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kur0m1bab3 · 2 years

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no thoughts just sakuatsu

Cw: NSFW, Minors DNI, established relationship(poly), 3sum(sakuatsu x fem!reader), pussy whipped men, mxm action, use of toy, LOTS of praise and dirty talk, slight overstim, eiffle tower, v self indulgent :3

“Shhh shhh sweet girl it’s okay” atsumu whispered, hot breath fanning your ear; his deep voice rattling your skull. Your legs were spread wide, all modesty thrown out the window as your feet dangled, calloused hands gripping the flesh beneath your knees hard. Your chest was heaving, back flushed to atsumus bare chest as he held you open and vulnerable, subjected to kiyoomis unabashed lust.

“y-you’re doing…so good…so f-ucking good” kiyoomi mumbled, voice low and laced with arousal as his hand feverishly tugged at his leaking cock, the other pressing the tortuous vibrator against your swollen little clit. Fat tears rolled down your face as you thrashed in atsumus hold, little cunt gushing.

“P-please! s’too much!” You cried breathing becoming labored and choppy as your eyes rolled. Atsumu chuckled, hands trailing down your sticky sweat ridden body to your messy cunt, spreading your puffy lips apart with one hand, while the other pulled the hood of your clit back; exposing the sensitive appendage.

“You can do it baby…I know you can, came so good f’me and yoomi already-” atsumu mumbled, watching with lidded eyes as kiyoomi pressed the vibrating mechanism against your overly exposed and sensitive clit. A broken whimper slipped passed your spit slicked lips as you shook your head, tears rolling down your pretty face.

“Be good, and cum for yoomi and i one more time princess?Then i promise we’ll fuck you baby….swear m’gonna fuck you so fucking good” atsumu mumbled, while stroking your hair out of your face, before kissing your temple. his words made you dizzy, the thought of their cocks finally gifting you that sinful fullness you crave made you gush embarrassingly so.

you watched through tear shrouded vision as kiyoomi fumbled towards you, pushing the shaking toy harder onto your clit, causing for a shocked cry to fall from your lips, face morphed into delicious ecstasy.

“y-yoomi!” The warbled cry made kiyoomis stomach jump, as he gazed down at you eyebrows furrowed in concentration continuing to abuse your puffy little clit.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty….fucking….gorgeous god” kiyoomi groaned, dark eyes peering into yours as a deep blush coated his chest and face in a shade of crimson. your moan caught in your throat, the sound coming out strangled and desperate as your hands scrambled, clawing at kiyoomis chest.

“i-i think-…o-oh g-god y-yoom-“

“Fucking—s-shit baby look at me—talk to me” kiyoomi cut off, his hand leaving his cock to grip your hair, shuffling a little closer to you ,the sticky head of his cock rubbing against your soft tummy.

“m..m’gonna c-cum” you slurred, eyes unfocused as you never broke contact with his demanding eyes,clawing desperately at both atsumus grip on your thighs, rendering you immobile and kiyoomis grip on your hair.

“yeah?” kiyoomi asked breathlessly, as he nodded his head, placing his forehead onto yours.

“you gonna make a fucking mess for me and yoomi sweet girl?” atsumu whispered as you whined a high pitched ‘uh huh’

“god she’s so-“ kiyoomi chocked out, lifting his head a bit to look into atsumus eyes; low, glossy and completely feral. atsumu groaned at the sight of kiyoomi so disheveled, as he took a calloused hand, running it through his lovers curls before gripping softly, making his cock jump as he let go . kiyoomi let out a low moan as gazed back down at you, watching the way your body began to tense up.

“fuck sweet girl…give it to me…fucking give it to me” kiyoomi growled as he watched you tip over the edge.

you’re body felt like it was burning from the inside, limbs shaking violently as choked sobs left your lips ,eyes knocked white.

“that’s my good fucking girl, cum baby, cum for me, squirt all over me..” kiyoomi growled as he threw the vibrator to the side, helping you ride out your orgasm on his fingers, rubbing your clit in a way that made you twitch. your sticky juices came gushing, drenching not only yourself, but kiyoomis lower half, as well as atsumus boxer covered lap, completely soaking the fabric.

“omi—tsu—h’my god” you cried as you slowly came from one of the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. kiyoomis grip on your hair faltered a bit as he kissed you softly, cooing how proud he was.

“see baby, i told you, you could do it..” atsumu whispered, his voice containing an edge you’re all too familiar with.

“Did i make you proud tsumu?” you asked softly, gazing up at him with wet lashes and a fucked out face. the blond turned you around crawling in between your parted and slightly shaking legs.

“oh baby…” he cooed softly, gripping the length of his cock through the drenched material of the boxers, hissing at the contact.

“I’m so fucking proud of you princess” atsumu breathed as he peeled off the soiled boxers, hand immediately reaching to grab hold of his incredibly stiff cock. Atsumu bucked his hips into his hand, heavy balls swinging with each pass of his hand.

“my beautiful girl….did so amazing look how fucking hard i am for you..” atsumu hissed, cockhead leaking, placing a lingering kiss on your lips.

“he’s right princess, you did so amazing for us….” kiyoomi chimed, his position changing to be behind atsumu, head resting on the older mans shoulder as kiyoomis pretty hands wondered the expanse of atsumus body causing the older males breathing to pick up.

“need you- please! need both your cocks s’bad” you whimpered, sensitive cunt clenching.

“Already?” atsumu breathlessly asked as he gripped the base of his cock, slapping it heavy on your sopping cunt. the heat from his cock made your ears ring as you whined loudly watching as atsumu continued to slap your pussy with his cock, coated in your sticky arousal.

“s’pussy soaking my fucking cock- shit”atsumu breathed as he pulled away a bit, staring in awe at his dripping cock.

“looks so fucking good..” kiyoomi growled gazing at atsumus cock in mouthwatering lust. the sight of atsumus thick, stiff cock covered in your cum made kiyoomi want to scream. standing up kiyoomi pulled atsumu from the bed by his shoulder, immediately getting down on his knees greedily slurping atsumus cock.

“oh shit!” atsumu cried at the feeling of kiyoomis hot mouth sucking him for all he’s worth. you watched in nothing short of pure need as the loves of your lives succumb to debilitating pleasure. kiyoomi working atsumu like a fined tuned instrument and you could do nothing but sit back and watched as they teased you.

your mouth parted slightly, eyes wide and hazy as you watched atsumus eyes roll in the back of his head gripping kiyoomis khol colored curls as he thrusted his cock down kiyoomis throat, causing the younger to sputter and gag.

“right there. r-right t-there omi, y-you’re fucking throat shi-“ kiyoomi obliged, keeping atsumus cock shoved deep in his throat as he clawed at kiyoomis curls fucking his hips into his face a little more before completely stepping away, heaving and blushing.

kiyoomi let out a shameless moan. pretty lips puffy, swollen and covered in a concoction of your cum and his saliva. his pupils swallowed up his already onyx colored eyes, his predatory gaze shifting attention to you. kiyoomi stared at you, the domineering look pushing you into submission as his tongue darted out, the pink muscle flicking out and running over his bottom lip.

“you taste so fucking good princess.” kiyoomi groaned, eyes fluttering a bit as you whimpered, lip caught between your teeth.

“fucking hell” atsumu huffed incredulously, eyes wide darting between you and kiyoomi; mouth parted, frenzied pants leaving the blonds swollen lips. his curse caught your attention, eyes zeroing in on his heavy, leaking cock; pretty pink tip oozing salty spunk.

“tsumu..” you whimpered, heat swirling in your tummy, mouth watering at the thought of his cock pounding you to shambles.

“you’re such a sweetheart… ya know that angel mhmn?” Atsumu spoke, a heavy breath puffing from his nose as he stared down at you, watching you nod dumbly.

“you’re so good for us……it pisses me off.” atsumu continued, voice calm as he continued to stare down at you.

“always so fucking eager to please.” atsumu spat, eyes narrowing at you

viscously. tears bubbles at your lash line, a pout sitting on your spit slicked lips as atsumu sneered at you.

“i don’t think you get it angel..” atsumu laughed, the sound tumbling in your core as the faux blond leaned over, one hand grabbing at your face while the other was steadied on the headboard.

“i want to do some of the worst things imaginable to you.” atsumu said simply, his eyes never leaving yours.

