#shrugged and muttered 'bastard fucking deserved it he know what he did' and fucking walked away. anakin never been prouder of
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i need content of codywan that just started working together like the first few months where their dynamic is cody barely resisting the urge to strangle his general and obi wan being like. already fucking head over heels for him.
like cody was expecting someone highly impressive based on his records so he obviously is excited to work with him cause his batchmates already met him on kamino and genosis and they all liked him which was, looking back, probably a prank on codys sanity and his bastard gremlin vode were absulately dying laughing at him. anyway so he obviously has high expectations and then this slutty "hello there" mf turns up with no self-preservation whatsoever, a feral demon child of a padawan, half the republic tailing him for every bullshit imaginable and beef with EVERY SINGLE SITH EVER???? WHICH HE SOLVES BY ???? FUCKING FLIRTING WITH THEM????? so you can imagine codys not having a great time.
meanwhile, obi wan daydreams about cody constantly. draws up their wedding invitations before even meeting him. praises him every opportunity he gets. kicks his feet and giggles about codys sarcastic comments ABOUT HIM while being in a room with CODY. stops talking in the middle of his sentence when he spots cody across the room and waves at him with the biggest smile possible. sets up regular sparring practices with the vode just so he MIGHT have an opportunity to be close to cody. labels the time when cody accidentally fell on him because of an explosion and touched his lips for 0.00001 milliseconds as their first kiss and gossips about it to quinlan. calls bant regularly to update her on everything cody does ever. buys every kind of tea and caf he can afford as an excuse to talk to cody and go into his courters. flirts with cody 24/7 and blushes tomato red when cody smirks at him and thinks about it so much he constantly walks into walls and tables and chairs and shinies and. breaks a table after cody stubs his toe into it. passes the fuck out when cody carries him this one (1) time, not bc of blood loss or anything simply too much attraction. constantly searches the force for codys signature even when they're not in the same system. calls him disgustingly sappy petnames in every other sentence. corners all of codys batchmates and asks thousands of questions about cody bc he cannot get them out of the man for the life of him and yes, wolffe, he absulately will die without knowing codys favorite color what kind of question is that. cody smiles once a month and obi wan thanks him everytime. cody hands him back his lightsaber for the first time and he proposes, loudly, cody ignores him completely and walks away. convinces anakin and ahsoka to drop "subtle" hints that he would be a good husband.
and everyone around them is having the time of their life watching codys right eye twitch whenever he's in a room with kenobi long enough while the man himself doesn't take his eyes off the commander during the entire 4 hour meeting and blushes everytime cody looks at him without a fail. cody barely refrains from throwing his datapad at his general when he suggests some self-sacrificing bullshit again.
it's truly like:
obi wan, beaming and eyes possibly gleaming with adoration: hello there, cody. how are you today?
cody, grinding his teeth together: fine, sir. wanted to talk to you about this report cause it's seems to be mistaken. surely, you're not thinking of blowing yourself up just so that TWO man, who are not even in any immediate danger whatsoever, can escape. right?
obi wan, brightening even further bc he loves their daily "banter": oh but of course, my dear, they're valuable men and anyway, i promised anakin he'd get to use the explosives this time.
cody, right eye starting to twitch horribly: right, of course, stupid of me to ask. one more thing, general, you wouldn't decommission me for anything i do, would you, sir ?
obi wan: what– darling, of course not. why would you–
cody: alright then [punches obi wan then walks away]
obi wan:
obi wan: i'm so in love with that man.
it's said that to this day obi wan still giggles in the most inappropriate times about that punch because cody was SO HANDSOME YOU DONT GET IT MACE THE LIGHT HIT HIM JUST RIGHT AND–
anyway codys hatred lasts till obi wan saves rex by putting himself in danger and when they get back, both bruised and bloody but amazingly alive and obi wan smiles at him like he always does with rex draped across his scarred shoulder, something in cody just settles and thinks. oh. oh. so this is what bly was talking about.
#this came to me in a dream#anakin wrinkles his nose and asks himself why would his dad be in love w the most boring mf ever then witnesses that punch and fucking#cheers cause he finally understands yeah the guy is great he once threw an orange at his masters head and obi wan was so busy staring into#his eyes he forgot to deflect and it him fair and square on the forehead and he fell backwards off his chair and everyone turned to cody#shrugged and muttered 'bastard fucking deserved it he know what he did' and fucking walked away. anakin never been prouder of#having a ba'vodu in his LIFE#anyways the point of all of this is thag obi wan is down TREMENDOUSLY and codys is unimpressed af and i need to see that more in fics#codywan#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#clone wars#tcw#sw#star wars#gay#also YOU KNOW i had to add bly YOU KNOW OK I AM TRULY CONVINCED HE WAS THE FIRST CLONE TO FALL IN LOVE AND TALK ABT ROMANTIC LOVE AND ALL#THAT SHIT AND THE VODE BEING SKEPTICAL LIKE IDK MAN MAYBE U WERE DROPPED AS A TUBIE TF ARE U TALKING ABOUT AND BLY INSISTING THAT 'JUST#ASK CODY HE UNDERSTAND' AND CODY BEING ABSULATELY MORTIFIED LIKE 'NO I DO NOT IF HE TRIED ANYTHING ID PUNCH HIM RED COULDN'T STOP ME THIS#TIME I WOUMD SO DO IT DO NOT TEST ME'#yes im in love with cody what about it honestly
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“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”
Putting most of this under a cut because dark stuff. Mentions of (but not heavy description of) sexual assault, abuse, miscarriage. There is violence. Alexis telling someone about some bad things that happened to them. Here we go.
The day started off badly. Alexis didn’t normally have nightmares about the past at least not ones they remembered, but sometimes they did happen and this day was an anniversary of a particularly bad day. Getting out of bed they had very seriously considered just staying home, and hoping Roman didn’t need them for anything. That seemed like letting Him win though. Like letting Sugiyama-Shachou win, and they hated that idea. Alexis dressed more or less normally except that day there was a touch more makeup giving them a bit more of a feminine cast, and for once they left their binder off. A sports bra on keeping things from bouncing much, and still keeping Alexis looking small in that department but there was something there all the same.
It’d been an attempt to spit in the face of those memories, and to let themselves start playing with all forms of gender once more. It’d also backfired in a way. Getting to a building Roman was in, and walking by a small group of men one had catcalled Alexis. Something Alexis would have let pass, but one of them had said exactly the worse thing possible on that day. “Hey lil mama! I’ll be visiting you later. Breed you like you deserve.” Alexis wasn’t sure if it was one of Roman’s men, or a friend of one of his men, or just some thug in the wrong place at the wrong time who didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut. It also didn’t matter. Alexis went for all intents, and purposes berserk.
It started off with a punch, and than moved into Alexis simply stomping on the man and kicking him as hard as they could while screaming at him in Japanese. Lips curled back they did everything they could to crush the man’s balls, and his face with a part of boots they’d decided to wear that day. By the time they got pulled off of him those boots were near ruined with blood. Getting shoved into the building it wasn’t long before they were before Roman who asked what had happened, and why. Alexis shrugged looking away making some excuse about over reacting, and how they just went too far. That if he wanted to punish them, or whatever fine. Roman for whatever reason, and Alexis certainly didn’t know pushed once again and Alexis muttered something about how the man had threatened to breed them. What ever was said next had Alexis finally react as they pulled their glasses off tossing them to one side, and perhaps for the first time ever shout at Roman.
“BECAUSE I WAS! BECAUSE THE MOTHER FUCKER WHO HELD ME CAPTIVE FOR OVER SEVEN YEARS WATCHED AS I GOT BRED AND THAN WHEN I MISCARRIED IN A FUCKING ROOM THE SIZE OF A PRISON CELL ASKED IF I WAS READY TO BE FUCKING OBEDIENT YET!” Hands shaking Alexis was fighting the urge not to cry as their teeth clenched down for a second. “Because this is the anniversary of my first miscarriage. Because I’ve had two miscarriages, and neither were the product of anything desired. Because I had a fucking nightmare last night, and tried to spit in the face of that memory by presenting a bit differently. Because the one fucking time I step out of being purely masc presenting some fucking piece of shit threatens to breed me. Because I am angry and alone and I fight so hard not to let fucking Sugiyama-Shachou win… and he did. He fucking won. Because I couldn’t keep saying no. I couldn’t keep refusing to work for him. Because the captivity, and pain, and abuse I could take but the miscarriage broke me.” Tears in their eyes from rage, and sorrow, and frustration glimmered as they stared at Roman. “He broke me, and I’ll never be who I was again. No matter how hard I try, and the piece of shit I stomped into the curb reminded me of all of that on the worse day possible. That’s it.”
The response they got was something they honestly didn’t expect.
I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.
Staring at the tall violent man before them Alexis took a slow deep breath. “I try to be better than I am. I don’t want to enjoy hurting people. I don’t want to be what he made me. I do though and I am, and I want him dead. I want to be there to see him die. I want to hurt him, and when he takes his last breath I want to be there to piss in his fucking eyes.” There was a darkness, and a rage flooding their eyes. A darkness that might actually approach Roman’s even as Alexis met his eyes. “There is very little I’d refuse to do if it means that Sugiyama-Shachou will end up dead. Sir.”
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So this happened. I don't write sex, I don't even write hinting at sex (anymore), and yet. Welp.
@brobonebang showed up on my dash, I laughed and loved the whole thing (Wincest is one of like maybe 3 ships I actually read smutty fics for, and the only ship of those that I actually properly ship), then I went to check out the prompts, saw the laundromat one, and my brain said "What if we wrote that? Right now?" and I did. I'm still confused, but also happy, because I actually wrote something that I finished and, more importantly, feel good enough about that I want to share it. And that last point made me even more confused, because, again, sex. What.
Anyway.
I had fun writing, and I hope you have fun reading.
Edited by me, with the help of LanguageTool.
Thank you to @rieraclaelin for reading it through for me and reassuring me it's okay to post it!
Any remaining mistakes are my own, please leave them alone.
Warnings:
Aside from what's already tagged, there are some small things I didn't want to tag because they're too minor, but that some people might want to avoid.
• There's an OFC (this is where the exhibitionism comes in). She doesn't really see anything, and the brothers stop when there's a risk that she will.
• Very brief cocksucking (and talk about future face fucking).
• Very, very mild incest kink, imo.
• And lastly, some mild teasing.
If you think any of these deserves their own warning tags, please let me know so I can fix it.
In the Laundromat
ao3
1895 words | Explicit
fandom: Supernatural
pairing: Wincest
characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
tags: Established Wincest, Brother/Brother Incest, PWP, Bottom Dean/Top Sam, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Sam Has a Large Penis, Cock Warming
“Hey, I’m bored,” Sam said and slid his hand down the back of Dean’s underwear, rubbing the pad of his index finger against his hole.
“Jesus, Sammy,” Dean muttered. “Here?”
They were in a laundromat late at night, and while the late hour reduced the risk of other people coming to do their laundry, it meant the place was fully lit up and everyone walking by could see them through all the many windows.
“We’ve done worse,” Sam said with a shrug., removing his hand, only to return it a moment later with spit slick fingers. Dean’s cock twitched, and he let out a small groan. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, okay,” Dean rasped, and Sam pushed his fingers inside him.
The double row of washers were between them and the entrance, Dean leaning against one of the washers they used with his elbows on top of it, so people wouldn’t see what they were up to unless they came inside. They could probably guess, though, but Dean didn’t get much time to worry about that before Sam pulled his underwear down his butt just enough to push his lubed cock inside him. That sneaky bastard. Dean’s eyelids fluttered as he breathed out a moan, and Sam gripped his hips and moaned against his neck.
They must be a sight, Dean in just a t-shirt, underwear, and shoes, with Sam standing behind him, wearing jeans and shoes, his naked chest pressed against Dean’s back as he pushed him against the washer.
Sam slowly fucked into him, keeping them fairly still as he kissed and mouthed and moaned on Dean’s neck. He snuck a hand down the front of Dean’s underwear, grabbing his cock, and Dean couldn’t stop a low groan.
The sound of the door opening had them both freezing on the spot, but the woman didn’t even glance at them as she walked up to a washer. Sam slowly straightened up and pressed his groin against Dean’s ass, gently rolling his hips as he filled him up.
Dean turned his head. “You bitch,” he breathed quietly enough that only Sam could hear him.
Sam chuckled against Dean’s hair. “Jerk,” he said, just as quietly.
He pressed hard against Dean, against the washer in front of him, and his light grip on Dean’s cock vibrated with the washer.
The woman slammed the door of her washer while Sam rolled his hips, then she sat down with a heavy sigh and pulled out a dog-eared book. She looked far away as she stared at the pages of the book, Dean doubted she was actually reading, or aware of anything going on around her.
Sam seemed to agree as he fucked into Dean, bending his knees to get the angle right. He kept his movements small and slow as he pressed Dean against the washer. But then the woman furrowed her brow, and Sam stilled again, wrapping his free arm around Dean’s shoulders, making it look like he was just hugging him from behind.
Then they stood there. Sam gently stroked and fondled Dean’s cock, and he occasionally shifted his weight and rolled his hips.
Dean wanted to fucking weep, he was so hard. He wanted Sam to grab his hips and fuck him hard, to bend him over one of the counters and take him apart with his cock. But he stayed still, just clenched Sam’s cock in his ass as he closed his eyes and tilted his head to press his mouth against Sam’s forearm.
Then the centrifuge cycle started, and Dean couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping as Sam’s hand vibrated on his cock. Sam’s soft chuckle jostled him gently, and Dean opened his mouth to put his teeth to Sam’s skin when he pushed his cock deeper into his ass.
It was a few minutes of torture, standing there pressed against a vibrating washer with Sam’s cock inside him, while Sam rolled his hips and fondled his cock. Sam put the head of Dean’s cock against the glass of the washer, and Dean twitched at the vibrations and muffled a moan against Sam’s forearm.
But then the centrifuge stopped and their washer was done, and Sam slipped out of Dean and nudged him to the side so he could open the door.
“Fucking asshole,” Dean muttered as he righted his underwear and uselessly tugged at his t-shirt in the hopes it would cover him up more.
Sam just grinned at him and gestured to the other washers they had running that were finishing up too. They moved all three of their loads to dryers, Sam had to tuck himself away and button his jeans when they started to move around, but the outline of his cock was clearly visible. And distracting as fuck.
“Come on,” Sam said once the dryers were going, and tugged Dean back to the washer. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders again and pressed his clothed erection against Dean’s ass.
“Bossy,” Dean muttered.
Sam laughed softly and nuzzled the side of his neck while slipping his free hand in between them to pull his cock out again. He tugged Dean’s underwear down, then slowly pressed his cock back inside him as he slid his hand around Dean and down his underwear to grip his cock.
“You’re comfy,” he said, and Dean huffed out a breath.
“Mhm,” he said.
Sam didn’t move, just stroked Dean’s cock while he leaned against him like the big lug he was. He sighed, seemingly perfectly content standing there with his cock in Dean’s ass while a woman tiredly stared unseeingly at a book just a few feet away. Dean tilted his head forward to hide a smile against Sam’s arm. He clenched around Sam, and the little hitch in Sam’s breath had his smile widening. But Sam quickly got his revenge, as he stroked Dean’s cock in a firm grip, making his breathing pick up no matter how hard he tried to keep it even and slow.
“Did you get a chance to look at the Cockatrice stuff, by the way?” Sam said, his voice low but not whispering, as if everything was normal and they were just having a regular laundromat conversation.
Dean lifted his head. “Uh, yeah, what the fuck was that, a rooster dragon medusa?” he said.
Sam probably rolled his eyes, his head shifted slightly behind Dean’s, but he pressed his mouth to the side of Dean’s neck in an almost-kiss. “Yeah, pretty much. Could be it,” he said.
“Mhm,” Dean agreed and clenched around Sam again. He didn’t like talking about their cases while they fucked, because it always made him horny while working their cases. But on the other hand, he liked tormenting Sam with his horny and he liked stopping for quickies in the car, so really, it wasn’t so bad. Except when they couldn’t pause for some release, but they usually made time.
Sam squeezed Dean’s cock and ran his thumb over the head in revenge, and Dean muffled his moan against his arm, while Sam kept talking about the case. It probably was a Cockatrice, but Dean wasn’t focusing too well on what Sam was saying, not when he kept stroking his cock and shifting his weight, pulling out an inch or two and then pushing back in, on a couple of occasions hard enough to make Dean grunt. He managed to keep the conversation going, but it was mostly to keep up appearances, to make it look like they were just standing there, hugging and talking.
He really fucking hoped the woman wasn’t gonna dry her stuff too, or they’d have to leave hard, and he hated leaving hard.
When her washer was on the centrifuge stage, Sam put his mouth to Dean’s ear to speak. “I want to bend you over the counter and fuck you, let her see you take my cock,” he said in a low whisper.
His breath made Dean shiver, and his words made Dean’s cock twitch.
Dean turned his head towards Sam. “Want to show off your big cock, baby brother?” he asked, just as quietly, smirking when Sam breathed out a small whimper against his cheek.
“Yeah,” Sam rasped, “and show her how well my big brother takes it.”
“Yeah,” Dean whispered. Fuck, she needed to leave ASAP, or they would have problems.
As if hearing his thought, her washer slowed down and came to a stop, and both Sam and Dean stood perfectly still, only Sam’s hand moved on Dean’s cock. The woman twitched when her washer beeped, and she quickly put her book away and stuffed her wet laundry in a bag, then she left the laundromat.
“Oh, thank fuck,” Dean said as soon as the door closed behind her.
“Yeah,” Sam said and grabbed Dean’s hips to pull him back and start to fuck him properly, finally letting him feel the full length of him. “Oh, fuck, Dean, I’m so close, Jesus.”
“Yeah, come on, baby,” Dean said, and Sam did the little whine-grunt he always did when Dean called him baby when they fucked.
“I’ve got you,” he grunted, fucking Dean harder.
“I want you to fuck my face,” Dean said, and Sam swore and came with a loud groan.
“Oh, fuck, fuck you, fuck,” Sam said, and Dean grinned.
“Okay, maybe later, then,” he said.
“God, shut up, fuck, come on,” Sam said, pulling out of Dean and dropping to his knees. Dean hadn’t more than turned around before Sam’s mouth was on him, sucking him in, and he shoved two fingers up his ass too, making Dean groan.
“Oh, God, Sammy, fuck,” Dean said, and Sam moaned around him. Dean’s eyelids fluttered, but he looked at Sam and smiled. “Yeah, you’re so pretty on your knees for me, baby.”
Sam closed his eyes and moaned again, but he quickly looked at Dean again, his eyes big. He knew exactly what he was doing to Dean, looking at him like that.
“Fuck me, Jesus,” Dean said, and came down Sam’s throat.
Sam sucked Dean through it and swallowed it all with a pleased smile on his face. He pulled off and the smile turned into a grin.
“Not Jesus, but—”
“Oh, shut up,” Dean interrupted with a short laugh, and Sam smoothly stood up and tucked himself away, still grinning. A grin that only widened when Dean pulled his underwear in place and made a face at how sticky he was. “Good thing we washed my jeans, they totally won’t be ruined on the way to the motel.”
Sam shrugged and put his own sticky fingers in his mouth, sucking his own come from them from where they had been buried in Dean’s ass just a moment ago, and Dean pushed his arm hard enough to make him stumble to the side and laugh.
“You’re so fucking gross,” Dean said.
“At least my jeans are still clean,” Sam said smugly.
“I changed my mind, I don’t want you to fuck my face,” Dean said. Well, he did, but he wanted to make him come in his own pants more.
“Sure, whatever you say,” Sam said. He knew Dean far too well.
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They hadn’t more than closed the motel room door behind them before Dean was on his knees, pawing at Sam’s jeans to get his cock out. Eh. He’d get his revenge soon enough.
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Foe of the Guide (Clierra Multichapter fic)
Sierra Rossi's parents died in front of her because of Giovanni Pasini and his family's invention, the Guide. Oppressed by years by corruption and greed, she comes of age to fight against those who have wronged the world she lives in. She just didn't expect to fall in love along the way.
Chapter Six: Riot
Sierra walks through the town square once again, eyeing for anyone that might see Kaito and get suspicious.
"So today's the day?" Sierra mutters loud enough for her mic to pic up.
"Yup! You just need to walk by Giovanni's office for Kaito to fly near and we can find his office that way." Spark replied, excitement obvious in his tone.
"We should get a good amount of info if he's using his computer." Blanche says.
"What if someone suspects me?" Sierra asks. "They'll wonder what I'm doing near Pasini Enterprises."
"It has that huge, overbuilt fence in front of it." Candela waves her off. "You're just another citizen walking in front of it."
Sierra shrugs, deciding to heed the word of the fiery trainer. Candela was right, dozens of citizens walked in front of that cursed building, either to glare at it as they passed or stare in awe for the fools who genuinely believed the Pasinis were saving them.
She walks a few blocks down and there it is.
The Pasini Enterprises building was by far the tallest building in the city, with drones flying to it then flying away once Giovanni watched all the incidents that they recorded that day. It felt as though you had to crane your neck in a painful way just to look at the top building.
Sierra swore she would cheer when they were to tear it down one day.
"Sierra, look!" Candela gasps as she points Kaito forward.
Sierra gasps inaudibly as she sees a whole crowd in front of Pasini Enterprise's fence, yelling and holding up signs that read "DOWN WITH PASINI", "GIOVANNI GO TO HELL", among other things.
Two officers guarded the main gate while other officers pushed the advancing crowd back.
"You Grumpigs deserve whatever he throws at ya!" An elderly man spat at them, saliva flying from his lips as he spoke. "I hope you all rot!"
"What the heck happened here?" Spark asks.
"I-I don't know, let's find out." Sierra hisses, running to the crowd. She puts her hand on an older woman's shoulder.
"What's going on?" The brunette asks.
"That bastard's gone too far, that's what!" The woman snaps. "He jailed Professor Oak for conspiracy to stop this bullshit business!"
"Professor Oak?!" Blanche gasps. "Willow's mentor!"
Sierra gasps herself, horrified that the sweet old man was jailed. "H-How did he...?" She manages to get out.
"One of those stars damned drones followed him when he walked to his office late one night and saw from the window what Oak was planning!" The woman growls. "It's total Tauros-crap! That man is adored by the community! Whatthe hell ever happened to freedom of speech?!"
"We lost it when the Pasinis got greedy." Sierra thought bitterly. She felt her own anger building up, Oak was kind to her when Willow brought her to visit him. He always asked her how she was doing and offering her snacks and tea if she was hungry, telling her her parents must be so proud in the Eternal Ground*.
Kaito watched her glare grow angrier and she clenched her fists so tight that if she wasn't wearing her gloves, her palms would bleed.
"Sierra, I know you're angry, stars knows we are too but you need to keep calm." Blanche says "Don't draw attention to yourself."
Sierra tried to take deep breaths, trying to soothe herself.
Just then, one of the officers threw a can into the crowd, near Sierra's feet.
"SHIT, TEAR GAS!" A man yelled. "RUN, EVERYONE!!"
Screams erupted through the crowd as they all scrambled to get away as a cloud of liquid sprayed from the can. Some were already coughing and grabbing at their eyes as they ran, screaming in agony.
Sierra coughed hard, her vision now blurry and her eyes feeling a burning she had never felt before.
"Fuck!" She screamed, stumbling and reaching one hand out to feel her surroundings, the other holding her eyes. "THIS FUCKING HURTS!"
"Sierra"! Blanche gasped. "S-Stay right where you are, we'll come get you-!"
That's when it happened. She felt someone grab her hand.
"What the fuck?!" She gasped.
"Don't worry, it's me, I got you!" A familiar deep voice hissed.
"C-Cliff?!" She coughs as Cliff gently pulls her to him.
"Cliff? That guard you know?" Spark asks.
Sierra opts to ignore him, letting Cliff guide her. "W-Where are we going?!"
"To the nearest Pokecenter down the road!" Cliff says. "Just stay with me, you'll be fine!"
Sierra feels her head spinning, trying to blame the tear gas rather than the fact Cliff is holding her so tight to him.
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*The Eternal Ground is my name for Heaven here, I don't know if the word Heaven is canon in the PokeVerse, but I like this better lmao
#pokemon go#pokemon#leader sierra#leader cliff#team go rocket leader sierra#team go rocket leader cliff#clierra#cliff x sierra#sierra x cliff
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Both Ends Burning: Teaser
Vices Assemble: Chapter 5.1/?
Pairing: crime bosses!Stucky x fem reader
Words: ~1.8k
Summary: Steve isn’t too happy with how you handled things while he and Bucky were out of town.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m and f receiving oral, anal play, mmf threesome, mild daddy kink), almost no plot, sub Bucky, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: I’m steadily working on completing this whole chapter, but felt like giving you all a little teaser since this section is pretty standalone. Enjoy!!
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Steve had been sullen and grumbly for the past 12 hours.
He’d been hesitant to leave you in charge while he and Bucky had to negotiate in Toronto, but Buck was adamant you could handle it, that they trusted you enough to make you number three and share their bed with you, they should be able to trust you to handle operations for a weekend. Plus, Sam was going to be there with you, what was the worst that could happen?
Apparently, you killing one of their capos by throwing him off a roof in front of the rest of them was the worst that could happen. Sam had sounded like he had been holding back laughter when he gave him the call, and Steve hadn’t even given him the chance to explain what had happened before he was almost crushing his phone in his fist.
Bucky was nothing but amused at the whole situation. Steve was such a drama queen, of course he was going to throw a damn tantrum. He muttered mindless endearments at his partner as he ranted on the flight back to New York, rolling his eyes as he listened to the man lament ever bringing you into the fold for what felt like the hundredth time.
“Baby, don’t act like that pussy wouldn’t have sucked you in no matter what.” God, the man was stubborn. You’d already made them a shit ton of money implementing your changes to their distribution network, but Steve needed to be in control.
“No, that’s all you Buck.” Still fuming like an volcano, he was constantly going back and forth between slapping your gorgeous face when he saw you and fucking the shit out of you until you agreed to be reasonable. “I’m not the one who thinks with my dick.”
“Maybe, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have you whipped, though, daddy.” Bucky just laughed when Steve growled at him, leave it to that cocky bastard to start using his pet name against him. You were such a bad influence.
They stopped their conversation when they pulled up to the offices, Steve shrugging uncomfortably when he stepped out of the town car and ignoring Bucky’s eager grin as he tried to come up with a way to get a handle on you.
He thought he might soften once he actually set eyes on you, but when they walked into the office to find you with your feet propped on the desk and sipping some gin while you laughed uproariously at something Sam said just made him angrier.
“Well, hello there boys!” You beamed between the two of them, winking wickedly at Steve before opening your arms to Bucky and letting him kiss you deeply when he crawled into your lap. “Did you miss me?”
“Get the fuck out, Sam.” Steve ran his hand over his face in frustration, glaring at you as you nipped at Bucky’s lips while keeping your eyes fixed on his.
“Sure thing, boss.” The man just shook his head as he stood from his lounging position. “Boss.” He nodded to Bucky. “Boss lady.”
“Bye Sammy!” You purred when Bucky started nuzzling at your throat, giving Steve a mocking pout. “That was awful rude, Stevie. What’s got your panties in a bunch?”
“Seriously?” He just scoffed at you, trying not to lose focus when Bucky ripped your blouse open and popped your tits out of your bra so he could suck on your nipples with a low hum. “The name Gentry mean anything to you?”
“Oh, that.” You bit your bottom lip teasingly, tangling your fingers in Bucky’s hair while he whined against your breast. “That fucker deserved it.”
“I dunno what our most established lieutenant could have possibly done to deserve getting thrown off a fucking building.” He was trying his absolute best to keep from getting hard, but when you spread your legs wide so Buck could slide between them he almost lost it. “Please, enlighten me.”
“He- oh Bucky, baby, fuck.” Your eyelids fluttered when he dragged his tongue over your clothed core, the soft moan that escaped from you making Steve’s cock twitch. “He was stealing from you.”
“What?! Bucky, give it a fucking rest!” His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were creaking, the veins in his neck bulging as he tried to restrain himself from striding forward and ripping his baby boy from between your thighs so he could bury himself in you and fuck out his frustration.
“Nu-uh, you stay right there, baby.” You wrapped your thighs around Bucky’s head and held him close, grinding your hips into his face as he tugged your panties to the side and started dragging his tongue over your pussy in slow stripes. “That dumbass so-called ‘King of Manhattan’ started fudging his sales as soon as you brought in that new shit from Miami. God, Buck, right there.” His lips wrapped around your clit and you arched your back into him. “Trying to poach your established clients too, had to let the other assholes know that wouldn’t be tolerated.”
Steve was furious. Aside from the fact that one of those morons they had let roll over from the previous organization had betrayed, the fact that you had been right about not trusting those idiots was making him see red.
“What about the others?” He was going to murder someone, he didn’t think he’d ever been this angry, all he wanted was to fuck you and Bucky until he couldn’t think anymore.
“I’m auditing the other boroughs now… mmm.” Bucky must’ve found the right spot, because your entire body jolted suddenly while you let out a satisfied hum and almost snapped his neck with your thighs. “Aww, looks like daddy’s mad, why don’t you go help him out, baby?”
Bucky whined when you tilted his chin back with one finger, his eyes blown wide and his cheeks and chin covered in your slick as he turned slowly on his knees to face Steve. The blonde growled from deep in his chest when you stood up and gripped Bucky’s jaw, dragging him forward until you were practically throwing him at Steve’s feet. You bent to give him a sloppy kiss before straightening back up and cupping his cheek gently, using your other hand to undo Steve’s belt while you mouthed at his neck.
“You’re a manipulative bitch, you know that?” He rolled his eyes before turning his head to smash his lips to yours, groaning when you freed his cock and wrapped your fingers around it to slap against Bucky’s cheek.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m so good at my fucking job.” You purred when he sucked a bruise against your jaw, drawing your fist over his length while you guided Bucky’s head so he could suck on his balls. “Just fucking relax, Stevie.”
You gave Bucky a light slap before shoving Steve’s cock in his mouth, smirking at the desperate, muffled keen that escaped from his painfully stretched lips when he started fucking his own face. Steve let out a low moan when you stroked his tongue with yours, one of your hands winding through his hair while the other yanked his trousers the rest of the way down.
“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?” He gasped when you released him, pressing your lips over the curve of his shoulder while your hand slid down his spine and slowly traced over the upper curve of his ass. “Baby, Jesus.”
“Look at you taking such good care of your daddy, pretty boy.” Bucky whined around Steve’s cock at your praise, blinking up at him with big doe eyes while drool leaked from the corners of his mouth. “To answer your question, Stevie, I’m helping you relax.”
“Unh… fuck.” The way Steve’s voice cracked when you spat on his pretty hole before sliding a finger inside him had your clit throbbing, your chest pressed tight against his back as you kissed the back of his neck and started fucking him with your hand. “Oh god.”
“Close enough.” You could tell he wanted to growl at your cocky retort but then you were stroking his sweet spot and he couldn’t think about anything else.
Between the way you were stretching him open and Bucky was swallowing him whole his knees were starting to feel weak, his back arching when you slipped in a second finger so he could let you catch his lips with yours. Bucky was humming around Steve desperately as he gazed up at the two of you, his cock twitching as he brought a hand up to wind his fingers through Steve’s with a needy little whine.
“Shh, didn’t forget about you, baby.” Steve broke away from you reluctantly so he could look down at Buck, stroking his hair soothing as he started grinding his hips against his face. “Look so fucking pretty on your knees for your daddy. You want me to fill that gorgeous mouth with my cum?”
The pitiful whimper he let out was the only answer Steve needed, his pleasure already so close with the way you were milking him. You practically squeezed him from the inside and he choked on a moan, shoving his hips into Bucky’s face as his cock jerked and thick, warm ribbons of his cum shot against the roof of his mouth. He almost collapsed when you kept fucking him through it, prolonging his pleasure until poor Bucky was almost suffocating from the sheer volume of it.
“Buck? You good, pretty boy?” You were practically holding Steve up when he pulled out of Bucky’s mouth, running your fingers over his chest and beaming at the filthy grin the brunette gave you. “See Stevie? Nice and relaxed. You boys might want to get cleaned up, we’ve got a meeting in an hour. Something about a dead lieutenant.”
Steve couldn’t even muster the will to get angry as he collapsed into the chair behind him, running his fingers through Bucky’s hair when he rested his head on his knee and panted.
“Told ya, daddy.” Ok, now his annoyance was starting to come back. “She’s got you whipped.”
“You fucking brat.” He ignored the low chuckle Bucky gave him, his lips tracing over his thigh before he nuzzled into his hips. “I’m gonna take that sass out on your ass in front of that bitch tonight, just you fucking wait.”
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He’s just like the sun. Daryl Dixon x Reader 18+ Smut
*Second ever Fanfic! Exciting! I hope you guys enjoy this! Please let me know if there is anything you’d change about it or anything you like! I would love some tips on how to improve! I will warn it does get pretty dark at points, but the story just kind of got away from me again haha! Younger reader and Older Daryl for the anonymous request! Hope this has lived up to your expectations! Hope y’all having a lovely day <3*
Warnings!: Domestic violence, Heavy cursing, Violence and Smut
Summary: Daryl had saved you from a herd of walkers, When you reached Alexandria he became distant and you started dating Spencer. He stayed away from you fully until Carol brought it to his attention that Spencer could be hurting you. Long slow burn. Smutty ending with Confessions of love :)
Part Two Part three
“Good morning baby” He said rolling on top of you kissing you swiftly.
