what happened to the boy that was so full of life?

Tojixfem!Reader OneShot, 18+

Authors note: Inspired by a bot on chai. Toji comes home angry, slams the door because he has once again taken part in some bets and lost money. But that doesn't intimidate you in the slightest. You were his girlfriend, his partner, and you wouldn't just put up with his behavior.

»Stupid horses!« I heard him cursing and slamming the door so hard, that I could hear it in the living room. Sitting on the sofa, I had unsuspectingly watched some program in which I almost fell asleep from boredom. Until I heard him storming in. A few moments later, he came into the living room. His tall stature built up in front of me, I could notice a slight smell of alcohol.

»Every time the same with these animals! They take the piss out of me!«

I slowly rose from the sofa and looked at him in surprise. He was tall, broad and intimidating. My friend. My partner. My lover. The tall dark-haired guy, with the skin-tight black T-shirt that all the women looked after. I already suspected what his problem was. But I still winced a little when he slammed the paper in his hand down on the table.

»I bet a lot of money and lost it again, Y/N. I don't have it anymore.«

Besides the fact that I didn't like it when he bet, I liked it much less when he got so loud. And he knew that, actually. That's why I was quiet about it.

»Come on, baby. Calm down.« I wrap my arms around his body from behind. I feel him quivering and restless inside.

»Calm down? How can I go on like this without money? I swear to you, I will kill all those cursed horsemen.«

I let go off him, went to his side and put a hand on his chin to turn his head in my direction. I have to smile because I can picture him picking off one rider after another.

»I know, baby.« I chuckled slightly before giving him a quick kiss. »But you're smarter than that. You'll get your money back.«

He grumbled something unintelligible, still he is not raving anymore. »How am I supposed to do that?«

I thought briefly, remained calm although I did not like his tone at all. But well, that was a problem for later. I nevertheless thought him somewhat provocatively with a raised eyebrow, which he merely acknowledged with a snort.

»Hmm, maybe I can help. An old friend owes me a favor. She might have a job for us.« Then I still continued calmly but firmly, also holding his gaze with no problem. When it came to me, he should know perfectly well that I was not the one he could intimidate so easily. No matter how angry he was at the moment.

»We don't work together on stuff like this anymore, Y/N. It would be dangerous for you to get involved.«

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, not in the least intimidated or worried.

»Everyone knows we're fucking. That's why I'm involved enough. Already forgotten how well we used to work together?« The memories of that make me grin again.

»You just know how to seduce me, baby, don't you?«

Now he was finally smiling again, that cheeky audacious smile that made my knees go weak. The anger in his voice had also subsided, giving way to his darker, harsher manner.

»Mhm, yes I do.« I kissed him quick on his cheek, before I leaned back and took out my phone. »So, I will try to contact my friend now and maybe she has some work for us to do.«

He groaned, but didn't protest anymore. »You do that. I hope that works.« I felt his gaze on me as he silently watched me dial my friends number. After a few rings, she actually picked up and I got straight to the point. While I explained to her what we're going to do, the next moment I felt his muscular arms close around my hips and he pressed me against him.

»You are amazing, baby.« He whispered which made me smile and giggle slightly. While I was still on the phone, he starts to cover my neck with soft kisses, his hands run over my sides. It's harder for me to concentrate and not sigh into the phone right away. I try to reason with her and understand what she's telling me, grinning from ear to ear and realizing that even she on the other side of the line must be a little irritated about my strange behavior and the way I talked. His hands wander up under my shirt and gently stroke my skin, pampering my breasts. I hear him whisper words softly, it all blends together with my friends words on the phone. Just a minute, Toji, you’ll get that all back. I won't let you off that easily for yelling at me.

»Shhh...« I finally hiss in his direction still had to bite my lip so hard because I couldn't get rid of the grin on them any other way.

»What's so funny?« He continued to tease me like a boy and suddenly a hand was on my butt, reaching for it of course. His voice was dark, murmurs seductively in my other ear. »Does your friend find something interesting for us?«

I tried to keep talking on the phone and sure enough, she has a job for us. A short story, more precisely a bounty that was put on some rich guy who had holed up in a hotel. »Thanks...we will call you back when it's done.« I answered her on the phone before I turned back to face Toji.

»You're unbelievable. But your girlfriend is it too. I got a job for us.«

»And where would that be sweetheart?« he smirked at me playfully, raising a brow. I couldn’t look away, my eyes are glued to his lips and his little scar.

»There's a guy who needs to be eliminated. Theres lot of money for his head. He hides in a expensive hotel and that's where we get him.«

Without any warning, he grabbed my face and pressed his lips against mine hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth roughly. »That sounds like a job worth doing, baby.« he pulled back slightly, grinning cockily down at me. There was his confident behavior I loved about him. »Let's get to work then.«

»You're happy now?« I asked provocative, not willing to let him go so fast. He laughed, his eyes glinting with excitement. »Oh you can bet your ass I am.« He leaned closer again and kissed me, his hands roaming over my body in a rough possessive manner. »And don't worry, I'll take good care of you after we take that bastard in the hotel.«

»Sounds nice. Well, let me take care of you, now.« I grinned into this kiss and although I knew we have something to do now, something important, his body is pressed against mine so hard which makes me wanna go Wilde right now.

His eyes rested hungrily on me, his anger from earlier blown away. »I like it when you're getting rough like that, baby. You're so fucking dangerous and sexy.« And without that I could notice anything, he already pushes my shirt over my head and exposes me in the bra in front of him. His hands tracing over my curves. But I let him do it. For now.

»Just being me, I suppose.« I grinned, feeling a big wave of lust starting to grow all over my body. »This is the last time you're going to be in any bets.« I said whispering right close to his lips, grabbing his pants where I could clearly feel his hard member. He gasped a little in surprise at my direct yet simple way of understanding and immediately realized what awaited him. And by God, I didn't want to make it easy for him. Instead of being somehow irritated or even intimidated by it, he seemed to await his punishment with a grin and genuine joy.

Toji chuckled, his eyes bright with excitement. »I know, I know.« he tried to play it cool, starting to bite my neck, a growl rumbling in his throat as he kisses and licks the delicate skin.

»You think you can get away with it, don't you?«

He only chuckled again at my words, reaching up to wrap his fingers in my hair, holding me in place as he moved against me. His breath was hot against my neck. »With what?« He asked without stopping and pressed a passionate kiss to my jaw, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He held me close, whispering sweet nothings, before pressing another kiss to my mouth, his tongue slipping past mine and dancing around inside my mouth.

»I would be more than happy to explain.« I sighed aroused, and pulled him back from me by his hair, like a dog. Forcing him to look me in the eyes, I pushed him to the sofa, making him sit on it while I right moved onto his lap. He looked up to me with an excited gleam in his eye. I began to move my hips against his. Slowly and steadily, more urgently with every second. His body reacted immediately as his hands settled on my ass, kneading it possessively. I kissed his neck, my tongue played around his Adam's apple until he groaned throatily. I could clearly feel his excitement between my legs and our clothes. But I didn't stop. My movements only became more intense and, as if he actually expected me to go further, his hands moved to my waistband to undo the button of my jeans. I grabbed his hands and quickly placed them back on my ass.

»Hold still.« I ordered and began to undo the buttons of his jeans. Naturally, I reached in, pushed his boxers aside and grasped his now hard length. He growled in my ear, like a lion in front of a closed cage. »Keep your hands still or you'll never touch me again.« I made it unmistakably clear to him that he shouldn't move and that I would let off steam on him. His look was pleading as I stood up briefly and undid my jeans myself, pulling them down agonizingly slowly. My panties followed and landed on the floor as well. I took place on his lap again, letting his cock slide inside of me. Slowly.

»Don't you ever take your anger out on me again. Is that clear?« I almost poked a hole in his chest with my finger, but I was completely serious. I began to move on his lap as he clawed his hands firmly into my ass. He moaned darkly and slightly frustrated, wanting to move his hips with mine but he realized I was right and held back with all his might. He'd had no reason to shout at me like that about his bets. So I would have my fun now. I rode him like a cowgirl, using him like my personal toy. I rubbed my pussy so hard against his cock and moaned hotly in his ear.

»Of course, Ma'am.«

* To be continued…

ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Charlie Weasley x OC (Fem)

Knock, knock...

Beatrice Black heard a knock at the door of the Rose bedroom, where she and Charlie were staying in Grimmauld place. They had a friends with benefits kind of thing going on that the rest of the Weasleys and the Black family was blissfully unaware of.

"Come in."

Charlie opened the door to find Beatrice in one of his crimson quidditch jumpers. The dim lighting making the scene so much more dramatic.

"You know, the only reason I knocked was so you could tell me if you weren't dressed, you told me to come in and yet here you are in one of my jumpers, without a bra, and some skimpy underwear that does a brilliant job of covering absolutely nothing."

Beatrice laughed at his remark. With a smile Charlie walked towards her, pulling her towards him in a hug and running his hands up her thighs beneath the soft jumper.

"Well then, why don't you take them off? I won't mind."

Charlie chuckled, making butterflies rise in her stomach.

"What if some one else had knocked and saw you like this? All hot and bothered."

"That's the fun of it."

"Fun, huh? Well then I should remind you that you are mine, I am the only one allowed to see you like this. Or are you going to argue with me on that?"

His cold hands traveled up, caressing her warm skin, eventually finding her breasts. She shivered. All she could do was whimper in reply as his fingers played with her sensitive nipples.

"That's what I thought."

He removed his cold hands, earning a pathetic whine, before turning to lock the door. Beatrice stayed still, waiting in anticipation.

He picked her up with ease before laying her down on the bed. He loved doing that, reminding her that he could pick her up and put her down wherever he wants. He loved having that bit of control over her, it was intoxicating.

He lay down on top of her, gathering both her wrists with one hand while the other played with her soft skin beneath his jumper, his cold touch making her squirm. He kissed her jaw before slowly trailing down her neck to her collar bone and sucking on the sweet spot just beneath it. Her eyes glazed over as she enjoyed the attention. She let out a quiet moan at the sensation, just like countless times before.

He loved hearing her. She wasn't loud during sex, so he treasured every small noise she made. He adored her whimpers. He thought everything of her moans. He was delighted at hearing her groan. He smiled every time she gasped. He bathed in the desperation of her whines, knowing that she needed more of him. He felt like a god every single time. It was addictive.

She threw her head back, giving him more room to leave hickeys and love-bites. Her eyes fluttered shut. He moved back up, painting on his new canvas all the way up to her ear. He spent some time covering every inch of her in his trademark, looking to prove a point.

Satisfied with his work, he let go of her wrists and kissed her deeply. She held his neck, keeping him there with her hands, with her thumbs on his cheeks. He grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth making her gasp. He used this opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth.

He savored her taste as she pulled him closer. He put one hand on her waist, while the other played with her hair, how he knew she liked. She whimpered into his mouth, as his hand kneaded the soft skin above her hip. She was in heaven and he knew it.

Her hands loosened, a silent indicator. He pulled away letting her breathe. She watched as he licked his lips, before burying his face in the crook of her neck. She sighed in contentment, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"Alright, love. You proved your point."

"I'm glad we're on the same page again."

She felt his chest rumble as he spoke against her neck. He kissed her neck once more.

"Speaking of pages, I have some reading I need to do, but you can stay right here if you want to."

He picked himself up onto his elbows.

"As tempting as that sounds, you hair is in desperate need of a brush."

He rolled off of her, pulling her with him to swap their positions. He turned her around before he sat upright against the headboard, settling her in his lap. He grabbed her hairbrush and her book.

He brushed through her hair while she read, careful not to pull at the strands. He loosely braided her hair, before putting down the brush. He lifted the jumper, wrapping his cold arms around her and pulling her back into him. She yelped at the unexpected contact, earning herself a chuckle.

She scared easily, he knew that. The first few times she apologized for it, until she realized how much it amused him. He never did it on purpose, but that didn't keep it from happening. She'd jump every time he hugged her from behind, touched her hip or anything remotely similar. Ginny and Fred eventually told him that it was probably because she wasn't used to hugs and unnecessary contact, so he tried from that day on to change that.

It got better, she still jumped but her reactions lessened, some times only resulting in a small gasp. At least she didn't swear anymore. He smiled at the memory.

He buried his face in her neck while she continued on with her book. She felt his arms tighten as he took a deep breathe, taking in her scent. She smelled of cinnamon and leather. He grinned as he smelled a bit of himself on her too. Charlie had never tried drugs but he imagines that this is what it would be like. He could never get enough of her.

His eyes fell shut and after a little less than ten minutes he was out like a light, still holding her tightly and leaning into her for support. She quietly closed her book, putting it back onto the nightstand. She tried to pry his arms off of her but his grip only got tighter.

"Charlie, love..."

She put one of her hands ontop of his, while the other moved up to touch his face. After a few seconds of caressing his skin, he let out a soft hum.

"Love, you're still in jeans and a T shirt. You can't sleep like that."

He kissed her temple, before standing up to change. Beatrice slid in beneath the duvet and waited for him. Eventually he filled the spot beside her and he wrapped his arms around her again, refusing to let go any time soon. She turned off the light before snuggling into his chest.

Charlie knew he loved this woman, he was just waiting for the perfect moment to tell her.

Old oneshot

In this one Scourge is Sonic's older brother (I like the idea). This is also Scourge x Sticks (if you don't like it, don't read it. Thanks). Enjoy

Blue - Sonic

Pink - Amy

Green - Scourge

Orange - Sticks

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Sticks and Amy were walking towards Sonic's house. She told Sticks this morning that she wanted to go see her boyfriend, and wanted to bring her too to meet Sonic's older brother.

"So you're telling me Sonic's brother is evil, works for Eggman, and was prisoner in No zone?" the badger asked, turning towards Amy to do so.

"Yes," She answered simply.

"And what makes you think I want to meet him?" Sticks crossed her arms.

Amy sighed. “He’s not as bad as he seems. He saved Sonic multiple times during battles with Eggman.”

Sticks scoffed. “I'm surprised Eggman hasn’t kicked him out of his team yet.”

"Just meet him first okay?" Amy groaned in annoyance.

Sticks sighed. “Fine.”

After they arrived, Amy rung the bell and waited for Sonic or his brother to open the door. After she rung the bell a second time, the two of them could hear yelling coming from the house.

"Scourge, open the door!"

"No! You open it!"

"Scourge, please! I’m busy!"

After that they heard footsteps and muttering. Then the door opened to reveal a tall green hedgehog who looked like Sonic but with red sunglasses, a black leather  jacket with fire detail on both sleeves, two scars on his chest, and green shoes.

He looked at both of them. "Bro, your girlfriend's here!" After announcing this to Sonic he let the two girls in.

"And who's this sexy badger?" He purred after closing the door.

Before Amy could reply Sticks said "Sticks the badger. You must be Sonic's brother."

"Yep." Scourge grinned. "The one and only Scourge the hedgehog. Say, I never have seen you in battles. Are you new friend of Sonic?"

"Yeah I'm his friend, but no I'm not new. It just happened that I was never there during the battles that you were there," Sticks said, still unsure if she should trust him.

Scourge nodded. "I see.. Well there's a first time for everything." He chucked.

After the three of them made themselves comfortable on the couch, Sonic came downstairs and joined them.

He bid his hello to Sticks then kissed Amy on the lips. "Hello, my Rose. I missed you."

Amy giggled. “I missed you too, my hero.” She kissed him back.

"Get a room." Scourge frowned while changing channels on the tv, trying to find something interesting to watch.

Amy gagged while looking at Scourge. "You're disgusting!"

He turned to look at her and frowned. "I'm not the one who's kissing someone while there are other mobians in the room and making them feel uncomfortable."

"Dude chill," Sonic tried to calm his brother.

“I will after you two get a room.” Scourge scoffed.

"You still haven't gotten over Fiona?" Amy asked calmly.

"Yes I did. Once a bitch always a bitch. I don't understand why I loved her," he growled, still continuing to look through the channels.

Confused, Sticks looked at Amy for more details. Amy looked back at her and shook her head as if telling Sticks not to ask.

Sonic cleaned his throat to get their attention "How about you two stay the night? It'll be fun." He smiled.

Amy nodded. "Why not? We can watch movies and play games!"

"Count me out." Scourge got off of the couch. “You two will probably end up fucking each other while Sticks awkwardly sees or listens to you two.”

Amy blushed redder than Knuckles fur.

"Bro, the fuck?!" Sonic yelled, his face also red.

Scourge shrugged shoulders. "Ain’t that true though?" He looked at Sticks and continued. "You can join me or stay and awkwardly listen to these two. it's up to you."

She looked from Scourge, to Amy and Sonic, and back to Scourge. “Uh... sure?”

"Great!" Scourge beamed in happiness, turning around and going in the backyard.

Sticks jumped from the couch, yelling sorry to Sonic and Amy, and quickly left. It's true, she’d rather stick with Scourge then be a third wheel.

Stepping out, Sticks couldn't find Scourge until she heard him calling her.

"Oi! Up here!" Looking up at the trees, she spotted him waving at her. “Come up here!”

Nodding, she make her way toward the tree and then up the ladder to the level he was on. After taking a seat on the opposite side of the tree, she looked at him.

He was smoking. He looked back at Sticks and offered the pack of cigarettes.

"No thanks, I don't smoke."

He nodded. "Okay then. So, Sticks, right?" Scourge asked.

“Yeah.”

"Why do you work for Eggman?" She asked all of the sudden.

He scratched the side of his head in thought. “Cause I want to,” He concluded.

“But why? Sonic's your little brother and hero. Shouldn’t you be a hero too? Be on his side?”

He huffed and some smoke came out of his lungs. "I have my reasons, doll. That ain't your business."

Before she ask anything else, he continued with venom still present in his voice. “It’s best if you don't stick your little nose in other mobian’s problems.” He took another drag from his cigarettes.

She nodded and looked down at the green grass, not wanting to anger him.

“By the way, where will I sleep?" She asked, not offing her gaze towards him.

"Outside with me. I'm not going back in." Scourge said. “The last time Amy decided to come and the whole fucking night I couldn't sleep cause of those horny teens.”

Sticks giggled, now looking up at Scourge. “All right.”

“We’ll also share tent.” He grinned.

"What?!" She blushed, surprised and a bit embarrassed.

After the night came and Sticks and Scourge put a tent up. They sat outside of it, as neither of them were feeling sleepy yet.

"Look, I noticed you being nervous when I said we would be sharing a bed, but I asure you I won't do anything, I promise." Scourge said honestly.

"Really?" Sticks asked with hope.

“Of course, I may be a villain but I'm not going to hurt you like that.”

After few minutes they could hear giggling. "Sonic, that tickles!" Amy squeaked.

"Oh no.." Scourge said in a tired and annoyed voice, lowering his ears.

"Come on, Amy, it's a dare." Sonic purred.

Sticks covered her face in embarrassment.

Scourge lifted his head up. “Keep quiet or shut the window, you horny peeps!”

That made the two hedgehogs in the house stop what they were doing. Sticks knew that they had forgotten about Scourge and her staying in the backyard.

"And I thought I was the horny one." Scourge sighed. He looked at her to see her covering her face. He raised his brows. “You good?” He asked.

Uncovering her face, Sticks nodded at him. "Yeah.. Just a bit embarrassed, you know.."

Scourge chuckled in understanding. “Got ya. Don’t worry, like I said before I’m not a dickhead. I know how to respect women unless if a woman is bitch, then I won't.”

"Like that girl Fiona you mentioned when we came? May I ask what happened?" Sticks asked him slowly and hesitantly, unsure if he would get angry like he did before.

"She cheated on me, that's what happened." He angrily bit the cigarette in his mouth. “She cheated on me with that good-for-nothing Predator.” He looked down at his hands and sighed.

"Im sorry that happened.." Sticks said putting her hand gently on his shoulder. Her ears lowered. "She didn't know what she had—A great guy for a boyfriend."

Scourge grinned teasingly. “Do you like me or something? ‘Cause I sure am taking a liking to you, sweetcheeks”

"I.. No.. I well.. Uh... A little, yes, I took a liking to you. Amy was right, you aren’t as bad as seem like you are." She admitted with red cheeks.

Scourge smiled. “I'm glad, you’re not bad yourself.”  He looked over to the tent and then to her. "Let’s head to sleep, shall we?" He got up and offered her his hand.

Smiling, Sticks took his large hand in her small one and let him host her up. "But no funny business?" She asked seriously.

"A promise is a promise, doll." Scourge grinned.

Aspen's Fics

referencing the wip game for this post but there's been some minor changes. this will help me keep track of my fics. 🫨 cuz there's a helluva lot of em and the list keeps growing. 😩😅

legend

fics with * have working titles fics in italics are loosely plotted out but are not currently in production fics in bold are currently in production fics with 😈 are coming out soon fics with 😮‍💨 will be planned and written some time in the future completed fics

series

blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin

🩶 all the fire that ever burned you has turned you into gold 🩶 tell me a lie to keep me in line, you swear it's a sign but it's the tortured who rise 🩶 those that live between sunset and moonrise 🩶 a dance of shadows and light

bleak are the heavens, darker the gods

🩶 in his house beneath the sea, he waits dreaming of you 🩶 casting a spell on your heartstrings, you’re caught in my snare 🩶 bound by blood, thy lovers kiss spells death 🩶 you became the devil, yet i crave certain dark things 🩶 oh how i adore the ways in which you bleed for me 🩶 when fire meets fate, the tempest doth fade*

burning embers of a dying world

🩶 crimson courtship: a death race for love 🩶 fall of the house of the black sun

from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who favor fire 😮‍💨

🩶 the sun also delights in moonlit nights 🩶 the twilit shadows await the dusk 🩶 the starlight preys on the midnight void

shades of grey

🩶 join the rage at night, relieve my heart of the malice 🩶 i'm letting go, before this hope becomes a noose

there's a decadence in visions of black and red 😮‍💨

🩶 crawling on my knees, watch me while i bleed 🩶 rise of the eternal blood 🩶 embracing winter's moon

wonder if it's room in heaven for savages

🩶 if you can show your scars, then i can stitch your broken heart 😈 🩶 if you're too far gone, i’ll follow you into the sun

mini series

fighting this fire with fire

🩶 got a taste of the bitter in me, now i keep it just to feel complete 🩶 and the weight upon my shoulders won't fade

oneshots/stand-alones

an ode for stucky

beyond the enchanted forest 😮‍💨

call of the moon

crown of the winter realm* 😮‍💨

emeralds drop like rainfall but i'm breathing the sky 😮‍💨

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

i scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream

maybe we’re just born with stardust in our blood

of spies and sunshine

only through fire and blood does winter come 😮‍💨

something flickering in the night

something in the way

something wicked this way comes

the devil and the huntsman 😮‍💨

the secret of canyon springs

the taste of blood and wine 😮‍💨

there's a traitor in your midst* 😮‍💨

to become a monster

whispers in the quiet hours, whispers in the shadows

winds of the wandering mage* 😮‍💨

updated 04/17/24

Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

🥀 Gluttony 🥀

Pairing: dom!heeseung x switch!reader

Genre: Smut, Oneshot, FICTION

Word Count: 2.6k words

Includes: Pinches of sub!hee because I couldn’t resist, strangers to lovers trope, oral both ways, a subtly obsessed heeseung, praise, a tad impatient reader, protected sex, breeding kink

Synopsis: A night at the club turns into a lot more than you would’ve expected when you hook up with a stranger infatuated by your presence — Heeseung.