“i wanna watch you cry, scream, beg.” he growled, lips latching onto the soft skin

of your neck as his hips rutted into yours, his cock slipping through your wet folds with ease.

“i wanna watch you fucking fall apart…” he huffed, eyes lidded and focused on your cute little expressions everytime his cock head nudged your clit.

“t-tsumu!” you cried, unshed tears starting their descent down your face as atsumu gazed at you, lips parted in awe.

“y-yeah fuck like that baby, just like that..” he growled, leaning down as he kissed your tears away.

“t-tsumu please! i- i-“

“shhhh angle i know, i know…..i’ve got you..” atsumu promised, his voice coming out needy and rushed as he leaned back on his haunches, hand coming to his cock as he languidly stroked, squeezing tight at the crown of his pretty cock.

he clumsily shuffled forward, large body knocking your knees out of the way as his calloused hands gripped the underside of your knees pushing up folding you in half. you’re eyes grew wide at the sudden shift, panic setting in your gut as you frantically shook your head pushing at his chest.

“t-tsumu no! n-not like this, i’ll make a mess!” you whimpered tears rolling down your face as the blond ignored your pleas, eyes focusing on the way his tip nudged your hole.

“s’wet…fuck she s’wet” atsumu shakily cried, eyebrows pinched as he bullied the thick head inside your gummy walls. atsumu watched as your greedy cunt sucked his cock in. you barley had time to register the feeling of being split open, before the taste of sticky precum coated your tongue.

kiyoomi watches in a lust addled haze as you gagged on his cock in surprise, the remnants of a scream being cut off by his cock shoved down your throat as atsumu pounded away at your gummy walls.

i mean it was the least they could do for such a sweet girl like you.

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that1emowitch · 9 months

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Fire #5 (Jason Todd & Child!OC)

Summary:

Jay's going off the deep end, Tim and Dick try their best to save him, Batman finds Jason.

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences (there might be some swears and graphic descriptions of violence)

Word Count: 2760

A/N:

writing this made me cry i hope it does the same for you :)

Chapter 5: Falling Apart

With a heavy heart and conflicting emotions, Jason quickly donned his Red Hood armour and snatched his helmet, the cold metal feeling like a desperate grasp at some semblance of control. His mind was a whirlwind of torment and confusion, memories of the Lazarus Pit creeping into every corner of his thoughts. He wanted to believe that going on patrol would help, that the adrenaline rush would drown out the haunting echoes of his past, but he knew deep down it was a temporary respite.

I just need to blow off some steam, he tried to reassure himself, praying that he would feel better later.

As he made his way to the bedroom to grab a few essentials, he found Nile sitting on the bed, wide awake with worry etched on her young face. His heart ached at the sight of her, knowing that she had witnessed the turmoil he was going through. "Jay? Ya OK?" she asked in her innocent, three-year-old voice.

He mustered a small smile for her, though it couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. "I'm okay, sweetheart," he whispered, pulling her into a comforting hug. He felt guilty for burdening her with his emotional struggles; she was just a child, after all. "I'm just gonna go out for a while, okay? I'll be back soon."

Nile didn't look convinced, her concern for him evident. "Ya g'na stop more bad guys?" she asked, her trust and admiration for him shining through.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth at her innocent faith in him. "Yeah, imma kick their butts!" he replied with a hint of a smirk, trying to maintain the brave façade for her sake. "Try to get some sleep, okay? Goodnight."

"Good night, Jay-Jay," she said, using her adorable nickname for him.

His heart swelled with a mix of emotions as he left the room. Jason knew he couldn't keep burdening Nile with his troubles, but at the same time, her presence offered a sliver of comfort in the darkness he was drowning in. He wanted to protect her, to be the person she could look up to, just as he had looked up to Batman all those years ago.

As he prepared to head out into the unforgiving night of Gotham, he felt a tug in his heart—a conflict between the vigilant protector he was now and the broken boy he once was. He wished he could shield Nile from the pain of his past, but he knew that ultimately, he needed to confront his demons and find a way to heal. It’ll be better after I find a release. I’ll be fine.

As he made his way out to a rooftop, he couldn't shake the feeling of mental instability plaguing him. The memories played on a loop, like a never-ending nightmare he couldn't escape. Rage and despair battled within him, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. He grappled with the conflicting emotions of anger at those who had hurt him, fear of losing control, and the overwhelming desire to protect Nile at all costs.

With a flick of a switch, he activated enhanced security in his safehouse, his protective instincts overriding his own mental well-being. Nile's safety was his priority, and he couldn't afford any distractions or lapses in security. The weight of his responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders, amplifying the turmoil inside him. He wondered if he was capable of being the guardian she needed, especially when he was struggling to keep himself together.

"JASON!" Dick's voice echoed through the apartment, filled with urgency and concern, as he knocked on his brother's door repeatedly. Beside him, Tim furrowed his brows, trying to find a way to bypass the enhanced security that Jason had set up. They had been standing outside for what felt like an eternity, worry gnawing at them both.

"Something must've happened to him. Tim, have you found a way in yet?" Dick's eyes darted to his younger companion, hoping for a breakthrough.

Tim shook his head, frustration evident in his expression. "Jason's gone all out with his security protocols. Hacking into this might take some time, we might as well try breaking through the windows."

Dick's face brightened with determination. "Why not? Let's go for it." He didn't wait for Tim's response and launched into action, delivering a powerful kick to one of the windows. The glass shattered, followed by a loud crash, as Dick gracefully entered the apartment through the broken opening. "TIM! I'M IN!"

Tim sighed, partly exasperated and partly amused at Dick's impulsive nature. "Coming," he muttered under his breath and followed his mentor inside.

As they entered the apartment, they found no sign of Jason anywhere. "He's not in the living room," Tim noted, his concern mounting. The small space of the apartment limited the possibilities of where Jason could be hiding.

Dick, ever the optimist, headed towards the closed bedroom door, hoping to find his brother peacefully sleeping. However, when he opened the door, he was met with a surprising sight. There, on the bed, was a small figure huddled under the blankets—a child. Nile.

The sight of the small girl tugged at Dick's heartstrings. He had heard about Jason taking care of a child, but seeing her in person made the situation even more poignant. He quickly assessed that Nile was safe and unharmed, which eased some of his worry.

"Hey there," Dick said gently, crouching down to Nile's level. "I'm Dick, and this is Tim. You remember Tim, right?” She didn’t answer him, she seemed extremely cautious. What happened to her that made her so on-the-edge?

Tim stepped in. “He’s also Jason’s brother, just like me. Is Jason here with you?"

Nile looked up at him with big, curious eyes, her expression tinged with uncertainty. "Jay?" she asked softly, as if seeking confirmation.

Dick smiled reassuringly. "Yes, that's right. Jason. Is he here?"

Nile shook her head, her small voice barely audible. "No... gone."

"Gone? Where did he go, sweetie?" Tim asked, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Nile hesitated for a moment before answering, "He’s angry... he went to find bad people."

Dick exchanged a worried glance with Tim. Jason was out on patrol, fueled by his inner turmoil and memories from the Lazarus Pit. His unstable mental state was a cause for concern, and they knew they had to find him before he did something reckless.

"Your name’s Nile, right?" Dick started, giving her a warm smile. She nodded. "You're safe with us. Can you tell us more about what happened?"

Nile seemed to brighten up a little, sensing the comfort and support from the two older heroes.

"Jay—Timmy and Con left, then Jay-Jay was crying and screaming, then he was really quiet.. Then he came and said he's g’na kick some bad guy’s butt. He said I should go sleep again… He said he was OK, but…" Nile's voice choked up with tears, her small hands clutching at her toy mammoth, Milo, for comfort.

Dick kneeled down to her level, trying to be the comforting ‘big brother’ figure she needed right now. "Hey, hey—don’t worry, okay?" he said softly, wiping away a tear from her cheek. "He’ll be okay. We'll find him, make sure he’s fine. I promise." But even as he spoke, he couldn't ignore the gnawing concern in his heart for Jason, knowing how unstable he had been lately.

He picked up the escrima sticks he'd laid on a nearby table, ready to jump back into the night and search for Jason. "Don't worry, Nile, we'll find Jay-Jay together," Dick reassured her, his eyes filled with determination.

But Tim chimed in, "Dick, I—I don’t think it’s the best idea to leave her alone here. I'll stay with her." He could see the worry and fear in Nile's eyes and knew she needed someone to stay by her side.