“Good Mornin’ Spence' You replied squirming uncomfortably.
He enveloped you in his arms around you pulling you closer to him.
“Sorry Spence, but carol’s expecting me. I really have to go!”
His eyes flashed dark, He finally released you. “So just Carol? Or is there anyone else you will be seeing today?”
You pushed your hand to the back of your neck rubbing it uncomfortably. “Urm yeah i think it’s just carol, She did say something about Rosita popping by to give us a hand”
“Well you know what to do if anyone else turns up right? Or should I remind you?” He said with a smirk now.
Your eyes met his panicked now “No i promise only Carol and Rosita. I know what to do i promise baby”
Ugh you hated calling him that but you knew it worked. You looked back at him and could see your words had placated him for now. Running to the bathroom you quickly got ready for the day, Checking over your appearance in the mirror you were satisfied that everything would look normal to anyone looking at her. You tucked your shirt into your jeans wincing as you did to make sure this didn’t rise up and left the bathroom. Sighing a breath of relief when you saw that Spencer had gotten up and left. Running a hand through your hair you ran downstairs, laced your boots up hastily, Leapt off the porch and headed towards Carol’s house.
You always loved your days with Carol, She was the most incredible woman. Tough, unrelenting and takes no nonsense but yet the mother of the group and loves everyone unconditionally, You’re pretty sure she would die for any one of you. She made you feel safe and at ease which is two feelings that were hard to come by these days.
Smiling as you saw Carol in the front garden digging. You ran over and saw that there was a tray sitting on the porch with two cups of tea and some pancakes waiting. She nodded towards the porch “Go on help yourself Y/N. I'll be over in a minute” Another reason you just loved Carol. She. was. The. best. Cook. Even something as simple as pancakes you knew were going to be delicious. “So I heard through the grapevine it’s your birthday soon?” Carol asked. You smiled at her “Yeah,I’ll be 22 on April 16th. Not that i’m even sure when that is now”
“It seems silly now but sometimes i wonder what it would of been like to have my first drink, Never got a chance with the end of well….everything”
Carol looked over at you and checked the calendar. “Deana told me the date when we got here and I've been marking it ever since. Looks to be a week on Tuesday! Got anything nice planned?” “Nah, Just another day to me now!” You said shrugging.
“Is Spencer planning anything?”
“Um not sure, I don’t think i’ve told him if i'm honest”
“Well tell me then. If you could have anything in the world what would it be”
You smiled the answer coming so easy to you now “A sunflower, I would really love to see a sunflower again”
Carol nodded at you. “Now that would be something”
Smiling happily again as you sat down you pulled a plate of pancakes on your lap and ravenously ate groaning as you did. “Carol, these are sooo good. What’s the secret?”
“Y’all know if i tell you, i’d have to kill you” She said with a light hearted laugh and a wink.
You had quickly finished your plate using the tea to wash it down. You thanked Carol, Grabbed the tray and walked in to clean the dishes. Carol followed in behind you talking about the day’s tasks. You didn’t really pay much attention as you were happy to do whatever as long as you weren’t stuck at home or with him.
That’s when you heard him “Mornin’ Carol any o’ those fer me?” You body froze with fear, You needed to get out of here NOW. You scrubbed the plates and mugs as quick as you could and set them on the side of the sink to try. Spinning around you grabbed a dish cloth and wiped your hands. “I’m so sorry Carol, I just remembered I promised Spencer something, I have to go. I’ll see you soon?”
You started making your way briskly towards the door when a hand grabbed your wrist. “Y/N There a problem here?” You were too scared to look him in the eye, Those were your weakness so bright and beautiful. “No Daryl, Just cant be here” You muttered staring at your feet silently begging him to push and save you, But in true shy Daryl fashion he released your arm still staring at you.
Carol cleared her throat “I thought you had made a promise not that you couldn’t be here?” She walked over to you, also staring at you intensely. “Same thing, Not allowed. Promised Spencer” Carol’s eyes burned looking at you she grabbed your face pulling your eyes up to meet yours. “Not allowed?” She asked softer than you expected. You nodded your head slightly “Please Carol i have to go” You begged her scared. She gripped your face tighter, Her eyes wandering quickly across your face. You ripped your face from her hands and Carol gasped. Panic building in you again you turned and ran through the front door with Carol and Daryl hot on your heels.
As you hit the pavement you ran straight into him, You froze again,Fear in your eyes, your eyes downcast..
Spencer looked at you then looked at the porch seeing them both there he wrapped his hand around your lower back digging his nails painfully into your side. You jumped slightly. Spencer put his lips to your ear and whispered “Smile and wave and say goodbye to your friends” Putting an emphasis on the word friends. Tears stung your eyes.
You looked up at carol placing an unconvincing smile on your face, “Bye guys, Thank you for breakfast Carol” The second the words had left your mouth Spencer was dragging you by the hip back to the house your eyes still not leaving Carol’s in a wordless plea.
Back on the porch Carol turned to Daryl “Fuck, We gotta do something about that” “Bout what?” he asked puzzled “God Daryl you can be so blind sometimes!” “Didn’t you see her neck when she was leaving, Those bruises were finger marks. I’d bet my life on it” He looked over at Carol shocked “He like Ed?” She nodded mouth forming a thin line “The one thing that bastard was good for is he taught me to see the signs of that evil in others, That fear was mine not too long ago” She continued “We can’t just get involved that won’t help we need to watch him and catch him at it so he can’t make her lie”
Daryl felt like something inside him had broken, He couldn’t believe that prick was doing this to her, To Y/N, A Girl like that deserved to be treated like an angel. He wished he could have told her how he felt before all this and saved her the pain.
He had loved her from the first moment he had laid eyes on her. He had been the one to find her when they were on the road to DC. She was alone trying to fight off a herd of walkers with a determined look in her eye. Daryl had known he wasn’t supposed to get involved; he was supposed to be just observing and reporting back to the group. But the look in her eye had made him charge forward “Hey!! Over here! Follow me!” She hadn’t even given it a second thought she just ran towards him and swung her leg over the back of his motorbike and they had ridden off. It had happened so quickly neither of them had the chance to wonder if the other could be dangerous. They both had connected at a base level without suspicion.
Daryl had forced his bike to its limits, hightailing it back to the group with her arms around him. When he got back to them Rick had rushed forward to greet them looking warily at the pair, Daryl stopped the bike and started trying to explain to his friend when she fell sideways from the bike. Having to explain to the group that he didn’t even know her name was difficult but he just had to save her. By way of an explanation he just said “Any woman tha faces down a hoard alone earnt her chance”
Daryl hadn’t left her side until she woke up. Seeing his reaction to this woman the group didn’t question it and just accepted her as one of their own.
Daryl smiled thinking back to all the moments you two had been together on the road to here, To alexandria which had quickly become home. Before here he had barely left your side, He had thought you were incredible. A complete badass. From the first day you had defended and helped the group as if they were already family. You were a perfect fit. You were everything he wasn’t Light and beautiful. He knew a woman like you would never want the dark twisted man he had become but he couldn’t stop himself from being around you. You were magnetic.
He never had the guts to tell you all of this, He knew you would reject him and everything your presence had healed in him would be shattered again. When they had gotten to Alexandria he had started seeing less of you as you had taken up your post at the infirmary and he had been going on more and more runs to keep the community fed and taken care of. He had started to wish for injuries just so he would have an excuse to feel your eye’s meet his again. He craved your touch with everything in him. But of course he could never tell you that, It would be so wrong of him. He was no good for you, he was atleast 20 years older for a start, An old redneck like him could never deserve a young beauty like you.
About a week after you had all gotten here someone else had noticed you. You seemed to rebuff his advances at first which gave Daryl hope. A few weeks later Daryl was sent on a long run and when he came back there you were on Spencer's porch wrapped in his arms, Laughing at his words. That memory was the most painful for him, He had just gotten up the guts after a very close call to tell you how much he loved you and needed you to be his and there you were, Someone else’s now.
He couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if you had in fact been his, He spent all of his nights wondering what it would be like to have you in his arms lay next to him, Wondering what your lips would feel like on his, How your skin would feel under his fingers, Your breath on his skin. All of these nights ended in a hurried and urgent tug as he let his mind imagine your hands were his. Moaning your name night after night. Always opening his eyes to the empty space beside him and the gripping pain in his chest.
“Daryl, Come in Daryl” Carol was waving her hand in front of your face. “Uhh Sorry, What did you say?”
“I said,'' Can you make an excuse to go to the infirmary tonight?” He balled his fists. He could definitely do that. He waited a few hours and then stormed towards the garage with Carol hot on his heels. He drew a deep breath and then punched his hand through the glass cabinet. Drawing his hand back and watching the blood seep down his wrist. Looking up at Carol expectantly “That’ll do nicely Daryl” With a glint in her eye. She turned and grabbed a rag off the side and wrapped it around his wrist. You go to the infirmary ill get Y/N. Daryl couldn’t feel the pain of what he had done yet, He could just feel the adrenaline rushing through him.
Carol ran across and down the street stopping to take a deep breath before knocking she heard a whimper from inside. Fixing a panicked look on her face she knocked urgently. A few moments later Spencer tore the door open, “What?” He demanded. Unfazed Carol replied “Hey spence! I’m sorry to intrude so late but we need Y/N Its urgent” She smiled sweetly at him. “Whatever you need her for you either tell me or you can wait till tomorrow” Showing him the blood on her hands. “Well um there was an accident and we can’t find denise.” She said in an innocent voice. Hearing this you appeared at the door and looked up at spencer. “I need to go, I promise i'll be quick…. Please?” You smoothed your hair over your neck again and started out of the door towards Carol when Spencer caught your wrist pulling you back to him. “You better be, I aint done with you yet” He growled into your ear, Then pushed his lips to yours put a fake smile on his face “Okay honey, Be Careful”
You took this moment to pull your arm from his following Carol pressing her for more information. You arrived at the infirmary and saw Daryl on the steps blood dripping down his hand onto the steps. You unlocked the door and ushered him and Carol inside.
Sitting Daryl down and not meeting his eyes you delicately removed the rag from his wrist and grimaced. Knowing better than to ask questions you set to work with a pair of tweezers and started removing the glass shards from his hand and wrist before cleaning the wound, Stitching and bandaging it as quick as you could. You braved a glimpse upwards and saw his eyes searching your body and then your eyes.
Seeing those beautiful blue eyes hit yours you were fighting the tears. You wanted to spill and tell him everything. He had always had that effect on you all he had to do was look at you and you wanted to pour yourself into him. You had loved him from the very beginning, From the moment your eyes met you had craved him, Craved those beautiful strong arms around you keeping you safe from the world.
You had always wished he would show even a spark of interest towards you, Well he was always around but he acted so indifferent.
Engrossed in his eyes just staring at each other it was like there was no one else in the world, He was the sun pulling you in. His hand came up and moved the hair from your face, His fingers lingering before moving your hair completely away from your neck, his eye’s darting downwards inspecting you. His eyes grew dark then “Please Y/N what has he done to you?” his eyes were fixed on your neck as he reached forward and brushed his fingers across your throat tracing the bruises.
Your breath hitched in your throat enjoying his touch. Carol cleared her throat from the corner “Guys we got company” Daryl dropped his hand and darted forwards blocking the doorway as it flung open.
Spencer, He was fucking everywhere.
“Can i help you?” Daryl growled. “What are you doing man, Where’s my girl?” Spencer asked. “She’s Busy and she’s gon be busy for a long time. Why don’t you take off kid” Daryl said still not moving from spencer’s way “I’ll take off when i’ve got my girl, Get the fuck out of the way” You could hear the change in his tone turn from polite to the voice that sent fear through your bones.
You stepped forward. “I’m right here. It’s okay i won't be long” Daryl looked back at you pained “Yeah ya will. We aint letting ya go back with him” Roaring “Fucking look at yaself Y/N look at those bruises!” He span back at spencer “Ya needa take a fuckin hike, Touch her again ill kill you” He growled. Spencer looked amused “Yeah, Ok redneck scurry on to your moonshine and skinning possums'' He half laughed. “You think that little bitch wants you? She’s mine. Now get your ass here Y/N before i get fucking angry.”
Daryl was heaving now Carol rushed forwards and grabbed his arms as he went to lunge forward. You forced your body forward in between them both tears freely running down your face now. “It’s okay, Daryl I’m okay. I’m not worth it” You winced when you felt Spencer's hands dig into your already bruised hips again. Daryl saw this “Ya gotta be kiddin me Y/N Ya worth 10 o’ him'' His eyes searched yours again desperate. “Please Daryl don’t make this any worse” “You heard her white trash” Spencer then pulled you from the room back down the infirmary steps, Daryl watched as he pulled her down the street and threw her back through the front door”
Anger boiling through his veins he took off in the other direction, grabbed his bike and took off out of the gate and into the night.
A week had passed since that night, It had taken a week to recover from the beating he gave you. You knew the rules No talking to either of them now. You were to go to work and come home, No more out of hours calls. You watched when Daryl finally rode back into town. Covered in walker blood his face still contorted in anger when he rushed back into the house. You saw the light come on in the basement and watched as he smashed up what few belongings he had before settling onto his bed. This had become your favourite pass time you loved that you could see straight into his room and the garage when he was in there. Spencer had already noted they could see into this house and had kept the curtains drawn on all rooms at all times.
When you finally did go back to work Spencer walked you to and from the infirmary for the first week until he started to relax again. You liked it better when he relaxed, He could be sweet and loving towards you and you did everything you could to prolong it to avoid his rages again.
On the tuesday you now knew was your birthday, You went to work with a half smile on your face. Denise pointed over to a desk “That was dropped off for you earlier” You walked over and found a slightly dirty Pin. Flipping it over you saw it was a beautiful painted sunflower. Beaming you turned back to denise “Who was it?” “Ahh sworn to secrecy! Sorry Y/N” You playfully growled at her “ooh terrified! I’m more scared of them, than I am of you Y/N Sorry still not telling!” You laughed and decided to let it go and just enjoy your beautiful thoughtful gift.
Since Spencer had relaxed he had let you walk to work and back alone on the second day of this you heard him. “Y/N wait up!” Shit not now! What if he’s watching. You darted your eyes around and picked up the pace towards home. Running to catch up with you, Daryl ran in front of you and made you stop.
“Please not now Daryl, If he sees...I’m not allowed….I’m not allowed to be near you” You stuttered. You gazed up at him pleading. His eyes went hard. “No! NO! I aint allowing it! Ya not going back to him Y/N I aint allowing him to hurt ya again!” You started shaking at his raised voice. Daryl noticed this and looked to be struggling with himself before finally lunging towards you and taking your head in his hands making your eyes stay on his. There it was again he was the sun and you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to.
“I love ya Y/N, I fuckin love ya! I can’t watch him not treat you like how you deserve! I’ll take care of you please, please let me i'll protect you with everythin i have!” His eyes looked wild and desperate. You couldn’t stop yourself, you pushed your lips forward meeting his hurriedly matching his desperation. The world could have ended again right then. You wouldn’t have cared one bit as he wrapped his arms around you and you melted into him feeling safe at last.
Your hands made their way to his hair no longer caring who was watching and pulled him closer to you. He pulled away reluctantly. “Come on we’re getting ya stuff now. I’m not having ya there for another second '' Your brain still foggy you nodded giggling and let him pull you towards your house. Panic setting in again. Spencer should still be on guard duty the house should be empty so why were you so afraid.
You looked back at Daryl and melted again. “Wait here, I won't be long, there's not much I need” He nodded at you taking a defensive stance and staring into the street.
You ran up the stairs and threw the door open shutting it softly behind you and ran up the stairs grabbed your bag from under the bed and stuffing clothes in at random, Next you turned to the bathroom and grabbed your tooth brush and other bits. Smiling at yourself in the mirror not recognising the happy woman in front of you.
It was then you saw him leaning against the doorway behind you. “That was quite a show Y/N, Well there’s only one thing for it! You ain’t goin nowhere with him with fuckin nobody but me bitch” He smirked at you and dove forward grabbing fistfuls of hair in his hands he threw your head forward smashing it into the mirror. You screamed begging him to let go as he continued to pull your head back and hit it back into the wall. You could feel the blood running down your face. Clouding your eyesight. Suddenly the hands were gone you gripped the sink fighting to stay up right. Grabbing a cloth and rubbing the blood out of your eyes you saw Spencer being dragged from the room. You followed as quick as your stumbling legs would carry you.
You made it out onto the street to see spencer in the middle of the road and Daryl over him punching everywhere he could “I fuckin told ya, I’d Fuckin told ya i’d kill ya” He was screaming into his face. You looked around and saw a crowd had formed. Deana, Spencer’s mother was screaming for Daryl to stop. Which brought Rick and the others running. Carol ran straight for you taking your head in her hands and pulling you close. Whispering “It’s okay now Y/N. It’s okay i’ve got you”
Rick ran straight at Daryl pulling him away from Spencer. Spencer pulled himself up and spat the blood from his mouth glaring at you now He pulled himself to his feet stumbling, eyes locked on you glaring he screamed “You little bitch” and ran at you. Rick couldn’t restrain Daryl any more as Daryl ran forward grabbing Spencer and throwing him to the ground again just before he reached you. Rick and a few others ran forward again and stood in front of you guarding you from Spencer. Daryl saw the fear in your eyes and rounded back on him.
Crouching over Spencer on the floor Daryl yelled “Ya don’t listen do ya, Rick was trying to save ya miserable piece of shit life” He punched him again. “Me, I want to see ya as an undead asshole and I wanna be the one to do it, So keep pushing it Spencer” He pulled his crossbow from off his back and pointed it at the man on the ground, his chest heaving now. A strangled cry left your throat then.
Pushing yourself out of Carol’s arms you made your way to Daryl, You put your hand over his on the bow and pushed it down. Internally begging him to look at you. He finally did “Please Daryl it doesn’t matter, I don’t matter. I won’t have you being a murderer for me”
Daryl’s eyes softened before turning back to spencer “Twice in a day someone else has saved ya fuckin life. Don’ even think about coming near her again. I even smell you near her or catch you looking at MY WOMAN again. ill rip ya fucking eyes out” He roared
Deanna was at her sons side now “He gets it please, Please leave so i can take my son home”
Daryl turned to you “Come on baby, We need to go home too” He dropped his crossbow back over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you to him and pressing his lips to your forehead. You instantly relaxed grinning into him and you let him guide you again over to his house and down to his basement. You looked at him sadly when he pulled his arms from around your shoulders and turned to lock the door behind you pulling the deadbolt across.
He turned smiling at you “Come on let’s get a good look at ya” Putting his hand in yours he brought you to the bed and sat you down inspecting the gash on your head. “We needa get you to Denise to get ya patched up” You grimaced “No she will be busy with him, I can do it. You got a needle and wire?” He looked at you shocked “Um yeah somewhere here” He busied himself getting those for you. He came back to you with them and some rubbing alcohol and bandages “Ya sure ya don’t want Denise? I’d do it but i'd probably make it worse” You smiled at him again sighing “It’s okay Daryl, It’s not my first rodeo” You made your way to the mirror and calmly cleaning and stitching yourself up.
Daryl was half fascinated and half horrified as he watched you work. You looked so calm and didn’t even flinch when you were stitching yourself. It disturbed him to know you had probably gotten used to giving yourself medical attention. He waited patiently for you to be done. When you finally made your way back to him he pulled you back into his arms breathing deeply “I ain’t ever gonna let anyone hurt ya again Y/N not ever.”
You reluctantly pulled yourself away now looking up at him with tired eyes. “I um didn’t get a chance to get my bag. Could I borrow something? I think I need to lie down, If that’s okay? Or I could go ask Carol if she minds me going upstairs?”
“Ya kiddin aren’t ya? I aint letting you out of my sight” Getting nervous suddenly “Unless ya don’t want to be here. I aint gonna force you to stay or anything else'' You smiled at him again “Daryl i want to be here, With you. It’s all i’ve ever wanted” He grinned relieved, turned to his dresser and pulled out one of his shirts. “This alright?”
You pulled the shirt up to your face smelling it briefly, It was clean but still smelled distinctly like motor oil and cigarettes. Just like him. You smiled sweetly at him “It’s perfect, Thank you”
You looked pointedly at him, He laughed awkwardly, lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling above giving you your privacy. You slowly started removing your clothes wincing at points where your skin was still tender. Gratefully pulling his shirt over you and Scooping your hair out of the neck.
“I don’t suppose the infamous Daryl Dixon owns a comb or brush does he?” You said amused. He jumped up again grabbing a brush from another drawer and bringing it over to you. His eyes assessed you “I don’t think ya going to manage to brush that out. Needs washin”
“Oh and you're the authority on washing now?” You winked at him. You brought your hand to your hair and realised he probably had a point, Looking at him meekly this time. “Sorry I'm being such pain. Would you mind?” “Course not Darlin” He led you to the bathroom just off his room. He grabbed a towel and some shampoo from the cupboard and handed them to you, He turned the shower on “Give it a sec, Generator needs ta kick in”
You shooed him out of the bathroom, Unwillingly pulling his shirt back off you and stepped under the shower. You couldn’t help but cry out the pain in your head was back, You ran your hand through your hair and felt a sharp pain in your palm. Reaching back you pulled out a piece of mirror that had embedded itself in your scalp, dropped it and let your head back into the water again, Whimpering again as you did.
Daryl came crashing back into the bathroom “Y/N You okay?” “I'm okay” You stuttered. Not convinced he lingered in the doorway a moment more before leaving.
The pain had started to recede and you enjoyed the water cascading over you. Once you had managed to wash the blood from your face and hair you turned the water off and stood naked in front of the mirror assessing the general damage to your body. This isn’t something you usually liked to do but it was time for the denial to be lifted and face facts.
Daryl heard the water shut off and when you hadn’t reappeared after a few minutes he went to check on you again and thats where he found you on the floor sobbing holding your chest. He rushed down to you and scooped you into his arms still naked and shaking from the cold.
“It’s okay Y/N I got ya now, I got ya always” He carried you to the bed pulling the towel with you and wrapping it around you. He lay you down on the bed stepping back. He finally saw the marks he had been searching for on you for weeks and he wished he hadn’t. They were everywhere old and new mixed together indistinguishable from each other.
He dropped to his knees at the side of the bed burying his head into the mattress at the side of you. “Y/N please tell me what to do, Ya want him dead. I’ll do it, Ya wanna leave, I’ll take ya. Ya want to be alone, Ya can have my home. Please tell me what you want. Anything. I’ll get it Ya.”
You looked at him sleepily “I just want to sleep” He looked at you standing and pulled the covers over you. “Okay, Ya need me shout and i'll be upstairs” You looked at him and panicked “No please don’t leave me” He ran his hand through his hand and was suddenly nervous again.
“Ok, Y/N move over” He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you toward him, You nuzzled into his shoulder. “Thank you” You murmured groggily and fell into a deep sleep instantly feeling safe.
Daryl lay by her side all night. Watching over her as she slept. The adrenaline was still pumping through his veins from the day's events, He looked over at you worried as you started mumbling and thrashing in your sleep. He tried to calm you by pulling you closer to him and whispering “It’s ok Y/N Your safe now.” Her mumbilings became more frantic “noo, Pleasee stop” Daryl’s heart felt like it was breaking as he held you.
Suddenly you jolted upright sitting up with the ghost of a scream on your lips. You jumped up and dove across the room panicking, Collapsing into the corner hyperventilating. He was on you in seconds pulling you close again. Telling you it was going to be okay. It took you a minute to realise you really were safe and you relaxed into his arms allowing him to carry you back to the bed.
You stayed by Daryl’s side for the next few days, They had been amazing, Everything was starting to feel like it was before Spencer; Spencer had been staying with Deanna while he recovered from the beating Daryl gave him which gave you a chance to clear everything of yours out of there. You were offered the house but with the memories you had there you couldn’t stay and besides you were much happier in that little basement room with Daryl than you had been in that huge house with him.
Rick had agreed with Deanna that Spencer was to stay in her home and be monitored for as long as it took to see he had learnt his lesson and would stay away from you. The alternative being that Rick would let Daryl do what he wanted to him or he would be banished from the town. Depending on the severity of his possible future actions.
Daryl hadn’t said a word to you about that day since, You can understand him not mentioning Spencer or those events but he hadn’t brought up the kiss or made any form of move since. You had come to think that he hadn’t meant it and that was just him trying to get through to you.
You really wanted to hate him for it, For making you believe someone as amazing as him could possibly care about you but Maybe Spencer was right, Maybe he was the only one who could ever love you. The thought was painful but just as you had decided to face facts about what he had done to you, You also needed to face facts about yourself and your limitations.
It was only when you were both alone in bed that he ever slightly lowered his walls, When he would open his arms to you in bed and you would both snuggle while you slept. You would always wake alone with Daryl either working in the garage or out running jobs for Rick.
One morning you woke up alone as always and found Daryl in the kitchen waiting for you, Trying to keep the grin from your face “Good morning!” You said brightly. He looked at you exhausted. “Mornin Y/N, I have to go on a run may be a day or two, You gonna be okay?”
“Oh, Yeah sure. Do you need me to find somewhere else to stay while you're gone?” The happiness at seeing him already dissipating. “Course not, Me and Carol want ya here. Ya welcome for as long as ya want.” He then muttered “I don’t ever want ya to leave” under his breath.
“Thank you Daryl, You don’t know how much this means to me, so…? when are you leaving?”
“Uhm, Now actually. Just wanted to wait for ya to get up to let ya know, Anythin ya want me to keep an eye out for?” “No Daryl it’s ok. I couldn’t live with myself if anyone got hurt looking for something I wanted. The only thing I need is for you to come back to me, Unhurt…. Promise?” He smiled briefly at her taking her hand in his. “I promise Y/N. I promised to protect ya, It’ll take more than a few walkers to stop me keepin tha promise”
Cuddling up in bed that night you knew it would be difficult to get any sleep, It always was when he left even before when you were with Spencer. You could never quite get a decent night's sleep until Daryl was home safe. You snuggled up to this pillow on his side of the bed breathing in his scent imagining his arms were wrapped around you safe.
Half way through the next day he returned. Daryl and the group came flooding through the doors of the infirmary carrying an unfamiliar woman between them, She was passed out with blood covering her clothes. Wishing you had a moment to greet him, You and Denise flew into action looking over the woman and cleaning any wounds you could find. Once you were done and determined that she hadn’t been bitten and had no life threatening wounds, You stepped back “Is it ok if i leave you to finish?” You asked denise. She looked to you and then to Daryl pacing at the other end “Yeah” She nodded. “Can you fill those guys in?” You nodded back at her and walked over to them.
“Hey, She’s ok. No severe injuries Just a bit dehydrated and probably hungry. Shouldn’t be too long before she wakes up.” A few relieved mutters were shared around the group before they departed for home to see their loved ones. You ran into Daryl’s arms and then held him in front of you checking over him for any cuts or marks that may need to be seen to. “m’ok , Really Y/N I’m ok jus’ tired. Can we go home? I needa talk to you” He looked at you desperately.
You nod your head taking his hand and following him towards your house.
As you were walking you could feel his fingers nervously gripping your hand. He stopped suddenly and stepped in front of you. Reaching his hand to your jumper brushing his fingers over your sunflower, You looked at him with sudden realisation. “It was you?”
“I heard ya with Carol that day, I couldn’t let your birthday go by and not get ya anything” He blushed looking away from you.
You reached up and caressed his face gently pulling his face to face you again. “Thank you Daryl. That was incredibly sweet.” You pushed yourself up towards him pressing your lips to his softly, He moaned and tangling his fingers into your hair pulling you closer.” Just like last time it was over far too quickly, He started pacing in front of you.
“No.no.no” he muttered “I can’t do this, It will take me weeks to forget again” He started pacing faster, his hands ripping at his hair.
“Daryl stop!” You grabbed his hands pulling them out of his hair. “Please look at me! Why can’t you do this?! You told me you loved me for fuck sake and then act like it never happened! Tell me why!!” You were almost screaming, battling with your tears. How could he turn a moment so perfect into such a mess!
“I’m 24 years older than ya, Did ya know that Y/N? I’m a filthy good for nuthin OLD redneck, I aint go no right to be with someone like ya! No matter what i want!!” He stopped pacing and looked straight at you again.
“I don’t care about your age! Why would that matter? What about what I want Daryl? You told me that night if i wanted anything you would get it for me, Well i’ve decided. I WANT YOU! It’s always been you!” Your tears are flowing freely now. The nosey neighbours of Alexandria started to gather at the noise, Trying to tune them out and you turned back to Daryl. “WELL? Don’t go all broody Dixon on me now!”
He looked torn between pain and anger at the scene you two were now creating. Still not speaking to you.
“You know what, Fuck you Dixon” You put your hands up to the sunflower pin he had got for you, You pulled it off and threw it at his head. He caught it easily, finally breaking his silence. “Ya got any idea what i went through to get this for ya!” He charged back at you, stopping inches from you.
“Ya should care, I’m no good Y/N, I don’t deserve ya” He gazed into your eyes those brilliant blue eyes misting over. “That ain't your decision or your place to tell me what i deserve. It’s mine” You glared at each other for a moment before he couldn’t take it any longer he gripped your face again slamming his lips to yours now, His tongue urgently pressing against your lips begging for entrance. You opened your lips moaning as his tongue touched yours and took charge of it, Kissing you furiously. You moaned into his mouth feeling your eyes rolling back in your head.
You had never had anyone kiss you like this before, Everything else melted away all of your anger, pain and fear. All that was left was him, Glorious, Gorgeous all consuming Daryl fucking Dixon.
You heard Carol chuckle behind you “Hey guys, You might wanna think about getting a room. You’ve got quite an audience here” Daryl smiled into your lips as he pulled away. He turned to Carol “Ya know what i think we will” Quick as a flash he had bent down and grabbed you behind your knees throwing you over his shoulder and running with you back to your home and down into your favourite place. When he had locked the door he turned to the bed with you still over his shoulder and put you down gently on the bed.
“Did ya mean it Y/N? Ya really want me?” He looked down at you searching your eyes for an answer. “I have never wanted anything more in my life, I want you. I want all of you and i want it right now Daryl” You replied feeling the hunger from him burning you.
Still standing over you, His eyes growing dark. “Lie down” He growled..
Grinning you kicked off your shoes and pushed yourself up the bed laying your head on the pillow. He followed you shadowing your body with his pressing himself to you before leaning close to your face lips barely brushing yours.
“Tell me what else ya want Y/N…..Exactly what you want”
You looked at him nervously for a second seeing the lust in his eyes matching yours you decided to just go for it.
“I want your hands….Everywhere” As you spoke you felt his hands grab your hips moving slowly to your stomach then up and under your top. Frustratingly slowly, Your breath hitched as he finally pushed his hands to your breasts gripping them roughly.
He pulled his hands away and back down to the bottom of your shirt grabbing it and pulling it upwards you raised your arms and let him remove it fully. He reached back down to you, His hands quickly unclasping your bra and throwing it harshly at the wall. His hands were back to your chest, Rolling your nipples with his thumbs.
You moaned arching your back pushing your chest into his hands. He hit his hips into yours grinding on your core. “Oh shit Darylll” You moaned feeling how hard he was for you.
He moved his mouth to your chest feverishly kissing your breasts and nibbled on your nipple making you squirm. Daryl then kissed a line down your stomach to your hips stopping to bite each one gently.
Every touch was heaven, Every time he dragged his tongue over your soft skin it was like a thousand shocks spreading across your skin. He was undoing the zip on your jeans now, You lifted your hips to help him pull them off you. He settled between your legs pushing them wider open and running his finger over the material of your gratefully black lace underwear.
Daryl looked up at you. Lifting and turning you slightly to look at the back “Holy Shit ya need to wear these all the time!” Still without removing your panties he pressed his lips to your sensitive nub while his fingers scooped the lace out of his way. His fingers then moved to your opening feeling how dripping wet you had gotten for him.
“Shit Y/N that cuz of me?” He moaned as he pressed his lips back to your clit starting slowly circling his tongue around it and sucking gently. “Oh godd” You had never even get close to going down on you before, It was everything and more. You had to fight yourself from coming undone too soon, You wanted to savour every delicious second of this.
He plunged two fingers into you eliciting an even louder moan from you “Oh goddd Daryl! Please don’t stop, Don’t ever fucking stop.” You moaned between breaths. His mouth and fingers started moving quicker as he could feel your walls tightening on him and your breaths growing shorter, Panting for him. You couldn’t take any more and erupted feeling the wildfire of sensations running across your skin, Screaming his name. He slowed his fingers allowing you to ride your orgasm out onto him. When you slowed he put his lips further down on you licking every drop that gushed out of you. You entwined your fingers into his hair gently pulling him up towards you.
“You taste so sweet baby, I could do that all day” Your eyes grew hard as you felt your core growing hot again and the wetness returned at his words.
He leant down and gave you another kiss, You put your hands to his chest and pushed him onto his back on the bed.
“Your turn baby, I've been dreaming of getting my lips around you” You purred. “But first i need to see you, The man i’ve been dreaming of all this time” Moving your hands to his buttons he nodded at you briefly watching you crawl over him almost naked.
You quickly pulled his shirt off of him, Roaming your hands all over his tight muscled chest and down over his thick arms. Biting your bottom lip trying to memorise every single inch.