Requested?: Technically yes

A/N: This oneshot was made for @enhoesnetwork event #1 !

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And then there was Gluttony who just couldn’t resist his urges to be with you…

glut·ton·y

/ˈɡlətnē/

noun

habitual greed

It’s a Friday night and your acquaintances convinced you to go out with them to the club. To be honest, you weren’t going to go, but you didn’t want to be ‘the one that said no’ either. Turns out tagging along isn’t such a bad idea. You get to sit on the second floor of a lively, vibrant club and watch others get ridiculously wasted — and trip over their own feet on the dance floor below.

At one point while you’re lounging in a chair at your table and sipping on an alcoholic beverage of your choice, you feel like someone is watching you. You turn your head to your right and sure enough, there is some guy checking you out. He seemed to be in the same position as you, tagging along with friends that decided they wanted to get blackout drunk. His posture, leaning over the table he was sitting at with his arms holding him up, suggests he had been eyeing you for a while. Not that you’re complaining. He looks cute. It looks like he was going for a teen punk rock vibe with his outfit, chains and ripped jeans being its standout features. His jet black hair rests neatly on his forehead.

You smile politely at him and even give him a small wave. Thanks to the strobe lights hitting him at the right time, you see the surprise on his face. It was as if he didn’t expect you to take his staring well, which you could understand. He seems to give the brief interaction some thought, and then he gets up and walks over to you. As he sits in the seat next to you, you breathe in a hint of rose. He literally smells like a bed of roses. If you were going to get truly intoxicated off something tonight, it would be his scent.

The man clears his throat and lets out a chuckle, flashing one of the brightest white smiles you have ever seen. “Hey, sorry for staring. Did your friends leave you too?” You could see the concern in the way his brows knit together.

“Yeah, they did. I’m not much of a partier anyway.” You let out a sheepish laugh and rub at your neck out of habit. His eyes follow your fingers down to your neck, but he quickly returns his attention back to you.

“Heeseung.” He tells you, offering his hand for you to shake. You nod upon learning his name and take his hand.

“Y/N.” Pulling back from the handshake, you settle down in your seat knowing you had a friend to keep you company tonight. You talk to each other about your day and eventually, you start feeling tension. He starts biting his lips as he listens to you talk, which is making you bite your lips when he talks. That’s when he says something that has been on your mind for the past ten minutes.

“Y/N, we can go into one of the back rooms if you want.” The back rooms are modeled to look like actual bedrooms. You’re shocked. He might genuinely be down to mess around. You nod quicker than you would’ve wanted to and stand from your seat.

“I didn’t think you would ask, haha~”

You both walk to the other side of the second floor and rent a room for yourselves. You never used one before, but it turns out you get to keep the room until closing time. As you would expect, you hear people fucking and moaning their partner’s name as you walk to your room.

Heeseung opens the door for you and you notice from the redness in his face that he has been blushing this entire time. Once he closes the door, you’re already on the bed and taking your shoes off. Whether or not you were going to have a one-night stand with Heeseung, you needed to be comfortable. The teen sits beside you on the bed and gently smiles at you. You smile back in the silence and soon you both fill that silence with shy laughter.

“Heeseung, what?” You ask, too shy to say anything more yourself.

Heeseung bites his lips again and leans over, whispering in your ear. “Y/N, I want you. Really fucking bad.”

You freeze up. You weren’t expecting him to be THAT bold. You let him continue the talking, letting out a simple hum to let him know you’re listening.

“May I have you?” Heeseung pulls back, his gaze much more lustful than before. He’s looking at you like you’re a forbidden snack.

“Yes~” You breathe out.

Seconds after receiving your consent, his lips capture yours in a kiss that feels long overdue. Your hands touch all over his body as he’s touching yours. You can smell roses in every shallow breath you take between kisses. It’s more addicting than the alcohol you left behind at your table. The scent — it’s sweet yet alluring. You crawl up the bed still enveloped in the heated kiss. Heeseung follows, pushing his shoes off with his feet. He tops you and drags his lips down your jaw and attaches them feverishly to your neck.

You let out a hesitant moan in front of the stranger and rake your fingers through his hair. It’s super soft to the touch. “I’ve wanted you all night, Y/N. Something about you, I crave it.” He starts feeling down your body, taking his time to feel every inch of it. He peeks up at you for a moment and traces his thumb along your now swollen bottom lip. “Let me hear you.”

He helps you take off piece after piece of clothing and makes sure he does the same. First his shirt comes off, then his pants. Like yours, his underwear stays on, for now. He leans up to kiss you again before giving you literal euphoria. You close your eyes and little by little, your desperate moans fill the room. He presses his plump lips to your collarbones, trails gentle kisses and licks down your chest, love bites included, and stops right before the waistband of your underwear.

“Fuck me.” Your horniness gets out before your rationale. The half-naked guy stares up at you and lifts himself back up to kiss you. When he pulls back, you see a smirk playing on his lips. “Not yet, I need to taste you.”

Heeseung shifts back down the bed and helps rid you of the last of your undergarments. He admires your middle from between your legs and lets out a groan himself. “You’re so perfect…”

He dives his head in between your thighs — the softness of his lips and warm mouth have your eyes rolling back. He must’ve been drooling this entire time, or maybe it was your own excitement, but you get to hear several wet sounds as he’s going down on you. “You taste so good baby…” His hands rub your intimate area in just the right spots, causing you to throb under his touch. “I’m gonna make you cum so much tonight. Mmh, you deserve it, Y/N...” He flattens his tongue against your middle and you moan louder than before, hands shaking as they go to grab his hair again. “…for looking so damn hot tonight.”

“Hee— Mmm, you’re the one that should be called hot.”

“Yeah? Let’s see who the hot one is when you cum for me…”

Heeseung goes back to pleasing you with his mouth and it feels HEAVENLY. The way he swirls his tongue, puts his lips together and sucks, probes your sensitive area with the tip of his tongue, looks up at you with those intense eyes — there is no question that you’re about to come undone.

“Heeseung I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Fuuuuck~” Your toes curl into the sheets and you throw your head back against the pillows. You whimper a string of curses into the sinful air and catch your breath as the man you just met licks you clean.

You’re still shivering when Heeseung slips his tongue in your mouth and kisses your trembling lips. The taste of your cum on his lips arouses you so much that you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him right on top of you. You want more and you want it so bad.

You both pull back slightly panting and Heeseung puts your foreheads together. “I love you, Y/N.” He confesses, sounding dead serious.

He says this as if the two of you didn’t just meet an hour ago. But you don’t care.

“I love you too, Heeseung.”

He grins, showing his flawless smile before giving you another peck on the lips. “Ready to get fucked into next week?” He teases lightheartedly to which you laugh at his quirkiness amid the tense moment.

“No, let me suck your dick first. You gave me the type of orgasm I haven’t gotten in MONTHS. It’s only fair.”

Thanks to the light in the room, you could catch a glimpse of Heeseung’s pupils dilating. Did he catch feelings that fast?

He rolls you both over so that now you’re on top. His hand goes to stroke your head, softly encouraging you. “I need those pretty lips around my cock right now. Can you do that for me, prince(ss)?”

You blush with a nod and work your way down his body with kisses, just like he did with you. You pull at the waistband of his boxers and, sure enough, his hard cock comes springing out just for you.

“Mmm, you're big~” You take his dick in your hands and start giving it fluid pumps. “Can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me…” You lean down and kiss the tip before swirling your tongue to get a taste of precum. “Did I turn you on?” You inquire, then take him into your mouth.

The black-haired teen’s body curls up slightly, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure this time. “M-Mm why wouldn’t you? You’re a-amazing.”

You hum in acknowledgment and bob your head further down, nearly reaching his tightening pelvis.

Heeseung’s head lulls to the side, his eyes close to shutting from how well you’re sucking him dry. Anyone right outside your door could probably hear how good you are sucking that dick. He keeps looking down at you, moan after moan erupting from his throat. “You’re so talented. Mhm, yeah, yeah~” He places a hand on your head, helping push your head down on his throbbing cock. “O-O-Oh I’m gonna cum! Y-Y/N please!”

You keep blowing him as if you had just started and never falter in your technique. Not even ten seconds later, his cum shoots out onto your tongue. Still not used to the consistency of cum, you subtly reach for tissues and discreetly spit into them. You stroke the shivering teen through his high, tossing the used tissues into the trash successfully in one go. “Did it feel good?” You ask and let out a giggle.

“Hell yes,” Heeseung sits up panting and pins you down on the bottom half of the bed. “but now I get to fuck you.”

You suck your bottom lip back between your teeth. “Mm, but I wanna top first.” You rub your shin against his thigh. “Is that okay?”

A slightly taken aback Heeseung loosens his grip on your wrists and starts smiling profusely. “Yeah, of course, haha.” He leans down to give you a few more pecks and then rolls onto his back beside you. “There’s condoms in my jacket pocket, if you want to get them..?”

You direct your attention to the clothing discarded on the floor right next to the bed, the jacket amongst the pile. You retrieve a few packets of protection and join your hookup partner back on the bed. His prominent floral scent drags you back over to press your lips against his to which he doesn’t mind a single bit. You lay over top of him just making out for a few minutes.

His technique keeps you wanting more. Sometimes he teasingly pulls back only to kiss you back harder. He pulls at your lips and swipes his tongue with yours. Your noses rub against each other and your hands touch over each other’s bare skin making the both of you moan your pretty sounds. It is probably the hottest making out you’ve ever done.

You pull back when you feel his hardened cock throbbing against your leg. “Fuck baby, how can you be so patient?”

Heeseung slowly opens his eyes to your question. “Because I could kiss your lips forever. I never want to stop.”

You shoot him a pleased grin before working to get a condom out of one of the packets. Once you do, you ease the material onto his cock, feeling it throb in your hands as you do. Either Heeseung hardly gets any action or he really likes you. Though it doesn’t matter to you what it is, you enjoy being the reason he’s extremely horny.

You throw a leg over and saddle his thighs. You tease his tip with your hole and hear him groan as he grabs your waist.

“Y/N you’re so fucking sexy. Put it in.”

“Or else?”

“I’ll punish you. I’ll make sure you can’t walk out of here without your friends’ help tonight.”

“Mmh, I like that Heeseung.” You slip down his erect cock, hiding it deep inside you. You lean down and kiss him again. “But I don’t wanna walk out of here.”

He mumbles something about gluttony, but you don’t think too much of it when his arms wrap around you tightly and he starts thrusting into you.

You’re both moaning messes as he works his dick in and out of you, pounding into you without stuttering once. He’s desperate, chasing his high as he plays with your tongue in your mouths.

You try to say that he’s fucking you good, but between your groaning and your skin slamming together, you might as well start fucking back onto him to let him know instead. Heeseung tilts his head back at your movements on top and you take the chance to mark up his neck. You also start to stimulate your middle so you can cum with him.

“B-Baby(girl/boy), I’m so close. Do you want my cum?”

“Yeah, I want your cum. All of it.”

Heeseung pants heavily by your ear, higher pitch moans coming from his puffy lips when you nibble at the skin of his neck. “A-Ah— Take it Y/N. Take my cum in your pretty little hole.”

He snaps his hips into yours one last time and keeps them there, filling the condom inside you with strings upon strings of warm cum spurting out from his tip. You feel him filling you up and reach your own high, making your own lewd sounds as your orgasm runs through you.

Not much over a minute later, Heeseung flips you back over so he is on top. He makes quick work of his hands and changes into a new condom. “Safeword?”

“(Your safeword).”

You hook up with Heeseung a few more times after the night at the club and with each hookup, the sex gets kinkier and needier. Any kink either of you have, you try it until you are shivering at how well it plays out. He also praises you as much as the first night. No matter what, he can’t get enough of how good you feel giving him head or wrapped around his cock.

It’s clear that Heeseung will keep wanting you with every waking day.

The question is, how long until you’ve had enough?

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💖 To Confess by Celia_and | @whatceliawrites | Teen | 1.8k | Oneshot | Modern AU | College/University | Friends to lovers | House Party | Drinking Games | Love Confessions | Multi POV | "The game is called Paranoia. One person whispers a question into another’s ear and they have to answer out loud. Then a coin is flipped; if it’s heads, the asker has to reveal what the question was. They’re at a house party. Rose whispers a question to Ben. He answers, “Rey.” The coin is flipped. It’s tails. Which means everybody’s left to wonder what the question was — including Rey. She tries to find him after, but it’s too late. Ben is gone."

The Assistant by OptimisticBeth | @optimisticsprinkles | Teen | 2k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Office environment | Awkward!Ben Solo | Rey POV | Ben POV | "Rey is Poe's assistant and specifically tasked with keeping Ben out of Poe's office."

The Idiot's Guide to Flirting by Violetwilson | @violetwilson | Teen | 2.2k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Awkward!Ben Solo | Ben POV | "When he walked into that little bookstore, Ben Solo had no particular expectation of falling head over heels in love. Hell, he didn’t even believe in love until he looked into the eyes of the young woman standing behind the counter, and all at fucking once, Ben Solo is a believer. “Can I help you?” she asks, and no way is he telling this pretty bookstore clerk that he came in for Amilyn Holdo’s pop-psych best seller, “Attachment Disorders and Rage in Adult Men.” No fucking way."

The Vampire of Starbucks by AnonymousMink | Teen | 2.6k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Cafe | Barista!rey | Flirting | Rey POV | "He could, theoretically, be a vampire. If vampires existed. Either way Rey’s rudest and most dismissive Starbucks customer certainly does seem to wear a lot of black. And always appear exactly when she's been left on her own. She's pretty sure his name isn't actually ‘Kylie N.’ or ‘Kai Lauren’ but hey, if she’s spelling it wrong deliberately on his incredibly pretentious order who can blame her?"

What The Hell by SuchaPrettyPoison | @suchaprettypoison | Teen | 3.9k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Meet cute | Laundromat | Thirsty!Rey | Rey POV | "At 2:03am Rey is at her local 24hr laundry mat only to have this massive man come in stripping off his clothes and throwing them in the nearest machine. And wait is that blood on him? And he's asking her for quarters?"

💖 Near Kinsman by englishable | @englishable | Teen | 4k | Oneshot | Historical AU | late 1800s | Western | Mail order bride | Epistolary | Rey POV | "Rey has her own personal reasons for answering that anonymous bachelor's advertisement in the heart-and-hand mail-order bride catalog, but the respectable Mr. Brigadier General Benjamin Solo needn't find out such trifling details. (The big fat pack of lies Rey has to tell him about herself is besides the point. Anything is better than being a nobody.)"

crown of love by hi_raeth | Teen | 4.8k | One shot | Modern AU | Friends to lovers | Co-workers | Hairbraiding | Soft, so soft | Rey POV | "After six years of friendship (and unrequited feelings on Rey's part), Ben reveals a secret talent and starts braiding Rey's hair. The fact that he learned the skill out of love and the only other person he does this for is his mom probably doesn't mean anything, right? ... Right? (Spoiler alert: it totally does.)"

Dirty Little Secret by SageMcMae | @sagemcmae | Teen | 9.4k | One shot | Modern AU | College | Enemies to lovers | Secrets | Blackmail? | Mention of cancer | Maid Cafe | Rey POV | "Rey Kanata is at the top of her class in the Engineering school, on track to graduate summa cum laude, and is the president of the Campus Activities Board. She's an unstoppable force at Tatooine University. But Rey has a secret. And her mortal enemy, Ben Solo, just found out what it is."

Mature

Watches by Celia_and | Mature | 1.6k | oneshot | Modern AU | Pining | First meetings | Ben POV | "She rides past his shop every morning around 8:42. He starts watching at 8:10, in case she’s early. Her bike is yellow. It suits her. One day he’s brave enough to stand in the doorway, but she doesn’t notice. He retreats. She’s the sun. But he looks anyway."

Just Kiss Me by SuchaPrettyPoison | @suchaprettypoison | Mature | 2k | Oneshot | Modern AU | House party | Kiss of convenience | thirsty!Rey | Rey POV | "At a party in Poe's house, a guy won't stop asking Rey to go out with him. Rey decides to silence him by pulling Poe's roommate Ben into a kiss."

for the woods, when they give at all, give unstintedly by lachesisgrimm | @lachesisgrimm | Mature | 3k | Oneshot | Historical AU | 1920s | Inspired by LM Montgomery's The Blue Castle | Bachelor!Ben Solo | Independent!Rey | Author!Rey | Marriage of convenience | Illness | Strangers to lovers | Falling in love | Rey POV | Upon learning that Ben Solo is to succumb to illness within the year, Rey accepts his marriage proposal - to make his last year a memorable one.

East of the Sun, West of the Moon by crossingwinter | @shmisolo | Mature | 4.5k | Oneshot | Modern AU/post apocalyptic/Science Fiction; think Interstellar | Space Exploration | Rivals to lovers | Rey POV | Once humanity has abandoned earth and taken to the stars an Engineer comes into conflict with a Pilot.

🤣 The Fox and the Hare by v3ryvelvet | @v3ryvelvet | Mature | 5k | One shot | Modern AU | Blind date | Date from hell | Bitchy!Bazine | Ben POV | "Ben Solo is set up on the blind date from hell but can’t quite bring himself to walk away and leave behind the most beautiful woman he has ever seen: his waitress, Rey."

let's taco-bout it by kylorithic | Mature | 5.6k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Parks and Rec vibes | Office dynamic | Co-workers | HR!Ben Solo | Awkward!Ben Solo | Rey POV | "Rey invites ben solo, resident HR grump, to eat tacos. things escalate from there."

Maybe we could go get lost tonight (and stop pretending we’re just friends) by ElixirBB | @elixirbb | Mature | 5.9k | Oneshot | Modern AU | The-morning-after | Friend group dynamic | Texting | Friends to lovers | multi POV | Rey and Ben FINALLY get together, to the annoyance of their friend group who have been waiting ages for these two idiots to figure it out.

light carries on endlessly by lachesisgrimm | @lachesisgrimm | Mature | 6k | Oneshot | Hades/persephone | Strangers to lovers | Ben POV | The king of the Underworld is okay being alone. (He thinks). Until he finds a runaway nymph in his bed.

A Picture of Me Without You by the-reylo-void | @the-reylo-void | 6k | Oneshot | Mature | Historical AU | 1930s | Prohibition | Speakeasy | Soulmates | Soulmate identifying marks | Strangers to lovers | Bootlegger!Ben Solo | Alternating POV | "It's *not* impossible not to have a soulmark. It's not a big deal, not in the lax and gin-soaked speakeasies of 1920s Manhattan, but it's still a heavy weight to bear, as Ben Solo and Rey find out side by side."

Explicit

Come Full Circle by Denzer | @denzerwriter | Explicit | 3k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Established relationship | Break ups | Makeup sex | Engagements | Ben POV | "Ben hasn’t done this since he was seventeen and hanging out with the wrong crowd, with his fathers' car and a desperate need to prove himself. But he needs to prove something now and this is all he has." or Rey is trying to break up with him, Ben is trying to propose.

Forget Me Not by obsessivepropulsive | @obsessivepropulsive | Explicit | 3.6k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Amnesia | Accident Recovery | Secret relationship | Bendemption | Multi POV | Ben is hit by a truck and can't remember a thing. But the people who love him the most do.

Good by Ever-so-reylo | @ever-so-ali | Explicit | 3.8k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Blind date | Dating | love at first sight | Ben-doesnt-think-he-deserves-love-then-he-meets-rey | Praise kink | Ben POV | Ben goes on a date with Rey to please coworker phasma. He didnt expect to fall so hard.

🥵 Tender Thing (Stay The Night) by vuas | @thevuaslog | Explicit | 4k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Boss/employee dynamic | Roommates | Nanny!Rey | Single dad!Ben Solo | Breeding kink | Rey POV | "It makes sense: she’s there all the time anyway, so when her lease is up, Rey takes the spare room at the house. She’ll just ignore her burgeoning attraction to Mister Solo. Easy."

🤣 Fool Me Once by KyloTrashForever | Explicit | 5k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Blind date | Pranks | Comedy | JOKES ON YOU POE | Multi POV | Poe sets Rey up on a blind date with his friend. He tells Ben he's found him an ideal roommate who he just needs to interview. Misunderstandings commence.

💖 Ten Lawyers Leaving by NewerConstellations | @newer-fear | Oneshot | 5.6k | Explicit | Modern AU | Office Christmas Party | drinking | Mistaken Identity | Office Sex | Strangers to lovers | Rey POV | Rey hits it off with a handsome stranger at her office party- only having been with her new law firm two weeks she has no idea that she's been flirting all night with the fearsome Ben Solo.

Amor Vetiti by ReyloBrit | Explicit | 6k | Oneshot | Historical AU | Ancient Rome | Slavery | Gladiator!Ben | Priestess!Rey | Forbidden Relationship | Multi POV | "The Gladiator Champion, Kylo Ren, cannot shake the image of the Priestess from his mind. It is forbidden to talk with her. They would both be whipped. But he can look, can't he? There's no harm in simply looking...."

i wanna wake up with you all in tangles by somethingdifferent | Explicit | 7k | Oneshot |Modern AU | Friends to lovers | Fake date (or is it?) | Ben POV | "Rey complains she has never been on a real date before. Ben volunteers to take her on one. For purely altruistic reasons, obviously."

🥵 Like Ey! Ey! Ey! By mzladybird | @mzladybird | Explicit | 7.5k | Oneshot | Modern AU | College/university | House Party | Strip Poker | Unrequited Crush | One night stand? Sure Jan | Rey POV | It's Rey's Sophomore year at college and Rose drags her to her first frat party. An unforgettable night as she ends up playing strip poker with none other than her longstanding crush Ben Solo.