Nightwing nodded in agreement, his gentle demeanour giving way to a more focused and authoritative presence. "You're right, Tim. Nile needs someone here with her. Contact Oracle, let her know what's going on. You two can support me on your computers. Try to find Jason everywhere you can. Also, don't forget there are still assassins after Nile. You might need to protect her from the League. Call for backup if you need it—Orphan and Spoiler, maybe."

Tim nodded, appreciating the trust his brother had in him to handle the situation. "You got it, Nightwing. We'll be fine. Now go! Find Jason and bring him back."

In the darkness of the night, Red Hood moved with the agility and grace of a predator, his senses sharp and attuned to the city's heartbeat. It didn't take long for trouble to rear its ugly head, as he spotted three lanky men lurking in the shadows, their predatory gazes fixed on two scared teenage girls they were surrounding. He could practically smell the malice in the air, and it ignited a fiery rage within him.

With a calculated leap, he traversed the rooftops, closing in on the scene below. His heart pounded in his chest, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and fury. These thugs thought they could take advantage of innocent girls, but they had no idea who they were dealing with. He was Red Hood, and he didn't take kindly to those who preyed on the vulnerable.

As he landed with a dramatic flourish, his guns cocked and ready, the men's bravado wavered. Hood’s very presence exuded an aura of danger that sent shivers down their spines. He positioned himself in front of the frightened girls, becoming a barrier between them and their assailants.

"Back off," Jason's voice was cold and filled with a wrath that dared anyone to challenge him. The men tried to intimidate him, hurling threats and profanities his way, but he brushed them off with a dismissive snarl. The safety of the girls was all that mattered to him at that moment.

He didn't need to see their faces to know the emotions swirling in the young girls' eyes—fear, relief, and a glimmer of hope. "Run," he commanded, his tone unwavering yet carrying an undertone of protection. Without hesitation, the girls seized the opportunity and fled into the night, seeking safety from their tormentors.

He turned back to face the rats. Everyone knew Hood, and his reputation. The assailants chose the wise choice to run away and hide, but Hood wasn’t in a generous mood tonight. He needed to blow off some steam.

Hood was quick to shoot all three men in their kneecaps, disabling them, possibly permanently. Ignoring their pleas for forgiveness, he grabbed the one closest to him and brutally bashed his head against the nearest wall. The constant green hue in his vision seemed to get brighter as Batman’s voice filled his head. “You’re too volatile. Not good enough.”

He screamed, punching another man in the face with all his power, hearing a satisfying crunch of bones as his head caved in. He shifted to see the third man desperately trying to crawl away, and his anger flared once more. These rats don’t deserve to live.

“You’re not good enough to be Robin.”

He marched over and grabbed him by the neck, letting out as much anger as possible into breaking every possible bone in the man’s body.

“RED HOOD!” He heard a very familiar voice shout, but he paid it no heed, continuing to bash his enemies to death instead.

Strong arms pulled him off the bloody body against his wishes. “HOOD!”

His heart pounded in his chest, each beat reverberating in his ears like a constant reminder of the nightmare he was trapped in. It was as if the Lazarus Pit itself had resurfaced, pulling him back into the abyss of torment. The Joker's maniacal laughter echoed through his mind, a haunting symphony that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness once more.

His surroundings blurred, the city lights dancing like distorted shapes. Reality and hallucination collided, and he struggled to distinguish between the two. The laughter taunted him, mocking his vulnerability, and the pain of his past felt fresh and raw all over again. His throat clenched, leaving him choking.

“You’re not good enough to be my son.”

He fought against the tight grasp of his attacker, desperately trying to get away, trying to breathe.

“You should have stayed dead.”

His grip on reality slipped further, and he stumbled, his knees hitting the ground as he clung to the present with every ounce of strength he could muster. Yet, the Pit was relentless, its grasp tightening around him, suffocating him with memories he wished he could forget.

The world around Jason swirled in a disorienting haze as he struggled to grasp onto reality. His helmet was unceremoniously pulled off, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Through the fog of his torment, he recognized a figure in the familiar black-and-blue costume, shouting desperately in an attempt to anchor him back to the present. I can’t trust him! He ripped Batman’s hand off of him as fast as he could.

“JASON!” Another familiar voice joined Batman’s. Nightwing.

The urgency in their voices pierced through the cacophony of his mind. For a fleeting moment, concern flickered in the Dark Knight's eyes, genuine worry for his lost and tormented son. Nightwing stood a metre away, concern crossing his eyebrows. But the Pit's relentless hold tightened its grip, and that worry twisted into something darker. A flash of sickly green tainted Batman's expression, and the caring fatherly figure morphed into something else entirely.

“Little birdie~ come and play~”

The voice was hauntingly familiar, taunting and malicious, as the Joker's presence invaded his hallucinations. Jason's heart pounded, torn between the voice of reason and the devilish allure of the man who had brought him so much pain.

“JASON, LOOK AT ME!”

“You’re such a let down, ya’know? I expected you to be my good soldier, but— you died. And came back all wrong.” He couldn’t tell if Bruce had really said this or if the Pit was making things up again.

“Jason, whatever’s happening, it’s not real. You need to come back!” Nightwing's voice rang out like a lifeline, but he knew he couldn’t trust him. I refuse to fall for that trap again. The lines between hallucination and reality blurred, and Jason couldn't distinguish one from the other.

The world tilted, tilting him further into the abyss of his own mind. He tried to reach out, to find something solid to cling to, but his grip on reality was slipping like sand through his fingers. The pain, the confusion, and the weight of his fractured soul were overwhelming.

I can’t do this anymore… Nile deserves better than this stupid fucking mess I’ve become to take care of her.

The thought of his daughter completely cleared his mind for a split second, and he was finally able to take in reality.

Batman and Nightwing were trying to bring him back, it looked almost like they… cared?

“I wish I’d never taken you in,” Bat’s voice rang in his head. “You’re my biggest failure.”

“NO!” He screamed his throat raw, clawing at his own face, trying to block out the voice. This isn’t real!

As the pain of the Pit intensified, Jason's body seemed to disconnect from the world around him. His senses dulled, and the cacophony of torment that had assaulted his mind slowly faded into an eerie silence. It was as if the universe had granted him a momentary respite from the overwhelming chaos.

The world around him seemed distant and surreal, as if he was observing it from the confines of a dream. The physical agony he had endured for so long now felt like a distant memory, as if his body had taken refuge in the numbing embrace of unconsciousness.

The voices in his head and desperate pleas from his ‘family’ were muted, reduced to a faint echo in the recesses of his mind. He couldn't process the words or the emotions that had been thrown at him like a whirlwind. Everything felt surreal, disconnected, and far away.

His body slumped, falling into a state of weightlessness. It was almost a relief, the sensation of floating, of being untethered from the pain that had become his constant companion. He embraced the quiet, the stillness that enveloped him. The torment won, and his world faded into darkness as he lost consciousness. The battle was far from over, and the fractured mind of Red Hood remained adrift in a sea of memories and pain.

A/N

IT HURTS ME TO HURT MY BBY JASON BUT HE'LL GET HIS COMFORT. THE ONLY QUESTION I HAVE NOW IS ~ SHOULD I LEAVE THIS AS A FAMILY FLUFF FIC OR SHOULD I ADD JAYROY?

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noamuth · 5 months

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The High Forest

[Continued from this story]

An exit to the World Above.

It may as well be a portal to another plane, sunlight on stone creating a white frame through which he glimpses an alien green world. The light is far more intense than any bioluminescence, torch or lamplight, and he squints his eyes against the radiance. It is painful to look at.

Roars from the Quaggoths are quick to seize his attention once more. They chip at the edges of the crevice Dalamus had escaped through, using their stone tools as crude chisels and hammers. One barks an order in a language that could be considered Undercommon, if only just: "Around!" A pair of footsteps rush off to find another entrance to Dalamus' tunnel. His time to make a decision is running out.

A shock of pain stabs at his lower back after only a few steps, forcing a surprised shout from him and threatening to send him to his knees to recover, but he does not have the time. With smaller but no less hurried steps, he makes his way to the short climb out of the Underdark, drawing his hood to protect himself from the light which floods the World Above. Its magic seems to wane and flicker in the sunlight.