“If ya don’t stop biting that lip woman i ain't gonna give you a chance for those dreams to happen” He winked at you eyes blazing. You quickly dropped your hands to his jeans, Ripping his jeans and boxers down together and throwing them without a thought. You knelt between his legs licking your lips as you saw the size of him. He must’ve been at least 9 inches long. Your eyes went wide with need as you wrapped your hands around it you brought your mouth to his tip slowly licking the dew from the eye. Moving your hands you licked him from base to tip and swirled your tongue around the tip.
“Fuck Y/N Get that cock in your mouth now” He demanded. You didn’t need telling twice! You lowered your lips over him, Sheathing your teeth and pushing most of him in your mouth moaning as you felt his huge length hit the back of your throat.
“Y/N no gag reflex? Oh god how did i get so lucky” He groaned putting his hands into your hair and pushing your head back down. You choked as your mouth hit his base, your eyes watering, You hummed to vibrate your throat on his length before pulling up again. It was your turn to watch his eyes roll into the back of his head “Fuck Y/N fuckkkk Your mouth’s incredbile” You could feel your pressure building as you watched him fall apart under your lips. You bobbed your head faster and faster over him.
“Oh shit, Stop Y/N I’m gonna cum ” He moaned looking down at you seeing you had no intention of stopping. He started thrusting into your mouth meeting your lips in perfect time. It wasn’t long before he exploded down your throat holding your head down to his hilt while he emptied his load straight into your stomach. When he released your head you pulled off slowly then licked his full length clean swallowing every drop.
He watched you in wonder “Come here Y/N” You crawled back up him straddling his hips staring down at him sweetly. “Ya soooo fucking good at that” You brought your lips to his hungrily biting his bottom lip and started to grind your core onto him. You both moaned into each other's mouths enjoying the friction. You could already feel him below you growing harder again by the second.
“I need to feel you baby” You moaned into his lips. Daryl pushed himself upright and pulled you with him as he sat up against the bed head. Daryl put his hands under your hips lifting you up and positioning you over his cock, Swiftly moving your panties to the side he started to lower you on to him.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders holding your weight as you tried to fit more of him into you.
“Yesssss, So tight Y/N”. He groaned trying to push further. His eyes locked yours and saw you were struggling; he held you in place for a moment. “Ya ok?”
“I’m good, You're just so big.The biggest i ever…. It hurts a little” Softening his gaze He kissed you softly. “Let me help ya with that. He brought his mouth to your nipple swirling and nipping here and there while his hand snaked its way to your clit again following the same circle as his mouth, You could feel yourself getting wetter and able to take more of him in. You cautiously tested it out moving your hips slowly up and down until he had filled you fully. You thought he had felt good before it was nothing on this. Pure unadulterated ecstasy. You started moving faster, becoming more confident with the lack of pain.
Soon you were bouncing wildly onto his length screaming his name as he quickly brought you to another earth shattering orgasm. He brought your mouth to his kissing you swiftly “Shh baby ya know how thin these walls are. Carol & everyone on the street will be listening to ya!”
“Mmphh, I don’t fucking care let them hear how good my man is fucking me” You rode your high out enjoying every second when you slowed again Daryl lifted you again standing up with you still skewered on him, Carrying you over to the wall beside the door he slammed you into it. Bucking his hips into yours furiously.
“Y/N I’ve been waiting all ma daym life for a girl like you” He pushed his lips back to yours again. You melted into his lips his words dampening you for the third time, You hadn’t even known it was possible for someone to turn you on so much, To make you want them with every fibre of your being.
Daryl started panting faster now sweat dripping off of his glistening muscles, You could feel his cock twitching inside you as he jackhammered into you harder and harder each time.
“Ahhhh” You screamed “That’s it baby….Right there....Your cock is filling me so fucking good. Cum in me Daryl i need it”
“Oh fuck Y/N Ya so fucking tight, Ya fuckin incredible, I’m gonna cum for you Y/N”
You both hit your highs at the same time, You screaming his name into the air, eyes rolling backwards and him sinking his teeth into your shoulder exploding deep into you. You collapsed into his chest seeing stars as you felt him pulsing inside you, Your tight pussy milking him of every drop.
Panting Daryl carried you back to the bed laying you down gently and collapsing with you, He leant forward and pressed sweet loving kisses on your lips.
You curled into his chest exhausted, Looking up at him with pure love in your eyes.
“By the way, What you said that day….” He looked at you puzzled brain still cloudy coming down from his climax. He murmured into your hair. “What baby?”
“Well...I love you too. I always have” Daryl smiled into your hair. He chuckled “Well what a relief, How could i have ever known otherwise”
You jabbed him in the ribs gently “Hey, Not fair!” He pulled your face up to his and stared lovingly into your eyes.
“Ya know i love ya Y/N” His eyes grew serious. “I’d do anything for ya, I’d die for ya even”
Your lips met his in a sweet kiss. You couldn’t believe he was finally yours, Allll yours.
You snuggled into his chest feeling him tighten his arms around you and fell into a relaxed deep sleep.
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🌷 social media au where y/n posts an advertisement looking for a new place to stay that is closer to campus, causing seven upperclassmen to make it their mission to recruit her into their dormitories 🌷
A/N: THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I KINDA RUSHED IT AT THE END BUT HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SENSE?? anyway, yoongi didn’t do anything stupid (depending on your definition of stupid) so no need to worry about him being cringey,,, i spared you all from the secondhand embarrassment but i won’t be so kind next time!! anyway... enjoy || W.C. 3.8K
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By the time Seokjin’s phone begins to ring, Yoongi can already feel the dread settle deep inside his bones. The familiar coil of anxiety tightens around his throat like a vice, and Yoongi has to remember how to breathe to keep himself from fainting like a corseted Victorian lady.
“Well, that must be her!” Seokjin chimes, promptly declining your call without a glance. Yoongi catches a glimpse of your contact photo anyway: it’s an unflattering angle of you from below your neck, giving the illusion of a multitude of chins. If it were any other time, Yoongi might have smiled like a lovesick fool.
“Don’t you dare let her in here,” Yoongi seethes. He tries to sound menacing, but the effect is severely diminished by how badly his voice cracks. He tugs at Seokjin by the sleeve, but the older man refuses to budge. “Hyung, I’m serious. I know what you’re trying to do.”
“Are you done live-tweeting your confusion now? Finally got the memo? I always knew you were a smart boy,” Seokjin laughs, patting Yoongi on the shoulder with his tomato sauce-covered tongs. “Since we’re on the same page now, why don’t you change clothes while I finish cooking? I know your entire wardrobe is composed of the free t-shirts you got from job fairs, but it would do well to wear a clean, unstained shirt.”
Yoongi swipes at him, hissing like the catboy that he is. “You’re the one who wiped shit on me, asshole. And yes, I figured out what you are trying to do. You think you’re so slick, but I know that you’re just trying to embarrass me in front of Y/N!”
Seokjin shrugs. “It isn’t like I’m trying to be slick. I embarrass you all the time. Besides, I’m setting you up on a date with the love of your life! You should be thanking me, if I’m being honest.”
Yoongi stammers, his jaw dropping in shock. “Love of my–?”
Seokjin waves his tongs in his face, silencing him. “Oh, hush. Don’t even try to hide it, Yoongi. I figured out that you like Y/N. Your weird behavior finally makes sense! After years of you avoiding her, I always thought you were just bad at forming human connections, but turns out you’ve got a gigantic heart boner for my best friend!”
“Please don’t phrase it like that,” Yoongi groans, smashing his head against his kitchen counter. He hopes a few brain cells might have died, just so he can stop processing the words coming out of Seokjin’s mouth. “Actually, just please stop talking.”
Seokjin snorts in exasperation as if Yoongi was the dramatic one between them. “Point is, this is a favor that I’ve chosen to grant you from the goodness of my heart! As I said, I’m giving you the love life you deserve! So stop whining and get moving before Y/N gets up here.”
“There isn’t any goodness nor a heart inside of you. And more importantly, when was the last time you did anything for free, you capitalist bastard!”
Seokjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Yoongi-chi. You’ve already paid me for my services by offering me front row seats to watch you lose your fucking mind. And that, my friend, is priceless.”
“Aha! So you do admit that this is all just a ploy to humiliate me!” Yoongi shouts. He grabs a knife from his scabbard, pointing it threateningly at Seokjin. He doesn’t even flinch, instead gently guiding Yoongi by the wrist over to the chopping board where he had placed some garlic cloves beforehand. Without prompting, Yoongi’s hand begins to move, his culinary instincts taking over.
“Yes and no,” Seokjin admits as he grabs Yoongi’s cast iron pan from the top shelf (which he has never gotten to use since he bought it, ever since Seokjin had borrowed it once and placed it too high for him to retrieve.) “I’m honestly trying to help you out here, my dude. Besides, even if shit hits the fan, Y/N isn’t gonna think any less of you. She’s too much of an idiot to resent anyone.”
“Speaking from experience?” Yoongi huffs, eyeing him with intense vitriol. “Can’t say I understand how she’s gone this long without killing you.” The next time the two of them are alone together in the wilderness, he can’t promise that his hands won’t find their way around Seokjin’s throat, and it won’t be sexy.
“Hmm. Yeah, definitely,” he says, nodding absentmindedly. As he begins to season the steak, he hands the cast iron pan to Yoongi. “Start preheating this. We need it to be smoking hot before we can place the steak on there.”
“I know how to cook a steak, fucker. And who said you’re allowed to serve my Wagyu steak? I was saving that for a special occasion!”
Seokjin looks up from his ministrations long enough to raise a brow at him. “So going on your first ever date with Y/N isn’t considered a special occasion?”
Yoongi falters, eyes widening. “N-no, that’s not what I mean!” he defends hotly, but he quickly snaps out of it. “Wait, no! This is not a date! Not when both parties did not agree to any of this!”
Seokjin pauses from his cooking to place a perfectly manicured hand on his hip. “I mean, Y/N agreed to it, so are you going to reject her? Huh? Too good for her and my spaghetti?”
Yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No, she did not agree to this. She doesn’t even know you’re forcing her to eat lunch with me.”
“How can you say that with such certainty?” Seokjin challenges, puffing his cheeks. “You don’t even know what I told her!”
Except I do know what you said, Yoongi thinks darkly to himself. And more importantly, I know what she thinks you were implying. He is pretty sure that the words “crush on him during high school” have seared themselves underneath his eyelids forevermore.
But instead, he says, “Yeah, well. If what you told her is as vague as what you told me, I have a pretty good hunch that this is going to blow up into a huge misunderstanding.”
Like the absolute menace that he is, all Seokjin does is shrug nonchalantly. “Suppose you are right… Who cares? It’s not like the two of you are strangers, so I’m sure this is going to go great!”
“What the fuck? She is a stranger! I’ve literally only spoken two words to her in the past four years!” Yoongi seethes, his temple throbbing from an oncoming migraine.
Seokjin ignores him, as per his want. “Grab that plate, will you? I gotta plate the pasta before Y/N starts calling again to let her into the building,” he says, nudging the tongs into Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi squawks, quickly turning the stove off to keep the food from burning.
Seokjin tears off his (read: Yoongi’s) apron off, wiping his hands on his jeans with a quick smile. “Great! While you finish up here, I’ll distract Y/N for a bit in my room before I lead her in here, alright? You better hurry unless you want to keep her waiting!”
“Oh, like how you kept her waiting downstairs for the past–” Yoongi checks his wall clock, “–seven minutes?”
Seokjin cackles madly, rushing out the door. “Well, that’s where you and I differ, Yoongi-chi! I give no shits about how Y/N thinks about me, so good luck!” After sending Yoongi three flying kisses for good measure, Seokjin slams the door shut, leaving Yoongi to simmer in his bad life choices.
The worst choice that he’s ever made? Being friends with one (1) Kim Seokjin.
“God, just end me,” Yoongi mutters, placing his $80 steak on his pan. It sizzles deliciously, much like how his (nonexistent) love life is about to get burnt to a crisp.
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“Took you long enough.” You watch as Seokjin taunts you with a funny little dance by the lobby of his dormitory, the building receptionist not even batting an eye at his eccentricity. That’s the sad side effect of living in close proximity with Seokjin: you start getting desensitized to most things, not even flinching at the sight of a man without a functioning central nervous system.
Seokjin slides his card to open the door, finally allowing you entry. “Sorry. Got busy preparing your lunch! Which by the way, you should be thanking me for.”
“The moment I thank you for anything is the day that you slip on your own cum and die,” you grouse, nudging past him to get on the elevator first. You punch the button for the 5th floor before rapidly trying to close the elevator door on him. Unfortunately, Seokjin makes it in time before his ass gets clamped by the two steel doors.
“Thinking about my cum? Oh my, Y/N… I know you’ve had a dry spell for too long, but I didn’t think you’d be that desperate for some of my butter,” Seokjin says, leaning closely to wink at you.
Against your will, your cheeks brighten furiously, weakly pushing Seokjin away from you. “You wish. At least I don’t spend my spare time loitering outside the campus gym to ogle all the sweaty hot people.”
“And the invitation to join me still stands by the way!” Seokjin singsongs, leaping out of the elevator once you reach his floor. You walk side by side until you reach his room, but you catch him shooting a furtive glance at his next-door neighbor.
“Is Yoongi joining us for lunch?” you ask, failing to keep your curiosity from showing in your voice. If Yoongi does end up joining you for lunch (which has never happened in the past four years, convincing you that he must have a personal grudge against you), then at least it can confirm to you straight away that whatever this “date” is just another prank by Seokjin. You don’t know if you should be disappointed or grateful if it is just a joke.
Seokjin beams in response, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “You know what? He is going to join us, actually!”
He had been in the midst of unlocking his dorm when he changes direction, leading you to Yoongi’s door instead. He rifles through his other keys, and you notice one of them looks similar to his own house key, except with a Hello Kitty sticker on it. He pulls that key out and promptly unlocks Yoongi’s door without missing a beat.
What kind of weirdo must Yoongi be to give Seokjin a spare key to his dorm? You’d rather shit out a cactus than let Seokjin have free entry to your home whenever he pleases.
You hesitate by Yoongi’s door, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “Um, Seokjin? Are you sure it’s okay for me to–?”
“HONEY I’M HOOOOME!” Seokjin’s loud guffaw cuts you off before you can finish your question. He bursts through the door and leaves you by the hallway, and you watch as he nearly tackles Yoongi to the ground.
Yoongi, despite looking like he’s half the size of Seokjin on a good day, manages to keep upright despite how his back is now bent parallel to the floor. “Get off me!” he yells, roughly pushing Seokjin off of him.
Seokjin tumbles to the floor, but the shit-eating grin on his face hardly wavers. He points at you by the doorway, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Look, Yoongi-chi! I brought a guest!”
Yoongi spares you half a glance before returning his attention to whatever he was cooking. “I suppose you did.”
Okay, this date is definitely a joke. Why the hell did you even think for a second that Seokjin might have been into you?
“Um,” you stutter nervously. You grind your heel into the carpet self-consciously, your gaze downcast. “Hello, Yoongi. Sorry for the intrusion, by the way…”
“It’s fine,” Yoongi replies, albeit a little curtly. He clears his throat, his face still tilted away from you so you can’t tell if he’s genuinely annoyed or not.
You point a glare at Seokjin, who looks shamelessly pleased with himself. After taking a deep breath, you take your first steps into Yoongi’s home before gently closing the door.
As you look around at your new surroundings, you notice that his home is a lot cleaner than you would have expected, though you’re not exactly sure what you should have expected in the first place. It’s minimalist, but not in a barren type of way; it’s seems like Yoongi is fond of simple designs more than anything. It’s certainly a nice change of pace compared to Seokjin’s abomination of a room, with his vaguely yellow-stained bedsheets.
The smell of freshly cooked pasta and meat being grilled catches your senses immediately. You watch as Yoongi flips over a hefty piece of steak, the aroma causing your mouth to salivate instantly.
“I… What is… Huh?” you start, not knowing what to ask. You catch Seokjin snickering quietly to himself, but promptly shuts up when you mime punching him in the dick.
“It’ll be finished in a second. Why don’t you sit down?” Yoongi announces quietly, his gaze still fixed away from you. Confused but left with no other choice, you tentatively make your way to his couch, unable to relax as your spine remains ramrod straight and your jaw stays clenched.
You hear Seokjin shuffling behind you until he eventually makes his way to sit with you, plopping onto the couch as if it were his home. “Ah… I’m soooo hungry. Smells good, doesn’t it?” he asks you, his brow wiggling too much to be considered normal. Either that, or he was having a stroke.
“Yeah, it does,” you say, greatly uncomfortable. You peek at Yoongi once more, who is still dutifully attending to the steak. Making sure he isn’t looking, you twist Seokjin by the nipple, causing the elder to let out a high-pitched squeal. To an outsider, it might have almost sounded like he was being pleasured.
“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?” Seokjin whines, rubbing his tenderized nipples.
“You know what that was for,” you hiss, keeping your volume low. “What the hell are we doing here? Why are you making Yoongi cook for us?!”
“For us? It’s for you!” Seokjin snaps back. “Didn’t you say you would only come over if you got fed? Well, this is how you get fed!”
“I was under the assumption that you would be feeding me, not him!” you seethe. You check back on Yoongi, who still hasn’t looked your way once. “The poor boy… No wonder he doesn’t like me! He must think I’m as bad as you!”
Seokjin snorts. “Of course he likes you! This whole lunch date wouldn’t have even fucking happened if he wasn’t assdeep in lo–”
“Lunch is finished,” Yoongi interrupts loudly, his spatula rattling loudly against his pan. The sudden noise makes you jump away from Seokjin, who appears vaguely triumphant.
“T-thanks,” you stutter, standing up and resisting the random urge to shake his hand. Everything about this situation is so tense and awkward that it feels like you’re being filmed for a prank Youtube video or something. Knowing Seokjin, the odds of that happening are great.
“That’s my cue to leave then! Bye! You guys have fun!” Seokjin says, jumping to his feet.
You vaguely hear Yoongi gasp quietly when you launch yourself at Seokjin, just narrowly keeping from escaping. “Oh no, you don’t! Who said you could leave? You’re not going anywhere!”
But like the slippery snake that he is, Seokjin manages to wriggle out of your arms and hop over Yoongi’s coffee table to get to the door. “Too bad! I have classes to get to, so I gotta blast! Use this time to get to know each other or whatever it is that kids do these days,” he says, winking salaciously. With one final sputter of (evil) laughter, Seokjin makes his exit, leaving you and Yoongi to fester in some good ol’ fashioned discomforting silence.
“Um,” you say, just as Yoongi opens his mouth to say something too.
“No, you go first–”
“You go ahead–”
The two of you pause mid-sentence, staring at each other. You grin sheepishly at him, motioning for him to speak first.
He returns your smile half-heartedly. “So, um… I just wanted to say I’m sorry for letting Seokjin rope you into this. I tried stopping him, but… You know how he is.”
You laugh, sounding a little crazed even to your own ears. That’s the longest sentence you’ve ever heard him speak!
“Yeah, believe me… I am intimately aware of how he is. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t,” you joke.
Amazingly, your little quip makes his smile widen, his cheeks puffing up imperceptibly. “Glad we can agree that Seokjin has the amazing ability to ruin people’s lives. It’s almost welcoming to find solidarity in a shared experience.”
“Shared experience? Try shared trauma. That dude is a walking serotonin sucker,” you say dryly.
You don’t think what you said was remotely funny enough to warrant a laugh, but it causes Yoongi to let out a loud snort regardless. But the amusement on his face is short-lived, his cheeks going red in embarrassment. He slaps a hand to his mouth, breaking eye contact once more. “Oh fuck, that was so unflattering,” he groans, clearly mortified.
His blush, multiplied by his shy demeanor, makes you want to coo at him, but you doubt he’d take that too kindly. So instead, you change the subject to save him. “So, uhh… The food? You don’t have to give me any, by the way. I wouldn’t want you to waste your lunch on me or anything.”
Yoongi snaps out of his previous embarrassment, returning to the more familiar stoic expression you’ve come to associate with Yoongi. “No, that’s fine. Seokjin–er, rather… I made enough for two people, so it would be a waste if you didn’t eat at least some of it. But I don’t care either way if you want it or not.”
For two people? you wonder. So Yoongi had known Seokjin wasn’t going to join for lunch?
“Oh, if it’s fine with you…” you trail off, meekly making your way towards him. The spaghetti and steak look absolutely delicious, though you don’t need to tell him that when your stomach speaks for you. “Oh shit, that’s so embarrassing,” you say, your cheeks heating up this time.
Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. “Haven’t eaten breakfast yet, I assume? That’s pretty stupid if you ask me. Don’t you have class until 5? How the hell would you have survived until then?”
You choke in surprise. Where did all that sass suddenly come from? “Excuse me? I’m not stupid! I would’ve been fine with a sandwich from the cafeteria if you must know!” you say indignantly. You’re too busy being offended that you don’t fully comprehend his words, failing to notice how he had known you had class until 5 in the first place.
“Sure, whatever you say.” Rolling his eyes, Yoongi starts shifting through his cupboards and pulling out a pink tupperware. He begins to load them with food, nearly overflowing the containers with how much he tries to stuff in them.
“H-hey! What are you doing?”
“Packing your lunch. You have class in a bit, yeah? It’s almost 11:50 and it takes around 15 minutes to get to the main campus. You won’t have time to eat here and make it in time,” he says, pointing you with a look. “Wait. Did you have coffee this morning?”
“Yeah? So?” you ask, defensive. “Are you gonna call me stupid again for not having caffeine or something?”
“No,” he grunts. “If you’re caffeinated, then that means it should only take you 7 minutes to get to class.”
“That doesn’t even make sense!” you exclaim, but you can’t help letting out an incredulous laugh. “Wow. You’re kinda weird, did you know that?”
“You barely even know me, so how would you know?” he retorts. He finishes placing food into the tupperware and promptly clicks the lid in place. He offers it to you, smirking slightly.
You huff, but your ire is all for show. You aren’t actually annoyed by him–he’s just… different from what you expected. A little shy, a little rough around the edges… but you can tell he isn’t a bad guy. You understand why Seokjin loves to torment him; he seems like a fun person to tease.
“That can be amended,” you respond, taking the tupperware from him. Your fingers graze the backs of his hand by accident, causing him to quickly retract his hand as though he’d been burned. You nearly drop the container in surprise, but luckily your reflexes save your precious food just in time.
“Sorry. About… you know.” Yoongi gesticulates wildly, his gaze darting anywhere but at you.
You smile secretly to yourself, amused. Ah. He’s like a human seesaw. Blushy one second and grumpy the next. “No worries, Yoongi. I’ll be sure to return this container soon, so don’t you worry.”
Yoongi shrugs. “Keep it if you want. I don’t care either way.”
Says the guy who has an entire cupboard full of color coordinating food containers. “Roger that, Yoongi.”
Yoongi walks you out the door, pausing outside the hallway with you. “Do you…” he hesitates, swallowing loudly enough for you to hear. “Do you… want me to walk you out?”
His sudden offer almost makes you want to laugh, but you have a feeling he wouldn’t find it amusing at all. Instead, you just shake your head with a smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t get lost. I think I remember where the door is.”
He pouts, his lips jutting out cutely. “Yeah, well. I was just trying to be nice, but you do you.”
You giggle lightly, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. You were more than nice,” you say, winking for added effect. It does more than you thought it would, causing Yoongi’s cheeks to bloom once more.
With one last wave, you make your way out of the dormitory, your heart a little lighter than before.
“Huh. That was weird.” You glance at the pink little tupperware in your hands, its warmth keeping your hands safe from the winter chill. As you walk to class, your thoughts are filled with nothing but a shy boy with soft hands and even softer cheeks. Maybe Tuesday isn’t going to be so bad after all.
#btsghostie#bts social media au#bts smau#bts texts#bts fake texts#bts x reader#bts smut#bts fluff#bts#bts scenarios#bts imagines#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#jimin x reader#yoongi x reader#namjoon x reader#hoseok x reader#seokjin x reader
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Rowaelin Month - Day 5
prompt: I accidentally hit you with my car
extras: “You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?”
cw: language?
word count: 1.6k
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“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Aelin is aware she’s yelling.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” The guy is definitely yelling back so at least there’s that. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You just hit me with your car!”
Okay, so the attractive man yelling in the middle of the road might have a point.
“That was an accident,” she yells right back as she clambers out of her car. She rests her hand on the top of the bonnet, satisfied when there doesn’t appear to be any damage. That scratch across her front bumper was there way before today.
The man’s hands waver around his sides as he gapes at her. “And yet you still haven’t apologised.”
He sounds incredulous, which to be fair, is probably understandable.
“Oh yeah,” she says distractedly, running her eyes along the rest of her car just in case. “Sorry about that.”
The man barks out a surprisingly sexy, dark burst of laughter and it’s what finally drags her eyes over to him.
He’s tall, standing way above her as he watches her with a slightly shocked expression on his face. His hair is a shade of silver she’s never seen before, it’s not grey, definitely silver and she’s intrigued. He’s also built as fuck, his inked biceps bulging in his t-shirt as he brushes off his jeans. Jeans that cling to deliciously muscular legs. Aelin could certainly have run over someone less interesting.
He’s shaking his head as she reaches him, having sauntered over with a hand on her hip, and she’s delighted to find she has to tip her head fully back to look up at him. His eyes are very green this close up.
“You’re sorry?” he says, his tone full of complete bewilderment.
“I’m getting less sorry by the second,” she says with a shrug.
She doesn’t expect that to be what does it, but the bewilderment drops and a reluctant smile begins to crawl onto his pink lips. Aelin can work with this.
He shakes his head, but the smile stays. “You’d better watch it,” he says and his tone has changed too. The whisper of a threat has her pulse beginning to speed up.
Aelin puts her hand on her hip. “Or what?”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and Aelin is very aware of the motion even though this whole thing is fucking ludicrous. “You’re a bit of a firecracker then, hm?” he asks.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Aelin is insane, she decides and it seems this guy is over it. The smile she’d been enjoying so far is gone, wiped clean and replaced with an angry scowl. He’s still hot.
“No,” he states simply, and oof. “What I’d like is for you to not have run me over with your car.”
Aelin doesn’t speak for a few seconds as she reassesses her strategy. Somehow she really thought she’d turn this whole thing around.
“Think it’s a bit too late for that,” is what she settles on.
He looks to the sky, the motion highlighting the length of his throat and the thick muscles of his shoulders. It’s a pity really that this started how it did, she can think of a whole list of things she’d do to this man if he gave her the time of day.
Then he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like fucking childish and that train of thought has crashed and burned.
She raises an eyebrow because she knows what this expression normally does to men. He doesn’t back down, which is kind of getting the train back on the tracks. But no.
Bastard, she says with a flick of her brows.
He narrows his eyes. Brat.
Neither of them speak, and Aelin pours her efforts into the stand off instead of getting lost in the deep, forest green of his eyes. She can’t ignore the thrill running through her at the challenge this guy presents, her blood heats and a smile creeps up of its own accord.
Then he shakes his head and turns to leave.
“Do you not want my details to press charges? I can give you my number,” she calls as he begins to walk away.
He turns and hits her with a look of pure bewilderment that has her flipping the bird and storming back to her car.
Whatever. Next time she hits someone with her car she won’t be so polite.
She hasn’t been to this bar before, it’s on the other side of town to where they usually go out, but it’s closer to Elide’s new office so she suspects they’ll become regulars soon enough. Her friend’s text had come through only an hour before but it takes Aelin time to perfect her look. She’s almost there when another text comes through from Lysandra.
Are you coming or what?
Almost there, she types back as she thanks her Uber driver.
Lysandra’s reply pings almost immediately. Well hurry up there’s fit lads here and they’ve actually got good chat one of them legit got hit by a car today lol.
If Aelin wasn’t Aelin she’d have probably stumbled. Instead she lets out an almost silent groan and debates immediately ordering another Uber home. How many people do you think get hit by cars everyday? She’s hoping the number is high. In the least bad way possible.
She’s not sure what she did to deserve this—apart from hitting that guy with her car—but she’s a grown up she can face it and she pushes her way into the bar. She spots Elide and Lysandra easily and yep, that’s some silver hair and broad shoulders squashed against a dark haired guy and another blond.
This could be fun.
“Excuse me,” she says as she slides into the booth next to him. It’s a tight squeeze and his hand comes to her waist to settle her, the warmth of his fingers sinking into her bare skin. “Hi, great to meet you guys. I’m Aelin,” she says with a grin, daring this guy to kick off.
His gaze flashes to hers and his fingers tighten at her waist as his brow raises. “You,” is all he says.
“You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?” The corner of his lips quirk and she’s totally winning him over. She nods at his friends before turning to Elide and Lysandra. “Sorry I’m late, was really busy hitting this guy with my car.”
Lysandra and Elide blink as her announcement drops until his blond friend lets out a cackle.
“That was you?” he asks.
“The one and only,” she grins, holding out a hand for him to shake. “Aelin.”
“Fenrys.” He shakes her hand, a mischievous smile dawning on his handsome face and she likes him already. “I don’t know how or why it happened but thank you. I don’t think you understand how much it has made my life that you hit Rowan with your car.”
She laughs and feels the hot guy’s—Rowan’s—fingers tighten again at her waist. She glances at him and he realises his hand is still there at the same time she does and he pulls it back, resting it on his thigh. Right next to hers. She can get that hand to her thigh by the end of the night.
Aelin shrugs. “I think when you wander around in the middle of the road there’s always a chance. Look.” She turns to Rowan ignoring the soft laughter from the group.
“I wasn’t wandering around,” he says, his tone softer than she’s heard it so far. She likes the way his voice sounds when he’s trying not to laugh too. “There was a bird in the road I was trying to save. I’d much rather you hit me than the bird.”
Certain parts of her pulse at his revelation. Animal activist does it for her apparently.
“Okay,” she says, flicking her eyes across his truly handsome face. His green eyes are intense and they’re flicking across her face too. “I really am sorry I hit you with my car.” Another snort from Lysandra and Rowan’s dark-haired friend. “I would love it if we could move past this, it seems my friends are keen on you and your friends chilling with us tonight. Let me buy you a drink, make it up to you?”
She fixes him with a genuine smile, none of the flirty front she’s put up so far. Her offer is genuine.
The corner of his lips curl, like he wants to smile and Aelin sees it, her own grin breaking into something bright. He breaks, a low laugh tumbling over his lips as he shakes his head and Aelin giggles. She likes that sound.
He looks softer when he smiles too, the harsh line of his brow transforming into the crinkles by his eyes. “Okay,” he says and his accent curves around the word. “You can buy me a drink to apologise.”
“That I can do,” she says with a pat to his thigh. She can feel the thick muscle hidden beneath the denim and she may or may not run her hand down the length of his thigh as she slides out of the booth.
“Aelin,” he says, catching her hand in his as she turns away. He stands too, still delightfully taller than her. “I’ll get you a drink too.”
“What for?” she laughs. “You didn’t hit me with your car.”
He smiles, a confident curl of his lips, and squeezes her hand before he leads the way to the bar. “I’m hoping it will get me your number.”
#aelin is such a little shit in this one I love her lmao#rowaelin#rowaelinmonth#aelin galathynius#rowan whitethorn
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Falling for you ( Falling from grace) Jungkook x OC
Rated : 18 +
Warning : . Fuck buddies? Or rather enemies that have sex. They just really hate each other but also can’t keep their hands off each other.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6
“Are you sure you want to head back to work today, Areum? Hoseok told me that he would give you the rest of the week off if you like... That bruise on your face is looking pretty nasty.” My sister commented mildly, her eyes worried as she watched me dab concealer on the mottled purpling skin on my jaw.
“I need to finish a couple of reports by the weekend. And Namjoon oppa told me he wanted me to be there when we viewed the CCTV footage later today. It’s going to help getting that bastard fired.” I flinched at how bad this side of my face looked.
The bastard.
“He’s not fired yet?” My sister made a noise of outrage.
“Of course he is. There’s a restraining order against him. But formally he needs to be terminated and Namjoon wants to do it in a way that it goes on his record permanently. Especially considering he’s already out on bond.” I wrinkled my nose.
There wasn’t much chance of Junho going to prison over this but I definitely did not want him within fifty feet of me, ever again.
“Jungkook’s busy with his practice is it? I haven’t heard from him...” My sister prompted and I nodded.
“His big match is coming up on Sunday. That's like four days away ...he’s probably cooped up in that gym of his.”
“I know... Seokjin works out there too... its a great place...how come you’re never there?”
I frowned .
“He actually has me blacklisted. I’m not allowed inside the establishment. ” I muttered.
My sister’s eyes widened.
“What? Why?”
I shrugged. The memory was a good one and worth reliving. In fact i relived it quite often when I was particularly horny with only my own hands for relief.
“I seduced him against his favorite punching bag once and he had to get rid of it because the cum stains wouldn’t come off. He’s a petty jerk.” I grinned at my sister enjoying the way her eyes went wide as saucers. .
She stared at me slack jawed. And then she shook her head in disbelief.
“You talk about him this way but you always look like you're half way in love with him. I don’t know what is going on in your head when it comes to Jungkook.”
I laughed.
“I love him. Of course I do.... I’m pretty sure he cares about me too, “ I remembered how warm and content I’d felt when he’d held me, how the police officer had immediately concluded he was my boyfriend, simply from the concern radiating off him, “ But, I’m not going to push for anything. I like how we are ...now.”
“Friends with benefits.?”
“I prefer the term enemies who fuck” I winked and she groaned.