Soft and Slow by ABeautifulBreakdown | Explicit | 8.6k | Oneshot | Modern AU | One-night-stand | Unhealthy coping mechanisms | Alcoholism | (Past) Serious Injury) | Pianist!Ben Solo | Ben POV | "After Ben’s career as a concert pianist is brought to an abrupt end he spirals into a mess of alcohol, drugs, and bad decisions in order to ease his pain and loss. One such bad decision comes to him in the form of a young woman who seems to know his music better than he does himself. Or perhaps she’s simply the light at end of a very dark tunnel."

Wings by Daisyflo | Explicit | 9k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Meet cute | Rey has a phobia of Butterflies | Anxiety | Panic attacks | Rose BFF | Multi POV | "Desperate to overcome a lifelong fear of hers, Rey visits a butterfly farm- but the employee who saves her from a clingy butterfly gives her heart palpitations of an entirely different kind. Rey is scared of butterflies. Ben works in the greenhouse she's visiting. What could go wrong?"

💖 The Tenant of Theed Cottage by WaterlilyRose | @waterlilyrose | Explicit | 9k | Oneshot | Historical AU | Regency | Family Drama | Rey POV | "Rey has been a ward of the Organa-Solo family since the age of six. Her memories of their only son Ben Solo are brief but powerful. Now, after a thirteen year absence, he has taken possession of a home within close range of his old family seat. Rey believes a reconciliation can come about. The man is not the boy she remembers and she could soon come to realise she longs for more than the return of a boy she knew so briefly but now recognises as a powerful man."

😘👌 Quail and dumplings by Ever-so-reylo | @ever-so-ali | Explicit | 9k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Sex-for-money | Nonlinerear Storytelling | Hurt/comfort | Developing feelings |Wealth inequality | Rey POV | "Rey needs money. Ben offers money to Rey in exchange for sex. Rey accepts."

Mr. Solo & Miss Wellfound by LinearA | @linearla | Explicit | 9k | Oneshot | Historial AU | Victorian | Enemies to lovers | Marriage | Rey POV | Rey accidentally exposes an ankle infront of Mr. Solo. No one else might have noticed it, but Rey soon realizes that Mr. Solo watches her *so* intently. She soon takes great delight by finding ways to torture him with her dress, or rather her lack of it.  The only way for him to get back at her (of course) is to marry her.

All Bets Are Off by crossingwinter | @shmisolo | Explicit | 9.3k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Office Christmas Party | Fake/Pretend Relationship | Bets/wagers | Friends to lovers | In-progress Bendemption | Rey POV | Rey pretends to be Ben's date for his office christmas party when he gets wind of a betting pool that he will come alone.

169 Days by JenfysNest | Explicit | 10k | oneshot | Modern AU | Office dynamic | Co-workers | pining | Strangers to friends to lovers | oblivious!Ben Solo | Halloween Party | Stranded togther | Huddled for warmth | Ben POV | "It’s been almost a month since Rey Johnson started as the coordinator for company events at Supremacy Realty. Ben Solo knew she had heard things about him. His reputation always preceded him. Everyone knew to “stay away from Solo.” Rey hasn’t stayed away, though."

💖 your boots beneath my bed by irridesca | @earstwo | Explicit | 11k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Ranching | Cowboys | Strangers to friends to lovers | hair braiding | Rey POV | After the death of her former boss, Rey gets a job as a wrangler at Skywalker Ranch-- where she crosses paths with the prickly forman Ben Solo.

PWP

(aka plot what plot? or Porn without plot)

Magic Word by ohmyreylo | Explcit | 1.5k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | One-night-stand | Ben POV | In which Ben is stood up for a date, but still has an amazing night when he goes home with bartender Rey.

At A Wedding by orphan_account | Explicit | 1.7k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Wedding | One-night-stand | Rey POV | "Rey is dancing at a wedding. She invites the tall, brooding cousin- or whoever he is- to dance with her. Sex follows."

Tender by pontmercy44 | Explicit | 2.3k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Tinder hookup | Pretend Relationship | One night stand? | Ben POV | Ben's Tinder match wants the relationship experience in the form of a one-night-stand.

Bang for your Buck by crossingwinter | @shmisolo | Explicit | 2.4k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Gym/Fitness Center | Personal Trainer!Rey | Grumpy!Ben Solo | Hookup | Rey POV | Rey doesnt take it easy on the asshole she is temping for at the gym.

sharp-dressed man by audreyii_fic | @audreyii-fic | Explicit | 3k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Neighbors | Enemies to lovers | Misunderstandings | Pining | Multi POV | "Kylo's stuff keeps getting shipped to Rey's apartment, and the resultant miscommunications threaten to destroy their lives -- or, you know, at least their summer."

🥵 The Big Picture by violethoure666 | Explicit | 3.1k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Established Relationship | Masturbation | Misunderstandings | Brief Angst | Rey POV | "Rey’s new relationship is perfect. Well, almost perfect, if she ignores the fact that her boyfriend Ben is nearly silent during sex, no matter what she does. Then Rey catches him jerking off... very, very loudly."

Homestead Fire by ladyofreylo | Explicit | 4k | One shot | PWP | Historical AU | 1876 | Frontier | Homesteading | Developing relationship | Loss of virginity | Proposals | Ben POV | "In this story, Ben Solo is a homesteader trying to court O. Kenobi's believes he will make Miss Rey a good husband. He shows her how when he stops by to chop wood and build up her fire."

🤣 Ben Solo's Lament by kalx58 | Explicit | 4k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Co-workers | Idiots | Hookup? | Rey tries to get laid but makes Ben cry instead | Rey POV | "Rey invites Ben over for drinks and more. She doesn’t get what she wants. And then she does."

Sociology of Sexuality by Celia_and | Explicit | 4.3k | Oneshot | PWP | College/university | Academic debates as foreplay | Sexual Tension | Bathroom Sex | Rey POV | "After a semester of verbal sparring, the tension between Rey and Kylo boils over."

Sunday Summer Brunch (A Beautiful Thing) by LinearA | @linearla | Explicit | 4.5 I | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | NYC | Brunch | Bathroom hookup | Rey POV | "Rey's friends are late for brunch. Ben's two people short of a party of three. It's not their fault the trains are fucked, but the only seats they can get are at the bar, and the bartender is pouring his specialty."

💖 Use Your Words by Yours_Truly_Commander_Shepard | Explicit | 4.8k | Oneshot (with an epilogue) | PWP | Modern AU | Office Christmas Party | Rey's plans to get laid at the office christmas party go... unexpectedly.

😳 give me touch, ache for something by kyoloren (need ao3 account to read) | Explicit | 5k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Dating | Mutual Mastubation | Touch starved!Ben Solo | Ben POV | "Ben and Rey have gone out on a few dates and have done nothing but a bit of handholding and kissing. Ben is patient but about ready to explode with his need for touching her when Rey suggests they try something new."

Minus 1 by Ever-so-reylo | @ever-so-ali | Explicit | 5k | Oneshot | modern AU |  Anonymous sexting | Boss/employee | PWP | Rey POV | Rey texts the wrong number, all she knows is that they work at the same company as her. They bond over 80s movies and sexting. It's not like it could be her boss right?

A Lucky Guess by v3ryvelvet | @v3ryvelvet | Explicit | 6k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Failed romantic endeavours | One-night-stand | Coincidence | Rey POV | The guy at the bar who overhears Rey bemoaning her terrible luck with dating, rocks Rey's world.

killer and a sweet thing by kyoloren (need ao3 account to read) | Explicit | 6.1k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Hitman!Kylo Ren | Sex as payment | Rey POV | "Rey knows better than to play with fire. But after she hires hitman Kylo Ren to take out her abusive stepfather, she realizes she has nothing to pay him with except…herself."

🥵🤣 Saving Mr. Wanks by LovesBitca8 | @lovesbitca8 | Explicit | 6.7k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Office dynamic | Co-workers | Crack | Masturbation | Rey POV | Rey from HR has to attend a meeting to address "Mr. Wanks" an employee that jerks off on office time -- to Reys horror it's Ben Solo the coworker she has been fantasizing about.

scratch my back by somethingdifferent | Explicit | 7.3k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Inspired by New Girl | Roommates | Bribery via blow job | Rivals to lovers | Multi POV | "So when it comes out that Ben is the one who gets to pick who in the loft gets the parking spot, since he doesn’t care enough to fight to the death about taking it for himself the way Poe and Rey do, Rey offering to suck his dick for the spot is mostly, basically, almost definitely 100 percent a joke, and most certainly an unprecedented maneuver. Or: Rey sucks Ben’s dick for a good parking spot, and it goes about as well as anyone would expect."

Sweet Home by Violetwilson | @violetwilson | Explicit | 8k | Oneshot | Strangers to lovers | Southern USA | One night stand | Good samaritan | Waffle House | There was only one bed | Rey POV | Rey helps out a handsome stranger stranded in town-- by letting him sleep in her bed.

🥵 Fairest by KyloTrashForever | Explicit | 9.1k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Boss/employee dynamic | Enemies to lovers | Flashbacks | Masquerade | Sexual Tension | Asshole!Ben Solo | dominant!Ben Solo | Rey POV | Rey hates her asshole boss. Until she doesn't. And maybe he doesn't hate her as much either. They better fuck it out in the bathroom at a charity ball to make sure.

💖 59 Minutes by delia-pav!orum | @delia-pavorum | Explicit | 9k | Oneshot | Modern AU |  PWP | Movie star!kylo ren | Film festival | hookups | Rey POV | Film Festival Volunteer Rey Johnson has steamy run-in with famous movie star Kylo Ren.

Game On! (aka Deflowering Doctor Jackass) by Crysania | Explicit | 12k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Snowed in | Loss of virginity | No-strings-attached | Books store owner!Rey | Asshole Professor!Kylo Ren | Tragic backstory!Ben Solo | Rey POV | "When Rey is stranded at her bookshop in the middle of an upstate NY snowstorm with a local professor she knows only as "Doctor Jackass", she decides the best way to pass the time is to play a game. And that, of course, leads to other activities."

Enjoy!

Okay okay okay this one is 17k but it is fricken amazing I have been looking for a list to fit it in for some time...

💖 i want your warmth to stay beside me by magneticwave | Explicit | 17k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Politics | Modern attempt at TROS fix-it | HEA | Ben POV | "It’s four weeks to Election Day and the president comes up in a DNA testing database as a familial match for an orphaned grad student in Illinois whose politics might be politely described as progressive and less politely described as a socialist nightmare. Armed with thirty grand and a non-disclosure agreement the size of a small dog, Ben is immediately dispatched to sweep the entire mess under a rug. The problem is, of course, the girl--and, on a fundamental level, Ben himself."

Hello! Can you maybe write a part 2 for the heartbreak oneshot where Gorou and Kokomi fell in love with each other? I'd really like to see what's going to happen, how their friendships evolve (or devolve). And if you maybe have someone in thought who would help the reader?

You don't have to, though! Feel free to decline this request ~

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

“A fighting chance.”

CW/TW: arguments, fatal injuries, fighting, heartbreak, cursing, angst/hurt/comfort

Characters: Gorou, Kokomi, Kazuha.

Part 1 here: All’s fair in love and war.

Part 3 here: Loose arrow.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Weapon drawn, charging at the enemy, you repeat this mantra to yourself. Inhale. Exhale. Strike. Dodge. Run. In. Out. Strike. Move. Move. MOVE! “MOVE!” The words leapt right out of your mouth when you noticed an arrow flying right towards someone’s chest. You acted on instinct, flinging yourself between the offensive missile and the unsuspecting soldier, hands shoving them to the ground. A piercing pain ripped through your shoulder, but at that moment, you didn’t care. “Are you alright…?” You asked the stranger, but when you looked at the chest your face had landed in, you couldn‍’t register who exactly it was. It didn’t look like any of your own comrades, their attire red and stylised. Were they another general? You didn’t manage to get a good look at their face, the pain in your shoulder spreading all through your back and up your neck. When it reached your eyes, your vision faded.

You could feel your body lifting from the ground, gentle yet firm hands holding you close to them. Your vulnerable state was being shielded, by what you assumed at the time to be a guardian angel. Wounded soldiers, especially ones that blacked out, weren’t noticed until after the battle. And by that time, it was too late. So whoever was carrying you had been watching you and had put their life on the line to rescue you. Even if you weren’t being taken to heaven, they deserved that title nonetheless. And when you finally lost the feeling in your body, instead of feeling terrified for what was to come, there was a warmth all around you. It was impossible not to feel comforted by the arms that so tenderly held you.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Your body repeated the cycle on its own, without you telling it to. Your chest rose and fell, the only indication you were alive. And the only reason you weren’t declared a lost cause. In any other circumstance, you were sure your life would’ve been snuffed out. But it seemed that perhaps an archon the one you weren’t fighting anyway had smiled down on you that day.

A gentle, cooling sensation against your skin made your eyes finally flutter open, only to be faced with two crimson gems staring down at you with a kindness that made your knees feel weak and your stomach do backflips. Your breath caught in your throat. All you could do was stare stupidly with wide eyes, before the silence was broken by a soft chuckle. “Finally awake, I see…”

You blinked, barely registering that the angel above you had spoken to you. It seemed to add to his amusement, his eyes crinkling closed for a moment. He withdrew the cloth he was using to cool you off from your forehead, placing it on a nearby bedside table. You opened your mouth to speak, but your voice refused to come out, instead replaced by a dry cough. The stranger was already holding a glass for you, his other hand carefully cradling the back of your head to support you. “Here. Drink.” He encouraged, tilting the glass just a little so you could drink properly. You gulped greedily, hands reaching up to hold his own to tilt it further. Only when it was empty did you stop, the glass being pulled away from you slowly. “Would you like some more…?” He asked, only for you to shake your head.

“Who are you…?” The question had been plaguing your mind since you saw him, and you only now could voice it. The stranger smiled softly at you.

“I go by the name Kaedehara Kazuha, but the Kaedehara name is but a mere title now. So, Kazuha will work for now.” Kaehehara? Weren’t they the famed samurai clan? Gorou had mentioned it a few times in passing, telling you of a friend he knew from the clan. Was this that friend? Your eyes trailed down to his attire, noting the red cloth.

“You’re the one I…” You trailed off. Yes, this was the person you had thrown yourself at, and the reason you were in this mess in the first place. He nodded once before the smile on his face only widened, confirming it to be true.

“I believe I’ve yet to have the pleasure of knowing my saviour's name.” Kazuha chuckled, seating himself on a stool next to your bed as he awaited your answer. As you opened your mouth to speak, another voice interrupted.

“Y/N? Oh, thank goodness!” You knew that voice. You raised your eyes to meet the sight of a distressed Gorou, ears bent down as far as they could go. He was by your side in an instant, wrapping you up tight in his embrace. “Don’t you ever do something that reckless again! You could’ve been killed!” And you should’ve been. Kazuha called you his saviour, but really, you wouldn’t have been alive if it wasn’t for him. You heard a whine, feeling the tell tale feeling of your friend's head nuzzling into your cheek. He was shaking. Had you really scared him that badly? You rested a hand gently on top of his head, and rubbed his ears carefully.

“Hey… I’m alright. This is just part of the job. Please don’t cry…” Too late. You felt dampness on your cheeks, but it was quickly rubbed away with Gorou’s own ears. Arms wrapped around him, you pulled him in and held him close. But you were so focused on comforting your friend to notice the samurai was already gone, leaving swiftly like a spring breeze. You had always wondered where the angelic stranger had gone that day, why he had left without saying anything. But thinking back on it, what could he have done in that moment, if not leave? Gorou had taken up all your attention, and after you had calmed him down, you were in so much pain that you forced yourself to go back to sleep. After you were well enough to move around, Kazuha had already left Inazuma. You didn’t even get to say goodbye… Or thank him for saving you. Your encounter was fleeting, and brief.

So why now, of all times, did you dream of the ruby-eyed wanderer?

—

You could vaguely hear a voice calling your name, and your attention was back to the present matter at hand. You glanced up from your notes, taking in the sight of the worried expressions directed your way. Kokomi, Gorou, and a few others were in the room, waiting for a response. What was going on again? Right. War meeting. You nodded, pretending to look interested in whatever was going on before motioning to continue. But your mind was elsewhere. And if you were being honest, it had been elsewhere ever since it happened.

Yes, that night ripped straight out of a romance novel, where two star crossed lovers confessed their undying love to each other under a moonlit sky. And you, who had to stand there and watch with a plastered smile on your face while they tortured you. Truthfully, you were tired of keeping up appearances. Your patience with the whole thing had worn thin, and the final straw was watching the two of them not-so-secretly hold hands underneath the table, while they asked you if you were doing alright after the meeting had ended. The cruel irony of it all. All you had uttered was an ‘I’m fine’, before turning on your heel and walking away. But one of them wouldn’t accept that for an answer.

You heaved a sigh, running a hand over your face to calm yourself down. It wasn’t their fault, you supposed. It’s not like either of them knew that they were breaking your heart. At least, you hoped they didn’t know. If you had it your way, you would take this secret to the grave. Neither of them had to find out.

“Y/N?”

You turned around, internally groaning at the cautious body language your friend was displaying. Ears bent down, tail between his legs… He looked like a puppy that had been called a ‘bad boy’. If only the situation was as simple as that. If only you could lightly scold him, only to fall in love with him all over again afterwards.

“Is… Is everything alright? You’ve been really quiet for the past few weeks. I know you said you were fine but… Well, I know you well enough to know something isn’t right.”

You let out a dry chuckle, narrowing your eyes at the ground. “You know me?” You raised your head, sending a glare his way. “You know me?” He flinched at that. “You don’t know a damn thing about me! Where do I come from? What’s my favourite colour? When was the last time we’ve had a conversation that wasn’t about fucking Kokomi other than now?!”

“Kokomi?” Of course he only paid attention when his precious darling Kokomi was mentioned. Kokomi this, Kokomi that. God, you were so sick of it. “What does Kokomi have to do with this?”

“Everything!”

An uncomfortable silence descended around you, but it felt good to finally let it out. So you continued. “All you ever talk about is her and I hate it! Y/N, can you help me talk to her excellency? Y/N, what’s her excellency’s favourite snack? Just shut up! I’m sick of it! I’m tired of listening to the way you talk about her when I want you to talk about me! I want you to ask Kokomi what I like, what my favourite food is, and how you’d confess to me, not her! How dense do you have to be to not realise I’m in love with you?! Goddamnit Gorou I’m in love with you!” Your chest was heaving at the end of your rant, and your body was shaking, but you didn’t care anymore. You were too high off your own adrenaline after letting out what had been stewing inside of you for weeks. Only when you noticed Gorou hadn’t said anything, did you look up from the ground you had been glaring at. The colour drained from your face when you saw his shocked expression, mouthing gaping open and snapping closed like a fish out of water. And then you finally realised what you had just done. “I… I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice sore from yelling before you rushed past him, running off as fast as you could. You could hear him calling your name, but you didn’t care, you didn’t want to hear what he had to say after that. What would it matter? It wouldn’t change anything.

—

Watatsumi island was far away from you now, the giant seashell you had come to adore a mere speck in the distance. You weren’t entirely sure where you were. You were still in Inazuma, of course, but the grounds looked foreign to you after spending most of your life where colours were vibrant and bubbles of water rose from the ground. This place was dull, barren, but it had a certain sense of familiarity you couldn’t shake. A flash of red came to mind.

Now you remember. This was the very field you had saved that samurai. Kazuha, wasn’t it? You seated yourself against a broken tree stump, sitting with your elbow resting against your knee, eyes fixed in front of you. Without the madness of war, this place was rather peaceful. Sure, it wasn’t the nicest to look at, but at least it was quiet.

“I suppose I’m not the only one who enjoys the tranquil atmosphere here.” A voice spoke up, making your head perk up. And once again, like the very first time you two met, your breath caught in your throat.

“Ka… Kazuha?” The name felt strange on your tongue, but it sounded like it rolled out naturally. He nodded his head, the smile on his face gentle.

“May I sit with you?” You nodded in response, patting the ground next to you. Even the simple way he walked towards you was swift, and elegant. What was such a person doing in a place like this? “...I sense something is troubling you. Would you care to discuss it?”

“Uh… Do you… Do you even remember me?” A stupid question, why else would he of sat with you? But he simply continued to smile in response, and once again, he nodded his head.

“You never told me your name. But you saved my life. I think of you more often than I would like to admit.”

“It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N… The brave warrior from the resistance. I can finally put a name to the face I see in my dreams.” He chuckled warmly, and you couldn’t help but smile at that. You were flattered he thought of you, but you couldn’t help but wonder.

“Why do you think of me so often? We barely spoke.”

“If you want the truth, I’m not sure myself. Perhaps it is because without you, my journey would’ve been over. And since we met, things have changed for the better. But, if you did not save me, those things wouldn’t have happened. In fact, I believe the shogunate would still be running rampant, if it wasn’t for you rescuing me that day.” He sounded wistful, his soft voice making his words sound all the more meaningful. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not that I single handedly defeated the Raiden Shogun, but I did contribute a fair deal. As did the resistance, and General Gorou.”

Hearing the name of the man that had caused you so much heartache caused the smile to slip from your lips. You looked away, hugging your legs tight to your chest to give you some form of comfort from all the hurt you were feeling inside your chest.

“I take it Gorou is the cause of your upset?”

“Yes… No… It’s complicated.” You sighed, burying your face in your knees in defeat. You felt a soft, bandaged hand rest on top of your head, caressing it gently.

“You don’t have to speak about it… But I’m here if you’d like to.” There was something so comforting about hearing that, about someone finally realising that you weren’t alright. It made the dam you tried so hard to keep sturdy break, tears streaming down your face. Your shoulders heaved, holding yourself together tighter. You heard the rustling of fabric, and suddenly two arms were around you, holding you close like they had done once before.

“He loves her… And she loves him… And I love him... A-and I’ve ruined e-everything!” Broken sobs escaped your lips, and you curled into the warm embrace, raising your head from your knees to replace them with Kazuha’s shoulder. He shushed you gently, running his fingers through your hair to soothe you, holding you even closer.

“Shh… Just let it all out, Y/N…” Your name sounded so pretty in his voice, and it encouraged you all the more to do as he said. You let it out, until you had nothing left. You didn’t expect to cry in the arms of a beautiful stranger today, and yet here you were. You took comfort in the way he stroked your hair, his other hand lightly moving up and down your back. He was soft, and warm. A contrast to the icy feeling that had been squeezing your chest for so long. “Do you perhaps feel a little better?” He asked after a moment. You could only nod in response, numb after pouring all your emotions out. He moved to pull away, but you gripped on his clothing tight.