Reaching over his head, Dalamus finds handholds sturdy enough to hold his weight, and he begins hauling himself upwards. The tug of gravity on his lower half sends another shock through him, and leaves a burning sensation in its wake. His back, his legs, feel weak and exhausted, but he is so close. He can barely get a leg up to plant his foot in a foothold, but sets his jaw and forces his body through the pain. Another good pull and heave, with a shout of exertion for good measure, and he is thrust into the world of the light, and immediately blinded.

He kneels in the dirt and grass, squeezing his eyes shut against the onslaught, further covering them with a hand. Even from under the hood of his piwafwi everything is too bright. Afterimages color the backs of his eyelids, as if he has stared into the heart of a fireplace for too long. Not only that, but it is warm, hot even, a dramatic shift from the relatively stable coolness of the shadows underground. Stifling. Suffocating. There is a reason Surface Raids take place at night.

He has to move. Without a shirt to shield his skin, every inch not concealed by the piwafwi is subject to the sun's rays, and they are quickly becoming uncomfortable. Dalamus slowly lifts his hand from his squinted eyes, and attempts to take in his surroundings.

The openness is dizzying, almost nauseating. No cavern walls in sight, just openness, occasionally interrupted by trees or a distant building or mountains even further off. Anything could come from any side, at any time. Exposed. Vulnerable. He looks up and immediately regrets the decision--not only is the sky too bright, but what he glimpses before having to shut his eyes causes an immediate, intense vertigo to wash over him. No ceiling. He bows his head again and grips at the ground, the only stable surface to hold onto, and waits until he no longer feels as though he will fall upwards.

As the dizziness starts to subside, Dalamus lifts his squinted gaze towards the shaded forest before him, and begins pushing himself onto his feet. Every bend of his back, every too-quick movement, any step that hits the ground with too much force lights a spark of pain in his lower spine. Even when he adjusts his movement, there is tingling, like static ready to zap when the right contact is made. He manages to shuffle his way into the forest past a couple trees, slowly sliding himself into a sitting position with his back against a sturdy trunk. Dappled light still peeks through gaps in the leaves, but most of him is in the shade.

As the adrenaline wears off, and as his vision recovers, every bump, bruise, and injury he has obtained over the past several hours begins begging for his attention. The whip wounds are no longer bleeding, but his face and neck ache. Slight swelling in the left side of his face indicates the beginnings of a black eye although the eye, itself, is not injured. His right shoulder burns and bleeds from the Quaggoth's claws. Dalamus reaches under his cloak to gingerly prod at his back where he had been thrown onto the stalagmites, finding only a small cut where a sharp edge of stone had pierced through his piwafwi. It bleeds slightly, but most of the damage is underneath, out of his reach.

Aches creep into every part of his body, seeping into every muscle, every limb, like too-cold water soaking into his bones. His throat burns, and he regrets not drinking from the Bullywugs while he had been making his healing salve--if it can even be called that. The grass, paper thin blades protruding from the ground, are dry, unlike the moss which carpeted patches of the ground in the Underdark. There will be no squeezing anything drinkable from it.

Dalamus reaches into his pockets and pouches to assess his inventory. The crushed remains of fungus are less than useless, and he pours them out of their pouch onto the ground if only to free up more space. Various coins and loose cabochons may be able to buy him a meal, or perhaps a shirt, whenever he finds a town. If he finds a town.

He rests during the day and travels at night, keeping the forest on his right side as he follows its edge. The hope is that, by observing the native fauna, he will learn which plants are edible. Unfortunately, even hidden from direct exposure, his piwafwi's magic has depleted under the dappled sunlight and moonlight after only a few hours, and animals are quick to avoid his line of sight. Were he not so afraid to move, he would hunt. Instead, he is relegated to what berries he can find, or what animals leave behind when fleeing.

Travel is not as quick as he hoped it would be. His soreness only grows as bruises bloom across his body, making him feel like an overripe Luurden fruit, like if someone touched him, his flesh would yield. The pain forces him to rest frequently, yet no position is comfortable. The morning after his escape from the Underdark, it is all he can do to keep quiet as a muscle spasm wracks his lower back, immobilized in the shade of a trunk as he waits for it, and the day, to pass.

As he attempts to minimize his writhing, he spots the largest creatures he has seen since arriving on the surface. It is drider-like, but rather than its lower half being that of a spider, the elven torso is fused to the body of a hoofed creature, something more athletic than a rothé. The legs are long and slender, with a barrel-like body to house large lungs. Built for powerful speed. There is a large one and a small one, presumably an adult and child. Dalamus wonders which god they have displeased to be turned into such unappealing creatures.

Without his piwafwi's magic to hide him, Dalamus remains low so as to not draw unwanted attention. If they are even a fraction as aggressive as driders, being spotted while unable to move quickly will put his life in peril. The creatures are unaware at first. They seem to be foraging, harvesting plants from the forest, until the small one turns in his direction and freezes at the sight of him. It then begins trotting towards him.

Dalamus feels his heart beating at his rib cage like a drum as he attempts to stand, but he moves too fast, pain stabbing at his back and forcing him to the ground again. He pulls out a dagger and aims it at the smallish hoofed creature, burning with shame at being so weak, so cowardly. But it works. The creature, the girl, stops in her tracks, aware of his hostility and distrust, yet does not move away.

She stands at over half his height, taller than the age she looks thanks to the long legs beneath her. Her hair is brown and plaited, long enough to sit over her shoulder and show the weaved flowers in front. Her skin is fair, much like the coat of her animal body, and she wears a fur vest over her Elven torso. Her concerned brown eyes scan him with some horror. He must somehow look even worse than he feels.

"Hello?" she calls out from several paces away, which Dalamus knows she could leap in an instant with those legs. Her voice is small, befitting her childlike stature, and she speaks in Elvish with an accent he has not heard before. "You look really hurt. Can I help?"

"No," Dalamus answers with his thick Drowic accent. "Leave me be and I will do the same."

The girl seems hurt by his words for some reason. He does not understand. She has no reason to help him, and he has no reason to trust her. And yet, despite his insistence, the hoofed girl reaches into a pouch at her side and pulls out a handful of red berries wrapped in wide leaves. Dalamus recognizes them as edible.

"Here, you can have these. There's lots more over in the bushes over there if you want them." She places the berries on the ground on their plate of leaves, warily watching his dagger. The girl fidgets with her fingers a moment. "Maybe the people at the inn can help you. If you keep going North, you'll see it!" She points in the direction he has been headed. So that is North.

Dalamus says nothing, keeping his dagger trained on her, trying to hide his labored breathing. There is nothing to say. He does not know if she is correct, or telling the truth. He did not ask for this information. He will be heading that direction either way, and will discover for himself the truth.

There is a call from the adult creature deeper into the forest, calling the child's name. Elara. She calls back, informing him of her imminent return, then glances back at Dalamus. He is unsure what to make of her expression. Sadness? Concern? Pity? A spark of anger simmers in him, being looked at like a kicked pet.

"I hope you feel better soon," she says. "Sabbas!"

And with that, she is gone as quickly as she appeared, her hoof beats slowly trailing off as she disappears back into the forest. Dalamus lowers his dagger and sheathes it with a sigh of relief, leaning against the trunk of the tree with a groan. Straightening his spine does nothing to ease the cramping in his back. His muscles squeeze relentlessly, refusing to relax.

Attempts to Trance are fruitless, too distracted by his aching. Instead, he watches the sun set, and notices for the first time the changing of the sky's colors. Thinking about the infinity above him still makes him feel physically ill, and he keeps one hand on the tree's rough trunk to ground himself while he admires the soft warm colors.

Pinks and oranges blend into one another in combinations he has only seen in art, as seamless as a master painter's brushstrokes. Colors of such softness that do not often appear in the Underdark are crystal clear here on the surface. He does not want to look away. Light rims the clouds in silver, then gold, like gossamer before lamplight. The hue deepens to red, like the purest ruby, yet gentle, as the sun dips below the horizon, leaving purples and dark blues splotching the darkening sky.

Blackness envelops the land, and Dalamus finally feels a sense of familiarity mix with the awe. A coolness settles over everything, relief from the light and heat, and he can see again, breathe again. Between the dark expanses created by the clouds, stars glimmer with a silver light, reminding him of glowing insects on a cavern ceiling, but brighter.

An ache begins in his throat, and a tightness squeezes his chest. His eyes sting as he thinks of Menzoberranzan, the people he had met, the trade he enjoyed, his gemcutting which has been his life for decades, his consortship which he had just earned. The food, the art, the architecture. All beyond his reach now.

