed by them. Enjoying the cool breeze and smell of cooked food from the streets.

"Bokuto seems really happy to see you guys," Akaashi then looks at Bokuto, who was once again pouting, "But I don't think you haven't greeted him yet. He's getting dejected."

The three males blinked before Hinata grins again, "Oh right! Sorry, Bokuto, I was just so caught up with Akaashi." his cheeks were red from both embarrassment and the cold air, "Anyways, are you two going to you know where?"

"Later, after Bokuto has his fun and all." he can see Bokuto smile ear to ear with a small blush on his face as he chuckles a little.

"Oh, you should definitely try the ferris wheel. Atsumu was so pale!"

"YE ALMOST PISSED YER PANTS!"

"Disgusting."

The three bickered with Akaashi and Bokuto just watching in silence. But occasionally laughs at the other ones comment.

Again Akaashi bows at them, making them stop their small argument, "Thank you for suggesting that, Hinata. We'll go on ahead and try it out. But we'll see you later when the firework show starts. My seniors might've already setted up the table and some goods for us all to gather and eat."

Atsumu and Sakusa didn't have anything to say so they nodded, Hinata gave both Bokuto and Akaashi a smile and patted their shoulders, "Alright! You two have fun! And Bokuto, let's see who eats the most meat later." the challenging glint in his eyes twinkling like old times.

Bokuto could only stare at him and grin, "You're one, shrimpy!"

After that, they both headed up on the surprisingly short line to the ferris wheel. Leaving the trio behind.

"Why'd ya do it, Shoyo?"

"Hm?"

"Ye know.."

Hinata's smile was still there, but it wasn't s bright as it was a while ago before the two couples left.

"I just wanted them to have fun."

And for once as that sentence left his lips, Sakusa couldn't help but agree with him when he saw just how happy Akaashi was today.

"Akaashi just looked so happy."

~~~~

"Holy crap we're really high up." the soles of their feet were getting colder each time their cabin would go higher. The winter breeze getting stronger, enough to blow the baby hairs on Akaashi.

"This has been really fun, don't cha think, Kaashi? We never rode a single ride before thanks to that darting game." leaning back on his seat after taking in the sights of Osaka as it got darker. The lights from below were like stars shining on him. Giving him that same giddy feeling he would have with Akaashi.

"AH! We didn't get to go there." panicking, Bokuto slumps down almost dramatically and sighs, "I don't even think they held it this year. We haven't been going in circles a while back." jutting his lips out, his eyes slowly make their way at Akaashi's shy ones, thanking the mist that had covered his glasses to cover his eyes away.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter. I'm just really happy I get to spend time with you up here, Akaashi. The view is perfect."

You're perfect

"Actually, Bokuto—" fiddling with his fingers, "When you were busy looking around the stalls, I happened to stumble on one while waiting for you and," fishing something out of his pocket and hearing an audible gasp from the other one, Akaashi gets out a small, clear plastic wrapped keychain.

The owl keychain that looked like him.

"No way!"

"I got it for you."

Carefully placing it on his cold hands, Bokuto can only grin like a child receiving a gift. He then looks up at Akaashi, who was smiling at him, eyes filled with love and adoration. They've reached the top of the ferris wheel and had stopped there. Bokuto slides to his slide carefully next to Akaashi and places his hand on top of his.

"Thank you, Akaashi. Really. You've made me so happy everyday, I wish i could've done the same."

Closing his gun metal eyes, Akaashi leans in his forehead on Bokuto's. His warm lips coming in contact with his cold, chapped ones for a small, meaningful kiss and pulling away.

"You've made me more than happier ever since I've met you, Bokuto." speaking out his love language, he gives another kiss, this time with a bit more passion into it, "You being here with me is enough." for anyone, this moment would be too cheesy anf overly emotional. But not to these two. It was always like this between them.

That's when tears started to stream secretly from the corner of Bokuto's eyes as they pulled away,

"I wanted to give you so much more, Akaashi."

~~~~

"Akaashi, you're almost late! We were about to send Hinata out to come get you!" Yukie scolds the male softly, slapping his back with a giggle after he winces.

"The meats about to get cooked." Washio flips the meat to their side, hearing them sizzle from the grill and their delicious scent spreading through thw cold air.

"Leave the big one for Bokuto! Ye know he can never get enough of that." Atsumu calls out, taking a bite from the onigiri's his brother had made him bring for them.

The former third years from Fukurodani had set up a barbeque not to far from the festival. There were multiple families as well around them cooking and setting up goodies such as flowers and food, but luckily it wasn't that much. They picked out the perfect sight viewing for the fireworks show less than a minute by the lake.

"Here, Akaashi. This one's for you," Hinata hands him a plate of meat with his favorite onigiris made by Osamu, "And this one's for Bokuto. Tell him the challenge is still on going! I'm gonna eat much more than he will!" Akaashi chuckles and nods. He walks away from the group and went to where Bokuto was sitting, just infront of the lake, sitting as he hugs his knees while looking up at the stars.

"Here," Akaashi places his plate down on the grass, "You managed to get the big one this time. Hinata was a little upset you were getting a head start on eating."

Bokuto laughs, "He can't even fit that big chunk of meat in his mouth!"

Taking a bite from his onigiri and meat at the same time, they basked in the sounds of the crickets and the sight of the calm lake.

"Today's been really fun, wasn't it Keiji?" Bokuto cuts in the silence, "Sorry I didn't think of a game back in the train. I was really tired." poking his tongue out for a short tease.

"It's fine Bokuto. I had fun with you."

The wind blew a little harder at them. Bokuto shivers and squeezes himself in his coat. Akaashi takes the initiative and places his plate down, quickly unwrapping his red scarf,

"Here,"

The first firework came exploding up into the winter night sky.

Akaashi wraps half of his scarf onto Bokuto's cold shoulders and neck, sitting closer to him to give him his body warmth.

"Let's share. You were kinda cold awhile back too."

The smiles they both wore were filled with so much love. Bokuto wasn't sure what hr had done to deserve Akaashi, and Akaashi didn't know why he deserved all this.

As the fireworks came to their display, the first snowflake falls on the tip of Akaashi's nose. Soon followed by many more.

"Hey, Akaashi."

"Yes Bokuto?"

"You look really pretty under the snow and firework lights."

He buries half of his face in his scarf as he blushes from the cold and his words, "That was really unexpected."

Laughing out loud, Bokuto was still surprised how shy he still was around him whenever he compliments him. But still.

That's one of the million things he loves about him.

"I love you, Keiji."

He gives him a kiss on the cheek. Akaashi ignores the way his chapped lips grazed on his soft skin and cherishes the moment he has given him.

"I love you too, Bokuto."

Bokuto leans his head on top of his and closes his eyes as the fireworks had come to an end.

Behind them were their friends watching, hearts both touched and cracked at the same time.

"And Bokuto?"

"Yeah, Keiji?"

Akaashi looks down st his untouched plate, the meat getting cold with the owl keychain next to it.

"I really wish you were here." he says finally before leaning his head on the cold, hard tomb that had his scarf wrapped around his name.

In the loving memory of Bokuto Koutarou

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