“Stay… Please.” You whispered, burying your face in his shoulder even further. He stayed still, arms pulling you in further.

“Maybe you need a fresh start…”

“I don’t know where I would go.”

“Why not come with me?”

You raised your head to look at him, confused and surprised. He chuckled while he thumbed at your cheeks, wiping some stray tears away. “Come with me. Leave your life in Inazuma behind. The resistance is no longer needed, and staying is only causing you more pain. Come with me to Liyue on The Crux. If you do not wish to stay with me after we arrive, you can find your own life there. And if you’re unhappy, you can return here. You have nothing to lose.”

It really did sound like a resolution to all your problems. And even though you hadn’t known Kazuha for very long, you felt like you could trust him. He fought alongside you, saved you and had the respect of your general. And you had just cried in his arms, it was too late to start getting trust issues now he had seen you at your worst. You were also a skilled fighter, if things really got bad, you were confident in your ability to fight. He was right. You really did have nothing to lose.

“Alright. I’ll come with you. When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow morning, plenty of time to say your goodbyes. Come to Ritou, you’ll find The Crux there. But Captain Beidou won’t stick around for very long. If you decide to leave, this is your only chance.” He took a breath, his eyes roaming around his surroundings, before they landed back on you. “I won’t be coming back to Inazuma for a long time. This was my farewell. I wanted to see this place for one last time. That means the ship won’t come back to Inazuma either. Beidou has no business here, so she won’t come back on her own accord. And I… I would rather leave memories here, and start new ones afar.”

You understood somewhat. Memories here were painful, even for you. Maybe starting a new life wasn't such a bad idea…

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notes: Hello anon! I realised this went on for a little too long, so if you’d like a part three of this as well, please let me know. I truthfully wasn’t going to do a part 2, but I got this idea out of nowhere, so I hope you like it anon. It’s not exactly romantic between reader and Kazuha, but it’s not strictly platonic either. You are free to interpret it however you wish!

Do I like this piece? There’s some parts I like and others I think I could improve on, but I’ve reread and rewrote this piece quite a bit tonight, so I’m pretty satisfied with the outcome for now enough to post it.

Likes, reblogs, comments and criticism is highly appreciated, just please be nice about it (о´∀`о)

Eyes in the darkness

Paring: Yandere!C!Technoblade x BookwormEnchanter!Female!Reader

Type: Romantic (Technoblade is yandere). Trilogy - part one. Next part.

Warnings: swearing, possessivness, yandere, angst, injury, sugestive content, threats, blood, silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade was watching Y/N for some time, trying to stay in the shadows. Unfortunately voices and thoughts won against the logic and he want her now on his side forever.

Author's note: Inspiration from a lot of things, but especially: Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast. This used to be oneshot, but I changed my mind, ut will be trilogy. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

Words in blue colour are Y/N thoughts.

Y/N didn’t know when was the last time she ran for her life. Probably during one of the pillagers attack on the village or maybe in the Nether. But none of them was that type. Now she was being chased by something way much more dangerous than besties. At the moment, she’s being followed by the Blood God himself. Despite the aching and pain of her muscles and her throat feeling dry from gasping for air, Y/N was still asking herself how did on earth this happen?

~*~

Y/N always loved books and reading, she came to Smp two weeks after Foolish arrival. Actually her friendship with him leaded her here. They exchanged the letters and she was interested in staying somewhere for a while. After some time, she decided to come. Her divine friend already started to build his summer home and had few buildings done. She stayed there for few couple of days, they decided to build something for herself. She already have met most of Smp members including Dream Team, Bench Trio and rest, but owning home, place for stay was good idea. Sometimes Y/N liked to be alone. Eret allowed her to build something behind his castle, it was always nice to have someone close.

It took time before she ended house, it was cozy one with big field in front, farms, cellars and most important - library with enchanting place. It was huge, biggest part of the house with plenty of regals and reading spots. Y/N loved to spend there time and collectin more books or texts. Foolish had a lot of ancient scrolls or manuscripts and liked to share them with her. They could spend hours discussing about their favourite ones.

Books caused that Y/N met Phil, because he was the second person on the Smp, which had great collection from centauries. Shark god took her at trip to Tundra. Y/N was excited to meet such person and nervous too. Happily, everything went all right, Technoblade wasn't that time in home, so they had chilling conversation. Winged man was very curious about her skills and enchants. Of course during his travells and lifespan he met enchanters, but didn't paid much attention to them. Now, he could meet one in chill ocassion. Their three had a lot of talking, giggling and being wholesome. Phil promised to borrow more interesting books and Y/N said, that she can give some enchantments.

When Technoblade came back he immediately felt, that Foolish was there with... someone else... someone new. It smelled like pine and old paper, very nice. Phil told him about visitors and Y/N, he ignored it a little bit, but voices... voices liked this smell a lot.

'So strange.' 'Which woman can smell like that?' 'Where is she living?'

}*{

Y/N was peaceful person with no intention to harm anybody, staying in her place. She stayed in positive relations with almost everyone, providing needed enchantments and helping caused, that a lot of members were friendly to her. Y/N liked to hanging out with Bench Trio, although they were sometimes so chaotic. Usually she went mining with Ranboo, when it was needed, cutting trees with Tommy for his buildings and staying in Snowchester with Tubbo. That is why she came with almost everyone, when Tommy and Tubbo were in Dream bunkier fighting with him. Discs were just items, but... Dream's obsession, it was dangerous and teenagers were her friends. After that a lot of things changed. Putting him into Pandora's Vault was meant to protect them, but she was getting cold shivers each time she looked at black walls of prison. Knowing that everyone could be locked there...

After Egg's influence grew stronger she tried to find some infromations about it and how could ghe possible defeat it, but that took time. Foolish and Phil were so helpful handing their ancient texts, to make research. Suddenly with crimson vines everywhere, Smp became less safer, at least she felt it that way. More members were busy with their business and stuff, they finally could do them, when Dream was locked. For example Foolish agreed to build big mansion for Tubbo and Ranboo, which got platonical marriage and Tommy started his hotel. Meeting Michael was so wholesome and funny, little zombie piglin started to like her and at each visit she read him fairy tales and stories.

Y/N decided to not think about bad sides of Smp, just being busy and tried to help, if someone needed it. Before Doomsday wandering around could be dangerous, especially for La'Manburg citizens, because Dream and Technoblade were unpleasant for them. Now she enjoyed visiting almost everyone everywhere. After a few visits, she could tell that something was wrong, Y/N couldn't tell what, but it was almost like being watched, blaming Egg and vines was her answer for that, but actually why? Why did it do that? She would never joined their side. Never ever. Sometimes she spotted the Phil's corws, but that wasn't a s surprise, birds were telling him a lot of informations around the Smp. Easy way to know almost everything.

}*{

Y/N was heading to her house, stepping at Prime Path. In opposite direction she spotted Quackity, slowly walking by from prison direction, which was surprise. She smiled softly to him and he smiled back.

"What's up?" Big Q asked when got closer to her.

"It's good I am coming back home, need to eat and get some nap, and you?"

"I... ended some buisness." His face stiffened and his look became more serious.

Y/N nodded little unsure about his changed emotions. Suddenly she spotted that his sleeve is covered in fresh blood.

"Are you hurt?" She asked worried.

Quckity looked at his shirt as surprised as she and frowned, he checked axe which hanged down from his belt.

"I guess so then, but I don't know where did that come from."

"Let me take care of this." Y/N suggested with warm smile. "My home is closer than Las Nevadas."

After a few moments he nodded in agreement. They together headed to her place. Weather started to become stormy, dark cloud covered the sun, threating to start raining.

Then went inside, but when she was closing door, feeling of being watched hit her with dubled strength. House was in the spine forest, but fenced and had a gate. In filed were some farms, trees and small garden, but everything seemed to look normal. Big Q sat on the couch in living room and Y/N brought bandages, water in bowl and even healing potion. He rose sleeve, wound wasn't long, but deep, something cut his arm, probably weapon.

"It doesn't look good, but you will be okay." She said after looking at cut.

"Good." He sighed with relief.

"What did make it? Do you have an idea?"

Big Q looked dead in her eyes and remained silence. Of course he knew what, but he didn't even noticed the wound before leaving the prison. Well, someone will pay for this.

"Maybe working at Las Nevadas, you know... I am still building there." He spoke after a while.

"Oh... ye you have right, but be careful next time." Y/N suggested and started to work on cut carefuly. Starting on cleaning, then gently bandaged it.

"Thank you." Big Q said after seeing the results.

"No problem, just don't walk around with untreated wound." Y/N giggled softly.

He stood up and moved his eyes on windows. Black clouds didn't go away, even became worse.

"I will go now, weather is getting worse, I want to be in home before storm." Big Q said with soft smile.

"Of course, see you next time."

After he left, big storm came, darkness fell upon the Smp, rain and wind were too strong, for coming outside. Y/N decieded to take a chance and nap. She baked some cookies and sit down on a couch with another book, which Phil borrowed her. Only the torches gave light, sometimes thunderbolt stroke and filled room with unatural blue light. Drops hit hardly, making loud sounds, but Y/N was too much into a book. Two hours has passed and slowly night was coming. She moved eyes to meet clock, yep that was supper time, put the book away and up, Gods thr storm didn't let go. Y/N watched for a while outside, then go to kitched. She grabbed blanket and wrapped it around her posture, damn there were cold.

Again feeling of being watched kicked in. She was alone at home, that was sure thing. Outside was deep dark and behind the windows was the wall of the water. Y/N bite her lip and shook head, it was just her imagination, a feeling which stayed for no reason after putting Dream into Pandora's Vault. She took an kettle and suddenly was seeing something in the corner of the eye, something red and unusual in the spine forest. Her figure frozen when she moved back eyes. Deep in the dark, around sprouce trees in the line of forest, Y/N spotted pair of shinning, red eyes, high above the ground. They were locked at her figure.

'This has to be spider... or something else...'

Right after this thought, ceature turned back and disappeard in the darkness, cold shiver went down at Y/N spine. What was that? And why it was here? At least she was safe in home...

}*{

'More.' 'Training is boring, let's find someone to fight.' 'We demand blood.'

Technoblade sighed and stopped, voices today were very, very loud. That was why he decided to train, but during it, they became even worse. He hid sword and walked into home. Phil wasn't here today, he had to do something, but didn't bother to tell him what it was. Blade went back to home by his old path through the forest. His training place was near the cottage, but still hidden from common people. All members of Syndicate knew where it was. First of all he need to take shower. When cold water touched his skin, he felt like even his bloodlust became less, quiet hiss left his lips. He earned some chafings this week. Next, he changed his clothes to common and made a cup of tea, then sit in the kitchen. Immediately his thoughts went to Y/N.

Somehow voices were acting diffrent around her and he even found himself acting that way. They were focused around Y/N and he was more calm, like just her pressence was comforting him. Technoblade remembered their first meeting, it was common day, when someone knocked on the door. He opened it and rose his eyebrows in surprise, outside was standing fragile woman, without any armor and only with trident on her back. They shared awkward eye contact, when suddenly she introduced herself as Y/N. Of course he saw her couple of times, but it wasn't officialy. Y/N has known who was he for sure, she swallowed hard and looked down with shyness. Phil yelled across the room, that she could come in. Ah yes... she loved to read books and his old friend was borrowing her them a lot. Technoblade again felt the spine and old papers smell, for him, it could stay here forever. After short visit, Y/N took books, gave back book of enchantment and left.

Techno's curiosity has increased, when he heard about her more. She was peaceful, friendly soul, completly opposite of him, maybe that was, why he felt so... diffrent around her and voices too. Piglin hybrid enjoyed watching her from the distance, in the shadows, but lately... lately it wasn't enough. Now he wanted to breathe at Y/N scent, holding her close and pressed soft kisses at forehead. He was under voices pressure so long and now his salvation was so close. But what would he make it? As longer he has thought of that, a diffrent ideas came to his head. She was delicate creature, he had to get plan at all. Techno knew almost everything about her: hobbies, traditions, friends and fighting skills. Phil told him a lot about enchanters, they could make enchanting books after years of studying and had magic talent sometimes. As they knew, Y/N could enchant books at any spell, so she had to studied a lot. Technoblade sighed and grabbed his cloak, time to keep an eye on few things.

'Let's not go quietly!' 'Let's go quiet as grave...' 'Blood for the Blood God!'

}*{

That was busy week, Y/N could only one time saw Foolish and Phil, but whole Smp seemed a little bit diffrent... luckily she was able to go on mining trip with Ranboo and Eret visited her with a couple of books, which were about Smp. Now was afternoon and sun slowly started to set, she was heading to her house, where waited for her snow fox, which she found in Snowchester. Cute, little ball of fur stole Y/N heart immediately. When she finally stepped inside, Snowflake - that how she named it, ran into her squeaking high.

"What happend my little one?" She knelt down and pet it's head.

Fox looked at her with big brown eyes and squeaked once more, then jump into her arms.

"Oh oh oh... are you afraid of something?" Y/N hugged Snowflake and looked around. Everything in home seemed normal, door was closed, in a field same, animals were quite nervous, but everything was good. She frowned and stepped inside, then put fox into basket with small blanket.

"I will bring you some berries, you will like it for sure." Y/N smiled gently.

Unfortunately, she didn't have any at this moment in home, Snowflake was there only for three days, so she couldn't make berries farm so fast, because she had to set up a space. Luckily, she lived around coniferous forest, so didn't even hesiatate, Y/N just grabbed backpack and went outside. Sun was lower in the sky, but still it was warm and brightly. Birds were humming quietly and around was quite quiet. Berries bush weren't so far, she founed some, but in order to make supplies, decided to find more, then plant them around the house. It would spared the time and work.

"Y/N." She heard deep, lazy voice and immediately turned at it's direction.

The Blade was standing under big sprouce tree with satisfied grinn on his lips. Eyes locked on Y/N figure, which completly froze at the sight of him. She have never been with him alone, in tundra always Phil or Ranboo were around, now it felt... strange and risky, she still remembered what happend to La'Manburg citizens.

"Technoblade." Y/N spoke softly, being careful to not crack her voice, despite building feeling of fear. She noticed, that piglin hybrid under his royal, crimson cloak was wearing armor, probably not his best one, but still enough to win fight. Part of hair made into bun, rest were freely in his back and shoulders. From his belt was hanging netherite sword and netherite axe was sticking out from behind. She spotted, that his weapons were a little covered in blood, same as his sleeves and parts of shirt. He was killing monsters right? Or just hunting? Uncomfortable, awkward silence reminded between them, only forest noises distrubed it from time to time.

Voices were too loud today, too agressive, too greedy, killing monsters and pillagers wasn't enough, Quackity has already tasted his steel, well he deserved that after showing up in Y/N home. He had so much fun with him, but after that he needed some rest, comfort and calm. That is why without even thinking too much Technoblade went straight to Y/N house. He hoped, that everything will change, that he finally will has some break from voices, violence and killing. Of course he liked his way to be... but yes sometimes, you have to make a nap.

"Are you wounded?" Y/N asked quietly breaking the silence. After all, if he needed help, she would help him, without hesitation.

Technoblade's grinn became more sinister, he put hand on sword hilt and slowly tilted his head on right side.

"This isn't my blood." He said without caring at all.

"Oh, that's good then..." Y/N whispered, but he could hear that.

Piglin hybrid studied her posture, she had only trident at her back, backpack in left hand, no armor, no more weapons. Poor little girl, that's not how you are going outside your home, she was literally unarmed in his eyes.

"So... what are you doing here? Alone? In the forest?" Technoblade asked and moved closer to her.

The way he spoke these words, made Y/N shiver inside, outside, she grabbed her backpack harder. Surely there was nothing to worry about, she has never done something wrong to him or Philza, she wasn't dangerous or wanted to has any power. Techno is probably just passing by. Suddenly he was so close, now she could for real see the height diffrence, for the gods sake, her head reached around his breastbone. Y/N looked up only to meet piglin hybrid's burning gaze.

"I... I was collecting berries for my snow fox. Something scared her, so I thought that she will calm down after getting some and I ran out of them..." she suttered and swallow hard.

"How sweet." Technoblade commented and his smile widened.

"So... you are just passing by?"

"Not really."

Sudden grip on her chin caught Y/N off guard. Technoblade forced her to look straight into his eyes. His face stiffened a little bit, she hissed quietly, when claws touched harder gentle skin. Then she realised... Blade's eyes were red and she heard, that it could glow in darkness. Her skin became pale and pupils widened. It was him, that time during a storm, he was watching her...

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked quietly, without any clue, what was going on.

'She is so innocent.' 'We love her scent.' 'Let her know.'

"I have something to tell you." He leaned and immediately her scent hit him harder, resisting to take deep breath wasn't that easy.

"What excatly?"

"I was watching you for a while Y/N. Belive me or not I found that interesting, because your pressence is calming for me, I can fall asleep while listening your voice and push away my violence behaviour, when you are around." He stroked her cheek by his thumb and smiled haughty. "I am always getting , what I want and I want that so badly, you can't even imagine."

Y/N shook head and made few steps back, leaving his grip, couldn't belive what she just heard. That's impossible.

"I don't know what to say... I can admit, that I had strange feeling of being watching but... I blamed the Egg..." She looked deep into his eyes, trying to put everything together. "What do you mean, you are always getting, what are you want? How am I suppose to understand that?"

"Listen sweetheart, we can do this in two diffrent ways: good or bad. If you choose first one, fine politely you will go with me. Second way? Well I can be very convincing, when I want to." Technoblade frowned.

None of this options was good for her. Y/N sighed and her shoulders dropped. She couldn't do anything literally...

"Come on princess. I can take care of you, I promise, you will be happy." He gave her his hand, but gripped sword hilt harder.

Y/N always avoided the conflicts and argues, never has started any, that was easier and better way to live. She could take care of her interests, powers anf friends by being supportive or neutral. Technoblade's behaviour made her shiver and feel sick, there was no guarantee that he will keep his words, even if it were sweet and promising. Y/N knew that fighting him was pointlees, he were ten thousand better than her, she didn't even have armor or second weapon. But surrender just like that? Without any resistance? She always was determinated, miss 'you can always find a way, solution'. Not a chance.

"I think I have better option, which lay in the middle." Y/N smiled gently.

"Well, tell me then." Technoblade rose his eyebrows with curiosity.

With one smooth move, she put backpack on and immediately started to run. The Blade's pupils widened, he burst out laughing.

"It will be funny."

She has known, that she needed to lose him in forest. Going to home wouldn't help, because door or gate couldn't stop Blood God. Lost him and then ran away from Smp, at least her current living location. Y/N realized that she couldn't even ask for help anyone. Probably Technoblade would come after her friends, helpers, so that was it. Y/N versus The Blade, she was on her own.

'How did she dare to run away from us?!' 'Chase her, catch her.' 'Faster, faster, faster!'

It seemed like running away from Tommy for fun, came in handy and long trips with Ranboo caused her to move fast through forest. Y/N nimbly jumped over obstacles and avoid rocks or roots. Her pace wasn't the fastes, but she could hold it for pretty long time. She wasn't thinking a lot, just tried to run away as far as she could.

'Don't look back, don't look back, it will make you slower.'

Hiding could be good idea, but not now. As long as he was close, she couldn't stop at all. Breaking through the forest was only hearing noise, soon, she heard her heavy breathing. Heading to unknown direction wasn't so wisely, but Y/N had no choice. After a few minutes, she stopped to catch breath. Around was sudden so quiet, cold shiver went down at her spine. Too quiet.

"Already tired?" Technoblade's voice surprised her from left side.

She turned head, just to see him leaning against the tree. In his right hand he held sword, didn't even look like he was running.

"You can't outrun me little one. A lot of people tried, now they are dead." He aimed sword at her. "We can end this farce here. I am not mad, honestly, you made me smile a little bit."

"You will have to catch me, if you want me going with you." Y/N said and then continue to run away.

"Oh I will princess, that's what predator does to the prey."

Y/N started to feel really tired, muscles aching, throat dry from gasping for air, hair dispelled and cheeks red. She ran for a while, but now had to stop. Technoblade immediately appeared in her field of vision. He was walking carefuly, but still looked intimidating.

"Don't come closer!" She released a cry.

Piglin hybrid stopped about eight meters away. He leaned sword against the ground and looked at her with curious gaze.

'Here she is, our reward.' 'Let's finally take her with us.' 'We like that sound.'

"I think, I just caught you." A little grinn appeared on his lips.

She looked straight into his eyes. Her gaze full of fear met a calm and determination. Y/N didn't even want to think what would happend, if he fulfilled his desires. Gods sake, she was free human being, none could take her freedom, she didn't ask for this. In an act of desperation, with the last of her strength, she used her powers. Feeling of warm through fingers and energy drained from her veins, but then burning light. In Technoblade's towards direction flew literally fireball, but he was too skilled for this. He made a dodge and looked at Y/N with mix of proud and shock. She dropped to her knees, struggling to stay conscious, despite the pain at her whole body and tired mind and unclear vision. Technoblade immediately was with her, he knelt down and support her, by putting arm around her waist. Y/N leaned back against his chest, fatigue prevailed over reason.

"Enough for today princess. You run out, if you will keep resisting." He whispered calmly.

"Please, please... please I don't want this, I want to go home." Her voice was cracking, tears strimming down at her cheeks.

"Hush darling, everything will be all right."

Technoblade's body radiated warm, his tone suddenly was so calming and sleepy. She wanted to close eyes so badly, but still fear was too big.

"You are safe, nothing can hurt you I promise."

After this words Y/N gave up and lost consciousness. Sun went down and shadows became longer and darker.

}*{

Phil careful closed the doors, then walked quietly down. Technoblade sat in kitchen with cup of hot tea, he immediately looked at his old friend, his eyes were worrying.

"Y/N is good, she lost consciousness, because was too tired. You said that, she used her powers."

"It was literally fireball, but I dodge that easy."

"Well, now we know about her powers at least... interesting, what you are going to do, when she wake up?" Phil asked and sat in opposite site.

"I know, that you are not glad about this, but I will figure this out. She won't cause any troubles." Techno's voice became deeper.

Winged man sighed and looked at his friend. He knew what he was going through, when voices became louder and demanded blood, each moment of silence or when they were quiet, Technoblade cherished and tried to make it worth. Phil couldn't be angry or mad for his friend about that deed, but... he was torn.

"Come on spit it out. I can see that you want to tell something important." Piglin hybrid said slowly.

"We were through a lot of shit, we know each other for almost ages and we blew up the nation for gods sake, kidnapping isn't the worst thing you have done, but..." Phil started and looked at Techno. "I wish you best and everything good, but I don't know how will I act around. Y/N has come to me for books, we were talking about stuff, I gave her cookies and tea. How will I explain, that I am supporting your decision? And I am always on your side." Phil said aloud his worries.