Just then, a moth gently descends from above, as if one of the stars has come to greet him. It is silver, with a faint glow--the same kind which he saw in the tunnels. Had he not followed them, he might have been set on the Quaggoth's dinner table with his rib cage cracked open like that of a boar.

Dalamus reaches for it out of curiosity, and it lands itself on his outstretched hand, perching delicately on a finger. He brings it close for inspection. Spiders were of Lolth, not moths. Is it merely coincidence that he sees the same insect twice so soon, after having never seen this species before?

His thoughts calm. He will return to Menzoberranzan soon, he tells himself. He just needs to heal and prepare to brave the perilous journey through the Underdark again. That is all. It should not take long. He just has to survive. He has survived up until this point, what is a few more weeks?

The moth picks its head up after cleaning its fuzzy antennae, and with a few tiny wingbeats, lifts itself from Dalamus' finger and flutters North.

As the moon rises, so does he, forcing himself to stand despite every limb begging him not to move, using the tree as support. Just before stepping away, Dalamus spares a glance at the berries the drider-like girl had offered. He searches one of his pouches and finds two similar cabochons to use as payment, one for the berries, the other for the information about the inn, and sets them on the bed of leaves after gathering the berries in his other hand to eat as he walks North. Debt repaid, now he can move on.

He must move on so that he may return. It is what he tells himself, but it does not ease the ache of his heart.

[To be continued]

#strighym backstory #missy writing

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2dayihaveaheadache · 1 year

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Obikin AU. The idea of Anakin as Macbeth and Obi-Wan as King Duncan, quite the lovebirds, never quite left my headspace. So here it is.

Lord Anakin of House Skywalker, Thane of Cawdor, has been injured on the battlefield fighting off the rebellion in Scotland, led by Count Dooku. The Count has been exiled for various years due to his political activities as a separatist. Years ago, he had been Anakin’s mentor and even helped the young man to knighthood. He is to Anakin more than a father than any other man had ever been. Now, the mentor and apprentice are forced to meet again on opposite sides of the battlefield. Both are willing to sacrifice everything, their title, their honor, or even their life for their beloved ones and their beliefs.

In the Aftermath, Ahsoka Tano remains to save what has been left of Anakin, only the shadow of the man, that he used to be, physically and mentally drained.

A few miles north of Nairn, the land drops in close to the hillside bank of the coast and molds the spikes of stone and deep clefts to a rutted cliff. Murray Firth, the people whispered to each other behind closed doors in the fishermen’s villages around, is a chasm, the maw of a leviathan. Only the forsaken are damned to cross its path and fight the wave crests every day. When the fog hangs low over the coast, only the spikes of the slate-grey stone peak out of the veil like the rotten teeth of a Sea Monster. The air tasted of festered fish and salt from the fishnets spanned between the huts. Life was hard, the people haggard, the skin weather-beaten, the eyes without a sparkle of hope.

A horse neighed and two riders peeled out of the thick fog, darkly dressed in cloaks and leather armor. Their faces were hidden under a hood but their swords were openly shown in pride. Steel that carried a title as it carried the shed blood of its nemesis. They were royal horsemen, the burgundy emblem of the royal house embroidered on their back, riders of the king’s brigade. When they passed the gate of the settlement, two wooden pillars pushed into the muddy ground, the smaller one of them unveiled herself. Under the hood had been hidden a girl in the bloom of womanhood, the hair braided with blue and white beads in the custom of clan Tano.

“I am Lady Ahsoka Tano, first to her name, ward of the Thane of Cawdor of the house Skywalker.” The girl dismounted from the horse and let herself fall to her knees, her cloak disappearing into the mud. She had stretched out both arms, her palms of her hands upwards, and placed the iron sword on them. A gesture like a prayer. “My warden has been injured and I am begging for shelter.”

II.

Heat and the smell of burnt coal hit Anakin’s nose as he lifted his eyelids. Some Straw tickled the back of his neck. He had been laid out in a barn and undressed. He felt utterly exposed and vulnerable in his linen undergarments without his leather armor. The steel of his sword was nowhere in sight. Yet another smell was recognizable among the others. Anakin had spent enough time on the burnt earth of battlefields to sense the misery of the wounded in the air. Now, however, he smelled of dried blood, which seemed to mix again and again with fresh one. An open wound. As he straightened up, pushing himself up on the cot made of hay, he discovered that the linen had been pushed up to his collarbones to reveal a gaping sore on his chest. The wound had missed his heart by a mere centimeter. A new scar in his collection, he grinned.

"Master," a female voice called out, panic resonating in it. “You are not to be up again.” Someone leaned over him and pushed him back onto the hay. Where the hands touched his skin, a gentleness shook Anakin to his core. The tenderness of the hands of a beloved one. “’ Soka?”, he asked weakly, his voice hoarse and only a rasp shadow of its usual strong character. “Yes, it’s me, Master.,” the girl assured him, running a wet cloth over his feverish forehead. She lowered her head so that her Master could see her face, and recognize her as his savior.

The youthfulness had disappeared from her features, her tanned skin was stale, and her lips bitten. The expression of sorrow had appeared in her eyes, which otherwise were brimful of life. The girl, his ward, who had always been a source full of bubbly youthfulness, suddenly seemed to have aged years. “Soka…,” he tried again, bringing one hand to her cheek. “Are you unharmed?” A weak smile curved her lips It did not reach her eyes. “Of course...,” she broke off, voice high-pitched and on the verge of crying. For a moment, she turned her head away. A single tear ran down her cheeks.

When she turned back to him, her voice was firm, the weakness overcome. " You’ve won the battle. Count Dooku fell by your hand. When you raised your sword against him, it seemed as if two comets were colliding. Two warriors armed with blood-stained steel and blessed by Fortuna with a talent for dueling. He was the one who had taught you the art of the sword back when you were a knight’s attendant, wasn't he?"

Anakin just nodded absently. Years had passed since his days as a lad on the Orkney Islands of the noble House Dooku. He had spent his days in the Yard of Notland Castle, often falling into the sand of the training ground when the Count had beaten him once again. Wooden sticks clawing into one another. He remembered the excitement when the prince had watched him from afar, the urge to flex his chiseled upper body, and then the Count punishing him for his state of distraction with yet another epic defeat. Years later the Count had committed treason on the Scottish Crown and with that on Obi-Wan, the lad, his ward, the prince, that he had parented like his own son, the man who was to Anakin like a brother.

Ahsoka continued with her battle report. "You have surpassed him in his own art, beheaded and thus killed the traitor of the Scottish crown."

Beads of sweat stood on Anakin's forehead in the heat of the coal-fired barn. He straightened his back, suppressing the sting in his chest and the smell of fresh blood tickling his nose. The wound had been ripped open again by his movement but he wanted to get his head clear. He was now the slayer of a traitor, a war hero. An incredible sadness filled his core. He had killed the man, who had been like a father to him, and now would be honored for it. Granted a title. Sweat prickled on his skin.

"Then why am I here?", he asked, looking around the barn, catching no glimpse of his sword. Ahsoka had wisely put it out of his eyes, not wanting to burden him with the sight of the Count’s blood. It would be dried on the steel by now. The air in the barn tasted bitter on Anakin’s tongue as he swallowed, like coal and burned wood.

"Count Dooku was a deceitful man. He was aware of his age and the weak flesh, that came with it. Should your steel overpower him, an ambush had been planned. His army, the troops that had landed a mile north of Elgin were not the only ones, that had become pawns in his game. Thousands of mercenaries attacked us after his death, all led by the young Lord Maul.”

A vision of a young man came to Anakin’s feverish mind. A face adorned with black inking, the Celtic runes of an old Tribe. Lord Maul, a second cousin to King Kenobi, had recently inherited his family title. Some evil tongues whispered that witchcraft had been involved as similar Celtic runes had been found on his father’s deathbed. The young lord was the wielder of a claymore, that was told to have been forged in a volcano in Iceland. A vicious weapon, spiked with thorns of steel to almost appeal like a flail. “A Norwegian Lord fought on the battlefield?”

“Yes, under the Banner of Dooku’s noble house. The Count must have conspired with the Norwegian crown. For centuries they have been trying to claim the Scottish throne. Now that King Obi-Wan, the heir of the royal House Kenobi has, not wed yet and therefore no legitimate offspring has been born, they sense their chance.,” Ahsoka explained with a lowered voice.