“Whatever you say. But remember, you’re going to have to DTR at some point and I hope you don’t get a shock if he isn’t on the same page. “
“Unlikely. Now go distract mom so I can slip out of the back door.”
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“That looks pretty fucking bad.” Hoseok winced when he saw me and I groaned.
“Don’t remind me. I ran into Namjoon on the way up and he swelled like a bullfrog. Is Jungkook in today?” I asked him brightly.
Hoseok frowned.
“you guys are awfully chummy these days ....Need I remind you about the clause on interpersonal relationships in the office?”
I flushed.
“We’re...not....I mean. We’re friends. “
“I thought the term was enemies who fuck.” Hoseok said thoughtfully and I jumped.
“What-?”
“Jungkook told me, you little brat. I asked him why he went over to the police station and broke Junho’s fucking jaw and he spilled...”
My own jaw came unhinged.
“ He what?!”
“He posted the bond money for the bastard himself to get him out and then apparently punched him hard enough to land him in the hospital.”
“Oh my God...is he in trouble?”
Hoseok sighed.
“Of course not... Mr. Jeon had it taken care off at once but I knew something was up . He’s too old to play knight in shining armor , unless there was something between you guys...”
I sighed.
“We’re in a purely physical relationship yes with of course a splattering of affection for each other. But nothing that deserves a label or close scrutiny from the HR dept. Please Hobi oppa, just let me be. “ I fluttered my lashes and he rolled his eyes.
“Just as long as you know that Jeon Jungkook is a chaebol. He’s not going to make a honest woman out of you.” Hoseok gave me a pointed look and I wondered if I really did wear my heart on my sleeve.
Apparently, everyone could sense that my feelings for Jungkook ran deeper than just lust and I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing.
“Anyway, yo answer you question, yes. He’s in his office right now.”
I made to turn away but Hoseok grabbed my wrist.
“You have thirty five memos to answer and seventeen appointments to schedule. Your desk is this way, I suggest you head in that direction.” His eyes glinted in a way that told me he was incredibly serious.
I pouted.
Fine... I’d wait for lunch to go meet Jungkook.
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Jungkook had a secretary of his own , the smitten Miss Lee and she gave me an angelic smile, telling me that Jungkook was out to meet someone in the marketing department. If there was anything important, I could leave it with her.
Declining the offer and thanking her, I made my way to the fireescape and the back stairwell. One of the doors opened to the emergency exit in Jungkook’s office and it took me a little bit of running around but I managed to locate it easily enough.
Jungkook had left the door open and less than ten minutes later , I was in his office, staring around in mild awe.
Weirdly enough, I’d never been here. before, mostly because Jungkook himself wasn’t in here all that much. But there was no mistaking that he actually did take his work seriously . I peered around the expensive drawing Tablet and the three or so monitor screens , the stylus tossed about.
It was probably a huge breach of his privacy but I couldn’t help but click on the mouse, watching his monitor come alive.
I blinked in disbelief when I realized what I was staring at.
“Oh my fuck...” I
I felt my face flood with heat as I stared at the screen.
It was a drawing of me.
I was completely naked , reclining against what looked like a thick white fur rug , with countless plush cushions scattered all around me. The snow white fur set off the golden glow of my skin and I noticed the attention to detail, the tiny mole in the corner of my hip, the small half moon scar on the edge of my collar bone and of course an impressive collection of hickeys on my neck and my inner thighs.
I looked the way I usually did when I was mouthing off at him, a little angry and rebellious, my eyes blazing with a challenge and my lips parted in annoyance . I had one hand resting right between my legs, two fingers pressed against the labia while the other two disappeared into me. The other hand lay on my breast, fingers tweaking one hard nipple .
I turned away quickly, breathing harshly as I realized that Jungkook had literally drawn an incredibly accurate drawing of me masturbating , purely from memory.
Not entirely sure if i should be angry at this or not, I tried to clear the hazy cloud of arousal that was beginning to settle all over me. I wasn’t angry.
I was just ridiculously turned on.
And incredibly curious if he had other pics of me.
I whirled back around to the computer and then nearly jumped out of my skin when I realized that Jungkook was leaning against the doorway, watching me with an amused smile on his face.
“Oh, fuck...” I clutched at my heart which felt like it was going to give out.
“Pretty sure your desk isn’t here, Areum. Are you lost?” He drawled, stepping away from the door and stalking over to me.
I stepped back quickly, the action purely instinctive.
“Did you punch Junho?” I asked sharply.
Jungkook gave me a small smile.
“That is a very mild way to put it yes. He’s gonna be eating through a straw for a couple of months , yes.”
I glared at him.
“What if you got arrested.” I folded my arms.
He laughed.
“Baby, come on. fucker had it coming. Anyway enough about that loser. Why are you hovering near my desk. Corporate espionage is generally frowned upon baby... Am i gonna have to spank you, you naughty girl?” He waggled his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes before walking up to his desk and turning the screen around to show the lewd artwork .
“how long have you been drawing me like that?” I pointed at the screen and Jungkook looked surprised.
Surprised but not particularly bothered.
“Ah... i love that one... Did you see the way I only drew four of your fingers between your legs baby, your thumb is supposed to be rubbing on your clit.... I was working on it when I got called away earlier....” He looked apologetic.
I felt like I had turned the exact shade of the marron carpet under my foot.
“Jungkook how long have you been drawing me naked...” I snapped.
“ Oh... probably the first time you let me see you naked.” He said nodding lightly and I stared at him.
“How come I’ve never heard of this?” I hissed and he gave me a grin.
“Because it’s for my own personal...use.” He grinned.
I glared at him.
“How many....?” I demanded.
Jungkook shrugged.
“50...? 60? Definitely at least fifty.” He said casually.
I stared at him.
“I wanna see them.” I said sharply. Jungkook sighed, like I was being a pain , which was so unfair it made me want to scream.
“Areum, I-”
“Jungkook?” A soft voice called from the outer office and I frowned when Jungkook startled.
“Oh, hey... Sana..... Come in.” His voice had shifted into something mild and pleasant and I felt my hackles rise.
“Oh..hello... Areum ssi...” The girl gave me a confused smile and I resisted the urge to fold my hands and demand what she was doing there. Instead , I moved away from behind Jungkook’s desk, grabbing a file.
“Good afternoon Sana ssi.” I smiled.
“I’m sorry, I missed lunch, Sana.... I wanted to give you this. “ Jungkook pulled out a small envelope from his jacket, smiling an absolutely angelic smile at her.
Sana looked suitably enthralled, her eyes trained greedily on his perfect face as she took the envelope.
“Oh.. are these--?”
“Tickets to my match on Sunday yes...” He smiled. “ I’m hoping you’ll be there.”
I felt my lungs expand as I took a deep breath to calm myself down. The urge to screech like a banshee was increasing by the second.
“Oh, I’ll be there for sure. I’ll be cheering you on from the front row, Jungkook !!” She all but bounced on her feet, looking positively giddy with excitement as she bowed to both of us and literally floated away.
I waited till she was fully gone before turning on him.
“There better be another envelope in there with my name on it.” I gritted out.
Jungkook grinned wide at that, eyes dancing with mirth.
“In my jacket? Not really. But there’s something much better in my pants with your name on it. Want me to whip it out for you baby?? “
He grabbed the edge of his belt buckle, tugging the leather out of the hoops and I glared at him.
“You are out of your mind if you think I’m going to be okay with you letting everyone watch you fight but me. That is just unfair and uncalled for.” I snapped.
Jungkook was still tugging on his belt, but he paused to give me a look.
“What’s in it for me?” He said softly.
I frowned.
“What?”
“I’m not going to enter a deal without an equitable pay off....Its obvious that you’re really turned on by the thought of watching me fight . So unless you give me something I’m thirsty for.... I’m not going to indulge you,” He said casually.
I laughed in disbelief.
“There is literally nothing I’ve denied you in bed , you're crazy to even suggest -”
“I haven’t fucked your ass yet.” He said casually.
I could feel myself turning red.
“No.” I hissed. “ Absolutely not.”
“Why the hell not?” He frowned.
“Because it fucking hurts. I’m not going through that again.” I snapped.
Jungkook groaned like he was in actual pain.
“Baby, its hardly my fault you’ve never slept with a real man before me, is it? Why should I deprived the pleasure of fucking your ass just because those buffoons didn’t know how to do it right?” Jungkook’s voice was dangerously close to a whine and I resisted the urge to throw something at him.
“I don’t fucking care...its a no. So drop it. ”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes.
“Fine. I’ll drop it. For now.” He muttered and then made a big show of thinking, “ alright fine. How about you let me tie you up.”
I stared at him.
“You literally do that every time we have sex.” I pointed out.
“And I get to use my toy box.”
I blinked.
“Your toy box.” I said , confused. He grinned mischievously.
“You know the one...Big mahogany box underneath my bed. The first time I showed you, you kind of screamed and called me a monster?” He grinned wide.
i had a brief flashback of an assortment of whips, floggers and gags.
I shuddered.
Nope.
This wasn’t working.
“How about this.... Either you get me those tickets or you don’t get to fuck me. At all.” I smirked.
Jungkook hummed.
“Why would you punish yourself like that love?” He drawled. “ You can’t live without my dick, the sooner you accept that the easier life is going to get for you.”
The audacity of this bitch.
I walked right past him , ready to stalk out, but his hand shot out, gripping my elbow and pulling me into his embrace.
I struggled against his hold, but he brought both arms around my waist, flexing his muscles so I could feel just how futile it would be to try and break free.
“Come on baby, walking out in the middle of negotiations...that’s just really poor etiquette. Think of the poor hostage....” He pouted , doe eyes wide and I nearly caved. He had no fucking business being sexy and cute.
I laughed in disbelief.
“Hostage??....are you talking about your fucking ego....?” I stared right up at him , tilting my face when he moved to kiss me. His lips latched on to my jaw instead, tongue licking the skin there gently as he hummed .
“No...I’m talking about my dick.” He grabbed both my elbows, swinging me around like I weighed nothing, one arm holding me in place as he pressed up against my back, hips rolling so I could feel the hardness of his dick right against the swell of my ass. “ Dude’’s feeling pretty darn trapped right now. Poor thing just wants to get inside you and ruin you baby, why you making it so hard for him...?”
I elbowed him sharply, vindicated when the sharp edge of it caught something hard and fleshy. Jungkook grunted in discomfort but didn’t let go of me.
“My little hellcat. “ He bit down on the juncture between my neck and shoulder, “You know why my dick is hard?”
“To match your cold unfeeling heart?” I snapped and he moaned in mock hurt.
“Not fair baby...I have the kindest heart... Soft heart, hard dick....That’s literally my entire persona.” Jungkook nuzzled my neck .
I fought the urge to laugh .
“So why then? Because I’m within ten feet of you? Isn’t that all it takes usually?” I muttered, wincing a bit when his teeth sank in a little deeper.
Jungkook let out a soft chuckle.
“Normally I’d agree but today... I’m so fucking hard because you looked like you wanted to claw Sana’s face off when I gave her those tickets....”
I flushed.
“Well, I just don’t think I should be the only one not allowed to see you fight.”
“Or maybe you just hate the idea of any one else getting to touch my dick...because like I said...it’s got your name on it right baby?” Jungkook laughed against my ear and I blushed .
“I still think its rude that you don’t let me come to your matches.” I grumbled.
“And why do you think that is, baby? Why do you think I’m so adamant about you not being anywhere near me when I have something important to do...”
I didn’t reply, eyes fluttering shut when he suckled on the skin near my neck.
“Its because I’ll probably lose..” He growled into my ear, “ Don’t wanna get knocked out in the first round because I was too busy staring at your pretty, pretty face and delicious fucking body... My only distraction, my favorite distraction.”
I felt myself melt like an ice cream cone in the fucking sun.
“Oh, fuck you....you honey-tongued son of a bitch...” I choked out, unable to fight the wide grin that was taking over my face.
Jungkook chuckled in victory, hugging me tighter.
“So tell me.... Can I tie you up tonight? Get some of my favorite toys...Want to play in your sandbox....” He leered and I laughed despite myself. How could this man make the most innocent of phrases sound so fucking sexy....
“Only if you let me pick the toys.”
Jungkook let go of me and gently turned me around. He was frowning deeply.
“Babe you don’t even know what their called.” He complained.
“But I can gauge how much damage they’ll do and that’s more important to me.” I pointed out.
Jungkook gave me a thoughtful smile.
“Hmm....fine... But I get to offer the choices. “ He said softly.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Okay, in that case you need to let me see every single drawing you’ve made of me... right now.” I smiled.
Jungkook grinned, already grabbing my wrist and tugging me back to his desk.
“Deal...but I’m gonna need you to sit on my cock and keep it warm while I show them to you..... okay?”
I glared at him but he was already moving to the wide , comfortable chair behind the desk. He sat on the chair, manspreading and unbuckling himself before wriggling the slacks down past his waist and tugging his boxers down.
I watched him reach in to pull out his hard cock , pumping the hard length of it a couple of times before smiling at me expectantly.
“Horny bastard.” I muttered under my breath, before letting him maneuver me into his lap, fingers slipping up my skirt and tugging my panties aside , before lining himself up against my center.
“Ready baby?” He kissed my cheeks fondly and I nodded lowly. He pressed a couple of fingers against my slit, dipping in just enough to make sure I was wet enough. I wasn’t dry per se, but it still stung a bit when he drove himself in with one swift stroke.
“Oh, fuck...” I groaned when he entered me , the rock hard length of him cleaving my insides and making my tongue go dry. I clenched down on him, thighs beginning to tremble already. I gripped the edge of the table in front of me.
“Maybe I should call Sana in now.? Huh baby...that’ll show her who this dick belongs to, right , angel?” He whispered against my ear and I moaned, a gush of arousal staining my thighs at his words., Jungkook laughed knowingly, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me still before rolling his hips gently and settling inside me.
“So baby, which ones do we start with.... Solo shots? ones with me....? There’s one of me fucking your pretty pink hole, maybe that’ll change your mind about letting me take you in the back...”
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Love Cuts Deep
Chapter 4- You Cannot Cage A Wolf
Bucky Barnes x (f)reader Series Rewrite (Civil War, Infinity War/Endgame, TFATWS)
Summary: Fuck the police and Ironman for that matter, now how the hell are you and Bucky going to manage getting out of this mess?
Warning: violence no duh, bucky going through it, bit o angst, things getting hectic
Masterlist
To say you were pissed would be the understatement of the century, again, you were locked in a cage of steel and glass. Surrounded by enemies who’d rather see you dead, but maybe you deserved it.
Maybe.
The Romanian combat police had locked you and Bucky into separate concealed glass confinements before loading the two of you into one long metal truck. Purposely facing the tiny prisons face to face with one another so that you would have full access to witnessing the discomfort and irritation on each other’s faces while armed officers sat to either side.
Well you’re not sure if it was exactly intentional, but still, at least you could make sure Bucky was okay and him you.
Your hands and legs are guarded by thick metal as your shoulders and upper arms keep firmly held by a small cage of steel; your body forced to sit for hours on end as the security trucks drive you both all the way to Berlin, Germany. A fucking 18 hour field trip by vehicle, at least you got some pee breaks.
Staring angrily at Bucky’s hand, you wish nothing more then to break out of here and fucking gut the assholes responsible for your unlawful imprisonments, Bucky did absolutely nothing to T’Challa and why the hell would they think you’re involved with his fathers death? It doesn’t make any sense. Not at all.
Why would anyone want the two of you for that matter?
Suddenly the truck jostles and stirs before stopping completely as you start to feel the shift of the vehicle reversing into something, your eyes immediately look up to find Bucky who’s already focused on you. His eyes are sad and full of pain for how they’ve treated you like an animal, caged you like a wild cat, more so then what they’ve done to himself. He never wanted you to deal with any shit like this again, not after the traumatic history Hydra had befallen on you for so many years. You don’t deserve this.
Returning a small smile, you give him a playful wink of reassurance before your glass and metal prison is rolled backwards and away from Bucky. Your fists clench in vexation and enmity for the current shit situation you happen to be sucked into, you feel like a beast at a goddamn freak show. Soon you’re rolled into a yawning chasmal underground parking garage of sorts, as flashing emergency lights from police cruisers blink annoyingly from your left while their riders park.
This must be some government building here in Berlin, you think, eyes wandering around at the secured cavernous glass and metal interior. Sliding clear doors make the entrance way to your far left wall, while further into the spacious room is a large wall of cement, more doors in various areas and a large staircase ascending into a giant balcony onto the next floor up.
Bucky’s cell is placed next to yours by another forklift as he glances at Steve drearily, while you throw nothing but an irritated scowl at the back of Steve just as Sam and T’Challa exit the black security van. Guards dressed in black attire close by. They soon make a swift yet cautious admission over to greet some short salt and peppered haired man in a dull grey suit, a blonde woman also with an equal amount of security by his side. Three armed guards in the back and three behind Steve.
What the hell are these people so afraid of? And why is any of this happening?
You can’t quit tell what’s being said from the concealed limitation of your moveable prison to where these assumingly high end important government officials are placed. It’s incredibly frustrating that you could just about scream, but now where would that get you? Probably smacked by some electrical shocking stick, those bastards, you think bitterly.
Soon the group appears to make some agreement before the shorter grey haired man nods an approval of invitation and with that does Steve, Sam, and T’Challa follow the short man and blonde woman farther away. All you or Bucky are able to witness before the doors to the new hallway you’re currently being pushed into closes, is the group walking for some glass doors that show a long hallway.
Then the giant metal doors slam shut in your face.
——
The forklift holding onto your portable prison cell ascends down the hallway as armed guards keep watch from both sides, walking in step with the pace of the lift as a set of eight in total surround yours and Bucky’s confinements. A minute later they bring your steel box into a windowless cement room, turning you to face the exit, your cells are rolled separately across some caution tape before all comes to a halt. Finally.
Your eyes follow the movements of regular security guards as they take long thick wires from the side of the stone walls, plugging them into your prisons as the lights inside flicker for a brief moment, stabilizing in a second. One guard gives you a wary yet curious glance before snapping his head down when your fearsome glare just about smacks him in the face, quickly after that, everyone leaves before shutting the sliding metal doors that hide you both from the outside world.
Waiting a moment, your eyes dance suspiciously across the room, “Y/N.” Calls Bucky, causing you to snap your attention over to him.
“What?” You mumble somberly, gaze trailing all over his stoically pensive expression, he’s without a doubt not pleased to be here. Though having you next to him makes things more bearable.
“Can you breath alright?” He asks worriedly, due to the thick plastic half face mask that prevents you from properly communicating with anyone, guess the Romanian police didn’t appreciate you calling them bastards. Among other things.
“Yeah.” You mumble out once again before pulling up on the metal clasps to no avail, what is this even made out of, “They got us pretty good, Buck. This might be a bit of a challenge to get out of...”
“You think we’re getting out of these things?”
“Well.......I’m being optimistic....so, uh.....there’s always a chance.”
The smallest of smile reveals itself for a flash of a second as Bucky forgets where you are and just welcomes your never ending humor, “You think they’re watching us?”
“Without a doubt. If I could flip them off I would.” You chuckle as your eyes trail up to the tiny dark sphere in your prison, yeah that’s definitely a camera. “Dickheads.” You mutter to whoever is listening.
“What do you think they’re going to do to us?” Wonders Bucky after a long moment of silence.
Taking a heavy breath you lean your head back, “Oh I don’t know. They’ll probably put me down like an old dog and then you’ll get broken out of jail by the Captain America himself.......you’ll probably be fine.”
Shaking his head, he looks over at your relatively bored face, “What if we’re not.”
Sensing his growing anxiety for your future placement, you turn to face him, “Then I’ll......uh........break us out of here?” You muse with an unsure shrug, well the best you can with the steel hugging your shoulders.
“Not all of us can take multiple bullets and survive.” Deadpans Bucky as you frown, he’s got you there.
“Okay uh.....let me think for a second.......uh, alright I got it..” You chirp enthusiastically before your face falls just as quickly as you let out a defeated, “...fuck never mind I don’t want murder charges.”
Bucky could have laughed, “I think we’d need to be more stealthy, and anyways there’s to many cameras.”
“Yeah.” You mutter dully, “Too many goddamn cameras.”
After about twenty minutes of mindlessly sitting in your cell while Bucky sits equally as bored from his own space a couple feet next to you, a man of relative height and stature walks into the large windowless cement room, a black book shaped travel bag hanging from his shoulder. He smiles in greeting at the two of you, though you can tell behind those glasses of his it’s anything but friendly. It’s strange, the way that his dark eyes reveal no true form of kindness or pleasantries.
Who the hell is this now?
The dark blondes beady umber irises flicker curiously from Bucky to you and back to Bucky again, a sort of childlike wonder flashing through them as he steps closer to the nearby desk.
“Hello, Mr. Barnes.” Nods the man in an almost Sokovian like accent, kinda sounds like you, greeting set on Bucky before he sends you a devious grin, “Miss. Valerious.” He nods, inquisitive eyes studying your stoic face of pure daggers as you breath steadily in your muzzle, “I’ve been sent by the United Nations to evaluate your partner here, so you needn’t worry, your time is not with me. But I ask if you please give me my time with him, that is all.” Assures the strange man as he focuses his attention back on Bucky again; eh, not like you have much of a choice.
“Do you mind if I sit?” Asks the dark eyed man as Bucky simply stares, suspicious and bored out of his mind; you naturally roll your scrutinizing leer as the man seats himself next to a table farther away in front of you two.
Guess he’s not leaving anytime soon.
“You’re first name is James?” Wonders the man though you can tell he already knows the answer; with pursed lips does he shrug innocently, “I’m not here to judge you. I just want to ask a few questions. Do you know where you are James?”
Bucky keeps silent, and all you want to do is smack that annoying blondes glasses right off of his face, “I can’t help if you don’t talk to me, James.”
“My name is Bucky.” Begrudgingly mumbles your irritated companion, while your brows set hard in puzzlement for where this conversation is going.
Writing something down in his notes, the man nods, “Tell me something Bucky. You’ve seen a great deal, haven’t you?”
Bucky glares, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“You fear that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop.” Mutters the blonde man as you scoff, his dark eyes instantly snap over to you.
“Come over here and I’ll show you something terrifying.” You threaten, though your voice is mumbled and husky through the damn mask covering your mouth from properly speaking. He hands you a fake smile in reply, appearing to enjoy your menacing presage nonetheless.
Dark eyes set back onto Bucky, he hums, “Don’t worry. We only have to talk about one.” You watch in curiosity as he looks down at his touchpad screen, a satisfied little grin appearing onto his thin lips when suddenly the lights go dark, sending the room into pitch blackness.
Though your sight shifts to dull grays and blues to counter this with your enhanced vision. A second later the dim emergency lights glow from up above giving the room a dull blue tint. While a red one blinks off and on repetitively in the shadowed room. The fuck?
“What the hell is this?” Grumbles Bucky as your eyes trail warily and alert over to the man as he draws his chair back to stand, though he remains seated.
“Why don’t we discuss your home? Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no.” Taking a faded red book out of his traveling bag, your eyes squint in suspicion as you notice a large black star printed on the front while he continues, “Your real home.”
oh, fuck
Turning to face Bucky, you’re alarmed to witness as his face appears conflicted and anxious; he’s afraid, soon the man rises to his feet before opening up the book and begins walking towards Bucky’s cell. A smile on his face as he begins speaking in Russian, “Longing.”
“No.” Mutters your lover as he blinks hard before staring hopelessly up at the ceiling.
“Rusted.”
“Stop.” Protests Bucky as he turns to throw you a pleading look, you frown, not sure what’s happening but you know it can’t be good. Hydra never did anything like this to you, no trigger words, just good old childhood manipulation and the occasional beating if you didn’t comply.
“Seventeen.” Speaks the man as Bucky’s face darkens with anger.
“Stop.” He growls furiously as heavy breaths push at his chest with building adrenaline.
“Daybreak.” A frustrated ragged scream emits from Bucky’s lips as his fists clench and muscles tighten, the man smirks as he gets closer to Bucky’s cage.
“Stop it!” You cry desperately while Bucky yells before ripping the metal from his left hand and breaking the metal clasp on his right, an animalistic growl sounding from deep within his throat as panic sets rooted into your stomach, “Fuck off!” You scream frantically, “I’ll gut you like a goddamn fish!”
Giving a pernicious grin, he ignores you, “Furnace.”
You watch in horror as Bucky emits a roaring cry of desperate anger as he begins pounding furiously against the glass. Coming back to your senses you ignore the mess happening next to you as your muscles contract and strain against the tight metal clasps caging your forearms, shoulders, and legs to the chair.
“Nine.”
You listen to more heavy pounding on glass as a hopeless ragged cry of futile rage rips forth from your throat in an anguished attempt at breaking free. Pulling your arms upward, your flesh strains viciously against the tough metal clasps while you struggle to free yourself. A moment later the metal clasps begin to groan and creak as they loosen accordingly, your strength forcing them into compliance.
“Benign.”
A thin sheet of sweat emits from the side of your face while you yell in frustration at the weight of the locks against your wrists, Bucky pounds furiously, soon metal fist starts cracking though thick glass as you finally rip the metal clasps from off of your right arm, “Fuck off!” You roar threateningly, eyes wild and raging like a bursting dragons flame unto a hopeless stick village, the man simply shifts his gaze back down to the book.
“Homecoming.”
He ignores you; heart beating a mile a minute, you unsheathe your right claws only to free your left hand from the abrasive metal lock as he continues to pound his fist against the slowly breaking glass door. Raising your hands to the back of your lower head, you forcefully rip the thick plastic muzzle from off of your face with a distinctive cracking sound emitting from the strong material.
“Nine.” Speaks the dark eyed blonde as he walks in between the two of your cells, appearing unafraid of your threats from earlier even as he witnesses you breaking free from the steel clasps on your legs now.
“Freight car.”
Crash!
Instantly your head snaps up to watch as Bucky’s glass door flies violently across the room and onto the harsh ground below; your breath hitches as all goes silent. The mans back is to you as he calmly walks over to Bucky who’s crouched onto the floor like a predator ready to strike, a second later he slowly rises to his feet. Though all life is gone from his dark pools of inky blue, he’s not your Bucky anymore.
“Soldier?” Whispers the dark eyed man in wonder, confident that his plan has effectively worked, whatever the fuck kind of plan in question.
Eyes wide, you swallow thickly as Bucky stares at the door, face noticeably covered in sweat, his eyes stare forward like a beast waiting to kill. He’s nothing but a vessel for chaotic destruction.
Breathing heavily, Bucky speaks in Russian, “Ready to comply.”
Suddenly the frustration in you boils over into pure animalistic rage for what this fucker has done to him, screaming bitterly, you punch the glass, slicing three thin lines straight through the material. The blonde one gives you a wary glance before addressing the Winter Soldier, “Mission report. December 16, 1991.”
“Bucky, don’t tell him shit!” You cry frantically in Russian, hoping that the Winter Soldier consuming him might hear something familiar in your desperation; whatever this man wants, you know full well what happened that night which means his motives are anything but friendly. If that wasn’t already apparent.
Bucky blinks, eyes shifting to the new ringmaster in control.
It’s no use, he’s not there, it’s what Hydra had made of him and now he must obey; Bucky ignores as you pound and scream for him to stop, to shut the hell up and come back to you but it’s all in vain. He tells the bastard everything in a matter of seconds as your face falls.
Heart pounding with adrenaline, you slash a clean line that rips right through the bolts of the door in wild fury, it sparks against your Adamantuim claws while creaking in protest as you finally kick it open. The huge door clatters and clashes to the ground as you step out of the glass prison and onto the cement flooring of the large windowless room. Red emergency lights flashing behind you as they make your tense form appear as sort of a clawed beast rising from straight out of hell.
The dark eyed man warily turns to you, when a sudden childlike excitement dances across his features as he takes a cautious step back, a small thrilled smirk pulling at his lips. The mans obsidian pools flicker over to Bucky who keeps a steady death stare with the wall ahead, the man nods in approval for his painstaking work before trailing his eyes over to you, “Soldier. Kill the Hellcat.” Smirks the man as your eyes shift reluctantly from himself to Bucky.
oh shit, you think miserably as your heart feels like its just sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Swallowing thickly, tears threaten to spill as your body shakes with racing adrenaline, your breaths noticeably heavier as you willingly begin retracting your claws.
The familiar metal sinks painfully back into your skin as you stare them down distastefully. Frowning deeply, you slowly pull your hands up into fists, readying your stance for the fight that’s inevitably about to come.
Making a sickened face, you swallow nervously as Bucky takes a step forward with eyes set like a wolf to his prey. Reluctantly your feet move an apprehensive step closer, “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath as Bucky makes the first move.
——
God why does your head hurt so damn much? Is the room spinning?
When you come to, the lights are still blinking an obnoxious red as you lay sprawled out across the cement floor, a puddle of blood trailing in a couple of dark-red thin lines from beneath your head to the yellow hazard stickers placed on the ground.
The air smells of blood and sweat as you suck in a deep breath before moving to sit up, at least the headache is gone, your eyes trail warily across the empty room as you touch the back of your head to get an understanding of what the hell happened here.
You can’t remember a thing.
A warm wetness greets your finger tips to no surprise, pulling them away, you study the murky crimson liquid staining your fingertips before your mind heals completely, your brain matter fusing back accordingly. Bits of the missing puzzle pieces soon form a coherent picture as you sit back in shock from the violent happenings that resulted in you bloody on the ground.
The man commanded Bucky to kill you.
The two of you indeed fought, but knowing that if you wanted to win you’d have to kill him yourself; Bucky kept his life as you let the Winter Soldier end yours. After dodging fist after fist thrown at you by Bucky, you finally gave in and let him pin you to the ground before he grabbed your face with his metal hand, smashing your skull against the cement floor in one dangerous deafening blow. Then it was over and...
Where even is he?
Picking yourself up, you quickly wander into the nearest opening only to be greeted by a multitude of unconscious guards, walking further down, you furrow your brows at the heavily dented elevator door where it appears that someone had been forced through. Touching the bent metal you sniff the air, it smells of Bucky and Steve. They couldn’t have been here less then thirty seconds ago.
Shifting to the right, you book it down the hallway to the sounds of strained grunts and fists hitting flesh. Soon you’ve found yourself at the edge of a large excessively windowed room, presumably the food court of sorts in this excessively ginormous place.
In the center is Bucky who’s absolutely beating the shit out of everyone making frugal attempts at stopping him. Your eyes observe Tony who’s positioned a good distance away as he breaths heavily from the floor, eyes wide in shock while he cradles one of his arms. The blonde haired woman from earlier appears in pain as she lays on her back, a broken table underneath her as the Black Widow squeezes Bucky’s neck with her thighs.
Natasha uses her elbows as a battering ram against his skull while he walks with her over to the closest table before slamming her roughly against the metal; he glares fiercely down at the Black Widow before using his titanium fist to choke the life out of her as she struggles against his weight.
Stepping into the huge room, your boots pound against the flooring as you deliver a powerful kick to Bucky’s strong waist, he tumbles across the thin carpeting before jumping to his feet in an instant. Natasha regains her lungs in a choked gasp as you throw a fist at Bucky’s chest, deflecting it, you use this new side lined momentum to duck under his approaching blow as you slide on the flooring, missing a fatal hit to your face by mere inches.
No more face shots please.
He whips around from the near miss, charging you once again; preparing for the worst of the Winter Soldier, your shoulders line up with his approaching body as your eyes calculate his next move. But when he readies his arm to punch, you slide to the side before swiftly twisting your body around to face him once more, all done within less then two seconds.
Watching his head turn left in confusion, you kick his back harshly onto the ground with the power enough to rival that of a lioness before huffing in frustration as he surges to his feet; you immediately halt in your tracks when out of nowhere T’Challa kicks Bucky across the floor. Soon the two men dance like two skilled warriors before Bucky takes the upper hand and whips the prince over the carpeted floor.
Blinking in bewilderment, you watch as he races up the stairs; the Winter Soldier doing his absolute best to get the fuck out of there, knowing he’s outnumbered by two and wary of getting his shit rocked by you again. Though he’s not even fully aware why you’re attacking him since his mind is back at Hydra and last he remembers you where on their side, and presumably bleeding out in another room.
Breathing heavily, you turn to share an awkward moment of uncertain eye contact with the prince of Wakanda before he throws you a half restrained dirty look, sprinting up the stairs after Bucky.
You’re able to take one step before a raspy voice snaps your attention over to a table, it’s Natasha, “Y/N.” She gasps through strained breaths.
Clenching your fists you leave those two to work it out as you swiftly approach the ex-assassin, “What?!” You snap.
Forcing herself into a seated position, she gingerly touches her bruising throat, “Guess you where right.” She chuckles painfully.
“Right about what?” You bark with a frown, eyes flickering over to Bucky and T’Challa as they throw jabs on the stairway landing.
“Last we met. You said I’d be lucky if we never met again. Guess you where right.”
“You’re an ex-assassin how lucky did you really expect to be?” You retort before taking a step for the ascending stairs when a hand takes your wrist.
“You have to stop him.” Urges Natasha, “No one here’s an equal force, you’re the Hellcat Y/N, you have to stop him no matter the cost.”
Throwing her an irritated glare at hearing your Hydra code name yet again, you growl like a wounded beast, “I’m not killing anyone!”
“You might not have a choice.” Challenges the red head with a pleading yet stern display, understanding that Bucky means more to you then just simple companionship.