"I will give her time to get used to. After certain amount of time Y/N will understand." The Blade was lost in his thoughts.

He was so greatful of his friend statement, but still a little bit unsure. This case shloudn't affect on their relationship or Phil's life. Honestly Technoblade belived that his pressence will comfort Y/N at least, as he said they were close and enjoyed each other company.

"Someone will notice her disappering. What then? And Ranboo is visiting us a lot." Phil sighed a little.

"I've got this, trust me."

"I trust you with my own life." Winged man nodded.

}*{

Sunlight kissed her skin gently, when it showed up on window. Y/N felt softness under herself and on her back. Quiet sigh left her lips, when she opened eyes. In the room was very bright, but for sure it wasn't her room. Immediately cold shiver went down at her spine. Still weak, she tried to lift herself, because she was lying on stomach. Bed was big, with good beddings and pillows.

"Don't move, you are still weak." Technoblade's voice was soft, but loud.

Y/N bite her lip and then lifted head. He was standing near the bed and observing curiously, looking completly diffrent. White, linen shirt and high waisted, leather trousers, hair braided tighly. In this version he was... more open and accessible, not so scary.

"Where am I?" She asked slowly and rolled at her back with quiet hiss. Muscles still hurt and throat was dry.

"In my house, in tundra safe and..." He cut off, while noticed that Y/N is trying to get up. "What did I say?" He stepped closer and sat on bed.

She sat unsure on mattress, just to met Technoblade here, he gripped again her chin, as in the forest and forced her to look at him. This time it was more gently.

"Darling please..."

"You can't take my freedom!"

His eyes darkened immediately and Y/N regreted her words. She swallowed hard, when Blade looked deep into her eyes.

"Of course I can and I will, if you don't behave good. If you didn't notice, you aren't chained or tied, but pretty comfy in my bed." He said slowly with threat in his voice. "Think about it."

Technoblade released her and got up. She looked down thinking about situation, yes he didn't tied her, but still it wasn't good case. Y/N just wanted to be free, do stuff which she want and meet friends. Maybe Smp wasn't perfect, but still now it was her home, there were a lot of wars or argues, but she still had house and persons which she cared about and this was mutual, now everything was unsure.

"I am just afraid... " Y/N whispered quietly.

"As I said earlier you are safe here, you are safe with me. Nothing can hurt you." Techno grabbed bowl with soup and came back. "Here, eat, you need to recover."

"Thanks." She smiled weakly to him, took bowl and started to eat slowly.

'Good girl.' 'She will behave for sure.' 'We can teach her a lesson.'

Y/N was napping for the rest of the day, Technoblade gave her one of their books, so she wasn't bored. Probably tomorrow or next day she will stand up.

The sound of closing doors, caused her to closed book and put it away. Piglin smiled gently and took off his shirt suddenly. Y/N eyes became big.

"Wait wait wait..."

"Calm down princess, I am just going to sleep, nothing else." Technoblade smirked for her panic.

"So... where shloud I move?" Y/N asked looking around the room.

"Nowhere. You are staying here with me."

Immediately her cheeks went slighty red. She looked at him curiously. His pink skin seemed gentle from the distance, a lot of scars marked his chest and arms. Some of them little, some of them large, the biggest one was through both sides of chest. Technoblade released his hair and came closer. Y/N moved to make him some space. He laid down, she followed his steps but remain distance.

"Goodnight." She said and turned back from him.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

He blow up torches near the bed and silence fell upon them. Not even a five minutes passed, when Y/N felt sudden grip on her waist. She froze, Technoblade hugged her and pressed kiss on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Quiet whisper left her lips.

"Snuggling and cuddling." He whispered softly.

Y/N couldn't help, she giggled quietly. Techno took this as premission, her back touched his chest and second hand slowly stroked her hair.

Garrus Vakarian x f!Shepard: Crick

Hello friends and loved ones: I am dipping my toe into Shakarian fic. Haven’t quite decided yet how much to commit to writing this pairing in detail, so here’s a little oneshot set just after the Horizon mission in ME2. ~2400 words. (Tumblr only for now, but I’ll post on AO3 if I decide to write more.)

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Garrus sighed as he made his way to the main battery room. There was a stiff feeling in the left side of his neck and shoulder when he tilted his head, and he was annoyed by it. It was his own fault, really; he’d fallen asleep at his weapons modification table again last night and woken with this crick in his neck that wouldn’t go away.

It was one of those times when he really wished he could get a proper hammer massage. There was that one place on the Citadel that did real Palavenese massage, the good kind that you really felt vibrating all the way through your carapace into your bones, but Garrus wasn’t sure if Shepard would be ordering them back to the Citadel anytime soon.

It’s just a crick, he reminded himself. It could be so much worse. The fight they’d just gone through on Horizon had been… a tough one, to say the least. Any fight with an unfamiliar new enemy could be unnerving, but seeing that Harbinger thing jumping from body to body during the fight had almost been enough to make Garrus pause.

Almost, but not quite. Archangel never hesitated or missed his shot. 

He stepped into the main battery room and took a deep breath, then released it in a satisfied sigh. The air in here smelled like clean plastic and a hint of metal, and he savoured the relaxing smell just as he did every time he stepped into this room after a hard fight. 

He flicked on the monitors and cracked the joints in his fingers, then started his usual routine of checking the gun settings – a routine that was more for comfort now than necessity, if he was being totally honest. Cerberus might be a pack of crazies doing their twisted human experiments, but they sure made a mighty fine canon. 

He finished up his calibrating routine, and he was just about to move on to studying the Collector particle rifle that Shepard had salvaged when he heard the distinct beep-and-shunk of the door unlocking. A second later, the doors slid open, and Shepard stepped through. 

She nodded briskly. “Garrus. Just checking in. You doing okay after that fight?”

“I’m just fine, Shepard,” he assured her. “I was about to start looking at your new toy here, actually.”

“That’s great,” she said. “It looks like a powerful little piece of tech. Something we can turn to our advantage, you think?”

“I don’t doubt it,” he said. “There’s nothing I find more satisfying than using the enemy’s own weapons against them.”

A small smile crossed her face, just as he’d hoped it would. He hadn’t seen a smile on her face all day, not since the Collectors had gotten away with the population of Horizon’s colony. Kaidan’s angry lecture probably hadn’t helped things, either. 

She huffed and leaned an elbow on the weapons mod table. “That’s pretty bloodthirsty of you, Garrus.” 

“Bloodthirsty? Me? Never,” he said. “Thirsty for justice, on the other hand…”

She laughed — a husky rolling sound that always reminded him, for some reason, of brandy-filled chocolates. “What a line. Did your time on Omega inspire you to dip your toe into writing noir mystery novels?”

“What if it did?” he said playfully.

“Then I’d tell you stick to your dayjob,” she replied.

It was Garrus’s turn to chuckle. Shepard smiled at him once more, then straightened up and nodded at the particle rifle. “I know you just got started here, but I’m interested to see what you find. Mind if I watch you working for a while?”

“No problem,” he said. “Might ask you to throw up a barrier for your own protection, though. This thing doesn’t use conventional heat sinks. I’m not sure yet if it can even be fully turned off.”

She nodded and cast herself a barrier with a quick clench of her fist, and Garrus got to work studying the Collector rifle. He scanned it to build a schematic and explained the exploded view to Shepard, and she frowned thoughtfully and asked questions about the weapon’s uses and disadvantages, and all the while, as he often did, he wondered what she was really thinking. 

By any objective standards, it had been a bad day. They’d just watched most of a human colony get taken away by the Collectors. Her former lieutenant had accused her of crimes against her race right after a really tough fight, and when they’d boarded the Normandy once more, the Illusive Man had told her that he’d actually incited the Collectors to target Horizon. 

If Garrus was in Shepard’s place, he’d be vibrating with anger by now. But here she was, watching him dismantle a gun with the calmest look on her face. 

A solid half hour later, when he’d finished thoroughly surveying the rifle, he tapped his visor from its analysis mode back into its resting mode and looked at her. “I think that’s about all I’m going to do with this rifle for today. You need me for anything else?”

“Nothing else for now,” she said. “Thanks for the demonstration. I’ll talk to you later.” She stepped back toward the door. 

On a sudden whim, he opened his mouth. “Shepard, hang on a second.”

She turned back to him. “What is it?”

He hesitated. Now he was wondering if the question at the tip of his tongue was too personal. He and Shepard were friends, sure, but his question might touch a bit of a sore spot, given what had happened today. If Garrus knew anything about Shepard, it was that she wasn’t much of one for talking about her feelings when missions didn’t go as expected. Not that Garrus was a talky-feely sort of guy, either, but still… 

She raised her eyebrows expectantly, and he shook himself. He’d called her to turn around; he had no choice but to ask now. “Are you doing okay?” 

Her eyebrows rose higher. “Sorry?”

“This whole Collector business on Horizon,” he clarified. “I know it didn’t go down the way we wanted, and then with the Illusive Man being, you know… illusive.” He lifted his shoulders. “It can’t have been easy.”

Her blue-black eyes crinkled at the corners. “You worrying about me, Vakarian?” 

“A little, maybe,” he said. “You’ve only taken a dig at me once today.”

Another smile flashed across her face, but it was gone a second later, smoothed back into her usual businesslike expression. “I’m all right,” she said. “It’s a hit to have lost the colony, but we’ll save the next one. I’ll make sure of it.”

He nodded. “Seeing Kaidan was a bit of a shock, huh?”

She huffed and folded her arms. “It wasn’t ideal, but that’s the way it is. He’s got his mission, and we’ve got ours. We can’t lose our focus over personal feelings.”

Garrus nodded again. Everything she was saying was reasonable and true, and her calm attitude was envious, really. If Garrus was able to keep his calm like Shepard did… well, he’d tried to channel Shepard’s calm while he was on Omega, but it had only gotten him so far. Garrus had never known anyone, human or otherwise, who kept their cool all the time quite the way Shepard did. 

And yet, for some reason, he just… he wasn’t sure. Her manner struck him as a little bit off, somehow, like the feeling of the crick in his neck.

She lifted her eyebrows. “Anything else?”

“How do you do it?” he said bluntly.

She blinked. “Do what?”

“Keep it together all the time,” he said. “You never seem uncertain. You always seem to know what you’re doing, even if you can’t possibly know. I have to admit, I envy you,” he admitted. “How is it that you always manage to keep it together?”

She didn’t reply right away. Instead, she just stared at him without speaking, and Garrus started to feel a little awkward. It was hard to tell from the look on her face, but he thought that maybe she was… was she angry? Surprised? Bored, maybe? He couldn’t quite tell. Human expressions were usually easy to interpret, with their fleshy lips stretching and pouting and their eyebrows leaping up and down. But when Shepard was in her ‘commander’ mode, she could be so damned hard to read. 

She glanced at the closed door. Then, to his surprise, she walked over to him and sat in his chair. 

She raked her long black bangs back from her face and looked up at him. “You want to know my secret?” she said.

“Secret?” he said blankly. “To what?”

“To staying calm all the time,” she said. “Can I tell you my secret?”

“Um, sure,” he said. 

She leaned toward him, and he instinctively stooped down a bit to hear her better — a good thing that he did, since her voice was low and conspiratorial when she spoke. 

“I cry in the shower,” she said.

His guts twisted in a funny way. “What?”

She leaned back in his chair. “I cry in the shower,” she said. “When something really fucked up happens, I get in the shower at the end of the day and I cry like hell.”

He stared at her wordlessly. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected her to say, but it wasn’t this. 

A little smile curled the corners of her lips. “What’s wrong? Not the answer you were hoping to hear?”

“It’s — it’s not that,” he said. “I’m just, uh, surprised. You cry in the shower?”

“Yep,” she said. “Not bullshitting you, I promise. This is not a bet with Joker or anything like that.”

He tried to gather his wits. “So… what, you cry in the shower, and then you just… get back to being Commander Malin Shepard, saviour of the Citadel and resident Reaper conspiracist?”

She chuckled. “Exactly. It’s like a purge. Works perfectly every time.”

He nodded slowly, feeling like he needed some time to process this, and Shepard huffed and punched his arm in a friendly manner.  “Not so impressed with me anymore, huh?”

That wasn’t the problem. It wasn’t that he was unimpressed. But now he was actually worried about her. In all the time Garrus had known her, he had never once imagined her crying about anything. If what she was telling him was true, though…

Hang on. How often did she cry in the shower, exactly? No, he couldn’t ask that — it would definitely be overstepping. 

He scrambled to find a clever reply. “It’s not that,” he said. “Actually, I’m jealous.”

She laughed. “Jealous? Why?” Then her eyebrows rose. “Wait, can turians cry?”

“Sure,” Garrus said. “But we don’t do it often.”

“Is it hard for you to cry?” she asked.

“Well, the turian military doesn’t exactly encourage you to curl up in the corner for a little weeping time,” he said dryly.

She snorted. “Not what I meant. I was more wondering if, uh, since you have deep eye sockets, maybe your tears collect in there somewhere…?”

He flared his mandibles in amusement. “Tears don’t collect in a little reservoir under our eyes or something, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he drawled. “But yeah, we can cry. It just doesn’t happen much. Which leads me to the jealousy,” he added. “You get to sit in your shower crying whenever you feel like it? Forget the private cabin: that’s the real luxury of being the commander.”

She laughed again, more heartily this time, and the husky warmth of her laughter was such that Garrus could almost taste the sweet bite of brandy and bittersweet chocolate. “Well, if you ever want to try it sometime, let me know.”

“Try what?” he said. “Crying in the shower?”

“Yep,” she said. “You can borrow my private shower instead of using the shared showers down here, if you want. The walls are soundproof, so nobody can hear you wailing.”

For a split second, an image flashed across his mind: Shepard’s private shower. No, not just Shepard’s private shower: Shepard’s private shower, with Shepard in it. Shepard naked in the shower — what did her body look like under those clothes, he wondered? — and he, Garrus, joining her in the shower —

Wait. Wait a second. Why was he thinking about that? He shouldn’t be thinking about that. It was Shepard, for crying out loud: his friend and his CO. Who did he think he was, to imagine his human female CO naked in the shower? 

He scrambled to get his thoughts back on track. “I’ll, uh, let you know,” he said. “Might have to train my eyes how to cry, it’s been so long.”

She smirked. “Nice try, Vakarian. Something tells me you’re not quite that heartless.”

He chuckled — a little weakly, to be truthful, but Shepard didn’t seem to notice; she was rising from his chair with a smile. “Well, I should go. I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” he echoed, and he watched her surreptitiously as she left the room. Once she was gone, he sat in his chair and closed his eyes. 

Crying in the shower… he honestly wouldn’t have guessed it. He’d expected her to give him some kind of encouraging advice or bolstering words of wisdom, like the sorts of things she said to the team before they set off on a mission. But somehow, hearing her say she cried in the shower was… interesting. It made him think about her in a different way. He was worried for sure, but also… comforted, somehow, to know that even Shepard got overwhelmed enough to cry. It seemed that under all that heavy N7 armour, she really was a regular person, too. 

Under all that heavy N7 armour… A flash of a thought projected itself on his closed eyelids: Shepard stripping off her armour, her slender human fingers raking her sweat-dampened bangs back from her face, the small bare patch at the nape of her neck where her short spiky hair faded into light golden-brown skin… 

He snapped open his eyes. Was he drifting off? He must be more tired than he thought. No other reason that he’d keep thinking about Shepard like this. 

He rose from his chair and rolled his shoulders, then clicked in his mandibles in annoyance as the crick in his neck announced itself once more. “Really could use a damned massage,” he muttered. Well, he’d just have to suck it up and wait until they got back to the Citadel.

In the meantime, he’d just have to cope with the strange nagging feeling of the crick in his neck.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖊𝖆 // 𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

After liking your Captain for so long--you finally decide it’s time to confess. // SOFT ONESHOT

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: ~1.1K

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: neutral ! :)

a/n -- if this does well I might make a few more chapters about before, during, and after the expedition.....with some ✨ angst ✨

You sucked in a breath—slightly nervous, heart beating quick. 

Today was the day you were going to confess, and more specifically, you were going to confess to your Captain.

You were fairly certain that he shared the same feelings as you based on his actions. In the past few months you shared with him, he was fairly talkative, and often searching for you when separated; the reason you knew that, was because your comrades would tell you—all the time about how the Captain would ask where you were when you were gone. Additionally, he had promoted you to his squad, which you weren’t complaining about, but you definitely did not feel like you deserved the position; you performed averagely, if not slightly above average, but nowhere near any of the top-rankers; you blended in well. 

Knocking on his door, you quickly asserted yourself, fixing your posture; confidence was key.

“Captain Levi? It’s Cadet Y/N.”

The moment your name slipped your lips, the door was practically thrown open.

“Come in.” 

You walked in, placing a cup of tea down on his desk; it had become a daily ritual for you to bring and share tea together during lunch.

Levi brought a chair over, the one he kept in his office just for you, placing it opposite his.

“Do you want hand sanitizer?” He questioned, opening his drawer to get it out—he was going to make you put it on anyway, even if you said no.

You nodded your head okay, and accepted it, rubbing it into your skin—and for some odd reason, Levi watched carefully.

You said nothing, simply looking at him. Once his eyes met yours, realizing you noticed his staring, he diverted his gaze, coughed, and tilted his head downwards in an attempt to hide his newly reddened cheeks.

“I made your tea how you like it,” you said in an attempt to clear the awkwardness that surrounded you two.

“You didn’t fill it with that shit—did you?” He asked, trying to crack a joke. His only downfall when it came to being funny was his tone of voice—his aura always came off as eery and critical.

“Taste it and see,” you laughed, sipping from your own cup. You filled yours to the brim with sugar—it tasted better that way, although, Levi would never agree.

What you shared in common, though, was that black tea was the best—especially when it was strong as hell. It was mainly why Levi preferred it when you boiled it, although, the fact that it was you making it was a bonus.

“The next expedition was planned,” your captain informed you. 

“I heard,” you said, placing your mug down. “It’s next week.”

He nodded his head, organizing the papers on his desk. Usually, when you visited him, he was busy. Normally, he would kick people out since it was distracting—but when it came to you, he let you stay. He was calmer when he knew you were near him, safe.

“I need to tell you something.” You stated, making sure to adjust your hair and posture before sucking in a breath for courage. 

“Hmm?” He hummed, eager. He liked being needed by you—and you picked up on that quite early after your friendship started.

You blinked—slightly unsure how to word it. At this point, you didn’t want to mess it up, but you were so, so tired of not admitting your feelings—you just wanted them out.

“I like you.” 

Levi froze, which you expected, his whole face and tip of his ears changing from pale to blossom pink.

“Huh?” He mumbled, making timid eye contact with you; he was nervous, but still wanting to see if you were serious.

“Yeah, I like you.” You breathed, starting to blush yourself; seeing his reaction made you more flustered than you wanted to admit.

“I, hold on,” he stuttered, placing his papers down quickly, and balling his fists—that were now placed on the desk. 

“Captain?” You said, starting to get anxious. What if you had misinterpreted his feelings all this time?

“I’ll....I’ll be back,” he quickly mumbled, standing up from his seat. “I’m gonna take a shit.” 

You watched as he left the room—awkwardly stammering out, face still bright red.

Placing your face in your hands, you whispered to yourself, “what the fuck?” You were beyond confused, and even a little offended. 

Sighing, you grumbled and rose from your chair; you were beyond disappointed, a slight ache of disbelief and embarrassment pulling at your heart. 

You began to walk out of the room—assuming that he didn’t accept your feelings. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome; it was better to give him time and take the hint that him leaving the room meant he felt uncomfortable around you.

As you were trying to cheer yourself up, holding onto your facade that was keeping you from bawling like a bitch in the public hall—you heard quick footsteps, just before a figure crashed into you, arms wrapping around you and a head nuzzling into your neck. 

“Man, what the fuck—“ you breathed, starting to tear up; you were processing rejection, in a fragile state, too overwhelmed to deal with what was happening. 

You felt the man deftly and roughly press an envelope into your chest—all while continuing to burry himself into your shoulder; raven black hair tickling your collarbone through your thin, collared shirt.

“Read it.” He stated, unmoving.

And that’s when you realized, removing the man’s arms off you—turning to face him.

“Captain?” 

He didn’t look at you—he looked anywhere else, 

“Call me Levi,” he paused. “and open the damn note.”

You softly took it from him, confusedly prying it open. What was inside—was a piece of paper, with large, bold, un-neat writing, that said: “I like you two”

You laughed and looked up at him. He shyly met your gaze, slightly offended by you laughing at his letter.

“What?” The man breathed.

“You used the wrong too,” you chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder.

His face grew even brighter in color—and he defensively crossed his arms. “Shut the hell up.” 

You calmed yourself, relief flooding over you—you were so glad it was all just a misunderstanding.

“Can I hug you?”

Levi twitched, saying nothing. Instead, he slowly uncrossed his arms and waited for you to move—signaling he was okay with it.

You embraced him, pressing yourself into his awkward posture, slowly wrapping himself around you—unsure where to place his hands. 

You took one last laugh before thinking about what just happened—and then opened your mouth to speak.

“I’m glad you didn’t actually ditch me for a shit.”

Desire. The word of many meanings. Lust? Money? People desire what they can not have. You? You desired power. The power to hurt those who had wronged you. San? He desired to have you and if offering you your desire would get him that then he was going to give it.

>>Pairing: Choi San (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | demon!san x power hungry!reader

>>Word Count: 3.6k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Demonic themes, yandere themes, bondage, branding, biting, blood play, choking, cockwarming, corruption, creampie, degrading, fingering, marking, murder (graphic), oral (receiving), overstimulation, size kink, slapping, and spitting/saliva

“Do it”.

The voice rang in your head as it always did. It was similar to a little devil on your shoulder. Someone telling you to do the worst you could do.

“Come on, sweetheart. You know you want to”.

You closed your eyes, the gun shaking in your grip. You had nothing against this person but the voice in your head knew how much you enjoyed the thrill.

The thrill of pulling the trigger.

The thrill of having the power to do so and end someone else’s life.

“We had a deal, baby. Each kill I help you with in your favor will result in one kill for me. Kill him”.

Your finger felt controlled, a silent pull to just come forward a little. Just enough to send a bullet into the man’s chest.

He looked at you with such pleading eyes, coated in the finest ocean blue that could have any other woman in his hands.

Not you.

You were in love with the voice in your head.