"But enough of the war, Master. Your wound needs to be cleaned." She glanced at Anakin’s chest and the gaping wound, which seemed to only worsen by the minute. His skin was pale, almost yellowish by fever. The wound was inflamed. She bent down to pick up something from the floor of the barn. A bottle of brown, scuffed glass. “Smells like home, doesn’t it? " She grinned, and a piece of her former mischievous self glimmered underneath her expression. The bottle was uncorked with a pop and the burning smell of homemade Schnaps rose. Anakin grimaced.

“Normally, the two of us would have celebrated our victory in a tavern with that.” The cool liquid hit Anakin's feverish skin and he bit his lip to suppress a cry of pain. It burnt to his core, fighting the inflammation. ”Not finished yet, Master," Ahsoka warned him, "The worst is yet to come." Without a thought, Anakin reached for the piece of leather that Ahsoka gently handed him. A mouthpiece so he would not bite off his tongue in Agony. Closing wounds with fire was no unknown custom to him. When he had lost his hand, he himself had burned off what had remained of the stump with his own heated blade, most of the pain suppressed in the adrenaline of the moment.

This time, when the metal of the sword heated in the coal fire touched his skin, he bent his back in agony until his muscles and sinews were impossibly stretched. The pain penetrated him through and through, his mouth torn open into a silent, shrill cry. The world became a single white panorama before his eyes. The moment seemed to drag on forever until Anakin had lost all sense of time, place, and identity, trapped in an eternal cycle of pain, heat, and anonymity, crying out for help, although only a few seconds had passed.

The color returned to his vision as the metal left his skin. His body collapses, suddenly battered by exhaustion that slackened his muscles and tendons. A hand moved up to his chest, hesitantly brushing over the spot where the wound had once been. A new scar in his collection. He turned his head to his ward and grinned, “Indestructible. A Skywalker is indestructible.”

He fell back into the cushion of the hay. “Has…”, Anakin tried again but Ahsoka broke him off too soon, tenderly brushing with a wet cloth over his feverish forehead. “A messenger has been sent. Lord Palpatine has ridden to court and brought King Kenobi a word of your epic victory. He knows about your remains here in Nairn and sends his best regards.” Then she leaned closer and almost whispered. “He fears your wellbeing, Master. He is frighted to see how much you are willing to sacrifice for him.”

“I…”

“You love him, Master, I know. He is your family. You grew up together as lads in Orkney Island. That is a bond, you share, similar to brothers. This attachment clouds your sense of judgment and your self-preservation instinct. This love, I fear, devours you from the inside.” Ahsoka had started to fidget with her fingers in the middle of her sentence. Then she fished an envelope out of her pocket, the seal still unbroken.

“A messenger brought it for you. You shall read it in the privacy of your chamber, no other eyes than yours shall see its content. A letter from the king and yet not from the king, a message from a lover.”, she paused. “Promise me to care of yourself whatever may be written in it.”

Anakin nodded even though deep down he knew that he could keep no such promise.

.... that's the snippet. Hope you enjoy it!

#Obikin #Obikin au #star wars au #Star wars meets classics #felix's weird thoughts and drabbles #anakin and ahsoka #game of throne-ish?#macbeth #had to get it out of my head #anakin angst #star wars prequels #Anakin as Macbeth #author is a literature student so way too much lit references here #Anakin has issues #Anakin is emotionally vulnerable #macbeth au

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Hey! Could I request a fic where the reader and Bucky like each other and she has to pretend she’s Zemo’s girlfriend for the Madripor mission? Bucky gets jealous and all that jazz and they confess their feelings :)

Madripoor Muse

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | Bucky harbours feelings for you, but despite Sam’s inflatable encouragement, refuses to inform you of them. However, seeing you pretend to be Zemo’s girlfriend whilst on a mission, more so when the criminal knows what strings he is pulling at, happens to infuriate him inevitably.

Warnings | jealousy, violence, references to sex work (there is nothing wrong with it, everyone is free to do what they want or need to do to get by, angst, mentions of death, grief, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, swearing

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“I mean, if he looks like a pimp, then I look like one of his workers.” Sam snorted at your words, as Bucky’s eyes trailed down the skin that was exposed through the small piece of fabric, that in modern days, was considered a dress.

Zemo simply sighed at the pair of you, shaking his head as though the former winter soldier would understand his point. “It’s Madripoor, not an american graduation. You are not going to be clothed in long robes in this place, expression is in the body, and how it is clothed.”

“Or not clothed.” Bucky retorted, frowning at how you shuffled beneath the criminal’s gaze, crossing your arms, which definitely did not help the situation, considering that it did nothing more than make your breasts rise. Admitting defeat, you let them fall, holding them to your sides, outlining your hips, which once more, was not how you wished to be portrayed as you walked through the illuminated air, careful to keep pace in your heels.

“We all have a part to play, winter soldier.” Helmut spoke, his accent causing waves to ripple through the euphoria of lights that lay up ahead. “I am me, you are you, Sam is the Smiling Tiger, and...”

“I’m a hooker?” Once more, Zemo showed disappointment, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned to you. It seemed that tonight, you, a smart and well coordinated avenger, was absolutely adoring testing his patience, but that was his trick.

He was the captive here, forced to help the forsaken superheroes that had prompted him with the idea of escaping from the government’s ensured facility. And it was without a doubt that he would mess with their minds each chance that he got.

“No, think of yourself as more personalised to one person than that y/n. Your as you people say ‘arm candy’.” He used quotations with his fingers, causing you to reach for Sam’s arm to assume the role. “Oh no, not his.” Zemo made a come here motion, making you gulp.

“You’re kidding, right?” Bucky huffed, glaring unimpressed towards the Baron, who only tutted in reply, implying that he indeed was serious. “This is stupid.”

“Stupid would be allowing this hurrah of new age super soldiers to continue their war path, don’t you think James?” Zemo asked condescendingly, holding his arm out for you to grasp onto, so that you would look more than an associate, or a serum induced bodyguard.

“Me posing as your sugar baby is stupid.” You muttered, as you walked, Bucky on look out behind you, as he glared frustratedly at where you and the mass murderer were touching.

Zemo tugged you by the arm for the comment, causing you to roll your eyes at the man that had tried his best and succeeded, at destroying your team; your family. Nevertheless, you followed his stride, well aware of the sharp eyes of the man behind you.

As you entered the club, a spectrum of blue lights illuminated your skin, as you stared around in wander. There was a variety of all didn’t people, born from different virtues, wealths and races all intermingling around in the space.

If Zemo didn’t have a leash on your arm, you’d have stared for a little longer, perhaps even gotten purposely lost in the sea of bodies that flashed with such ambition and prospect. All were designed to suit their surroundings, and you wished that you could fit in that easily too.

But you were lost, roped into this journey by the Falcon, the man that denied Steve’s wishes and passed on the shield to firmer hands, still uncertain of where you were planning on going. What you needed was a fight, a reason to keep roaming upon the earth. If you came up empty, you may have well have taken up Thor’s offer, and accompanied him with his new friends.

The avengers were disbanded, dotted with different services. You’d heard nothing from Wanda, it appeared that her phone had been cut off, leaving you gravely confused, but you understood that she needed time to mourn. But you couldn’t give yourself the same pampering, if you did so, then all purpose of life would slip through your fingers, and you’d be left vulnerable, a hero that willingly fell from their graces.

Finally you reached the bar, with the shadow of the winter soldier hovering over your shoulder, watching as Zemo’s untrustworthy hand trailed along your furthest collarbone, using it as his sway to grab your attention. He set his sights upon his touch, glaring harshly at it.

No one would question the expression that he wore, it was only natural for his reputation to be proceeded with such a dagger like gaze; he was supposed to be playing the killer that he once was after all.

“My lady, what would you like to drink?” Helmut asked, turning your gaze towards his, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forbidding you from even try to look away from his sly eyes.

“White wine will do the trick, my love.” The words felt like spew falling from your mouth, but you withheld the impulse to grimace, instead, flashing him a flirtatious smile, fanning his face with your eyelashes as you were still held to face him.

“Fine choice.” He smirked, nodding towards the bartender, who had just presented the Smiling Tiger imposter with a shot that had the intestines of a snake floating around in its liquid. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Sam hesitated to drink it for a moment, before throwing it down the hatch, treating it as an old trick.