“There’s always a choice!” You grumble angrily, heart pounding a mile a minute as you huff before turning for the stairs only to meet a disheveled and deeply confused prince, he’s sweating and looks rather conflicted as his dark eyes scan frantically around the room for any sign of Bucky.
Suddenly his eyes land on you, freezing in place, your mind swirls with what to do next; you’re a wanted criminal in plain sight and for some reason this prince wants Bucky and presumably you, dead.
Shifting your panicked gaze over to Nat, you shake your head before turning to T’Challa as you scowl like an angry brute, “If you touch me, I’ll gut you.” And with that heavy threat do you swiftly turn on your heels and race out the closest door and into the nearest hallway. Leaving Natasha and prince T’Challa with their lives.
Now where did Bucky go?
Running past door after door while the emergency lights annoyingly scream their bright red colors in caution of extreme danger, though you and Bucky are technically the “extreme danger”. Soon you take a hard right turn and immediately slam into the firm chest of Steve as he books it down the hallway for some door hanging open at the far end.
Falling into the closest wall, you don’t have time to wait on the pain emitting from your arm as he mutters a quick apology as the six foot two American hauls ass for the exit door. Recovering in no time, you press a bloody handprint against the wall before turning after Steve. Funny, you don’t ever remember cutting yourself on anything. Doesn’t matter.
Bursting open the cracked door, bright blinding rays of sunlight glare annoyingly in your eyes while your pupils adjust to the new terrain, soon your eyes catch the dramatic scene unfolding in front of you farther down on the helicopter landing area.
Perplexed, you stand in astonishment as Bucky attempts to take off in the chopper while Steve fruitfully leaps mid-air before tightly grasping onto the aircraft’s landing skids.
He pulls down hard, face straining in intense efforts to keep Bucky from escaping and heading into God-knows-where. Legs moving quickly, you race up the small flight of stairs leading onto the huge landing pad as Steve struggles fiercely to hold it down.
But before you’re able to aid in putting an end to Bucky’s fruitful efforts, he slams the chopper into the cement; causing you to leap backwards for fear of getting your guts sliced open by the blades. You’re helpless to watch as Steve narrowly misses becoming a decapitated corpse as the blades crash violently against the ground.
Chunks of stone and steel go flying in all directions as you shield your face from the debris. But as the dust settles, you peer from over your forearm to watch as Bucky’s metal arm bursts through the glass only to immediately grasp around Steve’s neck.
“Fuck.” Slips silently from out of your lips as you take a couple cautious steps forward while moving reluctantly towards the shit show; how has the last 20 hours gone so goddamn terribly?
Creeeek. Sounds the destroyed helicopter as it suddenly begins a slow ascend over the platform edge, where a large river awaits with open arms to presumably swallow whole the broken aircraft. Now in a panicked sprint, you race over the rubble as the last of the chopper, Bucky, and Steve are seen before they plummet to the waters below.
“No!” You cry helplessly as you reach the peak of the landing, nothing beneath you except for the broken tail of the chopper and a plethora of air bubbles.
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This Night Has Opened My Eyes
Kazuichi Soda X Reader
• smut !
• fem reader
• requested by my irl lmao (they also wanted some hcs so)
“That asshole.. always getting in the way of Miss Sonia and I”
You smacked Kazuichi’s arm, scolding him,“You need to be nicer to him. He hasn’t done anything wrong”. We were in the Hotel Restaurant and it was obvious that Gundham and Sonia had gotten closer since the last trial. Kazuichi didn’t like that one bit. He sighed, taking another bite of food,“Look at him, though!”. He points at Gundham, who is allowing Sonia to pet his hamsters. “Only likes him because he’s a magical cult freak”. You shook you head, trying to explain.
“You think maybe it’s because, I don’t know, he isn’t weirdly obsessed with her?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What I said”
Kazuichi growled, his expression toning down when Gundham approached you both. “You and Kazuichi seem to be two peas in a pod. Tell me, are you both partaking in an intimate relationship?”. Kazuichi was about to get defensive, you just knew it. “What’s it to you?,” he said, fist clenched. Taking a step back, Gundham explains,“I have no such interest in such topics. Rather, Sonia was curious”. Kazuichi’s eyes lit up,“Sonia’s asking about me?”. Gundham cringed and scoffed.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself over pure gossip. Pathetic”
“Watch it, Houdini. I’ll fuck you up”
“Bring it then, you penniless, mediocre mechanic. I’m awfully frightened”
“MEDIOCRE?! I’M A FUCKING ULTIMATE”
He launches himself toward Gundham, knocking him to the floor. Gundham gets a few small, yet hard punches in before Kazuichi lands the nastiest sounding backhand on his left cheek, making heads turn. As gasps can be heard around the room, Sonia runs to Gundham’s side as Kazuichi couldn’t handle himself afterward. “You! How could you?!,” Sonia scolded him. For the first time in forever, Kazuichi wasn’t having it. “How could I?! Fuck you!”. Kazuichi got up, leaving a hurt Gundham and an appalled Sonia on the ground. Gundham turned to you.
“Control your lab rat or I will”
You felt shitty, seeing Kazuichi go off that way. It wasn’t good at all, but by the looks of his response to Sonia, it seems to me like she won’t have to worry about him for a while now. He looked that mad. You thought to check on him, even if you were severely disappointed in him. You had no clue where to look for him and made a mental note of possible places where he might be: his room, Rocketpunch Market, and Electric Ave.
And so began the quest to look for him.
Checking in his room was too simple. When he didn’t respond, it didn’t surprise you that he wasn’t there. You knew he wouldn’t be. I headed off to the Rocketpunch Market. Even if he wasn’t there, you wanted to use the opportunity to buy him a bottle of Ramune. When you got there, there were voices present. That’s when you made them out to be the voices of Nagito, Fuyuhiko, Hiyoko, and Ibuki. “So we’re just not gonna discuss what happened back there?,” Nagito intrigued. Everyone sighed in relief. “Finally, you ask something smart,” Hiyoko said,“Yes, we should definitely talk about it! Kazuichi was totally out of line!”. You got closer to hear, without them seeing you. “Are you kidding me?,” Fuyuhiko spat,“I heard the whole thing. Gundham was being a dick. Had I been the one he disrespected, I would’ve killed that bastard!”. “Well, what did Gundham say?”.
“He called him ‘mediocre’, ‘penniless’, and ‘pathetic’. Kazuichi hadn’t once insulted him. If anything, Gundham approached him!”
“I don’t know,” Ibuki said,“That’s still no reason to be violent! Violence isn’t the answer, only heavy metal!”. “Ibuki, what?”. Ibuki shrugged. Nagito thought for a minute,“Did you even hear why the argument began?”. “Well, Gundham pressed him about his relationship with Y/N,” he said,“but Sonia had asked. He made a comment, hopeful Sonia was slightly interested in him. That’s when Gundham called him pathetic”. “Well, it is pathetic,” Hiyoko said,“But harsh”. The conversation then shifted to something completely different. “Why was he so defensive in the first place,” Hiyoko asked, adding,“he could’ve said ‘no’”. Nagito laughed, shaking his head. “Woah! A laugh like that implies, you believe there’s something going on there!”.
“Ibuki, always knows what to say. Always knows what I’m thinking”
“They belong together,” Fuyuhiko muttered,“Its obvious she likes him”. “Is it obvious or did Sonia tell you?,” Nagito asked,“Everyone, in 3..2..1”... and in union:
“Sonia told me”
Hiyoko laughed. “Yeah, but do you see how they look at each other when Kazuichi isn’t thinking about Sonia?,” she asked,“It’s funny, really”. You decided to come out and without saying a word, grabbed the drink and left. No one said a word as you walked by them. Pussies, all of them. Lastly, you took the long walk to the third island’s Electric Avenue.
Sure enough, there he was, putting together a computer (or a different device with a very small monitor of some sort; it looked handheld). You didn’t want to alarm him, for he might still be tense. You lightly tapped his shoulder. “Hey, Kazu”. He wiped his eyes rather fast, removing what appeared to be glasses. You knew he did this so he wouldn’t be seen crying. “Hi”. His voice was quiet and tired. You handed him his Ramune, making him smile. “What are you doing?”.
“Tinkering”
“Can I watch you?”
“You don’t wanna talk about anything?”
“Not unless you want to”
“Alright,” he said, continuing to modify the device,“Let’s talk”. “What are you doing to that computer-thingy”. He snickered. “‘Computer-thingy’...you’re cute”. Blushing, you were left dumbfounded. “Don’t say that!,” you scolded,“So what is it?”. “I’m making a radio,” he said,“The computer monitor part displays any words that have been picked up by the radio signals. I’ll also make it possible to communicate with them”. You were actually impressed by it.
“That’s so fucking cool”
“Thanks”
There was a bit of silence, then he sighed. “Look, Y/N,” he began,“I’m really sorry about what happened earlier. I don’t know what got into me”. You shook your head. “You shouldn’t be apologizing to me,” you explained,“You need to apologize to Gundham.. and Sonia”. He nodded and mouthed an ‘okay’. He agreed that as soon as he saw him and Sonia, he would apologize. Now that Sonia was in the conversation, he got onto that topic. “Sonia and I can’t be,” he said,“I’ve always known this”. You raised a brow and asked why he pursued her for so long.
“She’s a princess. She’s perfect and kind. She never full on said she isn’t interested in me, so I figured she’d go out with me out of pity”
“But wouldn’t that be a loveless relationship?”
“Not everyone deserves to be loved. I don’t. What I fear more than not being loved is being alone”
“You’d rather know someone is there than to be loved by them?”
“Yeah, it’s fucked,” he admitted,“but that’s over now”. While you were screaming internally, you still felt terrible about what he said. If only he knew how you felt. The question is if he feels the same. “By the way,” he began,“I made you something”. There was a small box next to him wrapped in old newspapers and a ribbon bow. “You and Hajime have been my only friends- well, comrades, on this island. So, I made you both these communication devices!”. You opened the box and a small walkie-talkie device was placed. He further explained.
“They work anywhere on the island. Hopefully, when and if we make it out of here, it works everywhere else. So, y’know, we don’t lose touch”
“I won’t let that happen”
He smiled, warmly. He didn’t say anything else. You were both in a trance, looking into each other’s eyes. “Hey!”. Ibuki suddenly came running towards the two of you. You both snapped out of it, seeing what she needed. She fell in front of you, dusting herself off. “No time to waste!,” she said,“Sonia planned a party at the the Titty Typhoon, what a name for a club, don’t ya think? Anyway, its mandatory, so we’ll see you there at six. Ibuki, out!”. Before you could say anything, she ran off. “Well,” he began,“At least now I could apologize to Gun-dumb”. You sighed as he laughed at his nickname.
Parting ways, you headed back to ensure you could shower and ready yourself a little. As you did, you were grateful for the small moment with Kazuichi. Him not wanting to lose touch? Getting over Sonia. It all made you feel so good and now you were head over heels. Finally, you were ready. You opened the door and there he was waiting for you. “Hi, Y/N,” he began,“I was thinking we should show up together, y’know? Avoid awkwardness from earlier”. You smiled and nodded. “Great, come on!”. He grabbed your hand, dragging you along with him.
You got there a minute or two late. When you stepped inside, the music blasted as loud as possible. You noticed the stares from Nagito and Fuyuhiko. “You should find Sonia, then we can deal with Gundham”. He agreed, checking out the room. Finally, he spotted Sonia near the stage. Cautiously, we approached her. “Hello, Miss Sonia,” he said. She turned around, her rather happy expression turning into something bitter. “What do you want?”.
“I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier”
“It’s not me who you should be apologizing-”
“I also wanted to apologize for my behavior towards you that’s occurred from the time we’ve arrived. It was really inappropriate, so I’m sorry”
Sonia was no longer bitter, even if she had the right to be. She smiled, nodding,“Well, I guess when you’re being so nice about it.. yes, I forgive you. However, I really think you should apologize to Gundham”. Kazuichi agreed and explained to her that he was trying to find him. “Well,” Sonia began,“He hasn’t gotten here, but he will have gotten back any minute now!”. As if on cue, the doors burst open.
There he was, as tense as ever.
“Tanaka! I’ve been waiting for you,” Kazuichi said. Once in front of him, Gundham was appalled. “You again? I thought I’ve made clear that I was through with you!,” he scowled, shoving Kazuichi into the stage. “Gundham, let him finish,” Sonia pleaded. “Now you’re on his side? What’s wrong with all of you being so pathetic this day?”. Kazuichi got up, trying to explain.
“Just let me finish–”
“I have no reason to further discuss anything with a lowly, degenerate, and pathetic subhuman such as yourself”
“Wait-”
“God, Y/N, I thought you were smarter, but now you’ve fallen for him? You are equally as pathetic!”
“Y/N has a crush on me?”
“God, yes, she does! She is in love with you, you fool!”
“She... loves me?”
Heads were turning and the eyes belonging to them all faced you. There were gasps at first (like this morning), but now there were whispers and small chatter. “Ugh! What’s with you?!,” Sonia yelled,“Kazuichi was only trying tl apologize to you!”. Gundham was the embodiment of the phrase “a face of regret”. “Y/N,” Kazuichi began,“Is this true?”. Your breathing was starting to get worse and worse as you just stood there with an answer, but no courage to confess. You had no other choice, but tear up and say “Kazuichi, no, I-”. You were at loss of words. Then, you ran all the way back to your room.
Once there, you slammed your door shut and locked. You paced around a little, attempting to calm down. When you couldn’t do that, you simply collapsed onto your bed and screamed into the nearest pillow. Your throat hurt and despite having screamed into a pillow, it was still loud enough to hear the scream bounce around the room. You cried into it, for about 5 minutes, moped for 45, then cried again for another 10.
Bing-bong, Bing-bong!
It was time for bed, now realizing that if you didn’t die in your sleep, you’d have to face tomorrow. That was something you didn’t want to do. You began to get ready for bed. Suddenly, there was loud and demanding knocking on your door. You prayed, hoping it was someone here to put you out of your misery upon opening the door, so you opened it without hesitation. To your dismay, it wasn’t the next blackened.
It was Kazuichi.
Your face was all red again and before you could say anything, he spoke. “We need to talk”. You tried shutting the door, but before you could, he forced his way inside. He locked the door behind him. “What?!,” I yelled,“Why are you still here? I don’t want to see you! I can’t-”. He grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours. “You aren’t one for words are you?,” he asked and after seeing you blush, added,“Guess I’m gonna have to show you”. He lay you down and began kissing you; you didn’t hesitate against him and wanted this to happen for so long. His lips felt amazing on yours. He began to kiss your neck, stopping at your chest. He lifted your shirt up and pulled down your bra, sucking roughly on your tits. He then made his way down. All that was left was-
“Kazuichi, what are you..?”
He unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down tossing them aside. Looking up at you, he moved your panties to the side and began to work his mouth on your pussy. You whined at the feeling, shifting a little. He held you down, his tongue focused on your sweet spots. “You like that?”. You hummed, nodding frantically. His arms were locked around your thighs to hold you down. You took off his beanie and pulled his hair. He sucked your clit, whining from his hair being pulled. You knew he enjoyed it as he began to be sloppy. He moved away and wiped his mouth before kissing you again. “Sit on my fucking face,” he growled. You saw the fire in his eyes as he said so. “Are you sure?,” you asked him.
“Yes”
You straddled his face and he didn’t wait. He went at it, desperately this time. You moaned as your legs shook. You didn’t just want to sit there and feel stimulation. Noticing the bulge growing in his suit, you grabbed his zipper and pulled it all the way down. You pulled down his boxers and his hard member sprung out. You stroked him gently and spat on his cock. You heard his muffled voice grunt, finally deciding to blow him. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his nails digging into your thighs. He thrust upward as you enjoyed him even more. This wasn’t your first time, but it was the first time it felt so good. You stopped riding his face and lay down. He took off his entire suit and boxers, positioning himself between your legs. You’d given a blowjob before, but never actually had sex. You wanted it so bad. He pulled out a condom, slipping it on. As he did, you wondered where he managed to get one. He teased you with his cock in hand, pushing only his tip in, making you whine.
“Oh, you’re so wet”
He shoved in, stretching you out. “Fuck me,” you cried,“Please.. fuck me so hard”. He thrust into you hard, just as you had asked. It hurt for a minute. You shook, attempting to overcome the pain. Kazuichi gasped, feeling your pussy spasm around him. “H-Hey, are you okay?,” he asked. You nodded, your eyes watering; the sensation was overwhelming and in a really good way. His cock grew harder inside you, twitching. His thrusts were rhythmic at first. You can tell he was holding back, he didn’t want to hurt you. He wasn’t hitting your spot like before, so you wanted to help. “Baby, i-it’s not- fuck!”.
“I know, I know. Let me just-”
His hips went from a direct thrust motion, to motion as if his hips were scooping upward. You arched your back as he hit deeper and deeper. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”. You moaned a little louder, covering your mouth as you were embarrassed and afraid someone would hear what went on in your room. He fucked you harder and asked,“Why don’t you scream for me baby?”.
“Someone’ll hear us-”
“Rooms are soundproof, be as loud as wanna be”
With that, you begged him to fuck you harder. He lifted your legs over his shoulders. His trusts were so sloppy, so messy it hit all areas of your walls, tightening around him. Your eyes rolled back, near frothing at the mouth. “H-ah! I needed this!,” you cried. You put your legs to his sides, grabbing him by the throat and shoving your tongue into his mouth. He moaned when you did, your grip on his throat tightening. The asphyxiation only further excited his cock.
You felt the butterflies in your stomach grow, you knew you were close. “Hh-oh, God, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. Your kisses grew more aggressive as you wrapped your legs around him, pushing his pelvis deeper into you. “Harder, please,” you whined. He nodded, pounding you mercilessly. Once again, you choked him, dominating him with your kisses. Your pussy tightened around him. You bit him, feeling his dick twitch again. He was shaking and gasped, shooting his load into his condom. He collapsed on top of you, pulling out of your dripping pussy. “Oh my god...,” You sighed wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with his pink locks. His head lay on your chest and his arms were wrapped around your waist all tight.
“I’m sleepy”
You smiled and kissed him. “Thennnn... sleep?”. He shook his head. “We just had really good sex imagine if I go to sleep after that?”. You snickered, making a deal with him. “Fine,” you said,“I’ll forgive it if you hop into the shower with me”. He got up so fast.
“Say no more, princess. Let’s go”
Afterward, you gave him a place in bed, snuggling up with him the throughout the night.
Third person POV
The next morning, Hajime walked out of his dorm. He thought to check up on Kazuichi, seeing how abrupt he left the party last night. He knocked on his door, waiting. Oddly enough, there was no response. Hajime looked around, noticing someone in the distance. There he was, Kazuichi, walking out of a girl’s cabin? Now, the cabin belonging to none other than Y/N! He saw them laughing by her door, Kazuichi smacking her ass as she walked in front of him. Hajime backed up fast, hoping he wouldn’t be seen. He then noticed that they were not headed to the Hotel Restaurant. Now, it was starting to get strange and he had to tell the others. Once they weren’t in sight, he ran to the stairs then all the way up.
“Someone’s late”
Hiyoko stared at him. Hajime, out of breath, shook his head. “Don’t be too hard on him,” Nagito said sympathetically,“It looks like he had something to say”. “Well, I was gonna say something first,” Hiyoko was defensive as she cleared her throat,“I think rather than worry about the next blackened, we should worry about who’s fucking is gonna keep us up at night because I could barely sleep”. “Fucking? You mean, like, I don’t know... sex??,” Hajime asked. The girl’s nodded. “See, last night,” Sonia began,“None of us could get any sleep due to such erotic noises that went on till early in the morning. “Ah, yes,” Nagito said so casually,“Then I do know what you’re referring to”. Hajime decided to bring up what he’d seen.
“Kazuichi walked out of Y/N’s cabin this morning”
Everyone was paying attention now. “Oh my god???,” Hiyoko yelled. “There could be an explanation to that, y’know?,” Mikan whispered. “There’s only one explanation when you see him groping her and he doesn’t get punched”. Suddenly, two people stepped in. “So sorry we’re late,” Kazuichi said,“Y/N needed help..with...a busted pipe!”. “Aren’t you the Ultimate Mechanic? I never heard plumber,” Hiyoko scoffed.
“I do it all. Tinkering with stuff here and there”
“Right”
Kazuichi sat down, Y/N sitting at a completely different table. “So,” Nagito began,“That was quite the eventful night, right, Soda?”. Everyone looked around, having thought they had a world-less mutual agreement that it would be avoided as much as possible. “You mean with Gundham? I already tried apologizing, but-”.
“No, this isn’t about Gundham. This is about last night, last night”
“Nagito, what the fuck are you talking about?”
Nagito laughed, his hand motioning that he gives up and thats he’s over it. Gundham bit his lip, wanting to say something, eventually it came out. “Soda,” he whispered. “Yeah?”.
“You know for a room to be completely sound proof, not a single door or window should be open, right?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“Go outside and let me know if Y/N’s window was closed last night”
It finally struck him. His face instantly became flustered. “Oh,” he mumbled,“You guys heard all that?”. Everyone nodded. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Nagito attempted comfort,“If its in any consolation, it sounded like it was good. Hell, even I’m a little jealous”. Y/N still had no idea. That was the case until Sonia had talked to her. “So, Y/N,” she sat down by her,“Are you and Kazuichi together?”.
“Why would you think that?”
“Well, last night we all heard, um, something”
“Huh?”
“Well, it’s not that serious, but I do have a question”
“Yeah?”
“The rooms are soundproof, right? Well, are you sure you didn’t leave a door or a window open or something?”
Y/N choked on her own air. “H-How much did you hear?”. Sonia smiled nervously, laughing in a tone that was just as anxious. “Um, everything?”. Y/N put her hands over her face and screamed. Kazuichi approached her and kissed the back of her neck. “So, you fucked and that’s it?,” Hiyoko asked,“Like, nothing comes next?”. Before Y/N could answer, Kazuichi butt in. “T-That’s not true! I’ll take good care of Y/N and I’m gonna love her forever!”. He rushed his lips to Y/N’s, making her gasp. The tension and temperature grew within the room, as Kazuichi promised he wouldn’t let a thing hurt her.
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No Questions Asked (Laszlo Kreizler x reader) Chapter 1
Summary: You operated on a ‘no questions asked, no answers given’ policy. You never questioned anyone who passed through your door in need of medical attention. That was until a certain doctor decided to grace your doorstep.
Pair: Laszlo Kreizler x reader
Warnings: period typical attitudes, violence, mentions of domestic abuse
Author’s note: So I might’ve fallen in love with Laszlo and ended up binging the whole of the series! Oh well, onto series 2!
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary
“Come on Doc,” said Polly, “Surely you can give me some good news.”
You looked at the woman in front of you and closed your eyes. She gave you a desperate, pleading look and grabbed onto your shirt sleeve. Cracked fingernails with dirt and grime under them held onto you tightly and all you could do was pat her hand.
“I can’t go out like this,” she pointed to her face, ”Y’know the types of clients I’d attract looking like this.”
“I can’t do anything to speed up the healing,” you replied quietly, “I’m sorry.”
Polly leant back on the bed and glared up at your ceiling. Alice was standing by the door making sure that no one else got in before their time. You gave Polly a sympathetic pat on the leg as you got out a needle and thread.
“The only cure,” you said as you held the needle in a pair of tweezers, “Is to leave that bastard.”
“No.” Polly said firmly, “I can’t do that. He looks out for us.”
“By treating you like a punching bag?”
“Better to get hit by someone you know then a stranger on the street.”
You pursed your lips in displeasure as you ran the needle through a candle flame. Polly looked at the heated needle nervously as you waited for it to cool slightly.
“Do you have to do that Doc?” she asked nervously
“Yes,” you said, “Reduces the risk of infection.”
“Never had anything like that before.”
“And do you want to start now?”
Polly reminded silent as you threaded the needle and went to work stitching up the cut on her leg. You never expected to have ended up working as an underground doctor in New York City, helping prostitutes, criminals and anyone who couldn’t afford a formally qualified doctor, but it was better than Whitechapel. Once you had finished the stitches you leant down and bit off the thread.
“Now for the fun part.”
You grabbed a bottle of cheap whiskey and uncorked it. Polly grinned at you and reached towards the bottle.
“Fucking thank y- OW!”
She was interrupted by you pouring it on her wound. She glared at you from the bed but you just pushed her back down.
“How many times have I done this,” you muttered, “And you never-“
You were interrupted by shouting and gritted your teeth. You were all too familiar with people trying to push to the front of the queue. You turned around and glared at the door. To your surprise it wasn’t your usual type of client. Alice was standing awkwardly by the door, a half finished cigarette waved at the two gentlemen.
“Tried to stop them Doc,” she said, “But they wouldn’t listen.”
“What do you want?” you snapped, “I’m busy. Alice, Polly is done. Can you take her home?”
“Sure.”
“We need information.” Said one
American by his accent and you snorted. You sat down on the bed and took a sip of the whiskey. It was cheap and it burned as you swallowed. You could take a guess at who the men were, you heard many of your clients talk about them.
“You interrupted my night,” you spat, “For information? Why the fuck should I?”
“Because,” the second gentleman stepped forward, “You’re the only person who’d be able to help us.”
You studied the two men intently before sighing.
“I have a feeling,” you said standing up, “That even if I say no you’ll just ignore me.”
You opened you door again and looked out at the people waiting.
“Sorry guys,” you yelled, “Shut for the rest of the night. Come back tomorrow morning.”
You slammed the door in their faces and tried to block out the sounds of protesting. People came to you as a last resort and while you didn’t like turning people away you knew that the two men in front of you would be more profitable.
After all, you still had to eat.
“What can I help you two gentlemen with?” you asked lying down on your bed
“Allow us to introduce-“
“I already know who you are,” you said, “You,” you pointed the bottle at the American, “Are John Moore, which makes you Doctor Laszlo Kreizler. It might come as a shock to you but not everyone like me is completely stupid.”
“I never said that you were,” Kreizler had sat down on the only chair in your small room and laced his fingers together, “What can you tell us about Mr Peter Barker?”
“Him!” you let out a bark of laughter, “He’s a thug and a cheat. I doubt the likes of you would want to get mixed up with him.”
“And would you know where he was last Friday?”
The answer to that was yes. You looked at Moore and Kreizler through narrowed eyes as you took another swig of whiskey. Barker had dislocated his shoulder and like many criminals turned to you for assistance. Usually you would refuse to treat thugs like him but the promise of money changed your mind.
“Why?” you asked slowly
“Just answer the damned question.” Said Moore
“Alright,” you said calmly, “I just wanted to know why.”
“It’s a police matter.” Said Kreizler
“And you think that’ll persuade me to help?” you asked
Kreizler gave you a soft smile and shrugged.
“In some cases.” He said
“What has he done?” you asked, “Is it a death sentence?”
“Might be.” Replied Kreizler
“Barker is a bastard,” you replied, “It would be better for everyone if he did fry.”
“Even if he’s innocent for the crime?” asked Kreizler leaning forward
“There’s a hundred more he’s guilty of. He deserves to die.”
“But you are a man of honour,” said Kreizler, “You wouldn’t let an innocent man die.”
“He’s not innocent though.” you said
“He is of this crime.” Insisted Kreizler
“And how do you know I’m a man of honour, as you so gracefully put it?”
“You help the people who no one else would help,” he insisted, “Even though you hate this man you wouldn’t do that.”
He held your gaze for an uncomfortably long time. As much as you wanted to break his stare you found that you couldn’t look away.
“Yes,” you said at last, “I do help the people who everyone else has rejected.”
“Then you’ll-“
“And that includes Barker’s victims.”
You stood up and folded your arms.
“The men he attacked when they didn’t give him money. The women he raped when they told him ‘no’. The children he had beaten up or sometimes even killed when their parents wouldn’t submit to his demands. If me telling the truth means that he walks free to commit more of these crimes then I’m just as guilty as he is.”
“So you’ll send him to the electric chair.” Said Kreizler not bothering to hide the shock in his voice
“The chair is too good for him,” you spat opening your door, “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m tired. I’d like you to leave.”
Kreizler sat stiff in your chair for a moment before he stood up sharply. He gave you an unreadable look before swiftly marching out of the room. Moore gave you an amused look and nodded at you as he left. You got the distinct impression that he had agreed with what you had said but didn’t want to say it in front of the doctor.
Once they had left you shut the door and leant against it. You ran a hand over your face and groaned softly. You wanted another drink but knew that if you did you wouldn’t be in a fit state to work tomorrow. You collapsed onto your bed and tried to get some sleep. You had a strong feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d be meeting with the doctor or his friend.
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They were roommates... (A Lokius Fic)
So I made this a lil while ago, it gets updated every few days
Loki has to stay somewhere in the TVA and if he was working for them then its a little mean to leave him in a cell... or at least that was Mobius' argument, so he took one for the team and has Loki move in with him... A purely selfless act....
AKA Loki learns to be a good person, an okay roomie, and a not so good at being a menace to society (unless society bugs him)
AO3
Loki hadn’t recovered from seeing the projection of his mother being murdered in front of his eyes, because of him, for very obvious reasons…. But he had started to come to terms with it, with everything.
That of course didn’t mean that he wasn’t looking for a way, any way, out; but it did mean that he had agreed to work with the TVA, well not with them, but with Mobius, even if the man (was he a man? Man was just short for human, was he human?) was infuriating, in every Gods damned way.
A whistle and a tilt of the agent’s head was what woke Loki from where he was dozing at the same table he had been sitting at since he had brought in, some unspecified time ago, Loki had opened his mouth to tell him that Gods did not appreciated being whistled at like a dog but Mobius was already off, walking out of the room.
Gods did not chase after anyone, let alone men who were holding him prisoner, Gods did not chase…
“Gods don’t chase,” he told the man, practically bouncing as he caught up to the fast walking man (seriously how did he walk so fast?), his head following everyone who passed them as they walked by, and trying to see what propaganda they had tacked to their modern walls.
“And yet, here you are,” Mobius replied in that calm yet amused tone he always used for Loki.
Loki glared, but Mobius wasn’t looking at him so he rushed past him, turning back to face the man walking backwards without breaking pace, trying to focus on him not on everything they were passing, he hadn’t been this way before, had they? A hundred questions bounced around his mind, most of them were ‘why the fuck is a talking duck being led by four armed guards?’ and ‘can I go talk to the duck?’.
A hand on his upper arm stopped all the thoughts in his head and he had to stop himself from coming to a full stop, or tripping, that would be embarrassing.
“Careful, Loki, you’re gonna bump into someone,” Mobius slowed his pace as he pulled Loki to walk at his side, “You can keep bouncing around like Tigger from beside me.”
Loki was not blushing; not at how flustered the touch made him, not at the mixed soft and amused tone which Loki swore was just for him (he wasn’t possessive he was just right), not from the chastisement, no he was not blushing, the TVA clearly just had a heating issue which seemed to be largely affecting just his cheeks, they couldn’t even heat a building correctly. Typical.
Loki cleared his throat, unrelated to his blushing, “Casey doesn’t know what a fish is but you know what that hyperactive big cat is?”
“Like I said Loki, you’re a pussycat.”
“Remind me to introduce you to a real hungry tiger one time,” Loki muttered, cheeks still pink, he kept an eye onto the admittedly comfortable slip on canvas shoes as they slapped against the floor.
“What was that, darling?”
This bastard was doing this on purpose, he had to be… unless he wasn’t, then he’d have to explain why in general people who were practically strangers didn’t call each other ‘darling’, but that did come with the increased risk of him either never calling him it again… or calling him it again, and they’d both know it was on purpose. He’s a bastard.
Loki plastered a cheery smile onto his face, looking up at Mobius with a look of innocence they both knew was fake, “Nothing!” his smile turned genuine hearing Mobius laugh.
They were in a golden doored elevator when Loki found his voice again, “Where are we going?”
“I seem to remember some God of comedy telling me that he didn’t talk much…”
“It’s the god of mischief, or tricks, not comedy,” Loki cut in, narrowing his eyes when he saw a barely concealed smirk on his face, “But of course, you knew that as you know ‘everything’ about me. Where are we going?”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“How can I tell you if I don't know?”
“You’re pretty,” Mobius leant forward past Loki and pressed his hand to the black screen on the elevator pad, pausing his speech for a second too long as he did so, “smart, why don’t you try to figure it out?”
Loki was frozen as Mobius’s arm brushed against his own as he leant back and stood beside Loki, he could smell the sandalwood from his aftershave as he moved. “You’ve found The Variant, the less amazing, less talented version of me?”
“The Variant is pretty talented too, Loki.”
“Not as talented as me,” Loki pouted, not pouted, Gods did not pout (as his father so often talk him), but his lips were pressed together and slightly stuck out. This was just ridiculous, he wasn’t pouting and he wasn’t jealous, because what would he even be jealous of? Some less awesome version of himself gaining Mobius’ praises?
“Agreed.”
Loki’s head snapped to the man who was studying his watch intently, a little too intently, if Loki wasn’t imagining it.
Mobius cleared his throat, looking back up at Loki, a mild smile on his face, “We haven’t found The Variant, yet. Any more guesses?”
Loki let out a frustrated noise, “This isn’t fair, you have more information where we’re going, I haven’t been given any clues!”
“Take a breath.” Mobius told him with an amused smile and a glint in his eyes, “Why’s it so hard for you to say I don’t know?”
“I don’t know.”