A voice you couldn’t explain. A voice that offered you power in exchange for completing their dirty work.

Finally, you let yourself fall to the desire and pulled the trigger, a bullet flying into the man’s heart.

“Good girl”.

It was a raspy voice, one full of authority and mischief. You knew the voice better than you knew your own family’s.

A wave of relief overcame you when the voice went quiet. You looked at the man in front of you and wondered what he could have done to have been so worthy of death.

The gun was placed back into your pocket once the safety was on and you simply walked out of the place. You couldn’t dwell on what you had done. It was all worth it in the end.

Miraculously, the deal between yourself and the voice was true and, as you killed upon their request, you gained more power. More reputation and strength.

There was odd downsides to this deal, however. Like the dreams that occurred every night.

Dreams about the same man that left you wanting so much more when you woke up.

“Oh, it’s you again”, your voice seemed to echo in your own bedroom as you looked at the familiar... creature.

“Who else would be here?”, there it was. The same voice that appeared in your head throughout the day.

You felt witless. He was right. No other thing or person visited the realm of your dreams as often as he did.

“You did well today”, was all he muttered when you remained silent. All you could do was stare at him as he walked closer.

His wings were a masterpiece on their own, a marvelous display of black. It was a beautiful way of showing he was rather symbolic of darkness.

His eyes glowed a blood red as they looked into your’s, his pupils blown out due to his hunger. You winced as his fingers gripped your jaw, tilting your face to examine you as if he was deciding if you were worthy of another night with him.

“You still won’t tell me what or who you are”, the creature chuckled, a sound so unfitting for him.

“You’ll find out soon”, and he was gone.

Another unspoken rule of the deal between you and the creature was isolation. You were not permitted to speak to others.

That much was clear when one of your co-workers was found drained of blood, a horrific sight to anyone but you. You had seen it before and that’s when you realized you were literally in a deal with a devil.

So, you avoided others in hopes that the little devil on your shoulder would keep quiet. No one would get hurt that way.

You were wrong. Horribly wrong.

You hadn’t realized but people slowly disappeared when they were around you. Just because the little devil wanted you all to himself.

“Y/n, come here. I need your help”, your boss ordered you and you felt an itch within you. An itch and desire for that control you were used to.

Reluctantly, you walked over and picked up the heavy box.

What is this guy moving? Rocks?

“Where to?”, your soft voice asked politely, sucking up to the man that could potentially give you more wealth than you could imagine.

“My office obviously”, his tone was cold as it always was and you nibbled your bottom lip in annoyance. You turned around, about to make your way out of the meeting room and to his office when you heard his screams.

Your head whirled around to see him on the floor, his finger pointing in sheer horror at something across the room. The door slammed behind you and your eyes finally found what he was screaming about.

“Hello baby”, there he was in all his unholy glory. The same man inside your head and your dreams.

“I figured I’d take care of your little problem here”, you shook your head, either from shock, fear, or denial. You couldn’t tell which.

“N-no you don’t have to”, the creature laughed at that and with a wave of his hand, the boss’s throat was slit. He quickly bled out and his body fell in a heap on the floor.

“I didn’t ask”, his smile was insincere, a warning to watch your mouth. You noticed it and shut up, noticing how his wings were not as perfect as they had been previously in your dreams.

The bone seeming to hold them together to his back was unnaturally bent, looking horrendous and painful. The feathers surrounding those areas were anything but perfect. Yet, he seemed effortlessly attractive.

“What do you want?”, your voice came out small and weak, a contrast to the usual powerful voice that came from your body. It was obvious the creature could take away your power just as he had given it to you.

“Surely you remember why I’m even here to begin with, little one”, the nickname shocked you as the memory resurfaced once again.

The shovel was cold in your grip, causing a bone chilling spark to run down your spine as you covered up the box. It was the standard recipe.

The bones of a dead black cat, a photograph of yourself, and graveyard dirt. All compacted in the small box now buried deep in the center of the crossroads.

You were younger at the time by a few years, a little more gullible. A little more desperate.

As the blood moon rose, you could feel the presence of someone else in the area. Well, more like something else.

The red light shun on him gracefully as he sat on the hood of your car, not caring how dinted it could become. Your eyes trailed down his body, engulfing any feature you could take in to remember him by.

At the time, his hair was a light brown and his eyes were not that blood red you had grown used to. They were a warm brown. They were so welcoming.

“Are you the devil?”, you wanted to keep your distance from him, but it felt like an invisible string was pulling you right to him. Your body soon stood in front of his own, barely away from being considered between his legs.

“No, little one. Just something awfully close. Now, what are you selling your soul for?”, the demon expected many things. Things he had heard so many times before. Money, love, saving, etc.

What he didn’t expect you to say was that you needed a way to get revenge on the murderer of your mother.

“What? You don’t strike me as the revenge type”, his infamous chuckle came after the words and you huffed. You hated being considered too weak or kind. People already played around with you for that reason.

“Are you going to help me or not?”, your hand found solace on your hip as you waited for his response. He hummed as if in deep thought before tilting his head in a teasing manner.

“Depends. What do I get in return?”, you noticed how his gaze had lingered on your hand, watching how it softly kneaded the flesh there.

“Keep our options open? You can have my soul or whatever you want whenever you want. I just want that man in the ground by the end of the week”, he didn’t expect the hint of sass in your tone but he loved it.

“I’ll need to put that in writing darling, but you have a deal”.

“Why did I not remember you before?”, you were sure you had never had that memory before now. The demon only smirked before walking towards you, his hands holding your waist. He rubbed them up and down as if he was memorizing every curve.

“I couldn’t have you running off. Besides, it was so precious to watch you think you had killed that man. You seemed so... proud”, he bit his lip, admiring you.

“It’s been you, hasn’t it? The voice?”, the demon nodded and took your jaw in his hold, tilting it every which way as if he was deciding to auction you or not.

“Yes. Your power comes from me and I think I’ve finally decided what I’ll be requesting for your end of the deal”, a thick lump formed in your throat, hoping that this wasn’t going to be your last day on Earth.

“You have been doing my dirty work for years now. No one is more fit to be my prophet than you. I want you to be mine. My little prophet”, your eyebrows furrowed as his words processed in your head.

“Prophet? For what?”, you had to sit down, walking over the body on the floor still and sitting on the desk.

“To be the next crossroad demon. Imagine it, baby. All the power you have now will be tripled, you’ll be immortal, and we’ll be together forever. I can tell you desire nothing more than power”, you found yourself nodding before you could even register any consequences. He had you at the power being tripled.

“How insatiable”, the demon tapped his fingers against the desk as he hovered over you, “if I didn’t know better than I’d consider you a deadly sin. I think you’re more greedy than actual greed is” before you could argue his lips were pressed against your own in a feverous manner. It filled your body with warmth from the tips of your toes to the very top of your head.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him back, feeling how his body got impossibly closer. You moaned into his mouth when you felt his crotch rub against your own.

“Unless you’re even crazier than I thought, let’s do this somewhere there isn’t a dead body”, he laughed once he pulled away, your eyes going to the forgotten body on the floor. Your cheeks went red as the demon picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

His wings wrapped around your body, encasing you in a makeshift shield as black smoke surrounded you both. His wings opened up to reveal your bedroom and you realized something as your back landed on the soft mattress.

“Wait- what’s your name?”, contrary to popular myths, demons had no trouble sharing their names. He had just simply forgotten.

“San”, his lips latched onto your neck, sucking and biting the skin there as if you already belonged to him.

“San”, you repeated, testing the name and a rumble came from the demon’s chest. It was so similar to a growl that you had to look around the room to make sure no animals were there.

“Fuck, say it again”, his hands gripped the thin fabric of your shirt but he waited.

“San. Please”, there was a hint of desperation in your voice and it was something San had never heard from you. It made his eyes go blood red for a moment.

“Are you sure you want this? It will change everything”, you stared into his eyes and, for once, there wasn’t any fear in you. They were warm as they stared back at you, a sure fire way of San telling you he would never betray you.

“I’m sure. Let’s be powerful together”, you nodded and the demon smiled, ripping the fabric of your shirt apart like it was just some dusty old rag. Your hands held onto his suit and then you remembered something.

“Can I see them?”, San stopped to ponder what you meant. That’s when you lowered your hands to the small of his back, your hands gliding over the cuts on his back. That’s when he knew what you wanted.

“I didn’t think humans liked them”, he chuckled as he took off his own shirt, his wings springing out soon after. He kept them tucked towards him to avoid hitting anything on your end tables and all you could do was admire them as you laid there.

“I love them. So beautiful”, your fingers gently stroked them, trailing along the curve of the bone as if to memorize the feeling of them under your touch.

San nodded with a sincere smile, one you had yet to see. It took you off guard but you loved it. San pulled up your skirt and groaned when he saw how wet your panties had become. They were stuck to your folds, showing everything to him.

“You’re so wet, baby”, you whimpered when he trailed his finger up your folds and back down again. He simply pulled the panties to the side and you gasped when you felt his spit coat your opening. He then plunged it into you with his tongue, thrusting it inside of you and swirling his tongue to cut your walls with his saliva.

That’s when he realized you were already clenching around him in absolute sensitivity and pleasure. He looked up at you as he slowly pulled his tongue out, watching how your eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”, you flushed red from the question no matter how simple it sounded. San already knew the answer but he still wanted to hear it from you.

“Yeah, I am”, you sit up a little on your elbows, expecting the demon to stop. However, all he did was smirk and thrust his tongue back inside of you, causing your head to fall back. He swirled his tongue, searching for that certain spot inside of you that even you had never found before.

His fingers pinched and rubbed at your clit as he prepped you, causing your sweet moans to fill the room. The only thing San could think about was how badly he wanted to ruin you.

Eventually, he felt you were ready and he replaced his tongue with his fingers, scissoring you open. Then, he hit it. That special spot deep inside of you with his middle finger.

“Right there! Please”, you had never felt so good and your back arched as San kept hitting that spot with his fingers over and over like clock work.

You clenched around his fingers and he kept his pace steady as you came all over his fingers, coating them with your juices. He had you ride out your high and watched as you shook from the stimulation, barely holding onto his humanity.

He took his fingers out and you whined, feeling so hopelessly empty without them there. San licked one of his fingers, humming from how sweet you tasted. Then, he had another finger in front of your mouth.

You opened your mouth and he put the digit inside, your lips closing around it as you sucked on it to taste yourself. You did taste perfectly sweet.

“Sorry sweetheart, I can’t wait any longer”, you gulped when you saw something inside the demon snap. His hands quickly pulled his belt off and he tied your wrists together with them, attached to the bedpost.

You were too in awe from the sight of his cock to even care about the rough leather rubbing against your skin, his tip red and angry, coated in pre-cum. You wondered how it would even fit.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be just fine”, before you could even wonder what he meant by that, his lips were on your’s as he lined himself up with your pussy. He slowly pushed in and you began to fill the pain until... you didn’t anymore.

It was as if the kiss was enough to blur your nerves and, before you knew it, San was all the way inside of you. The sight of his bulge was prominent in your stomach and, when he pulled away from the kiss, you could feel the tip brush against your cervix.

Your feelings rushed back in and you felt the stretch but it was no longer painful, your cunt used to being stuffed now. As he realized you were fine, San slowly started moving, groaning as your walls hugged his dick. You were so small in comparison to him and it felt perfect. You felt perfect.

Restraint inside of the demon slowly disappeared as he pounded into you, his hips snapping against your’s. His hand wrapped tightly around your throat when you got louder, squeezing it to cut off the air going to your lungs a little. Your eyes rolled back from all the pleasure and stimulation.

“Such a pretty whore. You feel so good”, San chuckled darkly, licking his lips as he looked down at you. Your breasts bounced from the force and he watched them, almost mesmerized by the movement as his tip continuously rammed into your g-spot.

You winced when San slapped you, a red hand imprinted on your skin. The sting only seemed to add to the pleasure and he noticed, deciding to slap your clit just as hard.

“Fuck! San!”, your breathing got caught in your throat as he continued to slap it, hitting the nerve over and over to watch your reaction. You clenched around him again as you began to feel overstimulated, the knot in your stomach releasing all over his cock.

San followed soon after, filling you up so much that you could see the bulge stay in your stomach even when he had pulled out. Your heavy breathing was all you were able to let out as San undid the belt.

You expected for it to be over but the demon simply gripped your hips and spread your legs to straddle his lap. You could feel his hard cock rubbing against your pussy lips and a rush of arousal went to your core again, his cum covering your thighs as it leaked out of you.

“It’s not over baby. I wanted to really look at you when I mark you”, your eyes went a little wide when San moved your hips to grind against his erection.

“Mark? What does that mean?”, San just shushed you and gave you his mischievous smile.

“You’ll see”, you were too needy to even care as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, feeling for the first time how it truly stretched you out. San gripped the back of your head and pressed his forehead against your’s in an attempt to distract you from any pain.

“Ride me and you’ll be all mine”, his words made you roll your hips faster even if you already knew you were putty in his hands. You were already his and have been. He made sure of that.

Soon, you began to get tired and San smiled, gripping your hips to keep you moving. He didn’t seem angry but you could tell his impatience was coming through.

“Useless whore. You can’t even ride a dick properly”, you looked down in embarrassment from his words. It was the only time you enjoyed not having control, when San had it.

The demon took control and thrusted up into you, controlling your movements to meet his own. The new position made your mouth hang open in a silent scream, your body too overwhelmed with pleasure to even let out sounds.

Even without words, San knew you were close with how your nails dug into his shoulders and your little cunt clenched around him. As you both approached your orgasms he nuzzled his face between your neck and shoulder.

You came together and he bit you, causing a scream to erupt from your body. Your body thrashed against him but he held you still as he slowly pulled his teeth out.

The bite slowly healed to reveal a distinct ‘S’ marked into your skin. San smiled and watched as the blood from the wound went down your body and stopped at the curve of your breast.

“Good girl. Finally being put to use”, the demon leaned his face down and licked up the blood from your breast to the mark on your shoulder, sending pleasant shivers up your body.

He was still buried inside of you as he maneuvered you both to lay down, spooning you to keep you warm.

“Now you’re all mine. Remember that. Or this deal may not last”, you could tell the end was meant as a threat. You belonged to San and that was that.

“I’m all your’s”, you nodded and closed your eyes, trying to calm your body.

“That’s right. Forever”.

“Even in-“, you were cut off when he pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

“Even in hell. Then it will be...”, he hummed as he thought.

“Infernal desire”.

Hey heyy, have you thought about writing another common trope headcanon / oneshot with the MysMe guys?

Because the “only one bed” was extremely good!!

Even if you decide not to do it, just know that your blog and your talent amazes me<3

a/n: Did you even have to ask??? OF COURSE IF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME LOL thank you gorgeous <3 I decided to try putting it in a fanfic (one shot unless requested) format since it's definitely quite long and making a mini-series featuring those you request for me to include in my next fic or a pt2! :) also this is a slow burn and is quite spicy <3 Also, I did my best not to make it like the whole share the room thingy again!! ***I’m not fluent in French pls don’t @ me

Length: 6k lol 

A Series of Unfortunate Events Fake Dating - Jumin Han 

A sudden message beep surprised you, causing you to look down at your phone. It was a text message from Jumin: Call me.  Immediately suspecting the worst, you quickly pressed his contact, the number dialing in seconds. There was a few seconds that ran by before the other end answered with a curt, "Y/n."  "Jumin, hey, is something wrong?", you asked, worriedly.  "Everything is perfectly fine. I was calling to ask you a favor -- feel free to decline." Jumin never asked for favors, or your help in general.. you knew whatever it was you were determined to assist him in the best way possible. "Of course, Jumin! Anything."  There was silence for a moment as if he was contemplating whether or not it this favor was truly worth asking before he spoke, "Please decline if you are unable to but... I was wondering if you'd be willing to indulge my father. He's insisted that I bring you with me to our business closure."  "Jumin", you began, "I'd be honored. I'd love to!"  On the other line, there was a sigh of relief (or of worry, you weren't sure). "Mr. Kim will be at your apartment to pick you up tomorrow. The meeting is taking place in Monoco -- pack for a ten-day trip" There was a pause before Jumin breathed out a quiet, "Thank you."  You couldn't hold back your smile, thankful that the conversation was over the phone, making it impossible for him to see your dopey expression. He hung up, leaving you to pack. Your mind quickly wandered from what you needed in your suitcase to worrisome waters.  You and Jumin had a very deep friendship following the party you’d thrown, spending the time following the ginormous celebration to get to know each other. It warmed your heart that your newfound friend took so much joy in being with you -- even when he tried not to show it. You lost track of the number of times you ended up sleeping over at his penthouse after accidentally staying up until 4am talking with him, swishing expensive wine in your mouths.  You didn’t expect falling in love to come so easily. You were someone who was quite choosey with your partners -- you weren’t one to fall easily for anyone. Even in your past relationships that sometimes lasted years, you’d never felt the way your heart felt now that you were with him. And yet, you were best friends. You were sure you meant something to him in so far as friendship, but you had respected him when he’d gotten drunk one of the first nights he met you and spouted out his heart to you.. 