Madripoor, for an island trapped in violence, didn’t appear that bad on the outside. That was, until the shooting began, causing the lot of you to leg it from the citizens targeting their rifled hardware towards you, running with your lives depending on it.

You had temporarily lost Zemo, as you put head your own safety, your pace and spot being just between Sam and Bucky, as the first man’s arms flailed as he insisted that he could not run in the heels that he was wearing. Huh, you’d be running in heels all your life, maybe he shoulda learned how to do so earlier, it came as a great talent.

Gunshots rang out, as a hooded figure unveiled themselves, introducing the older face of a blonde that you had once knew. It had been quite some time since you had last seen her, all having gone your separate ways to evade the law, and its cruel jurisdiction. “Sharon?” Bucky spoke, instantly recognising the woman that had aided them in the past.

Once you were all reintroduced, and met with her annoyance, which was surely understandable, she led you to her property, where you were able to part from the Sokovian, and share your distaste to the man, as well as remove the skimpy dress.

It pooled at your feet as you tossed it from your ankle, leaving you in nothing more than your underwear. As you squinted, searching for some reason that you were continuing with this foolishness of thinking that the world still considered you a hero, an echo of a knock rattled against the door. It was metal upon wood; Bucky.

“Come in.” You spoke, as you tied a spare robe around your waist, watching as the super soldier, who appeared less stoic, and more human stepped into the room, closing the door behind his emerging shadow. “You alright man?”

Bucky’s eyes drifted down for a moment, before they splintered back up towards your face, his jaw physically tensing, the notion well visible. He breathed in a long breath through his nose, as he stepped closer, his brow harsh and lined upon his forehead.

“I didn’t like Zemo putting his filthy hands on you.” He admitted aloud, the words of Sharon, teasing him for pining after someone that he had once thought of as no more than a friend of Steve’s. But now that man was gone, and so was the one that he used to be. Instead, he was left standing on his own feet, having to find balance by himself somehow.

“Neither did I.” You informed him. “It was like he was pulling back the images of his collapsing country, pouring every ounce of pain and hatred upon me, evading my mind with guilt, and the memories of what it all amounted to. None of it had been worth it, living like this. We’re treated like animals, no longer idols or heroes, people under the big thumb that keeps pressing down on us.”

“Well we’re both pressed down, limited to our rules and the outlines they want us to obey.” He nodded, raising his flesh hand to your collarbone, wanting to mark his touch upon it to remove that of Zemo’s. At his action, your breath hitched, but you allowed him to sweep his pads over the flesh, shuffling indefinitely closer so that you were chest to chest.

“We’re dangerous in their eyes. That’s a mindset they have in common with our prisoner out there.” You whispered, frowning from the thought. Two monarchies, one still whilst the other already fallen, served the same opinions, though, only one could continue to take action. Zemo was a Baron, but of what country now?

Like all, his home had been vanquished into smithereens, the foundations collapsing into rubble, the history disappearing with its lands, having thrown its dusty remnants in your face.

“I’m fine with being considered dangerous so long as I’m not alone.” He pinched your chin, tilting your head, this time though, you felt in his grasp. It didn’t belong to that of an enemy, it was one of an ally, a friend. “Tell me I’m not alone y/n.”

“I’m here James.” You stared up at him with focused pools, biting your lip as your mind went haywire over everything. “The Wakandans will come for him, you do realise that, right?” He hummed in reply, briskly bringing his metal hand to toy with the belt of the white wrap around.

“Do you think that you could show me that I’m not alone?” He nervously asked, shuffling his weight from foot to foot, as he awaited a reply. But instead of words, he earned himself the sensation of your lips upon his, collaborating in a touch starved jumble of grunts. “You’re beautiful, like...”

“Like what Barnes?” You prompted, brushing your palms onto his shoulders, easing his tenseness. Expectedly, you watched him through half lidded eyes as you leant up to plant supple kisses upon his neck, sucking his skin into your mouth, as though you were trying to thread it gently with your teeth.

“A muse.” He sighed, thinking for a momentum, before dragging your hair through his vibranium fist, lightly grinning as he heard your breath wither from the sensation. “A beautiful muse, one that reminds me to be better everyday. I want to become someone better for you.”

“You shouldn’t.” You unlatched your mouth from him, frowning lightly at the brunette man. “You should become better for nobody but yourself Buck, each day, it’s about self growth, fixing everything that you have ever been taught so that you can learn to do better next time, so that no one else will die because of your expense.”

Bucky nodded, allowing your words to sink in. His fingers returned to playing with the waist band on your robe, his eyes gazing into your own, as he fiddled with the material. “Can I?”

“Go ahead.” You granted him permission, allowing him to push the coverage from you, his eyes widening at seeing you in nothing more than your underwear. His sight traced every curve and bump and dip that was upon your shape, licking his dry lips to make his gawking less subtle.

“You’re killing me doll.” He leant his head back, as he raked his contrasting fingertips down your shoulders, all the way to the small of your back. You smirked, grasping him through his jeans, earning yourself a moan from the elder man.

“I said it’s all about self growth, didn’t I? It seems that you are taking that in quite a literal sense.” You rubbed him through the denim, finding it unsurprising as the man backed you towards the bed, your knees hitting the end sending you falling onto the mattress.

Bucky crawled his way atop of you, rutting his hips against your own. It had been so long since he had been permitted to be this free, and he knew for sure, this would be a secret that he would not inform any therapist of. This was private, the sentiment making it close to his weathered heart.

His lips returned to your own, as your hands scaled beneath your shirt, lightly tracing the scars. He wasn’t as insecure as he thought he’d be about someone touching them, perhaps it was because many of your own materialised stories were written in your skin, or that you understood what it meant to be a soldier, serving under orders.

It didn’t matter too much, he wasn’t overthinking it. Instead, he was yearning as he grasped at the straps of your bra, trying to pull it over your head, as was done with the dames back in his day, but the effort seemed more difficult. Lightly leaning away from him, you reached around your back, unclamping the contraption before tossing it out of his sight.

He didn’t care to ask what the modern day had done to the garment, he was far too focused on your pert nipples, and how they stood to attention before him. The super soldier reached forwards, running his smooth hands upon the underneath of your breasts, before interacting with the present buds, softly tugging at them with his whimsical fingers.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Released from you as a sign, instantly becoming pleased as Bucky stripped himself from everything but his underwear, leaving a nest of his clothes upon the wooden floor, as he leant his head down, capturing your left nipple within the warmth of his mouth, moaning lightly as your hands weaved through his locks, tugging lightly at the short roots. “Stop teasing Buck.”

He didn’t miss the way your eyes roll from the slowness of motions, and thus, he reached down, and snapped the band of your underwear, the ripping noise audible, as he then pulled his boxers down, revealing his bobbing cock, that was directing its tip towards your entrance.

With a glance down, he lightly drooled at the way your cunt clenched around nothing, quickly swiping his fingers through your slit, as he brought them up to his lips, humming contently at the flavour that graced his tastebuds. “Need to be in you doll.”

“Need you in me soldier.” You taunted back, digging your knuckles into his shoulders as you pressed him against you, pushing your tongue into his mouth, as he suddenly bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment for the pair of you to adjust to the sensations.

He was in you, filling you to the brim, as you tucked your heels into the base of his back, lightly rotating your hips up, as your tongue chased his own, sucking on it as you nipped at the end, causing him to unintentionally jerk his rigid cock into you.

That had prompted him to start moving, screwing his hands into the satin sheets either side of your head, as your bodies succumbed the others to waves of pleasure. It was a luxury, having an outlet to all the stress that your duty brought. If you could just pass the mantle on like Steve had done, and Clint was in the process of doing, you would.

But it was all you had known; the gritty route, that had spanned the entirety of your tale. And Bucky now became a part of it, as he became a part of you, unravelling your vulnerabilities with sleek thrusts into your cunt, and smooth words that had swept you from your feet and had landed you in a bed.

A bed thats structure was creaking from the strength behind the animalistic carnage that you spent on one another. His teeth pulled at your lip, opening your mouth so that you could use him as an oxygen mask. Neither one of you had noticed the door opened, and an unimpressed Sharon standing in the entry way, her agent arms crossed unamused.

She cleared her throat, which made Bucky still inside of you, and you to clutch onto his back, to cover the decency of your chest. “You let me go on the run, then you fuck in my bed. It’s like I’m not allowed to belong anywhere.”