“Nice, very funny,”
Coming from anyone else it would have annoyed Loki, but it sounded both fond and amused from Mobius, he needed to get out of the TVA it was making him… he didn’t know, but it wasn’t what he was used to, and that made him nervous, which typically made him feel stabby. “So you’re not going to tell me? It’s taking forever, for a place which dictates how everyone else should spend their time you’d think that you would actually develop a elevator which doesn’t waste all of your time.”
“Time works differently here in the TVA, Loki, I’ve already told you; anyway no need to whine, we’re here now.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened and Mobius strode out and headed left.
“I wasn’t whining,” Loki whined to the empty elevator, before bounding after him.
“What’s this?” Loki bounced on the balls of his feet as Mobius stood in front of a door, as it scanned him.
“Do you ever stand still?”
Loki thought for a second, he shook his head, then ran his hand through his hair to place it back into its original place, “Most people ask me if I ever shut up.”
Mobius looked away from the door to Loki with that ever present smile, “I already know the answer to that one,” he winked then pushed the door open and walked inside.
Loki took a few more seconds to follow him than he perhaps would have had Mobius not winked at him.
When he finally did walk in he was met with… an apartment, fairly lifeless, the style of the rest of the TVA continued inside of the place, a small kitchen, a living area with a screen which looked like a television but he dare not ask in case that bloody cartoon clock began to play, there were a couple of doors leading off to one side and a couple more leading off on the other side.
“I don’t understand.”
“What don’t you understand?”
“Don’t use that patronising tone on me, I'm not a child.”
Mobius sighed, “I wasn’t using a patronising tone on you, Loki, I was asking you what you don’t understand, which is okay.”
Loki gritted his teeth and began to move around the room, strolling to the kitchen, he wasn’t sure if it was to stop himself from snapping again, or, gods forbid, from apologising. “So?” He turned back to see Mobius watching him with his hands tucked into his pockets.
“So…? Use your words, Loki.”
Loki could see the glint in his eyes across the room, that time he had meant to “What’s the test? Has the variant been here? Or is there some sort of set of clues? Or…, I swear if there’s a training video or propaganda video I shall launch myself out of the windows.”
“Nah, we’ll start on the training and propaganda in a day or two, not right this second, and those aren’t windows.”
Loki turned to look at the windows, “What are you talking about, of course it’s… oh simulated glass panes… I must have sustained a concussion from The Hulk, I’m never usually this slow.”
“Of course…” he said in a way which made it clear that he did not believe it, “We can get you checked out at the medbay tomorrow, if you like, being here might be affecting your healing capacity. This isn’t some form of test, it’s an apartment, my apartment.”
“It’s…” Loki looked around again with fresh eyes, it was still fairly lifeless, but there was a bright yellow mug on the draining board with that bloody clock on it, and a Coca Cola red pen on the table closest to him, a few certificates with ‘Mobius M. Mobius’ on all of them, along with some books which didn’t seem to be propaganda for the TVA… interesting…
“It’s very…,” he tried to think of a compliment but gave up quickly, so instead gave a shrug, “it’s smaller than my childhood nursery was.”
Mobius gave a laugh, “I’m sure it is.”
“Well it’s very… it’s certainly an apartment… Why precisely are we here?”
“It was agreed by Judge Renslayer that if you would be working with us you deserved to be housed somewhere which isn’t a cell, of course you can’t go anywhere without me, and this apartment is fully secure.”
“You’re not worried that I’ll slit your sleep in your sleep?”
“It would mean I don’t have to get around to all of the paperwork on my desk.”
Loki frowned, why did this man never take his threats seriously? “If I’m staying here where will you be staying?”
“There’s two bedroom’s Loki, you’ll be staying in the guest bedroom.”
“A guest bedroom? Why do you have a guest bedroom? Are you allowed guests at the TVA headquarters? Do you have guests? Like your mother? Do you have a mother? Do all of the apartments have guest bedrooms? Are you agents allowed to get married and have kids? I don’t see why else you’d need two-.”
“Loki, can we stay on topic, please?”
“Sorry,” Loki swallowed, looking around once more, then back at Mobius, “I… I suppose it’s better than a cell.” The best thing about the cell had been Mobius’s visits, because Loki enjoyed annoying him, and nothing more.
“Marginally,” Mobius chuckled. “Is that a yes? Cause if not I should get you down to a proper cell before dinner time.”
“I… I suppose.”
“You don’t sound very enthusiastic, the cells really aren’t that bad, if you’d be more comfortable in your own space then I can take you there.”
Loki rolled his eyes, dropping into a rather uncomfortable armchair, he almost regretted his dramatics, almost . “I’m staying… But if you try to indoctrinate me into your cult with more of those videos I’ll skin you alive.”
“That’s the spirit.”
Loki was certain that he was going to kill either himself or Mobius by the end of the week.
#lokius#lokius fic#wowki#wowki fic#agent mobius#mobius m mobius#loki#loki laufeyson#loki disney+#loki show#they were roommates fic#twr fic#twr
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The patient in 1001A
Dabi x Reader
Ask -> “Okay but here me out. Could I get a short nsfw fic with Dabi being in a mental hospital cause he got caught with LOV and then seducing a nurse? Like a Joker and Harley vibe nomsayin? But DABI! Thank you!”
Word count: Almost 10k
Warnings: Well for one it’s not a short fic… Smut, Toxic relationship (I mean c’mon it’s like Joker and Harley so yeah..) Gaslighting, brief mention of suicide, manipulation and more ‘dark shit’. Reader discretion is advised. And no.. you do not call him Mr. D...lol
“Good morning Mr. Cash” You greeted in disinterest, swiping your I.D across the scanner. The light flashed a pale lime green allowing you to pass through the heavy reinforced doors.
“Mornin’ (Name).” He smiled, his eyes sliding back to the screen of the computer. “You’ve got a new one in your section.”
“Oh, Yeah I heard that someone was being transferred from black gate.” You mused, the door clicking close behind you. Once you were past the door you no longer had sight of the man, but you did hear him mutter something about Tartarus.
Your footsteps echoed throughout the long white hall as you made your way down to the locker room. Once there your fingers turned the dial of your locker and you slipped in your bag and changed your shoes and scrubs. You closed the metal door with your hip, clipping on your I.D while your other hand thumbed at your phone. Once you had wired money to your mother you slipped the device into your pocket and headed out onto the floor for the day.
The majority of your shift was uneventful. You checked in on some patients, administered medicine and chatted with the janitor. Kotako Urumi was a pleasant man and you spent the majority of your free time signing in communication with the man. The both of you were in the employee break room midday when he began to sign about his day. Your brows furrowed at what he recounted.
“So, they drugged him?” A nod. “Well that explains why Dr. Crane told me not to bother with him this morning”
It wasn’t uncommon for new patients to thrash about when they arrived. However, you never got patients with quirks as dangerous as the one Kotako mentioned the man having. Your appetite had soured at the tale, butterflies hatching in your belly as you realized you’d have to check up on him after lunch. Once the hands of the clock pointed to twelve-thirty you punched in and took the stairs trying to make the trip longer than it needed to be.
Soon, sooner than you would have liked you were standing in front of room 1001A. There was no sound. You briefly wondered if the sedative was still working it’s magic and he was unconscious. You lifted up your I.D card towards the scanner, your hands shook; the spork on the tray you held almost falling to the floor. ‘According to Urumi he burned two guards and sent Dr. Eno to the E.R with third degree burns.’ The green light froze your plasma and brought you out of your mind.
And quickly before you changed your mind you pulled down the knob and opened the door. The snowy walls and decor were nothing new but there sitting up on the cot was your patient. His azure gaze bore into you and you had to bite down on your tongue to hold in your shock. The glare you received was intrusive and bone chilling. Those eyes held you captive as they yelled out at you maliciously. This one stare was threatening your very existence and your heart dropped.
Sweat lined your hands and you wished you would have asked one of the guards to come up with you. The pressure that had you pinned to your spot was lifted when he rolled his eyes and looked away from you. Your heart ran a marathon and you felt foolish for its needless rapidness. A thick white material hugged his thin frame, harsh belts holding his arms tight to his frame and to your immense relief a gold loop hung from the collar of the jacket signifying that it was one of the quirk cancelling restraints.
Before you could step into the room a hand clapped down on your shoulder and this time you did yelp. A bellowing laugh followed your surprised squeak and you turned to glare at the security officer. You shot the man a dirty look as he ushered you forwards into the room, his hand at the small of your back. You were about to retort when you noticed the bandages that covered his arms.
“You shouldn’t be in here by yourself princess.” You grimaced at the unwanted pet name. He ignored your discomfort as he usually did and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, jabbing a thumb to the patients’ idle form. “That bastards dangerous and he would have no problem in taking a bit out of a meek little thing like you.”
“I can take care of myself.” You scoffed trying to shrug his arm off without dropping the tray. “Let go I need to feed-
Before you could finish said tray clamored against the ground. Your jaw hung in shock as you looked at the wasted food then towards the guard. You furrowed your eyes in anger at what he’d done but the brute didn’t even let you speak as he gripped your arm harshly.
“That asshole deserves to fucking starve.” He hissed, he grabbed his walkie form his belt and you heard static as he spoke. “Yeah, I’m going to need assistance in 1001A, he attacked the nurse, dropped the food and all that.” He lied.
You sputtered incredulously at his nonsense. “What the hell Hiroka.” Your voice was a weak waver.
“What?” He grinned. “I’m just giving the janitor a bit of work to do.”
He tugged you out of the room and you caught the cerulean gaze of your patient, you couldn’t discern the look he gave you as obsidian locks obscured his eyes. You pulled out of his grasp and quickly walked away to get something else for the man.
You were disheartened to find that there wasn’t much left in the kitchens. You put together what you could and made it to the elevator. Once you were trekked back to the patients' room when you saw that a small crowd had gathered. Kotako was cleaning up the mess as Hiroka informed the director of what happened.
“T-that’s not true.” You stuttered. “He didn’t attack me. Hi-“ You shivered at the look the burly man gave you. A silent threat if ever you’d seen one. “Y-you can check the camera.” You finished weakly.
Cash at the front desk was radioed and you knew that the truth was fruitless, Hiroka was going to get away with it. Cash was lousy at his job, he wasn’t a bad person he just didn’t check the cameras too busy with his hands under the table, playing a mobile game. So, you weren’t surprised when he said that he didn’t see anything.
“Right, Hiroka next time don’t call such false alarms.” The director huffed.
“Sorry boss, I heard the little lady scream and assumed the worse ya know.” He said pointing towards his injuries. He then let out a cruel laugh. “She probably saw his face and got frightened.”
The director just nodded in exasperation and told the both of you not to let it happen again. You were just glad that Hiroka left with the director. You paid no heed to the nasty look he gave you and went into the room. Kotako waved at you wiping up the last of the mash from the floor. Once that was scooped up, he signed to you.
“Yes, I’d feel better if you did.” You smiled, glad that your friend would be waiting for you outside. You then looked towards the scarred man who sat motionless in white. As if he were a wild animal you walked over to him slowly and sat upon the stool in the room near his bed. You then got a closer look at him… You wouldn’t unpack that now.
“I-I brought you food.” You stuttered.
You had sat there for around five minutes before his stomach growled and with great reluctance, he turned to you and opened his mouth. You blinked at him like a fool for a minute before realizing what he was doing.
“Sorry if it doesn’t taste so great.” You whispered watching as his lips closed over the plastic. He didn’t speak to you, as a matter of fact he didn’t look to be there with you at all. ‘Must be the meds’ you thought, lifting another spoon to his mouth. The cycle continued until he sealed his lips. You flinched when he suddenly leaned towards you.
You wiped his mouth, your face hot for getting scared yet again. You chose not to acknowledge the smirk on his face. Amusement danced in his eyes as you scuttled to get everything together. Most of your other patients didn’t need to be hand fed save for the handless man that was transferred from Tartarus three months ago. So, you quickly figured out a timetable on when you’d feed him. You had bid the man goodbye and just as your hand touched the cool metal of the handle you heard him speak.
“Thanks.”
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You thought of the cerulean eyed man as you laid in bed that night. When you returned at six-thirty to give him dinner he seemed more alert, drugs finally out of his system. You had helped him to the bathroom still jittery when you noticed that he had genital piercing that had been removed. He didn’t say anything as you stared but a slow smirk slid onto his lips.
You smothered a pillow onto your burning face. Your patient was attractive and definitely packing. But that’s not why you were thinking of him. He said something again, like last time right before you left. It had eaten at you the whole ride back to your apartment. And as you slipped into unconsciousness it rang in your mind.
‘Do you think that asshole deserved what I did to him?’
You woke the next day an odd pep in your step as you got ready for another day of work. A smile tugged at your lips on the bus-ride to the asylum. You tossed Cash a careless ‘Good morning’ and walked into the locker room. You swiped at your mother’s notification and wired her another hundred. Then you were out on the floor again.
“Any pain today?” You asked your handless patient. An annoyed no filled your ears as the golden eyed man went back to listening to his favorite podcast. You left his room with a smile glad that he was finally eating most of his food.
Then you made your way over to 1001A. You opened the door with a bit more ease ,a smile on your lips.
“’Morning.” You chirped.
You helped him brush and tried to give him more privacy by not looking when he relieved himself. Soon you were in front of him bringing scrambled eggs to his charred lips. You looked at his scars intently wondering if they were done purposefully. You were so engrossed in your stare that the splat of the pancake on his lap lifted you off your seat.
“A-ah I’m so sorry.” You squeaked, trying to dab at the sticky syrup coating his lap. ‘No good, I’ll need to get him a change of clothes.’ “Sorry”
“No problem doll.” Heat shot up to your cheeks at the teasing tone.
“D-don’t poke fun, it was an accident.” You mumbled.
“What? You want to know how I got these scars?” He hummed.
This perked your interest but before you could ask the door was slammed open. And then your good mood was soured. Hiroka entered the room. “I thought I told you that you shouldn’t be in here alone with him.” He scolded.
“Well the boss said we’re allowed to go in on our own unless we feel threatened.” You frowned, your fingers tightening on the spork.
“And you feel all safe with that?” He scoffed incredulously. ‘More than I do with you’ You thought. “Lis-
“I-If I need your assistance Mr. Hisoka I will ask. But as of right now I do not.” Your voice shook but you held firm and continued. “Please leave your making the patient uncomfortable.”
The door slammed shut behind you and you let out a sigh of relief. The so called ‘patient’ watched the ordeal with unconcealed amusement. “I dunno sweetheart I wouldn’t say I was uncomfortable.” He mocked.
You felt your eyes roll at his insinuation. But ultimately, he was right, you absolutely loathed Hisoka and felt incredibly uncomfortable around him.
“Right… Let’s get you a change of clothes.”
‘He’s so skinny.’ You noted as you slid the white fabric up his legs. You were squatting down in front of his parted legs, only noticing the awkwardness of the position when you noticed the slight bump underneath his briefs. And when you looked up you inhaled sharply. Azure eyes looked down at you very indecently. You shot up quickly asking him to stand so that you could pull them up the rest of the way.
That night you dreamt of your patient. You stared up at him through your lashes and his hand came up under your chin. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip and your tongue came to side along the warm skin. Azure eyes looked down at you. “where do we go from here babydoll?”
Heat pooled in your belly at the words, his hand guiding you towards the tent in his pants. When your lips met the warm bulge, you gasped and looked up at him. It was then that you looked down at yourself. Your scrubs were on the stool, one of your hands underneath your panties; fingers circling your clit. You were dripping and the nod of the man was what the green light you needed to go ahead and pull him out of his trousers.
But as soon as your hand tugged at his pants a swirling heat surrounded you. It wasn’t the pleasurable kind you were feeling up till that point. No, this one was painful, it licked at your skin charring the flesh as you screamed. You only fell back as you tried to move away a blue inferno quickly surrounding your body, downing you in a hurricane of fire.
“what’s wrong sweetheart?” He leered. “It’s just a little heat.”
The metal that seemed to hold his jaw in place snapped. The pulling of flesh startled you as blood and flames poured out of the wound. One by one the staples on his body erupted and with each pop the flames grew bigger, hotter until they consumed everything in the room, yourself included….
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You woke with a start. Your skin damp with sweat, hands clammy and eyes unfocused. ‘A nightmare’ You wheezed. ‘It was just a nightmare.’ You consoled yourself. You were almost late that day, your movements sluggish and uncoordinated.
You muttered a hasty good morning to Cash and got dressed. You slid your phone into your pocket and walked out onto the floor. Kotako had given you something for your headache during lunch but it seemed as though it was wearing off.
“You look like shit.” Your golden eyed patient stated when you walked in to give him lunch.
“Feel like it too.” You coughed. He scampered away from you repulsed at your sickness. After forcing you to wear gloves and a medical mask he finally settled down to eat. Then you headed off to 1001A. To your relief the asshole of a guard was nowhere in sight.
The dark-haired male of 1001A chewed thoughtfully as he gazed at your sickish appearance. You had come into his room with the same skittishness as the first day and it seemed as though you were fighting to stay awake. He watched as you blinked back sleep and without warning you had fallen forwards onto his chest. He could feel the warm of your skin on his chest and he snorted.
“How careless.” He muttered. Since his arms were practically glued to his abdomen he couldn’t really move much, so he stayed there letting you snooze against his chest.
You snuggled against the warmth of his chest… You shot back, stool tipping over and you landed on your back harshly.
“Ouch, you okay dollface?” He asked.
Your wide eyes frantic gaze filled him with amusement. You’ve been amusing him since he’d landed in this hell hole. You scampered up quickly, still disoriented and you slurred out a question.
“About thirty minutes.” He shrugged.
“Fuck!” He rose a brow, he hadn’t heard you curse. “I-I mean I’m sorry I’ve got to go. I’m sorry.” Apologies spewed from your lips and tears began to blur your vision, your breath escaping you in short rapid succession.
“Oh shit.” He cussed, running towards the door, bringing his leg up to bring attention towards his room.
“N-no” You slurred. “I-I st-still need to give Ms. Hina her medicine.”
To your immense relief the one who threw back the door was Kotaro. You were let off early that day and thanks to your friend no one knew was informed about what actually happened. You were off the next day and had gotten much needed rest.
“No, sorry it won’t happen again. I just got sick. No mother, I wasn’t trying to be neglectful. Yes, I know. Next paycheck promise.”
You hug up with a sigh slipping on your shoes. The bus was early that day and Cash asked if you were doing alright. Kotaro was a different story; he had been so worried. You had showered him in thanks while waiting to clock in. You hit the floor running that day and once again you were in front of 1001A Dabi’s breakfast in hand. You owed him and you were going to thank him with the only thing he’d be allowed to receive. An extra serving of chocolate pudding for dinner.
“Good..Morning Dr. Eno…” The doctor was still covered in wrap and he was accompanied by Hiroka.
“(Name)” The doctor greeted. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I’ve been coming here at this time since last week.” You replied, your brows furrowed as they zoned in on a syringe. “I’m sorry I don’t remember Dabi having to take any new medication.”
“That’s because this one’s new.” The doctor’s tone was clipped. “It’ll help him.” He assured.
Dabi’s eyes bore into yours and you shifted awkwardly. Regardless of his previous criminal status he had helped you out the least you could do was ask what the drug was for…right? “What’s it for exactly.”
Hiroka shot you a look. “You don’t need to know.” You felt your heart sink, something was definitely up.
“Dr. Eno.” You shouted. “I asked what’s it for.” You saw his hand tremble. “Whatever it is you're trying to do…Don’t do it.”
“Can you just shut the fuck up (Name)?” Hiroka hissed. “He’s had this coming. Do you know how many people this prick has killed? Hm? Do you know how disfigured Eno is underneath that? This is justice okay? We’re putting this asshole down. It’s better for everyone this way.”
“T-That’s.. But.. then why is he here?” You mumbled. “We’re here to help these people. To rehabilitate-
“Oh, wake the hell up (Name)” Dr. Eno hissed. “These people won’t change.”
Dr. Eno lifted the syringe ready to pierce the man’s skin and end his life. However, before he could Dabi kicked the doctor in the chest. The injured man flew back at the force and Hiroka dashed to restrain him. You turned towards the door and Hisoka realized his mistake.
“Help!” You hollered. “Help someone!”
Hisoka was going to run towards you when Dabi’s teeth sunk into his arm. The burly man punched the dark-haired man repeatedly desperate for him to let go. Dr. Eno had finally scrambled up from the floor and had tried to yank you back. However, you had managed to grab the attention of some of the guards and doctors on the floor and they were quickly rushing over.
Shock filled your eyes when you felt the needle pierce your neck. Hisoka’s eyes widened as the liquid was pushed into your veins. The three of them watched as your body hit the floor with a dull thud. The room was then stormed by security…
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When you came to you realized one very important thing… You were alive? Urumi was there when you awoke and quickly gave you the rundown. But you could only really focus on one thing. You were alive. Your world seemed to be in clearer focus afterwards. Work had become much more pleasant now that Hisoka was fired. Dr. Eno had managed to make a run for it somehow but both of them seemed to be off the grid.
That didn’t matter to you. Your monotone life was finally back, and you were grateful for the comfort of normalcy. You’d kept your routine, and surprisingly you took a liking to your scarred patient.
“Oh, c’mon doll don’t be cruel~” The patient of 1001A teased.
“No Dabi.” You huffed trying to put your foot down on the matter.
“Please?” He tried.
“Fine, but you owe me.” He grinned. And you somehow knew that if his hands would have been free, he would have waved at you as you left. The rest of the day was uneventful, you checked in on other patients, gave the germophobic patient some painkillers and chatted with Kotaro. You were filling in papers when you noticed that it was time to give the patients supper.
“Would you fucking watch what you’re doing.” Chisaki huffed annoyed that you were missing his mouth and dirtying his face.
“Sorry” You mused, wiping his cheek clean.
Chisaki was glad when you left his room and you quickly darted to Dabi’s room. You brushed off your scrubs and used your key card. His cerulean eyes seemed to light up when he saw you and you felt your heart thump.
“So? Did you get it?” He asked eagerly after practically inhaling his soup.
You then slid out the extra pudding cup and you felt a twinge of sympathy in your heart at his excitement. When the chocolate hit his tongue, he moaned. “You’re a fucking angel in this hell hole.” He rasped. Once done with both cups you wiped the corner of his lips, your eyes staring at the metal staples.
“What’s wrong angel face?” His whispered, his chocolatey breath fanning the skin of your cheeks. “Interested?”
You pulled back from his personal space and nodded dumbly. He motioned for you to come closer. You did so. You turned your head as it looked as if he were going to whisper it. But when you felt something hot and wet trace the shell of your ear you knew you had been duped. You pulled back with a squeal, your cheeks alight with fire.
“What the hell Dabi?!” you flushed, a glare fixing your eyes. He laughed at your expression. “Oh ha ha”
“Don’t be mad babydoll” He drawled. “I meant no harm by it, it was just too good to pass up.” You waited till he quieted down to speak.
“But seriously I.. I want to know.” You mumbled reaching up to touch the cool metal.
“I’ll tell.” He leaned forward. “On one condition.”
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“Fuck I haven’t been out of that room since I got here.” He groaned; his eyes absorbed every inch of the facility. He was eager to look at everything else.
“It must be horrible being cooped up in there all the time.” You bit your cheek at the thought.
“You have no idea.” He muttered. “Doll roll me over there.” He motioned with his head and you wheeled him over to the window.
You pulled out your phone to check the time as he looked at the cityscape. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, his long legs were strapped to the seat in precaution, the only way he was even allowed to exit his room. Your thoughts were interrupted by the dark-haired man.
“Hey (Name).” You jumped at the sound of your name passing through his lips. The way he enunciated your name made you shiver, and you suddenly wanted him to do it again.
“Y-yeah?”
“Do you think I’ll ever be allowed back out there?” He mused.
“Maybe.” You mused. “According to Kina you're showing improvement in your behavior.”
He was silent for a while. He then asked to be rolled to the cafeteria. It was then that you realized that he didn’t see other people, only you, the doctor, the night shift nurse and a couple of guards. After a few months of watching Dabi and interacting with him you began to notice that you take many things in life for granted.
“Say Dabi?” You began as you rolled him back to his room.
“Hmm”
“What’s the first thing you’d do if you get discharged.” You mused.
“Easy.” He scoffed. “Get my piercings back.”
A shit-eating grin split his face as you sputtered. You knew exactly which ones he was talking about. Whenever you scrubbed him he’d make it known..
“You don’t have to be so crass all the time.” You huffed unstrapping him. He got up and stretched his legs. You stayed there waiting.
“So.. When can I get a full shower again?” He asked.
“Dabiiiii” You whined.
“Fine.” He grumbled sitting on his cot. “I don’t like to talk about it.” He motioned to his scars and staples. “But a deal is a deal.”
“….That’s awful..” You whispered. As he explained the pain of his quirk. How his skin would consume itself and how his skin would pull. “Why..”
“Why what?”
“Why use it if it harms you.” You queried.
“To prove a point. This world is ugly (Name).” He continued. “It’s unfair and unjust and those so called heroes that claim to care and help others.. They’re all full of shit…”
He went silent after that and your shift came to a close. You found yourself laying in bed scrolling through your phone pondering everything Dabi had told you. You came across so much, and you came across Stain. You barely got any sleep that night as you read up on the corruption of the broken hero system.
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Dabi was surprisingly knowledgeable and you questioned if he was even mentally unstable. He’d tell you whatever you wanted to know, sometimes with the deal of getting extra pudding, longer wheelchair time or what seemed to be his new favorite topic; your life.
“Spill the beans dollface, How many?” He grinned.
“Z-zero.” You flushed.
“You're lying.” His eyes narrowed incredulously.
“I-It’s true, I’ve never really had the time for it. My mother was kindof a tyrant while I was growing up.” You confessed.
“You must have grown up in a good district. A cute innocent girl like you would have been torn to shreds by the bozos where I grew up.” He said.
“Hey! I’m n-not that innocent.” You protested.
“Oh yeah?” He patronized. “Have you ever touched yourself.”
The personal question caught you by surprise. You toyed with your fingers and nodded sheepishly, confused as to why you would even tell him.
Dabi looked at your embarrassed face and smirked. You really were innocent. Someone like you was easy to take advantage of, you were an adorable mouse just waiting for a fox to snatch you up. You shuffled out awkwardly that day no doubt thinking about the last topic.
Dabi made it his goal to fluster you afterwards, asking things that were very intimate. However, he made up for it by speaking of his own life. His hardships, his life within an abusive family, his current goals. You loved learning more about him and you loved it even more when he asked you about your favorite things. You asked Matsuo the night nurse of his relationship with Dabi and were glad to know that no one else shared this type of relationship with Dabi. Not even the psychiatrist knew what you knew of him.
“Sometimes, I think of going back… I think of trying to find my mother and reuniting with my siblings.” He spoke. “I wonder what they’d think of me. Would they understand? Would they hate me? Accept me?”
You could never find the right words, your arms would just wrap around him instinctively. He seemed to fill your head. You’d think of him daily pondering his words and at night you’d dream of his warm flesh pressed against yours. You wouldn’t tell him, but you had called his name a plethora of times as you pulsed around your fingers. It wasn’t right. You knew it wasn’t right, to feel this level of attraction towards your patient it was Ludacris. But every sunrise you could only dress hastily eager to get to work. Eager to see him.
“Morning Cash.” You beamed.
You wired money to your mother and quickly stepped out of the locker room. You headed towards the kitchens picking up two trays. You ignored the way Kotaro’s eyes bore into you questioningly. You waved at him as you left, pretending not to notice how his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Sadly, he had cornered you during your shared lunch break.
“Oh, C’mon Kotaro can’t I be happy to do my job?” He squinted his eyes at you. You hadn’t noticed it, but Kotaro was very perceptive. “Talking like him? No way.” You waved him off.
Kotaro signed something that made your blood still. “T-That’s crazy.” You laughed. But you weren’t stupid you knew about how people mimicked the ones they were interested. And you wouldn’t deny that you were interested in Dabi as a person, but Kotaro was clearly reading too much into things you didn’t like him like him… Did you?
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“You said that the security guard u front never really pays attention to the cameras, right?” He mused one day.
“Yeah…. Why?” You added.
“Well I was thinking...”
“Thinking?” You pressed, folding the napkin onto the tray.
“That maybe you could remove this.” He said gesturing towards the straight jacket.
“I don’t know.” You said slowly.
“You don’t trust me.” His dejected tone stirred your heart and when he cast his eyes away from you, you stood up, setting your jaw when you heard him whisper. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you.”
“D-Doesn’t Matsuo remove it when he gives you your sleeping pills.” He nodded.
“But I’m asleep by then, and he fastens it on right before he leaves for the day. I want to be able to at least move my hands. Just once, (Name).” You bit your lip in contemplation. He had been here for about six months now. He’s been behaving, taking his meds and doing what’s told of him. ‘Only for a little bit’ you thought.
“Fine.” You relented. “But only for a little bit. Cash may suck at his job, but he looks up occasionally.” The smile on his face reached your soul and you knew you were doing the right thing. You got closer, your heart thumping loudly in your chest as you loosened the first belt. Within the minute the jacket loosened until his arms hung by his side.
The long material of the jacker fan past his fingertips so he rolled them up and brought up his hands to clench his fists. For a moment you were worried he might use his quirk and engulf you in blue flames like in a nightmare you once had. But you trusted Dabi, he wasn’t going to hurt you…
You let out an audible gasp when he turned his head towards you. Without warning he came at you pressing your body against the wall, his arm underneath your chin, pressing your neck against the wall. Your eyes widened, heartbeat erratic as you were held in place by the man. Dabi watched as you stared at him, your doe like eyes were wide and unblinking. You were scared. and he let a smile cross his face as he pulled back just as quickly as he had restrained you. He stayed close, brushing his fingers against your jaw.
“I told you dollface.” He murmured “I won’t hurt you.”
“B-but you sure as hell did scare me.” You breathed.
“Scaring you is fun dollface.” He pinched your cheek. “And it’s fun to do~”
You pursed your lips but didn’t protest when his fingers explored your face. His other hand holding yours, pale fingers entwined with your own. You loved how warm his hand was in yours, you enjoyed his closeness, the feeling of having him around you, god you loved it all, but it’s something you’d never say aloud. Instead you basked in his attentions.
“Your face is warm.” He murmured. “You know.. I’ve been wanting to touch you for a while.”
Your mind did not compute. And your heart practiced gymnastics in your chest when his thumb pressed softly on your lower lip.
“There’s something else that I want to tell you (Name).” You were all ears! “It’s embarrassing especially coming from a guy like me…”
“T-tell me.” You whispered. His ocean eyes met yours locking you in place with the intensity of his stare.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been happy a single day of my life, and I don’t think anyone’s ever been as nice to me as you’ve been.” The words were quiet and low. “Baby doll you’re the only thing keeping me sane and grounded here.” He continued in his secret tone. You were left speechless and your breath was all but stolen when you felt the gentle press of his lips on yours.
The kiss was like no other you’d ever received; the contrast in texture was mind numbing, solidifying the fact that yes you were indeed kissing Dabi. Your lips trembled against his, legs shaking weakly as he stole your breath. When he pulled away his forehead rested on yours, eyes gazing into yours. Your face was flush and despite knowing that on some level this was wrong, that you could lose your job, hell he might capsize and you could even lose your life but that didn’t stop you from leaning in again.
‘This is crazy’
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On your bus-ride home you were in a state of bliss, fingers coming up to touch your lips in disbelief. Even as you climbed into bed that night you thought of that moment. Soft words and kisses swarmed your mind and you could only think of him. Your fantasies consisted of holding his hand as you walked through town, meeting his friends, and coming closer to him… Intimately.
“Dabi~” You huffed, your fingers deep inside your slick walls. You thought of his long pale fingers, imagining that they were the ones stroking your blushing walls. Your back arched off the bed when you began to swirl your fingers around the puffy head of your clit.
“Nnghh close” You mumbled deliriously. Your eyes were closed, and, in your minds eye, his warm hands stoked your body, lips molding into yours feverishly as he thrust into your dripping heat. Cerulean eyes captivated your sight as he moved against you.
You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging at the strands as he brought you closer. You were shamefully loud. Begging for your vision of him to let you cum. At one point you could vividly hear his voice and when it gave you permission you felt your mind grow blank, your toes curling as a wave of relief flooded your body. You exclaimed something as you came. Something your friend had mentioned, and it was as you laid panting in the mess of your release that you realized that he was right…
You loved him.
Your face was warm when you entered his room the next day for breakfast, the kiss you shared and your activities the previous night catching up to you.
“Mornin’ Doll” he drawled.
You unfastened the belts and allowed him to get ready. When he came out of the restroom, you locked the door as procedure demanded. You realized that this was the first time in which you wouldn’t have to hand feed him. The thought of him not needing you, it was disheartening. You were brought out of your thoughts when he cleared his throat.
“Forgetting something angel?” He teased. You were seated in front of him immediately, bringing the spork up towards his lips. The same lips you wanted to feel again. Soon, much too soon you were finished and tightening the belts of his jacket. Your brows were furrowed as you secured it, you didn’t want to part from him. ‘
Dabi searched your face watching as your lips pursed in disappointment. It seemed as though you were finally aware of your feelings for him. He had known for a while that you fancied him. You were gazing at the golden loop of his restraint when you felt the dual texture of his lips press against your lips in a chaste kiss.
“See ya later doll.” He hummed, turning to lay on his cot.
Your ears burned at the action but when you looked towards him you realized that he was facing the wall. ‘He’s embarrassed’ you thought with a smile on your lips as you exited. You weren’t privy to his thoughts but in that moment, you figured that you had guessed his emotions correctly.