-  “Y/n, to tell you the truth.... I’ve never fallen in love before.” He gazed up at you lackadaisically from his position on the sofa -- head rested over the top of the sofa cushion, his arm lazily resting under his chin. He started at you for a moment, his gray eyes gazing into your own with a hazy, absent feeling in them.  You laughed, “I find that hard to believe.” You walked over to him, absent-mindedly running your fingers through his tousled hair. He let out a long, uncharacteristic sigh, his eyes closing gently.  You leaned in close to him, looking him in the eye. “Can I tell you something, too?” He nodded. “I haven’t either.”  -  You grinned at the memory. You firmly believed that conversation was what brought you and him together closer than ever before. He’d always found an excuse to call you over for the silliest of reasons. Either he needed a certain form that he was positive he accidentally slipped into your bag on accident and needed to see it first-hand to check, or he realized he’d bought more wine than was necessary for a night alone.  It made you smile for months that he couldn’t get out the words “I miss you” or “I want you to come over”. Even to you, the words sounded intimate.. but that was the way your relationship worked -- you were very close with each other, as two best friends ought to be.  Still, as much as you tried, you couldn’t control the way your heart began to constrict when he got especially close to you. You couldn’t help it when you’d shiver when he gently brushed cat fur away from your cheek. You were shocked that despite his perceptive personality, he didn’t seem to notice or acknowledge your deep blush during these interactions... maybe he was uncomfortable with them.... you hoped not.  There were times the air was knocked out of you. Literally. Once, you weren’t paying attention to the fact that the sidewalk had ended and you were walking straight into oncoming cars coming off the highway when a muscular arm slid around your waist and pressed your body flush to his own. You stared with eyes wide open at Jumin, who comically seemed equally surprised at his actions. You couldn’t help the way your eyes trickled down to his sultry lips, taking in their beautiful red-wine color, blooming like dark roses. Thankfully, he seemed too preoccupied with your current state of mind and physical wellbeing. When you finally managed to get your mind out of the gutter, you thanked him profusely, grabbing his hands impulsively and begging to reward him in some way. His answer surprised you, “I--uh-- a movie. I’d like to do more research watching one of those movies you enjoy watching.. for business sales and such.”  “Sure!! I can recommend anything! I’ll drop the email by your office tomorrow” you answered.  A panicked expression took over his face for a moment before returning to its familiar stoicism, “You won’t watch it also?” Your eyes widened in confusion before you answered hurriedly, “Oh! Yeah, I’ll watch it with you. I just wouldn’t want to bother you if you were doing it for work purposes.”  You could never bother me you thought you heard him say, but you couldn’t be sure.  Yep, you were in love with Jumin.  When you at last finished packing, you went to bed, looking forward to the mystery that befell tomorrow.  -  You rose bright and early to prepare for the exciting trip that was bound to come. You couldn’t help the extra bit of effort you ended up putting into your appearance in anticipation of seeing Jumin again and.. possibly sitting next to him on an aircraft.  Right on time, you received a text message from Mr. Kim, indicating that he had arrived at your apartment right on time. As you opened your apartment door to carry your luggage downstairs, you were met with numerous familiar faces of Jumin’s employees who quickly took your heavy luggage items for you. You thanked them, making your way to the elevator with them.  You texted Jumin: Thanks for the help with my luggage :)  In a matter of seconds, you received a reply, Jumin: You’re welcome.  Grinning down at your phone, you didn’t notice your driver's light chuckle, a look of astonishment in his eyes. These blind kids.  You continued to chatter along with Jumin on your phone, at last arriving at the rendezvous point where Jumin and the Chairman pulled in identical black limos alongside your own.  “Thank you, Mr. Kim. I can take it from here.”  Mr. Kim nodded in obedience, ushering you to go to Jumin. Jumin patted the leather seat next to his own in the sleek limousine. You held back a laugh, there were plenty of other seats open for you to sit.. but it warmed your heart that he wanted you right next to him. As friends. The Chairman joined the two of you, sitting across from his son, a mischievous glint in his eyes that only Jumin could recognize. A silent conversation took place between Jumin and his father -- Jumin beginning with a raised eyebrow. The Chairman replied with a sly smirk. Jumin with a scowl, his father with a growing grin. You watched the conversation continue silently before the Chairman at last spoke, “Jumin, my son, I’m overjoyed to see you’ve brought your Y/n with you.” A flash of annoyance crossed Jumin’s face as he said, “My... Y/n?”  You blanched.. of course the thought of you being his made him uncomfortable... but you didn’t think he’d be angry.  “Y/n, I’m glad you could join us. However, as much as I hate to ask this of you, there is something I desperately need from you.”  Before you could speak Jumin interjected, “Absolutely not.”  You caressed his hand, looking up at him with kind eyes, “Jumin, hey, it’s okay.” Looking toward Jumin’s father you said, “Whatever it is, I’ll do my very best.” Jumin’s jaw feathered a bit, but he said no more.  He grinned, “Aren’t you a kind girl. Well, in this business deal, the contract was originally contingent on Jumin marrying his daughter -- which I was against from the beginning. After all, I know the importance of loving the one you wish to be with.” (Jumin rolled his eyes at that.) “Anyway, I declined the offer.”  You were confused, unsure where your part came in.  As if reading your mind, he continued saying, “However, I perhaps let it slip that you two were engaged. I figured you both are so close with each other already, that it would be no issue to play a bit of husband and wife for the sake of business, no?”  Jumin was furious, his nose flared, jaw clenched with hands gripping his knee. “How dare--”  You glanced at him, biting the inside of your cheek, a worried expression painted your face. When he glanced at you, his eyes widened and his shoulders relaxed. This did not go unnoticed by the Chairman.  “We’ll do it, won’t we Jumin?” he looked surprised but made no objection. You leaned in close and whispered shyly, “I want to do something as thanks for this amazing trip.. and for you.”  - Jumin dared to swallow. For me? What the hell does that mean? You were driving him crazy. Every time he looked at you he had to fight to readjust his attention to something else. Does she know what it does to me when she touches me? Even a little bit?  When you’d put your hand on him, Jumin felt his chest and neck grow impossibly hotter, hotter than he’d been feeling when you’d first sat down next to him. Hotter than when you leaned in close and breathily asked him, “Jumin... how long until we’re at the airport?” It was like you’d drawn out every syllable, breathing out every consonant -- your breath tickling his neck. He imagined what it would feel like to have your plump, rosy lips on his neck, on his chest, on his lips, on his-- he was in over his head. He cursed himself for his lack of control. Usually, control was not an issue for Jumin -- in fact, he considered it one of his greatest strengths. From his leadership position in his father’s company, C&R, to his well-controlled temperament and stress management.. Jumin just didn’t do “no control”.  At first, it intrigued him. He could remember the exact day it hit him. He’d invited you to an elegant dinner his company hosted to celebrate (in a sort of “humble-brag” sort of way) yet another successful business closing with one of the biggest corporations in America. He’d been finishing off yet another glass of his new Domaine de la Romanee-Conti he’d bought when his eyes at last placed you at the front of the champagne server. His eyes raked up and down the soft, silk gown that clung to your body in all the right places. The gown hung loosely, exposing your back and most of your chest, a sultry slit separating one of your elegant legs from the other hidden in the fabric. It was a breath-taking emerald color... but all Jumin could really think of is how he’d take it off. Your hair was curled and done-up marvelously with little white pearls decorating the crown of your head like you had stars in your hair... but all Jumin could really think of was how he’d mess it up. His cheeks were on fire. Everything in his body had risen in temperature of what felt like a hundred degrees. He twirled his wine glass between his fingers before setting it down at one of the well-decorated tables. I must have a fever, he thought, that must be it. Your eyes found his person just as he was turning around to leave, speed walking to one of the penthouse balconies for fresh air. You raced after him or at least followed him as fast as your obnoxious heels allowed you to go.  You breathlessly met him as he was staring out into the night. Jumin realized that his temperature was slowly returning to normal. Perhaps the room was a bit suffocating. I’ll be sure to message Mr. Kim about increasing the air conditioning in the room. But... looking back on it now, Jumin knew he was lying to himself even then. Because, when he turned around he almost let out a shout. And his breath became uneven again, and it felt so burning hot all over again.  You slowly crept toward him, donning a concerned expression saying, “Jumin... are you alright?” Jumin backed into the marble railing. He was so eloquent normally but all he could let out then was a choked, “Fine.” He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Every step closer, he wanted to run. The stars were reflecting in your eyes and the moonlight made your supple skin look impossibly softer... You gently cupped his face and whispered, “Jumin, talk to me..? Please?” Jumin was heaving, looking down at you with rosy red cheeks and burning ears. “I--I think I have a... fever. A fever.”  You gasped, taking one of your hands and lightly grasping the back of his neck, pulling him down slightly. His eyes widened as you took your other cold hand and placed it on his burning forehead. “Oh my god! Oh my gosh, we -- ambulance! An ambulance.. a doctor? Or.. are you... drunk?”  “My room... please,” he begged.  You looked him up and down, examining his face for strain or discomfort. When you couldn’t find any, you let out a breath -- perhaps you’d overreacted. Nonetheless, you swung his arm over your shoulder and trudged through the now quiet dining area. Most had filtered out to the ballroom for dancing. You’d been here a million times, so remembering the way was no chore. You fished through his shirt and coat pockets, running your gentle digits across his chest, assuming the moan Jumin gave off was due to pain, still, a blush flushed your cheeks. “Sorry, I’m almost done.” You held him against the wall since at this point he couldn’t stand. Maybe I am a little drunk, he thought. You moved down to his pants pockets, your hands roaming through a business card and other odds and ends, eliciting another soft groan from Jumin. “Almost there...” you breathed, at last pulling out a key card and with a soft beep, opening his penthouse suite. You gently carried him to his bed before going to grab a glass of water and a cold washcloth. When one was placed on the table and the other on his forehead, you at last placed a warm throw blanket you’d found in his closet over him.  ...That memory became a source of numerous dreams. Jumin couldn’t forget it, no matter how many times he’d wished he wanted to (or wished it all to happen again).  - You gazed at him, looking at the way his expression hardened at times, softening and then suddenly switching to an expression you’d never seen before. What was he thinking about? You bit your lip, nervous that Jumin might change his mind upon meeting this woman his business partner wanted him to marry. She was certainly more beautiful, right? After all, Jumin hadn’t necessarily made any physical contact voluntarily toward you more than an occasional back rub in your asked after a long day at work, or if he got drunk while you two accidentally stayed up late -- then he’d sometimes caress your face with a love-sick expression and saying little things like, “You’re beautiful.” It was cute, for sure, but what drunk doesn’t turn into a soft puddle of goo, complimenting everyone around them?  You leaned into him as subtly as you could manage, closing your eyes to concentrate for a few minutes.  - You jumped awake when a deep voice rumbled in your ear, “We’re here.” You could hear the slight smirk in his voice, and sure enough, when you looked up, you saw a slight smile on his face. “Did you have a good dream?” You looked toward your left, thankful the Chairman was already out of the limousine and speaking on his phone to someone. “I--I had a dream?”  Jumin’s smirk stretched a little wider, “Yes. You said my name a couple times.”  Your eyes widened in shock before saying, “Oh! That dream! Yeah, I was dreaming that you were being eaten alive by bears and I was forced to watch!” God, you were such a bad liar. Jumin blinked. He felt sort of stupid. “Oh,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I see--”  Grateful for his gullibleness, you added, “Why, what did you think I was dreaming about?”  Jumin avoided eye contact saying, “Not anything in particular.”  A call for Jumin interrupted your conversation, making Jumin almost run out of the limo. You smiled a bit, a little flush rising up to your ears.  Jumin returned again, grabbing your hand. “This way,” was all he said. You followed him to the private jet that the Chairman was already boarding. You caught yourself staring at Jumin again as you followed him up the stairs to the entranceway of the cabin. Jumin smartly chose a seat far away from his father’s field of vision. He’d had enough of his unnerving looks when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder, whispering things Jumin was beyond grateful only he could hear... at least he hoped. When you occasionally began to whine a bit louder he’d quiet you down by running his hands through your hair and stealing glances toward his father nervously saying, “A nightmare.” He wondered if he’d fooled his father, because the Chairman lightly chuckled and made his way to the passenger seat of the limo, sliding the privacy door shut. It had only gotten worse from there, you almost shouted his name, but he covered your mouth. Heat had been pooling in his stomach for a while now, but he didn’t know how much more he could take. Still, every time he thought of waking you up, you’d grab at his chest or legs,  effectively completely embolizing him.  You, of course, were unaware of all of this. You sat down next to him eagerly and wrapped your arm around his, pulling him close to watch a movie on the jet screens. It was almost 9pm by now, the night sky beginning to close in on the quiet aircraft. Neither of you could remember when you fell asleep, only waking up to the soft announcement of arrival from the pilot on the overhead and a soft blanket placed over the two of you.  You both groggily made your way to your waiting limousine to take you to the complimentary hotel stay at one of the chains owned by your expectant future business partner.  “Of course, I know you two are just friends.” The Chairman looked at you two before continuing, “So I have two hotel rooms, you’re 17 and you, Miss Y/N, are 18. I’m in master suite 3, so feel free to reach out whenever.” His eyes glittered as he said, “Have fun. Remember to act like a loving fiance! Especially you, my son." Jumin pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in contempt.  You turned your head toward Jumin, “Um, well, I’m pretty tired as you could probably already tell,” you laughed uncomfortably, “so I think I’ll head off to bed.”  Jumin blinked a few times before saying, “I will as well. Goodnight, Y/N.” You whispered a shy goodnight in reply before slinking into your hotel room.  - You awoke the next day to a call from a maid outside your door - room service. You thanked her before diving into your waffles, complete with chocolate dressing, whipped cream, strawberries, and powdered sugar. A glass of orange juice was delivered along with various other breakfast options and a bowl of kiwi, dragonfruit, apple, watermelon, honeydew, and almost any other fruit you could think of. Following your delicious breakfast, you padded over to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and running the shower. Going through your morning routine helped calm you despite the role you weren’t at all prepared to play in just a few hours.  You jumped at the knock at your door. Looking through the peephole, it was Jumin. Flinging the door open, you looked at him expectantly. You were met with silence other than a few “uh.... uh....”s. You looked at him sarcastically, “What?”  He continued to stare, not at your face, however. You laughed but quickly grew silent as you met his gaze. You were an actual moron. What. The. Fuck. You were still in your fucking panties?!?! You slammed the door shut, running to slip on some shorts you found lying on the ground in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath you gently opened the door this time. Jumin was standing still as a statue when he snapped out of his trance at last. He looked away, “Try not to be dressed. I mean STRESSED.” he sputtered, “I-I’m going to leave now--”  “Um, Jumin?”  He slowly turned around, face as red as a strawberry, “Yes?”  “Um, sorry. About before. Um. Do you-- do you want to get some coffee? I’m still waking up, if you couldn’t already tell,” you laughed nervously.  He smiled warmly, “I’d love to.”  You awkwardly nodded before shutting your door. You ran to your hotel bed and screamed into one of the pillows. You cursed under your breath before making your way to the bathroom once more to finish the makeup look you had begun before being interrupted.  After 45 minutes, you looked your outfit up and down. You packed outfits that were elegant -- you bought clothes that looked expensive but in the kind of way that was subtle. Nude tones and deep colors, specifically. You were aiming for a look that said, “I’m not rich, I’m just comfortable. And by that I mean I’m rich.” You were never insecure about the difference in your and Jumin’s paycheck.. but when you’re supposed to play a part. And if you showed up in your comfy joggers and t-shirt like you normally wore when you visited Jumin or were free from work.. you had a feeling their reaction wouldn’t be the most inviting or understanding.  At last, you stepped out of your room, turning left to knock on Jumin’s door. He beat you to it, opening his door unexpectedly. This caused you to instead lean forward from your momentum and place your hand on his chest. You hurriedly adjusted his tie, doing your best to act as if that’s what you’d meant to do all along.  Jumin appeared to be just as surprised, but grinned, “No leggings and t-shirt today?” You jabbed him with your elbow as you made your way to the coffee bar, “Do you think they’d be all welcoming to your soon-to-be wife if she showed up in lounge clothes?”  “I’ve never complained.”  You scoffed, “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re nice. And, you apparently understand that not everyone can live in a suit every day.”  He paused for a moment before mumbling slightly, “Who cares what they think anyway.”  “I do! I don’t want to let your dad down. I told him I’d do this. We’re in Monaco, Jumin! C’est la vie!” “Parles-tu français?”* “Oui..?”  Jumin chuckled darkly before leaning in, saying, “Tu es juste trop mignonne.”** You blinked before replying, “...oui...?” Jumin looked at you incredulously with a slight smile on his face as he laughed, lightly ruffling your hair.  Jumin ordered for you -- apparently, it was quite clear you only knew a few words in French. Unfortunately, he also paid for you, despite your objections. Before you could yank his platinum card out of his hands, the transaction was already complete. He gazed down at you, an eyebrow raised with a triumphant smirk, “Elle aura aussi beaucoup de crème dans son café.”*** “Hey, what are you saying?! Jumin!! Speak Korean or English or Japanese! Something I can understand!!” You complained.  The worker interjected, “C’est tellement agréable de voir un couple sur leur ‘oneymoon.”**** You instinctively interjected, “Oh, that’s not--!”  But Jumin just smiled and nodded.  Upon sitting down at one of the many open tables, you let out a little giggle, “I wonder what it’ll feel like when I’m on the real thing.” Jumin quickly looked up from his staring contest with his coffee, “Real.. what?”  You grinned dreamily, “Honeymoon.”  “You.. want to get married?” “Don’t you?”  Only to you, he thought. “Maybe. If the right person came along.” If you’d ever say “yes”.  You held back the nervous twinge you felt in your throat, “Alright then, don’t be shy. What’s your type?”  “My.. type?”  “Yeah! Like, your ideal girl.” He paused, looking pensively at you. “Well, then I suppose my ‘type’ is a girl who is beautiful, and smart, and pretty... and always makes me laugh. And is bold but also shy.” His eyes widened as he grew quiet, “...something like that.”  You were shocked. He said he’s never fallen in love before.. but it sounds like he already has some girl in mind. “Wow. You’ve... thought a lot about this.”  Jumin looked surprised at himself -- he cleared his throat, “Just some ideas.”  You were still skeptical but changed the subject, “So, what exactly does this whole ‘wifey’ thing entail?” “Most likely just a ring on your finger and a fake smile.” “Oh come on, there’s more to it than that.”  “I’m sure my father has the details.” As if on cue, his phone chimed. “Ready to head out?”  “Yep!” You weren’t entirely sure, but you were beside yourself with nervousness and a bit of excitement. If you can’t have the real thing, you shouldn’t complain about a chance to fake it, right? And sure, you knew it was much more complicated than that -- what if he realized your true feelings?! ...You shook the thoughts out of your head and made your way to the waiting vehicle outside of the hotel. - “Monsieur Lorenzi! Good to see you!” The Chairman shook hands with who you assumed was the boss. “Let me introduce to you my son, Jumin, and his beloved fiance, Y/n.” You waved, smiling despite the twang in your heart. You and Jumin shook hands while Mr. Lorenzi introduced you to his daughter.  “It is so nice to meet you! This is my daughter, Ginevra.”  Immediately, you sized Ginevra up -- and she does not look happy. “So.. you’re the bitch who stole Ju-Ju from me?” “Ginevra! Be polite, please?” Mr. Lorenzi practically begged her, but she wasn’t budging, “Oh, come on. Their ‘engagement’ hasn’t even been released to the press yet!”  You looked worriedly between Jumin and Ginevra, but Jumin lovingly put his hand over yours, a soft smile on his face, “I’ll handle this, sweetheart.” He couldn’t help himself and lightly pecked your cheek, smirking into the kiss when he heard you elicit a small “oh!” Facing the irate woman, though, Jumin smiled in a way you’d seen him smile when he wasn’t particularly...happy.. about something. “Miss Ginevra, I can assure you Y/N and I are completely in love. She is my fiance, after all. That being said, we decided not to alert the media because we wanted our own privacy until the wedding.”  Ginevra scoffed, “Please. You barely even look like you’re dating. Face it, I know you want me, Jumin.” She bit her lip in a way that was supposed to be seductive, but Jumin couldn’t hold back the slight cringe that crept onto his face.  “T-that’s enough Ginev--”  “God! Shut up, Dad!  Mr. Lorenzi backed down at that, looking apologetic and embarrassed toward the Chairman and Jumin, and especially toward you.  You were growing tired of the entire conversation, “Shall we sit down?”  All except Ginevra agreed readily, the Chairman coughing in a way that sounded more like a laugh he was trying to conceal. Jumin's jaw clenched when he sat next to you, to your left and Ginevra quickly sat in the seat to his left. The meal went as well as expected. Jumin's father recognized that Jumin had his hands full and spent the majority of the dinner talking business with Mr. Lorenzi without his son.  Meanwhile, you were awkwardly playing with your filet mignon, avoiding eye contact with everyone until Jumin leaned his face down to your avoidant eye level. You snapped out of your trance immediately. You looked up at him -- his eyebrow was raised with an inquisitive expression. Okay, that was adorable. You held back your intruisive thoughts, blinking up at him, silently asking, "What is it?"  Jumin stared a little longer than necessary, before snapping out of his own trance and leaning in further and whispering in your ear, "...Are you alright?"  You nodded in reply, "Just a little uncomfortable."  Jumin gazed down at you in concern, "We can leave if you--"  "No. No, I'll stay." Who knows what that girl will do if I leave. He didn't look convinced.  Suddenly, Ginevra was calling for Jumin. Repeatedly. He turned in annoyance, "Yes?"  Her voice got low, clearly to exclude you from the conversation, "Let's go somewhere..." she looked Jumin up and down slowly, "...else.." And with no shame, she lowered a manicured hand to his knee, slowly trailing it up to his thigh. He immediately grabbed her wrist, saying in a low, deadly voice, "I have a fiance."  She sighed in frustration, "You're kidding yourself, baby--"  Jumin's eyes widened suddenly, and not due to anything Ginevra was saying. Your hand was high on his thigh as you leaned into the conversation you'd heard the entirety of. "Miss... whatever your name is.... Jumin is my husband. Soon. We have something you could never dream of every having because your personality sucks. And honestly, only you can fix that."  There was silence at the entire table for a moment before Ginevra turned her head quickly toward her father, "Daddy?!"  Her father had already gotten up, ushering the business conversation to continue rather than deal with his trainwreck of a daughter. She huffed, looking red in the face, perhaps in embarrassment as well as anger. "Well, you still can't prove that you're even dating!"  You very furious now, your glare cold enough to freeze the desert, "Is proof really the only thing that will shut you up?"  Before she could even answer, you geared your pissed off expression toward a semi-intimidated, semi-turned on Jumin and grabbed his face, meeting his lips with your own. Your kiss was meant to only last a few seconds at most, but when you tried to pull away, Jumin only deepened the kiss, pulling your face harshly toward his own. He tugged at your hair, earning a loud moan from you as he forced his flush lips further onto yours, his tongue gaining entrance into your mouth. His eyebrows were deeply knit into a consentrated expression, groaning as he felt you readjust your position onto his lap. You stradled his lap, a leg on either side of him, your tongues battling for dominance as you fished for air between you two. At last, you both parted, heaving in big breaths as a string of spit clung between your mouths -- only to go in for another searing kiss. You began to roll your hips against his own, gently at first but quickly gaining more momentum and roughness as you two continued to make out. You'd noticed his hard-on the moment you'd straddled his lap but it only grew as you two began to explore the other's body. And just like that, you realized you were still in a formal dining setting. With other people. You pushed against Jumin's chest, looking around you in a frenzy. Ginevra was long gone along with the Chairman and Mr. Lorenzi. It was just the two of you, it looked as if it was after hours for the dining here. Soft jazz still played melodically through quiet speakers. Your eyes met back again with Jumin. He was smirking, still breathing heavily, his eyes glowing with mischief and a clear message that said something you probably would blush saying out loud. You laughed a little at the sudden turn of events. Did he like you? You wondered. He made quick work of dragging you (because your legs turned into jelly) out of the dining hall and back to his hotel suite. Jumin hurridely opened his hotel door before slamming you against the wall and continued to kiss you furvently on your neck, chest and of course, lips. He began to grind on you, letting out a soft curse when you mewled in his ear. Both your cheeks were completely red from the heated exchange and the embarrassment that both of you felt at your candid feelings. Yet something still bothered you. You pushed him away with all the strength you had because he was just so addicting. "J-jumin.... wait..." You gasped between breaths, "...I-I don't do this sorta thing... for fun..."  Jumin frowned at this, his jaw feathering as he said darkly, "I don't either."  You shook your head, "No, Jumin... I mean... I-I......" You took a big breath of air, "I'm in love with you. Have, for long time... pretty sure you don't feel .... the same wa--"  Jumin's eyes narrowed as he dove in for another kiss with so much force that the air was nearly knocked out of you. "Y/N," he began, "Do you have any clue how much I've held back? Even now, do you know how hard it is for me not to pick you up and fuck you right here and now? Do you know how long--" He laughed sardonically, "Y/N, I swear you're doing this on purpose."  "Doing wha--" "Making me fall deeper and deeper in love with you! I'm already pass the point of no return. Hell, I've never felt a fraction of what you make feel in a moment... in my entire life."  You took a moment to really look at him. The expression of complete and udder desperation was now clear as day on his face, his cheeks flushed, breathing heavily, his tie loose around his neck, chest slightly exposed. He began again, "Please. Please... put me out of my misery. Say you're mine, please."  Your eyes never leaving his, tears prickling your eyes, you answered, "I always was Jumin.. and I always will be. And, and if the offer still stands--" You blushed, looking down shyly and your feet, ashamed of your own boldness.  Jumin's eyes pooled impossibly darker as he picked you up and led you to his bed, laying you down gently and asking, "I know this is probably soon but... Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on earth?"  You laughed, pure joy on your face as you shamelessly cried, "Yes!" over and over again.  Jumin couldn't hold back the huge grin that took over his face as he kissed you in between laughs.

TRANSLATIONS: * “Do you speak French?” ** “You are just too cute.” *** “She will also have a lot of cream in her coffee.”  **** “It is so nice to see a couple on their honeymoon”

Can you do a oneshot of Miranda x Male Reader? something about the male reader being Eva's father and that he disappeared in the first world war centuries ago and left miranda heartbroken and sad, but he did not really die and since he discovered that he was immortal and then he only remained hidden for centuries working for Russian organizations with a secret identity. and that after finding out that her lover was still alive and in a Romanian village, he went to see her. 👨 - 🐾 (EAGLE) - ✈

Wings Of A Feather - Mother Miranda x Male Eagle Shifter Reader

- Quick Key -

[Y/N] - YOUR FIRST NAME

[FL/N] - YOUR FAKE LAST NAME

[L/N] - YOUR LAST/SURNAME/FAMILY NAME

[H/C] - HAIR COLOR

[H/L] - HAIR LENGTH

[E/C] - EYE COLOR

[S/C] - SKIN COLOR

«Сержант [Y/N], ты слушаешь?» (Sergeant [Y/N], are you listening?) The voice of the Master Sergeant called out to the man rubbing his forehead on the other end of the meeting table who looked up with his [E/C] eyes upon hearing his rank and name.

«Да, сэр. Пожалуйста, простите меня, сейчас я довольно устал»." (Yes sir. Please do forgive me, I'm rather tired at the moment.") The man replied with a tired exhale.

«Это понятно, вы только что вернулись с месячной миссии с отдыхом. Вы уволены с этой встречи, вернитесь в свои апартаменты и расслабьтесь на весь день. Нам нужно проверить наш Орлиный Глаз». ("That's understandable, you've just returned from a month-long mission with rest. You are dismissed from this meeting, return to your quarters and relax for the day. We need our Eagle Eye in check.") The Master Sergeant said to the man. The Sergeant rose to his feet and saluted his Master Sergeant, who saluted back and he was on his way out of the room.