“Hey Ko.” You greeted. He smiled in hello, going back to his meal. “Woah what’s the rush?!” You asked your friend as he inhaled his food. You waited patiently for him to sign.
“Ugh seriously?” You groaned. “They should hire someone else onto this floor too, they’re really overworking you.”
Kotako disagreed. He told you about how he would get paid less than he does and well his salary wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Yours wasn’t either but most of your paycheck was wired to your mother..
“See ya.” You waved as he went off to clean. You wondered if you should tell him. ‘Would he be okay with it… Most likely’ you mused.
For weeks your days repeated, Wake, work, home with the addition of sneaky kisses with Dabi whenever you were alone, whether it be in his room, or when you wheeled him around. Those were always the most fun, the rush of adrenaline you got when his lips met yours meshed with the fear of getting caught. It was a thrill. He was a thrill and you always looked forward to your time with him.
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“Ha! Beat that!” You cheered as your wad of paper stuck to the wall higher than his. The next wet slap of paper against the white plaster climbed higher. You huffed rolling a ball another wad and bringing the straw to your lips. As you were blowing air into it Dabi nudged you.
“You cheater!” you laughed, watching as the ball sagged down the wall and onto the floor. The both of you sat blocking the door and uncaring if Cash happened to see. After all so long as nothing bad was going on he wasn’t going to say anything. ‘Too much paperwork’ he’d say.
“You look a sight babydoll” He breathed. You sputtered, throwing him a questioning look, he responded by tugging the soft flesh of your cheek. “Your smile. You didn’t do much of that before.”
“Oh..” Was your quiet reply. “That’s ‘cause there wasn’t much to look forward to.” You mumbled playing with your fingers. He grinned at the insinuation but then he asked something that made you think. He had a knack for making you rethink things.
“Then why’d you keep working here if you didn’t like it?” He asked. “I could never.”
“That’s because you're so? So.. free spirited?” You muttered. “You do what you want, say what you want and only care about it being good for you. I can’t do that.” Though you so wished to share his hedonistic lifestyle.
“Let me guess.” He began “Parent’s made you do it?” You nodded.
“She pushed me hard, said I should be something that earns decent money.” You shrugged. “Not that I see most of it anyways…”
“Then quit, stop sending her cash and live your life.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“W-what?! I can’t do that?!” He gave you a look.
“Why not? Tell me what does she do with your money?” You frowned at the answer. “Thought so, she’s living large with your shit an-
“And supporting my step-dad’s addiction.” You added.
“No Doll, you're supporting it. Be selfish, you have a career because of her but it doesn’t mean shit if you hate it. Besides what exactly do you owe her?” He pressed.
“…I don’t exactly hate it..” You mumbled. “I get to help people, see Ko and uh… you.”
“I guess life for me would get shittier if you did quit huh?” He laughed. “Well then Angel, Let me give you a bit of advice. Stop sending her cash and I don’t know? buy yourself a car or something. Trust me you’ll feel ten times better about your life.”
You had come to the conclusion that Dabi seemed to always be right. You hadn’t given your mother a dime and when she called you had told her off. Finally putting your foot down and saying you wouldn’t wire money to fund her life of debauchery. It felt good. Dabi had taught you so much about life, things you weren’t aware of. For one you realized that people were taking advantage of you, Second, you were living a monotone life devoid of anything thrilling and third, he opened your eyes to a part of yourself that longed for intimacy. That longed for him.
Life had taken a change the next week you were pulling into the driveway of the facility. The day of, you showed off your new car to Kotako who was more than impressed with your new assertiveness. That morning you sported a matching grin with the cerulean man as you told him of your recent endeavor. Electric blue congratulated you for taking reins of your own life.
“Guess what?” You bubbled one day.
“Hm?”
“I was three districts away from my home yesterday when I came across one of your friends.” You chimed, slipping out a note from your pocket and handing it over to him. It was a crude drawing, but he knew what it was. The league’s current location and a familiar drawing of a head with two buns that signed it as official.
“So?” You pressed.
“Thanks Doll.” He hummed a lazy smirk claiming his face as his lips pressed against your temple. Your heart almost imploded, you loved making him smile but you wanted to know what the note was, and Dabi told you. “Listen this is very dangerous stuff Doll.”
“I know..” You mumbled.
“It’s a hideout.” He answered honestly. “They think I’m going to escape this hellhole” He scoffed. “Anyways I don’t want you going there, it’s not for you.” You frowned at that.
“I mean it (Name).” He reprimanded.
“Fine.” You relented.
How was Dabi supposed to stop you? He was locked in a reinforced ‘cage’. You decided to go after work. You knew Dabi told you not to, but you couldn’t help yourself. He had aroused your curiosity and you had a burning desire to know more and more. You wanted to know everything about Dabi even the dangerous unpleasantness of his criminal actions. And so you went.
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“Can you take me to the roof?” He asked. It wasn’t impossible, you let the director know. He had agreed, Dabi’s behavior had been explanatory and it was a better alternative than having him in the gardens, where escape was possible.
The heavy doors closed with a slam and you undid the man’s bindings. There were no cameras up here, nothing but gravel and a cool breeze that tickled your cheek. Dabi stretched, joints popping as he reached towards the sun. It looked like he was attempting to pull it out from beneath the clouds. You had only been up here a handful of times mostly with your janitor friend. Dabi walked around the large area and you set a blanket down on the rough pebbles.
You watched grey clouds idle in the sky, their pace a languid stroll. You didn’t notice the silence until it was too late. You shot up from your reclined position, heart in your throat when you saw Dabi at the ledge. There was no gate, no rail, just a five-foot wall and a high fall. To your horror the thin man stood on the wall.
“D-Dabi!?” You croaked.
He looked over to you, glazed azure staring at down at you. Your heart punched against your rib cage painfully when he extended his arms, his head tilting back, the breeze tossing around long strands of white and obsidian.
“This is nice.” You heard him sigh. “Isn’t it beautiful (Name)?” He called tilting his head towards the shadowy city.
“Y-yeah.” You gulped not even looking.
“You didn’t even look.” He scoffed. “Don’t you see it?”
“See what?” You mumbled.
“The world devouring itself.” He breathed.
“Dabi please.” You whispered.
“Hm?”
“Get down from there.” You felt a liquid burn your cheek as it slipped onto the ground.
“Very poor choice of words babydoll” He chuckled, and lifted a foot in the direction of the fall. “You never said which way.”
“Dabi!” You cried, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket and pulling at him with all of your weight. Your head spun when his weight collided against you onto the ground. When the world stopped spinning you sat up, he was sitting in front of you and you just couldn’t stop yourself.
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Tears lined your vision as his hair obstructed the view of his face. You had turned his head with the force of your hit. But Dabi only laughed.
“Why so serious doll.” He grinned turning his head towards you. “I was only joking.”
“Well it wasn’t funny.” You sniffled angrily.
“I’ve thought of it before.” He hummed. “Jump Matsuo and well you know.. Life in here sucks angel, The foods always bland, the walls are always white the only thing keeping me relatively sane is you.. But I wonder when it won’t be enough. In the long hours of the night when you're gone and my meds don’t work, I think about it. Maybe that’s why I was moved here.”
You didn’t answer, you didn’t know how to. So, you sat their fists balled up as he spoke. “Would you have been sad?” He asked.
“I would have followed you.” You didn’t waste a second in your answer. “I’d follow you to hell Dabi.”
“I’m flattered.” He flushed.
“Does this mean I’m as crazy as you?” You laughed.
“Depends~” He drawled.
“On?”
“How far you’re willing to fall with me.” He grinned, his hands sliding on top of yours. “Let’s leave, this place is just as much a prison for you as it is for me.”
It was then that you knew what you had to do. Your fingers dug into your pocket where you produced a familiar looking knife.
“Guess who gave me this?” You whispered.
“I thought I told you not too.” He grinned.
“You were testing me weren’t you.” You hummed. “Eno and Hiroka weren’t all too happy to see me.” You bit your cheek in embarrassment and muttered a hasty apology for not catching on.
“You know there’s no going back after this.” His breath tickled your face and you leaned in closer.
“I know.”
You removed the space between you and pressed your lips against his; sighing when his hand settled at the back of your head. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip and you quickly parted then for him allowing the warmth of his tongue to invade your taste. Chocolate pudding, you smiled against his moving lips. When he pulled back you chased him greedily capturing his lips.
He laughed into your mouth, amused at your eagerness but not against it. It was when your hands finally tangled in his hair to bring him closer than he pushed you back. Smoldering eyes burned into you and your breath caught.
“One last chance babydoll.” He rasped.
“I want you.” You breathed. “I want this.”
He didn’t need you to say anymore. Your back hit the gravel, tiny peebles indenting the soft flesh of your back. His covetous hands roamed and slid underneath the fabric of your scrubs. Large palms igniting your flesh with every knead. His chocolatey tongue invaded your mouth once more, the wet muscle gliding across yours. Your fingers dug into his back as you pulled him impossibly close. You were desperate to feel more of him. To have him surround and consume your trembling form.
“Someone’s eager.” He chuckled, but he wasn’t faring any better. He’d been abstinent for months and his fingers clutched your skin desperately. God he’d wanted to fuck you for months. His lips ate at the skin of your neck hungrily, they were rough against the soft skin and you gasped at the feelling. Your body was warm and your temperature only rocketed as he began to tug your shirt off your body.
Dabi’s eyes gazed at your exposed skin, his eyes aglow. He pawed at your chest fumbling with the clasp of your bra in his haste. You sat up and helped him a smug look on your face. “Someone’s eager.” You snarked back.
“Ha.” He sassed, his warm hands cupping the soft flesh once they were free. “I haven’t seen tits in a long time.” He laughed his fingers tugging at the hardened buds. As he contented himself with the flesh of your breasts you pulled at his jacket. Once the white material was off his hands when back to your body.
You’d seen his lean body more times than you could count but it was still fascinating and your hands mapped the strong textured muscles of his torso. The discolored skin paired with his pale flesh was definitely interesting. “Admiring the pathwork doll~”
“It’s not patchwork.” You pouted, bringing your lips to the marred skin of his pecs. “It’s beautiful.”
He didn’t respond to that instead he pushed you back onto your back and dug his fingers under the hem of your pants. The heavy material slid off your legs and you shivered. You were almost bare before him. It was something you had wanted for so long. Dabi’s hands grabbed the soft pulpy flesh of your thighs and pulled them apart, his smirking eyes never leaving yours.
“Tell me honestly (Name).” You whined at the sound of your name on his lips. “You’ve thought of me doing this to you.”
You nodded dumbly. But Dabi had stopped a mean glint in his eyes. “What did I do to you in your little fantasies doll?”
You gasped, your face throbbing with embarrassment. His hand came down on the fat of your thigh as he pressed you for an answer. “C’mon babydoll tell me what dirty things I did to you? Did I touch your cute little pussy?” The deviant made a show of sticking out his tongue before adding. “Did I eat your trembling cunt?”
“F-fingers.” You stuttered. “You stretched me out with your fingers.”
“And?” He leered, his fingers playing with the elastic of your panties.
“T-then you um, you um-” You stumbled over your words but Dabi knew what you meant, he’d caught you staring more times that he could count and he brought your hand to the thing you felt only in dreams. Just like the rest of him, it was hot and firm. You felt his length throb against your hand.
“And this was splitting you open right?” He teased.
“Pretty much.” You breathed, you felt yourself clench at his size. Fuck he was going to destroy you.
He didn’t bother with pulling them off and pushed the damp material to the side. He looked long and hard at your cunt and when his eyes came back to yours you could practically read his smug thoughts and his next words weren’t surprising.
“Are you always this wet or am I just lucky?” You rolled your eyes, tensing when his fingers slid up your slit. They glided up easily. “Hold your thighs up.”
You complied, spreading your legs wide for the scarred man. His wet fingers glistened when he held them up and you saw the gooey liquid stretch when he separated them. An amused lift of his brow was all you got before he went back to play with your dripping cunt. You keened loudly when he pressed against your clit.
Tight slow circles had you panting, Without warning he picked up the pace; the long fingers of his other hands had slid into your slick walls. Two fingers stroked alongside the gummy flesh until you let out a loud moan. He grinned and stretched you further slipping in another digit, he pumped them in and out in time with the figures on your clit.
Your chest heaved as a pressure began to build in your loins. You didn’t want to cum so fast but his fingers were as skillful as you had imagined. They played with your kitty in all the right ways, so much so that you bit the flesh of your lower lip to try to muffle your squeals.
“N-not yet!” You whined, knowing that if you came now you’d only scream when he slid his cock inside of you. The overstimulation would be too much, but he didn’t relent. In fact all you heard was the rhythmic ‘shclop’ of his hand pressing in and out of your pussy. It wasn’t long before your walls were clenching around his fingers, your release further drenching them.
“Yeah I’m not gonna last very long.” He grinned feeling the tightness of your cunt suck his fingers in deeper.
“Whaa?” You slurred in your hazy pleasure.
“Doll I’ve been here what? Eight months. I can’t remember the last time I jerked off.” He informed while leaning over your slick body. “But one things for sure.” He chuckled darkly, something more for drama than to frighten.
“You're going to be stuffed full when I’m done.” He smirked as he lined up with your quivering cunt. You were looking forward to it, your answer a needy drag of his name.
“Oh fuck.” You whimpered as he pressed into you. He was massive, easily stretching you out further than your fingers, further than his. God it was amazing. He slid out to the tip and slammed back into you bottoming out and drawing a cry from your lips.
His pace was fast, he hit deep allowing you to feel the prominent veins of his cock along your walls. With every thrust he pressed down on you, legs stinging as they were pushed into your body. He leaned down enough to press his lips against yours messily. One hand going underneath your leg to grasp at your bouncing breasts.
Your legs were numb as he kept his punishing speed, his arm coming down to rest against your head as he pounded into you. He was on top of you by this point cock angled to hit your most sensitive spots. White hot pleasure heated your veins and curled your toes. All you could do was cling to him and babble incoherently.
“Nngh hah Dazshi.” You slurred as he surrounded your body, the heat of his skin singed yours and you were close. “Coming ah~ I-”
You were cut off by a deep groan, your pussy had clenched around him and he couldn’t hold it back. He spilled inside of you, thick ropes decorating your walls. He continued to fuck you through it pumping copious amounts of cum into your tightening pussy. Your mouth was agape as he kept feeding you, your greedy cunt clenching around his cock eager for more. And more he gave as his seed began to spill out from your throbbing hole.
Your fingers dug into his biceps; your eyes crossing at the feel of being stuffed. Dabi panted above you pulling out to drop the rest of his release onto the gravel. He watched as your pussy leaked thick white liquid sliding down your folds. He reached in to push it back in your body jolting at the action. Before you could question him he was sliding your panties back in place.
His lips met yours again and he pulled back with a grin at your blissed out expression. “When we get out of here I promise to fuck you way better than that.” You nodded mutely.
‘We just did that.’ Was the only thought on your mind as you searched for your garments.
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Your legs wobbled as you leaned against the wheelchair, you casted Dabi a half-hearted glare as he snickered. Your face was still warm and your knickers were soiled, the seat of them catching the remnants of his seed that slowly trickled out of you.
You hoped no one would notice the funny way you were walking as you wheeled the chair to 1001A. As you were walking you caught sight of Kotako, his eyes narrowed down at the both of you in disbelief, his flustered expressions showed that he had put two and two together. Your face ignited when he put his hand to his ears and signed.
'loud'
The roof was Kotako's favorite spot and you felt your soul leave you when you realized that he must have gone up there while the two of you were… occupied..
Your friend didn't want to unpack that and just shot Dabi a glare motioning that he was watching him. Once you were in his room you broke out in incredulous giggles.
"I can't believe we did that." You gasped. Your body was still tingly, a flood of happiness filling your being. You were even more excited for what was to come. You turned to the man who was busy hiding the knife in his jacket. “Don’t forget.” You chimed.
“I won’t.” he grinned. He really couldn’t wait till two a.m. But he powered through the day, he pretended to drink his meds. And before the clock hit he knocked on the door to summon Matsuo. The thin man walked in and unlocked the bathroom and then as planned the power went out.
During the chaos Dabi slipped out of the front door, having not even used the knife. Out in front was a car and he slid into the passenger seat.
“Nice ride angel.” He whistled.
“Thanks.” You grinned, changing the gears and hitting the road.
#dabi#dabi smut#dabi x reader#dabi x reader smut#tw: toxic relationship#tw: gaslighting#tp1a#<- lol that's a funny tag#Dunno what else to tag this so yeah...#This is like tame dark shit...?
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𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 → 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨
@wewuuu asked: Hello! 😊 I noticed your requests were open so I was hoping maybe you could write an angst with a happy ending, enemies to lovers fic with Stray Kids’ Minho, from prompt#2– angst —13. “I guess I shouldn’t have trusted you this much.”
Prompt:
13. “I guess I shouldn’t have trusted you this much.”
Requested.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Trigger Warning, Slight abuse, Mentions of alcohol abuse, Cursing, Mentions of stalking. (If there’s anything else please tell me)
Genre: Enemies to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff.
Summary: “Lee Minho hated your guts and you never understood why he did so turning you into enemies. That was until a moment of vulnerability, you thought it would make you better, instead it destroyed everything you had.”
You don’t remember what you did wrong to have Lee Minho hating your guts so much, and none of your friends also knew why he did so. He was rude to you, and you hated how he acted like that around you, you tried to befriend him but he pushed you away. So without realising, you started disliking him.
Currently, you were at a party with your friend, Dahyun, she dragged you because she didn’t want to go alone, you stood next to her as she flirted with a student that was a year older than you. You were awkwardly standing there until you noticed your good friend, and the host of the party, Chris, you smiled and excused yourself and went to greet him.
“Chris! Hi!” you said and he turned around grinning and hugged you.
“Y/N! You came!” Chris cheered.
“Well technically, it was Dahyun who dragged me here.” you shrugged and he shook his head laughing.
“For a moment I thought that you actually came because you wanted to,” he said, and before you could reply, a voice beat you to it.
“Of course she wouldn’t come on her own, she’s too lame to do that.”
Your smile turned into a scowl as you turned to face the boy who hates your guts.
“Takes one to know one.” you fired back, and Minho glared at you, you bit back a smirk.
“Whatever, why did you invite her Chris? Can’t you just go ahead and leave?” Minho smiled sickly and you rolled your eyes.
“See you later Chris, hey, give him so chocolate because looks like he is on his man period.” you said and left the two boys standing alone.
Minho tried to get back at you but Chris laughed and held back his best friend. After he calmed down, Chris sighed as he took a gulp from his drink.
“Why are you doing this? You and I both know how much you like her.” he said and Minho turned his glare towards him.
“That’s bullshit I don’t like her!” Minho replied quickly causing Chris to smirk.
You went back to your spot only to find that Dahyun had disappeared, you huffed because knowing her, she wouldn’t be appearing any time soon. You looked at your phone to see that it was getting late, you panicked and quickly left the party.
You had no ride home, so you didn’t have a choice but to walk all the way home. You walked with fast steps trying to get home as soon as you could before having to deal with the consequences.
After twenty minutes of walking, you reached the house, you took a deep breath and walked inside, you saw your father sitting on the dining table with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. You tensed as you saw the look on his face.
“What time is it?” he asked quietly, but his voice was so dangerous, you shivered.
“H-half past ten.” you stuttered looking at the floor. He stood up walking over to you, you didn’t dare to raise your eyes from the floor.
You felt his hand fisting your hair pulling you up roughly causing you to let out a scream of fear and pain. You felt hot tears slipping from your eyes as your father growled in annoyance.
“Where were you, you slut?!” he asked and you tried to pull away from him but he held you in place.
You kept your mouth shut and just kept crying. He then slapped you and pushed you to the ground and you took that as your opportunity to dash towards the front door.
“Come back here you little bitch!” your father screamed but you didn’t dare to look back and just ran away.
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You sat on a bench in the public park crying your lungs out. You never knew what you did to deserve such a life, your mother died three years ago and ever since then your father became that alcoholic bastard he is now. Before he wasn’t that great, but your mother made up for it, she was the best mother anyone could ever ask for, but now she’s gone and you’re all alone.
A cold breeze hit you causing you to shiver and pull your jacket closer but it was no use. You heard some shuffling and turned your head quickly standing up thinking it was your father instead, you saw Lee Minho standing in front of you with a concerned look on his face.
You dried your tears and was about to leave but he grabbed your hand causing you to slam against his chest.
“Don’t go, I won’t do anything I promise,” Minho said and you looked at him and his eyes held nothing but honesty.
You sighed as the two of you sat on the bench again, he took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulder, you looked at him.
“You were freezing, it will keep you warm.” he muttered and you stayed silent, “I saw what happened...” Minho whispered and you looked at him feeling your heart stop.
“W-What do you mean?” you asked trying to act confuse but he sighed shaking his head.
“You don’t have to lie, Y/N, we’re neighbours, and you know how thin the walls are,” Minho said sternly but softly.
You felt tears gather in your eyes again as you started crying again harder this time, Minho took you in his arms trying to comfort you. You just held onto him tightly, at that moment you didn’t care that you hate him, you just needed someone to hold you.
Minho’s heart broke as you cried into his chest, he always heard your father hitting you but he was a coward to actually make a move. Every night he heard your cries of help and he wished he could’ve done anything sooner.
“It’s okay,” Minho whispered and you cried harder clutching his shirt.
“I’m so sick of my life, I’m all alone, I have no one that reassures me that everything is going to be okay!” you cried and he ran his hand through your hair.
“Why don’t you just report him to the police?” Minho asked and you pulled away from him wiping away your tears.
“It’s not easy,” you mumbled.
“What do you mean ‘It’s not easy’? Y/N, this is abusing! And he has to be stopped!” Minho said and you shook your head in fear.
“I want to! But he will hurt me,” you whispered and Minho sighed as he held your hand.
“Y/N... I know I’m the last person you want to hear that from, but I promise you that as long as I’m around, he will never hurt you.” Minho promised and you looked at him in disbelief.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked and he sighed muttering.
“Because I know what it is to be in your shoes.”
You blinked not believing that Minho was going through the same thing as you. You hesitantly grabbed his hand squeezing it.
“If you accept my promise to be there for you, I will do as you say,” you said and he looked at you smiling slightly.
Nodding he stood up shaking your hand saying, “We have a deal.”
It’s been two weeks since you reported your father to the police and he was arrested, and when Dahyun knew of what happened with you and your whole story she scolded you crying and made you promise her that you were never keeping anything from her, and in return, she promised that she will always be there for you and even moved in with you.
Your life was going back to the way it was before your mother died, and it was all because of your worst enemy who actually became a close friend to you, Minho.
Everybody was surprised to see the two people that hated each other the most, talk like old friends in class and sitting with each other during lunch, studying together in the library, walking home together, even going for coffee after school.
You couldn’t help the little crush that started to form for the boy who became your knight in shining armour, you couldn’t tell if he liked you back or not, but Dahyun and Chris assured you that he did for sure, and gave you the signal to confess to him if you wanted to.
And you took their advice deciding to go ahead and confess to him.
You walked inside the school next to Dahyun with a smile on your face, your mood was bright and Dahyun teased you for it.
You noticed the students looking at you and whispering among themselves, you furrowed your eyebrows and turned to look at Dahyun who wore the same confused look.
“Why are they staring at us?” she asked and you shook your head.
You got to your locker and opened it to grab your books, but notes fell from it on the floor, you picked them up and opened one of the notes and saw what was written there. Your heart stopped when you read the note.
‘Abused animal help it!’
There was a photo attached to it when you were on the floor with and your father hitting you.
Dahyun snatched the photo and the note from you turning around quickly and with a fierce glare.
“Which one of you, you little fucks did this?!” she shouted and nobody dared to move a muscle.
The tears descended from your eyes because you know who did it, he was the only one who knew of this. You cried your heart breaking because you felt betrayed and disappointed.
“I asked a fucking question!” Dahyun yelled once more and a voice cut through the thick tension.
“Lee Minho did. I saw him taking this picture.”
You lifted your head to see who spoke and saw that it was Minji, she was one of the nerds in school.
Minho walked inside the school next to Chris and they saw the students who were gathered around your locker. Minho fearing the worst he sped to your locker, but as soon as he got closer to the crowd, they moved aside letting him pass.
He saw you crying and saw an angry Dahyun glaring at him, she walked to him holding a photo for him to see. Minho felt his heart drop at the sight of the photo.
“Did you do this?” Dahyun asked dangerously and Minho nodded his head slowly.
You felt your heart breaking at the confirmation from him and let out the cry you were holding in. His eyes found yours and he tried to to get yo you, but Dahyun pushed him back.
“You’re not going to take any step closer to her.” Dahyun spat and Minho glared at her.
“No! No! You don’t understand! Y/N, please believe me I took this photo to have a piece of evidence! I wasn’t the one who spread this photo!” Minho pleaded and you walked over to him.
Minho was about to speak but you slapped him across the face, causing the crowd around you to gasp. Minho looked at you heart-broken and you whispered weakly.
“I guess I shouldn’t have trusted you this much.”
Minho tried to reach you, but you just blocked him from everywhere, he even tried to get into your house but Dahyun kicked him out. He was angry because you wouldn’t listen to him, but he didn’t blame you, you have every right to be angry.
Minho sulked around and Chris wasn’t having it, he asked Minho about everything that happened because if he was the one who did this, Chris would’ve beaten the hell out of him.
Chris took it upon himself and decided to investigate what happened, if Minho didn’t release the photo, then someone must’ve snuck into his house and did it for him.
It took him two days to discover who did it, it was logical and he beat himself because he was so blind towards the person.
That day, he met up with Dahyun promising her that Minho was innocent and it was all a setup. Dahyun knew that Chris would never lie, even if it was his friend, he was an honest man, and she trusted him.
So, the two of them walked to the school that day and walked up to the person who was behind it all. Chris cleared his throat as he saw the person turning around.
“Minji, right?” Chris asked and he could visibly see the girl tense as her eyes fell on him and Dahyun.
“Y-Yes, c-can I help you?” she stuttered only causing Chris’ doubts to get confirmation.
“Yes, three days ago when Y/N’s photo got ‘leaked’ you said it was Lee Minho who did it, how did you know?” Chris asked and the girl gulped.
“I-I told you! I saw him!” Minji replied and Dahyun turned to her.
“And how did you know that house was Y/N’s house? Minho took this photo from inside his house, specifically his room.” Chris asked almost trapping the girl.
“W-What do you mean? I wasn’t the one who snuck into his room!” she replied panicking and Chris turned to Dahyun with a triumphed smile.
Minji cursed knowing that she was screwed, they knew it was her. She tried to make a run for it, but Dahyun grabbed her arm roughly and said.
“I’m usually against violence, but I can make an exception for you.”
You were listening to sad songs while eating ice cream and crying, you haven’t gone to school since the incident too embarrassed to face the whole school. And you also didn’t want to run into Minho, you were good at avoiding him here, and knowing how stubborn he is, he won’t stop until he gets to talk to you.
Rapid knocks on the door caused you to jump from the couch as you raced to open the door, once you opened it you saw Dahyun, Chris and the girl who exposed Minho standing in front of you.
“What’s going on here?” you asked as Dahyun tightened her grip on Minji.
“Minji sweetie, don’t you have some explaining to do?” Dahyun asked and you looked at her confused.
Minji looked up at you her eyes filled with tears, “Minho took the photos.” she whispered and you closed your eyes.
Dahyun smiled sickly at her digging her nails into her skin.
“I was the one who spread the photo! I stole it from his house, I was jealous that he got close to you while he rejected me, I wanted to get back at him.” Minji admitted while still crying.
Dahyun let go of her arm, “There we go, now leave before I beat the shit out of you.” Dahyun said as the girl took off running.
You turned to look at the pair in front of you in disbelief, why did you never think that it was a setup? Were you and Minho too engrossed with each other to notice the people who were jealous of you?
“Oh god, I feel like shit now...” you whispered and Dahyun hugged you.
“Don’t, it was only normal for you, you were hurt,” she assured and you turned and hugged Chris.
“You’re an amazing friend Chris Bang.” you said and he laughed softly.
“Thank you, now, go to Minho, I’m so sick of having him listening Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus all day long.” Chris said causing you to giggle as you rushed to his house.
You knocked on the door hesitantly, a few seconds later the door opened revealed an exhausted Minho.
He wasn’t as cheerful as the last time you saw him, he looked like a zombie, his hair was messed up and he had dark bags under his eyes.
“Y/N? You’re here for real?” Minho asked softly and you smiled your eyes watering.
“I promised to be there for you, didn’t I?” you said and he grinned and hugged you tightly.
You hugged him tightly, your tears wetting his shirt, and you felt his tears against your neck.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you, I was so angry and I felt betrayed because you were the only one who knew of this and then there was this photoـــ” he cut you off.
“I know and I forgive you, please don’t ever leave me again, these past three days have been a living hell for me, you weren’t there to brighten my day.” Minho said and you pulled away from him.
You wiped his tears and looked into his eyes deeply before he slammed his lips against yours fiercely. You gasped but kissed him back almost immediately, you wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him closer and he wrapped your legs around his waist and felt your back hit the door slightly.
After a moment of making out against the door, you pulled away staring into each other’s eyes, you smiled when you saw his pretty smile.
“You know? I was planning to confess to you that day,” you said and he smiled.
“I was too, I really like you,” he said causing you to blush.
“I really like you too, Minho,” you said and he pecked your lips letting you down.
He looked down at you as he witnesses the sun hitting the side of your face, causing your face to glow and your eyes to brighten their colour. He smiled softly kissing your forehead and whispered.
“My sunshine.”
#stray kids#stray kids imagines#stray kids scenarios#stray kids reactions#stray kids fanfic#stray kids requests#skz imagines#stray kids lee know#lee minho imagines#lee minho scenarios#lee minho fanfic#lee know imagines#lee know scenarios#lee know fanfic
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A Bet Worth Taking
I give you a long ass Tendou smut! Honestly, I wasn’t expecting it to turn out as long as it did but here we are so!
Warnings: finger sucking, slight dumbification, spitting in mouth(I’m sorry Jesus Asahi), oral (both receiving), vaginal sex, fingering, dirty talk,
Word Count: 7932
It was no secret that Tendou Satori made the Aoba Johsai team uneasy. He was one of the most unpredictable middle blockers that they had ever played, shutting down Iwaizami’s spikes with an ease that made their skin crawl. But the unease that shivered down my spine was not because of his blocking abilities. Sure, he was fantastic at his position and that did make me a tad bit nervous for my boys but that was not the thing that made me squirm at the sight of him.
“Seriously, princess, Guess Monster?” Oikawa groaned, flopping against my bed. I covered my face at his response then whined, “It’s not like I intentionally caught feels for him, Tooru-chan. Iwa-chan, help me out here.” The dark haired ace raised his head from where he was studying Japanese and replied, “As much as I hate to say it, but Asskawa is right. Out of all the people we’ve faced, you’re hot for Tendou?” Burying my face in a pillow to hide my embarrassment, I answered, “I told you it wasn’t on purpose. At least it’s not Ushijima!”
The two exchanged a glance above me and Oikawa hummed his agreement before he remarked, “I guess I can kind of see why you like him.” I snapped my head up and Hajime narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend, drawing out, “Oh and why is that?” I snickered at the clear jealousy in his tone, delighted that the attention had been drawn away from me a bit, then the setter explained, “You’ve seen his fingers, Iwa-chan. Not to mention, he’s known as the Guess Monster. If he can predict what we’re going to do on the court, can you imagine what he can do off the court?”
“Exactly. Plus, he’s pretty. I don’t know, there’s just something about him that excites me.” I remarked with a shrug of my shoulders. The two shook their heads then Iwaizumi glared at Oikawa, muttering, “I don’t like the fact that you understand why she likes that bastard.” Tooru and I shared a knowing smile then I leaned into the mound of pillows against my headboard, chirping, “And just like that, the attention has shifted away from me and my strange crush.”
Little did I know, the attention would quickly snap back to me and my fascination with Tendou Satori in two weeks time, due to a practice match that Coach had set up with Shiratorizawa in preparation for the interhigh prelims that was quickly arriving. Oikawa and Iwaizumi quickly flanked me after our meeting finished and the setter tossed an arm over my shoulders, chirping, “This could be your chance to make your move, princess.”
“Ugh, I don’t even have the backbone to do eye contact for longer than ten seconds. Besides, you guys don’t even like him. Why are you encouraging me?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Iwaizumi ruffled my hair and answered, “Just cause we don’t like him on the court, doesn’t mean that we’re gonna hate him off the court. ‘Sides, we’re your best friends, we’re supposed to support you in your crushes.” I gave a small laugh and leaned into his side, muttering, “You guys are the absolute best. I don’t deserve you.”
“Aww, Iwa-chan, she said we’re the best!” Oikawa cooed, patting the top of my head. I shook his hand off then whined, “Great, now he’s never going to lose that giant ego of his.” Hajime glanced down at me in response and stated, “He wasn’t going to lose it in the first place, you just keep praising him.”
I scoffed then turned my attention to him, retorting, “Says his boyfriend who appeases his praise kink?” The duo paused at my remark and Iwaizumi grabbed the back of Oikawa’s shirt as he tried to run, snapping, “You told her that I praise you!?”
“She practically lives with us, it’s not like it’s a secret, Iwa-chan! Our walls are very thin, you know that!” the setter cried out, struggling in the grasp of the ace. I laughed quietly and stared down at the gym floor. Something told me that this particular practice match would be one unlike many others. The Guess Monster was deep under my skin and he would soon find out exactly who I liked and what I wanted.
The day had come. It was time for our practice match against Shiratorizawa. The team had gone to grab a light lunch, leaving me at the gym to help prep for score keeping and set up chairs for the coaches and me, since I was the only manager attending today. Our rivals were unsurprisingly warming up when I entered the gym.
A few of the first years turned to see who had entered, while Semi waved and Tendou cocked his head at me. Ushijma continued to fire off spikes into the blocks of the second years and I gaped at the sound of the ball smashing into the floor. Even after all these three years of seeing that ace play, it was still a deafening sound. The power was simply unmatched by most.
I approached their coaches and bowed in greeting, asking, “Could you direct me in the area of where the chairs are kept please?” Coach Washijou waved a hand at the question and answered, “I’ll have Tendou show you. This place is so big, if you’re not careful you’ll be halfway across campus.” My eyes widened at the statement and turned as the redhead turned in our direction, that lazy smile stretched across his face as he walked towards us, asking, “Need something, Coach?”
“Tendou, why don’t you show our guest to where we keep the chairs? We don’t need Aoba Johsai throwing a fight when she gets gobbled up by campus.” Something unfamiliar gleamed in the middle blocker’s eyes and he cooed in a low tone, “Oh no, we couldn’t let dear mouse-chan get eaten before she sees her team get broken down again.”
My upper lip twitched at the bait he laid out, Tendou clearly expecting me to snap back with a snide remark, but I replied, “Thank you, Tendou-kun. I appreciate you taking time out of practice to help me.”
His eyes narrowed and for a second, it was clear that he wasn’t expecting that civilized reply then he made his way out of the gym, tossing over his shoulder, “We keep the chairs and score cards in the shed out here.” I nodded in understanding and quickly followed him, eager to prepare my team’s side of the net.
We stepped inside of the shed then he flicked on a light as the door swung shut. I jumped at the sudden loud bang that echoed through the small building and turned as the middle blocker slid closer. In fact, he was so close, I could see the glisten of sweat on his skin and it made my mouth water. Stupid hormones. I had self restraint, dammit, so why can’t I show this bastard that?!
“So little mouse. Cute as ever.” Tendou cooed, twisting a bandaged finger in the string of my hoodie. I gulped at the simple motion and took a small step backwards as I replied, “Tendou-kun. As forward as ever. Ready to lose today?” A low laugh filled my senses and he leaned closer, murmuring, “Someone is brave today. But alas, we’re not losing to Seijoh. Not now, not ever.” I toyed with the hem of his jersey and tilted my head to the side, asking quietly, “Are you willing to put your money where your mouth is, Guess Monster?”
“Oho, is that a wager I hear in the distance? What’s the prize if Shiratorizawa wins and by default, I win our little bet?” Tendou asked, stepping closer. I hummed at the question and tugged him down my height, murmuring, “I’ll suck your cock. But if Seijoh wins, you’re going to finger me.”
The middle blocker smirked down at me and replied, “That sounds like a win-win for me, mouse-chan. That interested in my fingers?” I bit my bottom lip at the question and wrapped my hand around his wrist before tugging his hand upwards. Red eyes narrowed then he groaned when I pulled two of his fingers into my mouth.
Tendou hummed at the suction and began pushing his fingers deeper into my mouth, my eyes fluttering half shut. He smirked down at me then murmured, “That’s it, little mouse. I can’t wait to see how pretty you are when you suck me off. Bet you’re going to be flushed and gagging for more.”
I trembled against the wall of the shed and sucked harder, desperate to wreck him before this match started. Aoba Johsai had a hell of a team, but with Tendou on top of his game, it was almost impossible to get a kill in. If I could throw him off just a bit, then maybe, our chances of winning this practice match would increase.
The bandages around his fingers were coarse against my tongue but still so delightful as he continued to finger fuck my mouth, soft groans and curses escaping him. Tendou pulled his fingers out, grinning at the spit slick against my lips connected to his fingers, and chimed, “Well it’s a good thing I keep an extra roll of tape in here in case I leave my others at home. You grab chairs, little mouse, I’m sure your team will be here any time soon.”
I nodded quickly and wiped my mouth with the edge of my hoodie sleeve, cursing the fact that our school colors were so light. Hurrying to collect three chairs, I jerked open the shed door, freezing. Standing on the other side was Iwaizumi and Oikawa. The ace had his hand outstretched towards the handle and the two shared identical looks of “What the hell happened to you?” I laughed quietly and stepped out of the building, chiming, “Hey, glad you guys finally got here. Where’s my lunch, I’m starving.”
Our captain raised a bag that had my name written in Iwa’s neat handwriting then they glanced over my shoulders to see Tendou finishing taping his fingers. The redhead met their gaze and grinned, stepping beside me and stated, “I hope you two are already to get your asses kicked today. I’ve got a lot riding on this match.” And with that, the middle blocker strolled away from us, glee pouring off him. We blinked after him then Iwaizumi whipped his head to face me, demanding, “What the hell was that?”
“T-That was nothing, I promise!” I rushed out, my cheeks heating under the incoming interrogation. Oikawa laughed at my insistence and said, “That was definitely something. What did he mean, he’s got a lot riding on this match?” I hurried past them, the chairs banging together as I sped walked back into the gym.
Our team was warming up, clearly prepared to take down their opponents. Internally, I was hoping that my best friends would leave the subject only until we finished warm-ups at least, but when I noticed them hovering over me as I made my way over to our side of the net, it was clear that they were not letting this go.
“I may have made a wager with the Guess Monster?” I squeaked as I finished setting up the last chair. Their eyes widened at the admission and Iwaizumi drew in a deep breath before he asked in a low voice, “And what exactly was the wager, princess?” I glanced behind them and took notice of Tendou watching us then mumbled, “I told him if they win that I would uh…”
“That you would what? Oikawa asked, eager for the gossip. I drew in a deep breath and hung my head before I rushed out quietly, “I would suck his dick if they win and he’d finger me if we won.” Their eyes widened to almost a comical size and I sunk into my chosen chair, burying my face in my hands as I muttered, “See, this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”
“Holy shit, princess, you went for gold on that.” Iwaizumi praised, surprise still sketched his features, I gulped then murmured, “Not to mention I maybe sucked on his fingers and that’s why he had to change his tape?” And with that, I opened my lunch, giving a small prayer before digging into the noodles. Iwaizumi glanced up at Oikawa who nodded and the two squeezed me into a hug, Tooru stating, “We’re so proud of you.”
“You nerds are making this much more awkward than it needs to be. Go warm up, we don’t need either of you fucking up and getting an injury cause you’re too stupid to get ready.” I insisted, waving them away. The captain pressed a hand to his chest, pouting, “She’s as mean as you are sometimes, Iwa-chan. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’d both hate me.” The ace rolled his eyes and remarked, “Shut up, Loser-kawa, let’s kick some Shiratorizawa ass!” I cheered as they joined the team for stretches. In a matter of five minutes, this had become one of the most interesting practice matches that we would participate in.
The teams finished their warm ups and the ref blew the whistle to wave the teams forward for their thanks. Tendou glanced to the sidelines then waved at me, clearly confident in his abilities. I knew what I was doing when he agreed to the bet, but now that we were about to start, my skin was beginning to prickle with my nerves. Aoba Johsai was one of the best, but in official matches, we’ve never beat Shiratorizawa. Practice games varied in who won, depending on who they put in for their starters. Thankfully, we managed to get serving rights and with that, Oikawa was handed the ball.
Service aces was one of his specialties and anyone who played volleyball knew the way to control a game was to score right off the bat. If Tooru could manage to strike through their defense with his serve, we could build momentum off the point. I leaned forward, eager to watch my best friend do what he was best at, then hummed along to the crowd’s chanting. Even if it was a mere practice match, our cheer section had shown up for support.
Oikawa smacked the ball and it propelled forward, landing in the center of their court, just in front of their libero. I grinned at the distaste on Shiratorizawa’s faces and cheered, changing Seijoh’s score to one. We could do this. We could win.
We didn’t win. The first set Seijoh managed to win twenty five to twenty three. The second and third set, however Tendou had clearly regained his focus, blocking almost anything that Iwaizumi and Makki spiked at him. We lost by two points both sets and I couldn’t help but feel the irritation that remained after a loss. Naturally, both teams agreed to go for a second match, deciding that it would benefit all members to gain some more in-game experiences.
I settled beside Oikawa and Iwaizumi as they dragged in deep breaths between drinking water then murmured, “I’m sorry you guys lost.” Our captain tipped his head against the wall and groaned, “I’m sorry that you lost your bet with the Guess Monster.” I glanced towards the redhead at the mention and froze when I realized that he was heading towards us. Oikawa snickered at my expression then turned to his boyfriend, asking, “Should we go? Leave these two to decide when princess needs to pay up?”
“Would you shut it?” I hissed, swatting at him. Tendou stopped in front of me, stepping between my thighs, then he crooned, “So little mouse, what’s your plans for the weekend? Anything good?” I gripped the front of his jersey and pulled him closer, his hand slapping the wall beside my head as I replied, “The only plans I have is sucking your cock until you’re brainless.”
Iwaizumi coughed at my boldness and Oikawa’s cheeks burned with his embarrassment then the middle blocker grinned, tilting his head to the side, as he replied, “Well, then I don’t suppose you would mind spending the weekend at my dorm?”
“Iwa-chan, I really feel like we shouldn’t be listening to this.” Oikawa admitted, beginning to stand up. Hajime nodded in agreement then joined the rest of the team, who quickly turned away from us. Tendou stretched a hand out to me, pulling me to my feet, and he stated, “Don’t feel pressured to. We don’t even have to go through with the bet.”
I snickered quietly and stepped closer to him, admitting, “If I don’t want to go through the bet, you’ll be the first to know. Honestly, I’m glad that you offered me to stay at your dorm because I really like you and instead of being normal, the hormones jumped out.”
He laughed at my admission and brushed my hair away from my face, chirping, “That’s alright, I like a girl who’s straightforward with what she wants. So, after practice, you wanna get some dinner? Before we go back to my dorm?” I smiled up at him then replied, “If you keep being so nice to me, your reputation with Seijoh as badass Guess Monster is going to be ruined.”
“Tendou, let’s go.” his coach called for the middle blocker. The redhead smirked down at me and traced my bottom lip with his thumb before he replied, “So worth it, if I get you as a girlfriend.” With that, he hurried across the gym to join his team. It was clear that it was time for the second match to begin.
Surprisingly, Seijoh managed to take both sets, winning the second match. The coaches considered doing a third match to break the tie, but after consideration, they decided to leave it at that. It was supposed to storm and no one enjoyed driving home during a thunderstorm, especially since Shiratorizawa’s students stayed on campus and they would have to walk back to their dorms.
I grabbed my bag and Tendou waited outside of the gym while I said goodbyes to my team. Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and I paused by the doorway then the ace turned to the redhead, warning, “If you even think about hurting her, I won’t hesitate to break your fingers.” The middle blocker merely grinned and wiggled his taped fingers in Hajime’s face then replied, “I don’t intend on hurting her… at least, not in the way you’re thinking.”
My face burned at the implication and Oikawa laughed, guiding his boyfriend away as he tossed over his shoulder, “Goodbye, princess! We’ll pick you up whenever you need us to!”
Tendou stretched an arm out and asked, “Can I carry your bag for you, little mouse?” I glanced down at my backpack then reached it to him, murmuring, “If you don’t mind.” He smiled and tossed my bag over his shoulder seemingly without an ounce of effort then I slid my hand into his, asking quietly, “So since we won a match and you won a match, does that mean that we both won the bet?” He held up his ID to allow the security guard to read then he stated, “She’s my guest for the weekend, friend of mine from out of town.”
The man nodded in understanding and pushed open the door, ushering us inside. The middle blocker glanced down at me as we entered the elevator, answering, “Well, I was sort of looking forward to making you come on my fingers, so if that’s what you’re up for, sure.” There was something underlying in Tendou’s tone, his eyes darkened at my question. He was as excited as I was.
His hand raised to my cheek and tipped my face upwards, crooning, “Why’re you shaking, little mouse? Scared? Or excited?” I bit my bottom lip at the question then slid closer, whispering, “If you keep putting your fingers so close to my mouth, I’m going to gag myself on them.” He groaned at my admission then the doors slid open, allowing us to step out. Tendou guided me to his room by my hand and murmured, “God, you’re something else, little mouse. Can’t wait to see if you can suck my cock as well as you did taking my fingers.”
I hummed then he unlocked his dorm, urging me inside. He set my bag beside the door and asked, “Would you like something to eat? I have leftover katsudon if you’d like that.” Giving a quick nod, we entered the small kitchen, Tendou warming up the rice and pork.
I settled against the counter and watched as he worked to make dinner for us then he flashed a lazy smile over his shoulder, cooing, “It’s hard to focus on what I’m going when you keep looking at me like you want to eat me. Or like you want me to eat you.”
“I’m sorry.” I squeaked, burying my face in my hands. He chuckled and backed me further into the counter, those narrowed eyes dragging down my figure, replying, “Don’t be. It’s hot. If you want to skip dinner and get to dessert, I’d be more than willing.” I gave a quiet laugh and answered, “As fun as that sounds, I’m starving and I’m sure that you need to eat. You worked really hard today.”
And the evidence was clear in the sweat that still clung to his hairline. I brushed my thumb against his cheek and slid away from him, grabbing bowls to dish the katsudon evenly. I slid him his bowl and he handed me chopsticks. We ate in silence then Tendou twisted a stray piece of hair around his taped fingers, murmuring, “I can’t wait to pull your hair and fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” I coughed as I finished the last bit of my dinner and glanced upwards, murmuring, “Oh my god.”
“Oops, probably should’ve waited until you finished your food. Sorry, little mouse.” the redhead cooed, dragging his fingers down the side of my face. I leaned forwards and turned my head slightly, enough to catch the tips of his fingers in my mouth. He groaned then I slid the digits deeper and sucked hard, the middle blocker cooing, “Little mouse really enjoys my fingers. Soon you’ll have something even bigger in that pretty mouth of yours. Do you want that?” I pulled backwards and moaned, “Want it so bad, Tendou. Please, lemme suck your cock.”
He stretched his clean hand out to me then led him to his room, stating, “You’re so fucking pretty. Are you ready to suck my cock, little mouse?”
I pushed him onto the bed, reveling in the way that his eyes darkened, and I asked, “Will you take off your shirt, please?” Tendou smirked down at me then pulled his jersey over his head. I sunk to my knees and my fingers tightening in the band of his shorts. I raised an eyebrow and he nodded, urging me on. Pulling the shorts and his underwear down, his cock was revealed and my mouth watered.
Most guys did not have a pretty dick. It was simply a fact of life. But Tendou somehow had been blessed with a dick worthy of being called pretty. A chuckle broke my thoughts and my head snapped upwards. He smirked down at me and said, “Well, thank you. Never been told that before.” My face flushed with color then I whimpered, “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”
“Little mouse,” Tendou sang, tangling a hand in my hair, “What a beautiful little thing you are, so eager to suck on my cock.” I tilted my head upwards and murmured, “Would you… never mind, it’s stupid and gross.” He cupped my jaw and leaned downwards, cooing, “Come on, little mouse, you can tell me anything. Go on, tell me what you want.”
“I want you to spit in my mouth.” I rushed out, the words running together. His eyes widened at my request then narrowed as he murmured, “Ahh, little mouse has a nasty side. Of course I’ll spit in your mouth, now open wide.” My eyes fluttered shut at the agreement and opened my mouth, trembling in anticipation. I jumped as he spat in my mouth then moaned when he ordered, “Now suck my cock, little mouse, come on.”
Leaning forward, I slid the head of his dick into my mouth and sucked gently. Tendou’s head tilted backwards and I sunk lower, curling my tongue around the girth. He laughed quietly then pressed at the back of my head, urging, “Go on, little mouse, you can do better than that. What, do you want me to fuck your mouth instead?” I pulled off and kissed the tip, replying, “No, I’ll do better, I promise! Just, you have to give me a bit.” He smirked down at my insistence and laid backwards, replying, “Do as you please, little mouse. I’m patient.”
I smiled up at him then began to bob down his cock, eager to please. I sunk halfway down his member and gagged a bit, earning a moan from Tendou. Delighted by the sound, I sucked harder, eager to earn more. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and stroked upwards to meet my lips. I continued to sink lower, drool dribbling on my fingers, and traced the thick vein with my tongue. His fingers tightened in my hair then he pushed me further down and I choked around him, moaning.
He was unraveling beneath me and I smiled at the knowledge. His hips jerked upwards as my teeth accidentally skimmed the skin of his dick then he snarled, eyes flashing with something dark and so promising. Tendou smirked as I whimpered around him then he purred, “That’s it, little mouse. What a good little whore, sucking my cock that well. I think you could handle me fucking your mouth, if you’d open up just a bit more.”
My eyes fluttered closed and pulled off enough to plead, “I-I can take it. I just needed to get used to it a bit. Please, please fuck my mouth, Tendou!” His hand tightened in my hair and he pushed me back onto his cock, forcing me to choke. I struggled for a moment then relaxed, ready for him to fuck my throat. He laughed through his groan and snapped his hips upwards, relishing in the gagging sounds filling the room.
The middle blocker smirked down at me and cooed, “Oh you’re trying so hard to take all of my cock, little mouse. C’mon, choke on my dick, take it down. You gonna let me come down your throat too?” I moaned and nodded the best I could, increasing my speed. I twisted my hand at the base of his dick then sucked hard, eager for him to come in my mouth. Tendou gave a growl and kept his fingers tight in my hair, hips jerking as his orgasm shuddered through his body.
I pulled away and his fingers snapped around my jaw, forcing my lips apart. Come dribbled down my chin then I started to swallow, only for his fingers to plunge in my mouth. My eyes widened in surprise and Tendou ordered, “Swallow. Go on, little mouse, swallow around my fingers.” Whimpering at his instruction, I gulped down at the come in my mouth and opened my mouth to prove that I had done as I was told.
He helped me onto the bed after he settled against the headboard then urged, “Come sit on my lap, little mouse and I’ll fuck you with my fingers.” I unbuttoned my top and straddled his thighs. Tendou smiled up at me then wiggled his fingers in my face, asking, “Are you going to untape my hands, baby?”
Nodding eagerly, I unraveled the bandages and gripped his shoulders, rocking into his lap. The redhead smirked down at me then his hand slipped underneath my skirt and he murmured, “Oh someone already lost her panties. Wonder where those are lying around at.”
I smiled down at him then kissed the underside of his jaw, answering quietly, “They might be in my bag. But I don’t think that really matters right now, since it’s time for you to pay up on your end of our bet.” He hummed his acknowledgement and his fingers slid against my cunt, my eyes fluttering shut. Tendou chuckled in my ear then cooed, “Oh, you’re going to be so fucking beautiful when I make you beg for me to let you come on my fingers, little mouse.”
I moaned against his jaw then rocked against his fingers as I pleaded, “Fuck me, I need your fingers, please, Tendou.” The hand on my jaw tightened and he snapped, “Open your eyes and watch me. Come on, there’s only one way I’m touching your pretty little clit, little mouse, and that’s with you watching me.” I whined and jerked in his grasp, my eyes opening, then gasped, “Fine, they’re open, now finger me, Guess Monster.”
He slid a finger in and I pressed my forehead against his, panting. Tendou bit his bottom lip then pumped the digit faster. He suckled at my neck and underside of my jaw then I whimpered into his shoulder as he increased the speed, his palm slapping against my clit.
My hips jerked against his and I gripped his wrist, insisting, “Another, I want another!” He chuckled at my statement, another shoved beside the first, and snapped, “Greedy little mouse. You’re lucky that you’re so fucking pretty, otherwise I’d make you beg for it.”
“Make me beg for it, I don’t care, just fuck me with your fingers!” I snapped, squeezing his wrist. Red eyes widened at my sudden brazenness and he pulled his fingers out. I whined at the sudden emptiness then he slammed me onto my back, warning, “You should’ve just been a good little mouse and let me build up to this. But since you wanted to be a little brat, I guess I’m just going to have to put you in your place.” Tendou pressed an arm to my hips then fucked the two fingers back into me, a squelching sound echoing the motion.
He studied me for a moment and leaned down, tongue pressed against my clit. I cried out as he slurped at the wetness then he purred, “Oh you’re so fucking sweet, can’t wait to make you come on my tongue, little mouse.” My fingers tangled through his hair and my hips rocked upwards.
Tendou chuckled at my desperation and sucked hard on my clit, fingers twisting to find my G-spot. I squealed at the pleasure racing through my veins then squirmed in his grasp, pleading, “Tendou, Tendou, please! I need- oh god!”
“What was that, little mouse? I think me finger fucking you has turned you stupid. You wanna try that again?” he asked, pulling away a bit. I hated how unbothered the bastard sounded as he continued to finger me, dark eyes trained on my thighs. My legs began to tremble then Tendou smirked, lips wrapping around my clit before sucking hard, tongue flicking faster against the taunt bud. I sobbed as he shoved his fingers inside me and growled, tongue lapping at the slick pouring down his hand.
“That’s it, be my good little mouse, come in my mouth. Do it or you’re not going for the rest of the night. I fucking mean that, you dumb little slut.” Tendou snarled, the palm of his hand slapping against my clit. I clawed at his scalp and my head slammed into the pillows as I whimpered, “Coming, gonna come, be the best for you, Tendou.”
He smirked and cooed, “That’s right, come just for me, little mouse, just like that.” He crooked his fingers hard and my legs spasmed around his shoulders. He sucked my clit hard and teeth nipped the tender bud, drawing my orgasm out quicker than anyone had ever managed to.
I fell limp into the pillows, chest heaving as the pleasure began to clear from my mind, then Tendou kissed at my neck tenderly, murmuring, “Good little mouse, was so good for your Guess Monster. Are you still in there?” I peeked an eye open then muttered, “Still in here. Would you fuck me?” He jerked back to study my expression and pulled his fingers out gently, careful not to overstimulate me, before he replied, “Only if you think you’re absolutely up for it.”
“Tendou, I’ve been wanting you to fuck me since last year and if you don’t dick me down at least three times this weekend, I’ll sue for hormonal trauma.” I threatened with no venom, curling into his lap. His clean hand wrapped around my hip then he pressed the slick fingers to my mouth, ordering, “Clean them, little mouse. We’re not done yet.” I smiled down at him, satisfied that I was getting my way, then did as he asked, suckling on his fingers.
Even without the tape, his fingers were delightful to suck on, the callouses scraping against my tongue. I sighed against the skin then I decided to try something I never considered before. I bit gently on the digits and his eyes darted towards me, a clear warning forming. His fingers began to explore my mouth, pressing against my tongue and slid on my teeth, then he yanked them out.
I whined quietly and gripped his other wrist, eager for more of his fingers stuffed in my mouth. As I pulled his hand closer, he curled his fingers into a fist and warned, “If you keep that up, I really will want to keep my fingers in your mouth all the time. I’ll have to have you over after any game, to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Never seen anyone have this much of an oral fixation. I wonder who’s fingers you’ve had before, little mouse. Maybe that captain’s of yours?”
I shoved Tendou onto his back then snapped, “Even if I have sucked Oikawa’s fingers, it’s in the past. But for the record, I haven’t.” He smirked at my irritation and wrapped his hands around my hips, rocking into me, then teased, “Oh little mouse is just a slut for me? That’s fucking cute, baby.” I leaned down and kissed him, grinding against his cock. His tongue pressed into my mouth then sucked hard on my bottom lip, teeth nipping the sensitive skin.
“Tendou, will you fuck me, please?” I whimpered, jerking in his hold as his fingers slid against my pussy. He pushed against my shoulder and I fell onto the bed, eager for him to fuck me. Tendou searched in the top drawer then yanked out a couple of condoms, dumping the others on the bed. He ripped open the packet and rolled it down his length. He gave a tight squeeze around the base then asked, “Are you ready, little mouse? Ready for me to fuck that pretty pussy the way that you need?”
“Please, please, I am… I promise, I’m ready for you to fuck me!” He chuckled in my ear and slid his dick against my cunt, delighting in the slickness. He groaned then pressed the head to my entrance before he asked, “Are you sure? We don’t have to.” I gritted my teeth together and wrapped my legs around his waist, insisting, “You know, I always thought you’d be a sadist, what with your little song that you sing on the court and all.”
“Bold of you to assume that I’m just being cautious because I’m not prepared to show you the dark side of me.” Tendou replied, snapping his hips to bury himself in me. I gasped at the rush of pleasure and pain, gripping at his shoulders, then whimpered, “Oh that’s exactly how I imagined you.” A rough chuckle filled my ears and he murmured, “If that’s what you want, then fine, I’ll give it to you.” I smiled up at him, delighted that he was going to give me what I wanted, and he snapped his hips hard into mine, cock rubbing in places that I hadn’t been able to.
“Tendou, oh fuck!” I cried out, nails digging into his shoulder. His eyes gleamed and he bared his teeth, drawing out, “Look at the cute little mouse, already being a whiny little slut. If you can’t handle my cock now, what makes you think that you can handle me at my darkest?” I trembled in his grasp then whimpered, “Harder, give it to me harder… please!”
His hips drove into my own at my plea then he snarled, “You’re so tight for me, little mouse. And you sound so good too.” I moaned into his ear, clutching at his back and shoulder, and he pinched at my nipple, delighting as it hardened under his attention.
He moved closer, his thighs pressing my own further apart, then his free hand massaged at my inner thigh. I sighed under the ministrations and Tendou grinded against my clit before pulling out quickly. Whining at the sudden emptiness, I clung to his shoulders and gasped, “No! No,no,no,no, please!”
He chuckled at my protests and cooed, “Oh, you’re so desperate for me, little mouse, it’s pathetic. I kinda wanna shove my fingers in your mouth and gag you on them while I fuck your cunt. Would you be okay with that?” Tendou pushed just the head into my pussy and I clenched hard around it, desperate for more. He groaned at the tightness then murmured, “Answer me. Yes or no?”
“Yes, please, gag me with your fingers, stuff me with your fat cock, just do it, Guess Monster! For being so good at guessing, you suck at this right now.” I snapped, raising my hips to take more of his dick. His eyes gleamed at the obvious taunt then he snarled, “Fine, little mouse. You want my cock, I’ll give it to you until you’re drooling around my fingers and too stupid to count how many times I’ve made you come.” I moaned at the promise and encouraged, “Get to it then. Show me my favorite monster, huh?”
He slammed into me, my head disrupting the pillows at the top of the bed, then he replied, “Sex isn’t something you guess at, little mouse. You can read your partner’s body language all you want but consent is the most important part. If I don’t know what you really want, how are you supposed to have fun?” I groaned at the good point he made and the pleasure beginning to build in the pit of my stomach then whined, “Dammit, I hate that you have such strong logic! Fuck, your fingers, in my mouth, please!”
Tendou pushed two past my lips and his eyes fluttered half shut as he continued to drive his cock into me then I moaned against the skin. Never had I wanted something as bad as I wanted his fingers in my mouth. He pushed them further in to gag me and I whimpered as his free hand pushed between our hips, long fingers rubbing hard against my clit.
I jerked in his hold and he urged, “That’s it, little mouse, that’s exactly how I want you. Are you going to be my brainless little slut? Come when I tell you to, how I tell you to? Oh what a good little mouse, I’m so lucky.”
My lips fell open against his fingers but he continued to fuck my mouth, nearly in unison with how he drove into me. Drool split over the corner of my mouth as I whined against his fingers then he asked, “You gonna come, little mouse? Soak my cock so I can come too, won’t you?” He leaned down and teeth bit at my shoulder and collarbone as he pushed hard against my clit, clearly determined to make me come.
I shuddered hard and moaned, “Coming, Tendou, oh god!” That familiar smile stretched across his face then he cooed, “That’s it, little mouse, oh you’re so wet and tight.” I clawed at his back as my orgasm washed over me, my eyes slamming shut with the pleasure taking my senses. Tendou drove into me harder, chasing his own high, then groaned into the marks that he left, coming.
We curled into each other as we came to our senses then he asked, “Are you okay?” I hummed at the question and answered, “I don’t think I can feel my legs right now and my throat is sore. But honestly, I’ve never felt better.” Tendou laughed and rolled off of me, murmuring, “I was wondering… are you just wanting this to be a sex thing?”
I glanced over at him, cupping his jaw, then replied, “There’s no way in hell this is going to be just a sex thing. I’ve been crushing on you since my second year. I don’t think I have the restraint to just let it be a sex thing.” He laughed at my honesty and chirped, “That’s good. I’m glad I wasn’t the only one pining then.” He disappeared into the bathroom after throwing away his condom then offered, “You want some water while I’m up?” I called back a “Yes please” and relaxed into the mattress while waiting for the middle blocker to return.
He handed me a tall glass of cold water and began to wipe gently at my thighs and pussy to clean away the come then tossed it into a dirty basket. I curled into his side after finishing half of the water then he drank the rest, sighing into the empty glass. Tendou tugged his blanket over us and we relaxed into each other, sleep drawing us in, before he murmured, “Sleep tight, little mouse.”
Morning rolled in and by the time I woke up, Tendou was already in the kitchen making breakfast. I approached him from behind, wrapping my arms around his waist then pressed my cheek to his back . He hummed and rubbed at my thigh, murmuring, “Good morning, how’d you sleep?” I cuddled closer then muttered, “So good. Thank you.” He chuckled then continued to cook with me latched to his back then we glanced towards the small living room at a few soft knocks.
“Will you go see who’s at the door?” Tendou asked as he continued to fix our breakfast. I hummed and kissed him on the shoulder before making my way to the door. I opened it and immediately froze as I recognized the face behind it. Goshiki, Tendou’s kouhai, was in the doorway, with a backpack slung over his shoulder and confusion written across his face.
We stared at one another then Tendou joined us at the door, wrapping his arms around my waist as he leaned into me, before glancing towards our unexpected guest. I turned to him and answered, “It’s your kouhai, love.” He nodded his head briefly and chirped, “Goshiki, whatcha doing here?”
The first year glanced between us and it was clear that he was processing our relationship then he answered, “Uh, Tendou-senpai, you told me you were going to help me study my English today.” The redhead pursed his lips at the reminder and turned to face me, asking, “Do you mind if I help him study?” I smiled then shook my head, answering, “I can help if you want! It’s no big deal and I do want to spend more time with your team.”
“Aren’t you Seijoh’s manager? Why would you want to spend time with us?” Goshiki asked, tilting his head to the side. I turned to face the first year and answered, “Yeah, my team will always mean the most to me on the court, but since Tendou and I are going to try the whole dating thing, I want to get along with you guys.” The younger boy’s mouth fell open at the admission and I stated, “Anyway, Tendou made breakfast so why don’t you come in and get something to eat before we study?”
I slid my hand into Tendou’s and tugged him into the kitchen, eager for food. We quickly ate dinner and after clearing the table, we settled down, prepared to help Goshiki to the best of our abilities.
That was until Tendou began to spin the pencil he was holding in between his fingers. I bit my bottom lip, watching as he continued to explain some vocabulary to his kouhai. His eyes flickered up to me and he winked before returning to the problem at hand, like nothing had happened. My cheeks burned with the realization that he was doing this on purpose and a plan began to hatch.
I leaned closer then allowed my hand to run over his inner thigh. Tendou stiffened at the gentle touch as I continued to explain the meaning of the word and I smirked. This could work. His long fingers tapped on the table and I began to slide my hand further into his lap. Just how far could the Guess Monster hold his composure in front of his precious kouhai? Slowly, I raked my fingers against his erection, revelling in the quiet sigh he let slip, then I asked, “Does that make sense, Goshiki? I know how hard it can be.”
Tendou’s upper lip twitched with his impatience and the first year chirped, “It does! Thank you!” I began to move onto a new problem, squeezing at his cock, then the redhead jerked out of his seat as he rushed out, “Yes, well, now you know how to do it, why don’t you go back to your dorm and work on some vocabulary on your own, Goshiki?” We turned to face the middle blocker, confusion written across his kouhai’s expression, then he began to protest, “But Tendou-senpai, I really need-”
“Oh I believe in you, little ace, you can do it! Call me later if you need some help!” Tendou cut in, beginning to shove the vocabulary cards in the boy’s bag. I watched with raised eyebrows, somewhat surprised that he was practically tossing the underclassman out of his dorm with no real explanation. The redhead hustled the poor boy out of the door and waved briefly before shutting it in his face. I gave a small laugh then choked up as he faced me. The look on his face was astonishingly dark, eyes narrowed.
“What’s the matter, little mouse? You were so brave stroking my cock while you taught my little kouhai English. Where’s that boldness now?” he asked, caging me in against the table. I began to stutter out an answer, only for him to yank me into a kiss. I moaned into him, fingers tangling in his hair, then cooed, “You knew what you were doing when you spun that pencil, you monster.”
“Mm, I’m your monster now, little mouse.” he replied, that lazy grin stretched across his face. I returned his smile and chirped, “How lucky for me.” Who knew that losing a bet could bring on such wonderful consequences?
Unfortunately for Goshiki, however, he couldn’t look either of us in the face for the next two weeks, due to the fact that he had left his pencil pack on the kitchen table and had entered Tendou’s dorm in hopes of getting it back. Poor boy wasn't expecting to see his senpai eating me out on that same table.
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