Sergeant [Y/N] [FL/N] walked down the hall of the Russian Special Ops base with his jacket draped over his shoulders - waving behind him with each step he took; he passed by two Corporals on his way who moved aside and saluted him. He gave a simple "Отставить." (As you were) as he marked down the path before reaching his private quarters.

The Russian Sergeant removed his hat and placed it on the coat rack by his door followed by his coat before he walked over to his desk and took a seat - pouring himself a glass of vodka as he looked out the window at the setting sun.

Oh, the sun - so many times has he seen it in all of the centuries he's lived.

Yes - Centuries.

The [H/C] haired man looked at his glass as he thought about how long he's been doing this - going around with names other than his own, joining militaries, after all, it was the only thing he's known...since the First World War.

[Y/N] thought back to when this all started - back to when he was something else; then he thought of them.

Miranda and Eva.

The Wife and The Daughter he left behind when he went to fight in the war.

There was never a day he didn't think about them: wondering how they were doing, if they were alright, or if they were even alive. So many questions about them filled his mind, he wanted nothing more than to return to them but he didn't know where they could possibly be.

When the first war was coming to a close - he was blown in the chest by a snipe rifle, it killed him...or at least, it should have. He woke up in the morgue which surprised the diener - a person who works in the morgue - that was working on preparing his body for an honorable burial. According to the man - that bullet ripped his heart to ribbons but now he was alive; they even sent a letter to his wife to inform her of his death.

Once he was given the okay to leave, he went back home to Miranda - only to find to the house he built for them was completely burned down and they were not there; fear filled his heart. Were his wife and daughter dead? Did Miranda take her and Eva's lives when she got that letter or...did someone else do this? Unsure of what to do - [Y/N] returned to the military and continued to serve before faking his death and starting over

He looked at a photo of him and Miranda when she was a few months pregnant with Eva that sat on his desk by his laptop - it was the only thing he had of them now. He gathered the picture in his hands and tried to fight back the tears that were coming.

'Miranda... Eva... Where are you?' He wondered but his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. He stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it - revealing a Corporal with a folder in his hand.

"Капрал, я могу вам чем-то помочь?" (Corporal, can I help you with something?) He asked.

«Простите, что беспокою вас в свободное время, сэр». (Sorry for bothering you in your spare time, sir.) The Corporal saluted him, «Но есть кое-что, на что вам следует взглянуть». (But there is something you should look at.) He said as he held out the folder for the Sergeant to take. [Y/N] looked at the emblem on the folder and his eyes narrowed at the familiar logo on the front of the folder.

'Umbrella? What could they possibly what?' He thought to himself before looking at the Corporal before him.

«Что это? Они сказали, что хотели?» (What is this? Did they say what they wanted?) [Y/N] asked.

«Нет, сэр.» (No, sir) The young man shook his head. «Мужчина просто передал мне папку и сказал, чтобы я отнес ее вам. Он также сказал мне, что есть номер телефона, по которому вы можете позвонить». (The man just handed me the folder and told me to take it to you. He also told me that there is a phone number you can call.)

«Хорошо, я разберусь. Вы можете уходить, капрал.» (“Okay, I'll figure it out. You can leave, corporal.) [Y/N] said before closing his door.

He walked back over to his desk and opened the folder - something about the 4 Lords of Romania and Their Leader - Mother... His eyes widened.

"Miranda?" He gasped.

There were photos too - there were of the supposed 4 lords: A rather large lady, a veiled woman with a doll, a hunched back figure, and a man with a large hammer, and...

"That's her." he said.

Before him was a photo of a woman in a golden raven mask in black robes with black wings and some crest behind her. He looked at the number that left behind

XXX-XXX-XXX - Chris Redfield.

[Y/N] narrowed his eyes before calling the number and placed the phone to his ear - it picked up on the first ring.

"I see you chose to call me, Mr. [L/N]." A deep male voice said on the other side of the phone.

"How do you know that name?" [Y/N] asked.

"Umbrella knows a lot about you, Mr. [L/N]; we've been watching you since your face has shown up in our database since the first world war. We know you're not human, Eagle Eyes; but your eyes aren't the real reason people call you that, are they?" Chris asked over the phone.

"Just what do you want? Why have you sent this?" [Y/N] asked.

"We wanna make you a deal, Mr. [L/N]. I know you've been looking for your wife and daughter since your first death during the first world war but they haven't been located - I know where to find your wife." Chris said.

"And my daughter? What about Eva?" [Y/N] asked, gripping the phone tightly in his hand.

"That's the main reason I'm calling you - you see, your daughter is dead; she's been dead for centuries but your wife thinks she can bring Eva back by finding a proper vessel to rebirth her from. Here's what that has to do with me - the latest vessel she's taken is Rosemary Winters, the daughter of some very close friends of mine; she wants to use Rose to bring Eva back but I know it won't work. Her father and Umbrella are intending to get Rose back but that would mean killing your wife and everything she holds dear; we think you can stop that from happening." Chris explained - there was pure silence on the other end of the phone. "Mr. [L/N], are you still there?"

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do?"

[Timeskip - One Week Later / In an Airborne Helicopter above the Romanian Village.]

The side door of the helicopter opened and [Y/N] stood there - his hair blowing around in the high winds as he glared down at the earth below.

"Remember, Mr. [L/N] - Find Miranda and convince her to release Rose. Once that happens, we shall leave you and her to be as you wish." Chris said from his space sitting behind [Y/N].

"Just make sure you're ready, Redfield." And with that, [Y/N] jumped out of the helicopter.

His eyes narrowed as he fell from the bird of metal before he closed them - a warm feeling coursed through him as he felt the mortal flesh of his form shrink and take a new shape. Once he felt the wind against his wings - he opened his eyes again as he flew through the sky as the might eagle. He flapped to catch himself against the current before he got to a gliding height - he could see the village below. He got close to the ground and flapped again to slow himself before he changed forms again - back to his mortal face, his boots landing on the ground.

'Now, all I have to do is find one of the lords and they will take me to Miranda.' [Y/N] thought but his thoughts were cut short when he heard growling - turning, he saw the Lycans from Chris' File.

"Heisenberg's Servants." He pulled out two knives. "Just my luck." He darted forward and made quick work of the lycans before his knives went flying out of his hands - he turned again and there he stood: The 4th Lord.

"Karl Heisenberg." [Y/N] said as he glared at the hammer-wielder.

"Oh, you know me?" Karl asked.

"I know of you. I need you to take me to see Miranda right now." [Y/N] said.

"And just who the hell do you think you are, demanding to see Mother Miranda like that?" He asked.

"I'm her husband - [Y/N [L/N]." With those words, Karl's eyes widened.

"I heard of you; she talked about you some times." Karl looked the man up and down. "Alright, I'll take you to her but you need to cuffed; I don't know you that well,"

"Do what you will." [Y/N] held out his wrists, "Just take me to my wife."

"Fair enough."

[Timeskip - Miranda's Chapel]

"Heisenberg, just why have you called us here?" The tall lady asked before looking at [Y/N], "And who is this man-thing?"

"That's none of your business, Lady Super-Sized Bitch. This dude is for Mother Miranda." That made Alcina and Miranda raise their eyebrows.

"And who is this male that wants to see me?" Miranda asked.

Before anyone spoke - the bound man walked forward.

"It's been a while, Corbul meu întunecat." (My Dark Raven) That name made Miranda's eyes widen...and she removed her mask to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

"[Y/N]? Vulturul meu?" (My Eagle) Miranda asked as she walked closer.

"Yes." The man said with a smile.

The leader ran into his chest and clenched his shirt tightly - crying instantly.

"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" She cried.

"I'll tell you - we have a lot to talk about."

After hours of talking - everything came to the light: [Y/N] explained what happened all those centuries ago, Miranda explained her plan, [Y/N] managed to take her out of her & Rosemary - along with Mia Winters - was given to Chris Redfield. Ethan Winters was captured in Castle Dimitrescu by her daughters but was ordered to be let go. The Winters Family left with Umbrella and [Y/N] & Miranda sent all that week making up for all the centuries of lost time...and possibly making an Eva #2.

the tale of agape I — jjk

World Info: There are eight types of Love originated from Ancient Greece. In the Realm of Love, these types have been turned into seven Gods and one Goddess. — Agape (universal): OC (Name: Belle) | Pragma (everlasting): Jungkook | Storge (familial): Yoongi | Mania (obsession): Seokjin | Philia (platonic): Namjoon | Eros (sexual passion): Taehyung | Philautia (self-love): Hoseok | Ludus (playful): Jimin

Plot: Agape is a well-loved Goddess in the Realm of Love. Anyone who wins her approval will become the most powerful entity in the land, standing side by side as a co-symbol of eternal Love. Unfortunately with knowledge of this power, Gods and Nymphs are prone to obsession and cunning. So Agapes’ de facto brother, Storge organises a tournament in her honour. Only the winner will become Agapes’ partner. 

Pairing(s): God!Jungkook x Goddess!OC (Name: Belle) ft. God!Seokjin 

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 2.6k 

Genre: Gods & Goddesses | Fantasy | Romance 

Tags & Warnings: betrayal, nothing intense in this chapter but there will eventual smut and violence so 

Authors Note: i miss doing a jungkook series lmao so here you go, there were a lot of people during requests asking for a god/goddess au so I’m going on that with a new plot based on the eight types of love. I’m also extremely sleepy and ready to pass out, please excuse any mistakes. And lastly of course, enjoy and let me know what you think! Is this something you’d want me to continue or nah? 

Morning began with soft sunlight painting the Love Realm, making the Cherry Palace sandstone glow like a topaz gem. Yoongi, the God of Familial Love stood at the terrace with the God of Platonic Love, Namjoon. Their soft silk robes flowed in the cool breeze as they watched the chariots of red, gold and blue riding into the courtyard; each vehicle pulled by majestic stallions.

“Are you sure about this?” Namjoon asked, eyes gently squinted to adjust to the bright day. His flowing blonde hair looked almost white from the reflection of the sun.

Yoongi shook his head, heart shaped lips pursed. “I don’t like it as much as you do but this is the only way we can filter out the ones on our own accord.”

“Is Belle okay with this?”

“She likes tournaments. Chose the method herself.”

“Jousting?”

Yoongi hummed in agreement, unable to hide the smile spreading across his lips.

Namjoon chuckled. “Sometimes I think she just likes the knocking of heads.”

“Agape has a cheek to her.” Yoongi leaned forward on the balcony railing. All the heads padded out of their chariots, escorted by servants into the palace. Only one chariot hadn’t arrived yet.

“Seokjin is coming too?” Namjoons’ voice grew deep with slight contempt.

“I have to invite him. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“You know how he gets, Yoongi.” Namjoon shifted to face him completely. “What if he gets out of control in this tournament?”

“I gave him my warning last time.” Yoongi raised a hand to calm him. “He knows what’ll happen.”

“You can’t kill him.”

“Oh I’ll keep him alive.”

Namjoon shook his head, laughing. “How do you make even that sound threatening?”

Yoongi grinned. “I made her my sister for a reason. No one hurts her on my account.”

“Understood.”

-

Refreshing wind brushed through the transparent crème curtains into Belles’ room as her lady-in-waiting fit her into a warm pink georgette dress for the first tournament. The tone matched her pink irises, making them look more otherworldly than ever.

Angel let out a satisfied sigh after fixing the train. “Lord Yoongi knows how to pick dresses.” She stood up straight and fixed the gold patchwork bordering the shoulder of the dress.

“He always chooses pink.” Belle observed herself in the silver rimmed mirror, tilting her head. Her curls fell over half her face.

“Well, you can’t wear red just yet.”

“Such a strange rule.”

“Apparently when Agape wears red, it’s only for the most auspicious occasions.” Angels’ voice turned airy as her face lit up with astonishment. Her passion for the Gods of Love was admirable and endearing without the added obsession of climbing the ladder. She respected the concept of love in its purest form. Belle needed more of that around her. “So it’s special that you wear it in specific times.”

“Will I wear it for my wedding?” A small thrill tingled through her belly mentioning her own wedding. Belle remembered all her dreams about being the splash of red amongst pink roses and falling peach blossoms in the Cherry Palace center garden.

Angel stared up at her, eyes glossed and face flushed with excitement. “It could be the most beautiful deep red dress that has a train all down the Realm.” She gestured out through the curtains.

“That’d be a bit hard to move around in.” Belle giggled as she shrugged off the pink dress until she was down to her white underdress. “But I appreciate the enthusiasm.”

“Watch your left, Eros!” Laughter ensued from outside her room.

“You watch your footwork, Pragma!”

Hearing the Gods’ names being used as colloquial nicknames was a strange sound to Angel but it made Belle grin. She rushed forward through the transparent curtains to the sandstone balcony which looked over one of the smaller gardens. The ones with apple trees and the fountain.

“My lady, wait!” Angel whispered harshly.

The sleeve of Belles’ underdress slid off her shoulder but she barely thought to fix it. Angel quickly draped a silk robe over her body to keep her decent.

The two young Gods of Love, Pragma and Eros dueled each other like they were performing in a playful dance. Yoongi called Pragma by Jungkook and Eros by Taehyung. Both of them a true symbol of their role in the Realm.

Taehyung had beautiful deep tan skin, glowing like a bronze pearl and his sharpened eyes constantly brimmed with bliss over the things around him. He wore a loose silk shirt of yellow and white, half-opened to expose his soft chest while his dark brown curls fluffed and flowed like a gentle garden.

Jungkook was of milk tea skin, sweat on his neck and cheeks glistened, matting his raven hair to his forehead. His body was lithe and muscular adorned in a red and black shirt. The smile on his face had the perfect mix of mischief and pure joy. His feet moved like the genteel steps of a blossom dancer but his sword swings were the strength of a rock sentinel. Chuckles flowed from his lips at the sequence of movements, truly enjoying the activity instead of being full of anger and determination to win something.

Belle wanted to continue admiring him but a sense of her own mischief seeped through. The fountain centered this garden which the Gods did an amazing job to avoid in their flexible parries and attacks. When she noticed Jungkook nearing the fountain ready to avoid, she took a deep breath. “Having fun, my lords?!”

As expected, Jungkook lost his balance and toppled over to the fountain. His beautiful shirt splashed with water and his dampened hair from sweat completely soaked from the fountain flow. From up on the balcony, it looked like a Nymph was pouring water constantly on Jungkooks’ head.

Belle couldn’t help but laugh and Angel tried her best not to follow along.

Jungkook winced at his drenched self; almost a hint of anger on his face before he threw his head back and scoffed out a laugh.

Taehyung looked over to follow the sound and his expression softened when he recognized Belles’ face. “Agape,” he whispered with such a baritone voice that it even shocked Jungkook.

He tracked his gaze up to the sandstone balcony, decorated with pink roses and all-spice flowers. Jungkook raked his fingers through his hair, slicking it back so he could see her. Agape. The Goddess of Eternal Love. Beautiful brown curls and glowing skin against the warm sunlit sky. He couldn’t see it clearly from here but the hints of her pink irises twinkled. A smile tugged at his lips. “You got me, my lady.”

Belle smirked, leaning forward as her cheeks heated. “Be sure not to catch a cold, my lord. I’m looking forward to seeing you at the match.”

Jungkooks’ smile turned to a bright grin. “I’ll be as healthy as a God,” he mused before biting his bottom lip.

-

The day had come for Seokjins’ arrival. Mania: the God of Obsessive Love. This time Yoongi opted to see him personally in the council room. Kiku, the Earth Nymph Queen and his wife stood by his side despite her wish not to see this God again. In the last banquet, Seokjin had less than pleasant things to say to her and Yoongi was on the verge of announcing war. Thankfully Namjoon broke apart the fight, telling them to separate until they calm down.

Black robe train slithered across the white polished stone floor. When Yoongi remembered Seokjin, he saw a plump skinned charmer who saw the world as a trail of possibilities. Today he stood in front of a thinning man. “I thank you for welcoming me back after my horrible behaviour in the last banquet.” Seokjin spoke in his truest charm but it was changed. There was a darkness under his eyes now and his previously plump skin became sunken with age.

Yoongi attempted a smile. “It’s forgotten.”

Beetle black eyes flickered to Kiku with the same deathly sleep-deprived expression. “And Lady Earth, I offer my humblest apologies.”

Kiku nodded in response without a word. Yoongi knew it was her way to tolerating this visit without giving her true opinion.

“I’m happy to be part of this excitement.” Seokjin intertwined his long fingers together like a spiders legs uncurling.

“Both Eros and Pragma will be participating.”

“How wonderful!”

“Jimin will also be giving his famous stories as entertainment with Goddess Gaias’ illusions. I know you enjoy them.”

“My favorites are of ours.” Seokjin always had his way to maintaining the memory of their history. The two oldest Gods of Love. Family and Obsession building the Realm of Love from scratch. There was a twisted beauty about that fact.

“The servants will help you to your temporary chamber in the Palace.” Yoongi nodded to the three servants awaiting his order. “Make yourself at home.”

Seokjin bowed and turned his heel, quietly expecting the servants to scurry after him.

Yoongi glanced over at Kiku. Her entire body exuded a sense of concern and a hint of anger, green vines were twirling around her fingers to relieve her stress. He held onto her hand, her skin as soft as a cloud. A silent comfort to reassure her that it’ll all be well.

-

Thousands of people in the Realm of Love crowded on the wooden pavilions, waving their flags of rainbow colours representing their favourite jousters. Excitement thrummed in the air with that hint of curiosity. Who would the Goddess Agape stand next to at the end of the festival? Some of the members of the crowd were already deep into debate as to which fighter would be the most appropriate.

At the center and best view of the arena, three velvet lined seats were placed. Yoongi sat in the middle with Kiku on his left and Belle on his right. A step lower than the seats were the three non-performing gods, Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok, the God of Self-Love.

Once the crowd was organized and ready, Yoongi stood up. He didn’t need to move an inch before everyone delved into an attentive silence. “Welcome to our esteemed competition, good people. The rules are simple. You are to clash with your partners in a fair joust and the winner will provide a favor of their colour to the Goddess.” He gestured to Belle. “The one with the most favors will win the match.” Yoongi waved his hand. “Let the games begin.”

A wave of applause and cheer welcomed the first jousting match between Taehyung and an Earth Nymph. Their gold and silver armor glinted against the summer light. Another trail of pin-drop silence as the jousters had their lances ready. Belle kept her eyes on Eros as most of the crowd did. No one expected him to be much of a sportsman but his blooming friendship with Jungkook seemed to have influenced his new hobbies.

With a clap, the stallions galloped towards each other. In a pounding rise of suspense, they grew closer. Closer. Closer. Taehyung smashed the lance against the Earth Nymphs’ chest earning a wild applause.

He reached the other side and one of the servants gave him a white favor for his victory. Taehyung rode out to the platform where Belle sat. Keeping his half-lidded gaze, he kissed the favor and had it levitate towards the Goddess. “For you, my lady.”

Belle smiled and gently accepted the favor. She gave a short bow to acknowledge his gift.

Another series of matches continued on but what Belle truly waited for arrived around five matches later. She may have counted in her head until she saw the red flag matched with green.

Jungkook rode in his glinting obsidian armor and black stallion that had the most beautiful silver mane. He was a picture of magic. Lances at the ready, the crowd stills with anticipation. The Earth Nymph rides first and Jungkook follows suit a few seconds later. There were some murmurs that the God lost his focus in the midst of the match. They soon found out it was another reason altogether.

The sheer brute force of Jungkooks’ lance nearly cracked the Earth Nymphs’ armor and had them falling off their horse. Due to the leather straps, the Nymphs’ struggling body was still being dragged by the stallion while servants tried to get them to safety.

Belle stared at the fallen Nymph in worry, feeling a bit guilty for the sheer excitement brimming through her body at Jungkooks’ explosive victory. He brought a red favor. This time Belle stood up from her chair as the beautiful stallion closed in. Moving down the step platform with Namjoons’ help, she took a moment to caress the stallions’ head.

“For you, my lady.” Jungkook handed her the red favor.

Belle accepted it, feeling the warmth of his palm and the heat exuding from it. “My lord,” she muttered before turning on her heel. Perhaps it was too blatant of an action for her favoritism but she didn’t care.

Yoongi noticed the flushed pleasure on Belles’ face. He couldn’t help but chuckle, rubbing his lips and instinctively holding Kikus’ hand. A part of him remembered how the early thrills of a blossoming relationship felt like. The more Belle smiled, the more he felt grateful for this tournament.

Jungkook stayed still on the spot just watching Belle move back up to her platform. His body and soul grew too comfortable in her aura that it made him dizzy. When the Goddess sat down and faced him, he shook himself back to reality. Giving a quick bow, he rode back for the rest of the tournament.

***

Night fell into a deep blue blanket of sky and the remnants of thrill from the tournament celebrated with ale, dancing and pleasure. Jungkook had last seen Taehyung in a bedroom full of the most beautiful Nymphs and the smell of incense. With the look on his face, one could only imagine what was going on in there. He, however, was called to Seokjins’ chamber.

He knocked on the door four times and announced himself before Seokjin invited him in with a chirpy tone.

“Welcome, Jungkook!” Seokjin was about the only person other than Yoongi who could call him that. “I hope you had fun in the tournament.” He gestured for him to sit at the dining table.

“Sword fighting is more my favourite—” Jungkook relaxed on the chair, his tired muscles aching when it was finally resting. “—but I liked the favors idea.” He smiled.

“I’m sure you did.” Seokjin picked up an apple from the glass bowl and wiped it on his robe. “Keep going like this and our deal will go smoothly.”

His smile faded, fingers lightly tapping on the arm of his chair. “Do you think it’s fair? Sneaking up on the Goddess like this?”

“Don’t start getting a conscience now, my lord.” Seokjin chuckled. “When you were begging for your friends’ life, you said you’d kill the Goddess.”

Jungkook tasted something bitter on his tongue at the thought.

“Too bad that friend didn’t have your beautiful dedication to friendship.” He scrunched his nose. “Wind Nymphs, they’re a bit filmsy, aren’t they?”

Jungkook pressed his lips together, averting his gaze.

Seokjin let out a deep sigh, raising his palms. “Apologies.” The kindness of his gaze ended as soon as it started when he narrowed his gaze. The shadows cast under his eyes made him look more like a Demon than a God. “But we’re still on this deal, aren’t we?”

It wasn’t a request open for Jungkook to refuse. If he backed out of his deal then the price would be dire. Seokjin was an ancient God of Love like Yoongi. Entities like him could take a God or Nymphs’ powers, rotting their core soul into a Demon. An animalistic creature with no memory of their past self.

Jungkook was trapped the moment he thought of a deal with Seokjin. All he could do was nod and accept the betrayal he was going to perform.

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