“Sharon-“ she halted your speech by raising a finger, her eyebrows pointedly telling you not to bother trying to speak, as sweat beading down your body. Bucky subtly rolled from atop of you, quickly pulling the sheets over you both, giving Sharon views that she neither wanted nor appreciated.

That was grittiness, she was a hustler, not a once avenger. A part of you wished she would understand that, as much as it would be painful to hear, she hadn’t been the top of anyone’s list. She had disappeared, and from so, she had became unreachable, practically falling off the face of the earth.

But she had been here, in Madripoor, the island of bones and whatever else Zemo had described it to be. “You two fucked in my bed. Okay.” She remained cool headed, her eyes trailing through the various fabrics among her floor. “Thought I’d tell you to get ready, and to blend in, though you two have that part already figured out. There’s some clothes in the wadrobe, and from what I can tell, you’re going to need new underwear.”

She bothered no longer once she had informed you of what she had told the other men. Instead she simply left, only for you to brace your head back into the quality pillows, slumping, and dreading the journey ahead.

Though you seemed restless, Bucky still thought of you as a muse. His hands grasped your chin, leading your lips to his own, as he sucked on your bottom one, his right hand grasping one of your breasts, as he pulled you atop of him, your skin flushed as you steadied your weight over his tough thighs.

“Now this is a dangerous sight.” He clicked his teeth, trailing his large hand down from your jaw, surpassing the middle of your chest, to your hip, which he grasp, as he shuffled you up just a little, so that you were seated upon the base of his cock.

“I can show you dangerous Barnes.” You smirked, adjusting the both of you so you were ready to sink down on his length. Your hands softly stroked his erect shaft, as you tapped his tip upon your pussy, before pushing down, filling yourself up one more.

Madripoor was a bad place, but good things could come out of visiting the skull island. This was the job, though, breaks were prompted, and were you glad that Bucky had became your little bit of calm in the arising trouble in the world.

“Fuck.” He groaned beneath you, his balls clenching as he felt you writhe all the way down to his base, beginning to bounce upon him, the years of training that you had endorsed coming in handy as it had helped your stamina. He was a super soldier after all, you were surely going to need it.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: both non-sexual and sexual pet play, dom!jimin, sub!jk, sub!tae, handjob, yoongi and yn pretending like they don't wanna suck the souls out of each other, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation

A/N: welcome back to my best boys ;;;;-; this chapter is being cross-posted from ao3. in the future i'll try and upload in both places at the same time!

DAY TWENTY-THREE

It’s two blocks of pure ice that wake Taehyung up that Tuesday morning. Before he’s even really coherent, he’s hissing and tucking into a ball away from the cold.

“Puppy, shh, it’s just me.”

Even as those chilled items that Tae can tentatively identify as feet tuck between his bare legs, he goes lax and accepts the body that wraps around his curled back. “Minnie,” he mumbles, and it’s so quiet that the older boy probably doesn’t hear, but his grip tightens anyway. “‘What time ‘s it?”

“Early, I’m sorry.” Jimin’s voice, unlike his thawing toes, blows warm across the back of Taehyung’s neck. “Missed you.”

A sleepy smile of bliss crosses Taehyung’s face for exactly three seconds, at which point he recalls the fact that he didn’t go to sleep alone tonight. Shooting up so quickly that his shoulder catches Jimin’s chin, Taehyung peels his eyes open to see Jungkook, awkwardly hugging a pillow to his chest with his legs crossed.

He bites his lip, avoiding their gazes. “Sorry, I, uh, don’t mean to disturb.”

“Shoot.” Jimin rubs his face blearily. “I didn’t see you there, Jungkookie. I should go-”

“No, no, stay,” Taehyung begs hurriedly, launching himself back onto the mattress and wiggling himself back into the curve of Jimin’s front. “Jungkook, um, you can come cuddle too if you want. I like being middle spoon.”

The youngest gazes back and forth at them, never resting long enough for eye contact. His indecision is palpable, but there’s a pleased glimmer too. “Is that...okay with Jimin-hyung? I don’t wanna intrude.”

Jimin’s voice is soft, his eyes slipping closed as he eases his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck, arms snaking around his torso. “You can be a part of us too, Jungkookie.”

The words are perhaps more intimate than Jimin even realises, and in the vulnerable setting of a bed in the early morning hours, Jungkook’s hard swallow is audible, before he slowly puts the pillow aside and tucks his feet under the covers, slipping down. It’s not until Taehyung’s arm is his headrest and the other one provides a comforting weight low on his hips that he speaks up again. “Do you… do you mean that just for now, or… Or for good?”

“What do you think, Minnie?” Taehyung’s fingertips trace lazily over the bare skin that’s exposed by Jungkook’s shirt riding up. “Can we keep him?”

Jimin hums in affirmation. He’s just about asleep again, but Taehyung can feel his pleased smile against his shoulder. “Of course we can, puppy.”

The repeated nickname causes Taehyung’s heart to twitch just as his dick does. It’s no less endearing and special, but Jungkook is still perfectly awake and right there, and it feels a little confronting.

But Jungkook just chuckles, twisting around in Taehyung’s slack embrace to face him, eyes bright. “If you’re a puppy, what am I?”

Taehyung’s careful not to jostle Jimin. He’s begun snoring, nothing more audible than regular snuffling, but still Tae doesn’t want to disturb that rest. “What do you mean, Jungkookie?”

He scrunches his nose, thinking away. “Well, there’s Minnie and there’s puppy. I want a cute nickname too if I’m gonna be - you know - with you guys.”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung begins haltingly, “Jimin calls me puppy because… God, it feels silly saying it out loud. He calls me puppy because sometimes when we’re together I go into puppyspace. You know; like petplay.”

“That’s not silly,” Jungkook says reflexively, even as his eyes widen and lips part. “What’s it like?”

“Puppyspace?” Taehyung asks. Jungkook nods eagerly, and the motion is transferred through Tae where they connect, making Jimin grunt and bury his nose deeper into the crook of his neck. “It’s so peaceful, Jungkookie. He takes care of me so I don’t have to think. I can nap and cuddle and play, without all of the stresses of life. It feels all warm and cosy, you know? I love it.”

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in wonder, his fingers finding their way to Taehyung’s worn black sleepshirt, fiddling with the hem. “Can I try? How do you… how do you know if you can do it?”

Behind Taehyung, Jimin lets out a half-asleep groan, his nose pressing against the taller one’s back. “Of course you can try. Let’s just sleep for now, though? I’m sure Minnie can play with both of us later.”

It’s that promise that allows Jungkook to settle, nodding with a tentative hum and shifting down so that his head can rest in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung falls back under like this, with a heartbeat thrumming against his back and soft, even breaths tickling his bared shoulder.

“Hobi?”

Hoseok pauses, frothed toothbrush clamped between his teeth. “Mmng?”

“I don’t-” you cut yourself off, clearing your throat to dislodge the thickness that distorts your voice. “Can we not tell them?”

He bends over to quickly spit out the majority of toothpaste, but when he stands upright to face you again there’s a smear on his chin. “Tell them what?”

You blink. “Last night. I just… I don’t want them to- to pity me or treat me like I’m glass or anything. I know it won’t happen again, it was just…” Shrugging hopelessly, you give up on trying to put words to it. “I don’t know.”

The dom remains silent for a few moments, lips pursed in thought. “The chicken must have been bad,” he concludes.

Bewildered, you cock your head to the side. “Huh? What chicken?”

“You and I went out for dinner at this fried chicken place, but when you got home last night it made you sick. That’s why you aren’t quite yourself today. I’ll get Yoongi-hyung to make some hangover soup.” His eyes are warm, pulling you into a comforting one-armed hug. “Just the chicken, that’s all. Yeah?”

You swallow down the swell of gratitude and instead bury yourself into his safe embrace. “Yeah. That’s all.”

To his credit, Yoongi doesn’t ask questions, pushing all his concern into his cooking. The doctor all but feeds you himself, hovering with a furrowed brow and a napkin. Strangely enough, his fussing goes a long way in cheering you up, and you let the events of yesterday wash away with the salty broth.

Hoseok hangs around for a while before going down to do some laundry, Namjoon briefly jumps in to steal a spoonful directly from the pan, eyes never leaving the novel he’s holding open with a single hand. Even Jungkook stumbles in blearily at one point, nose first, requesting an extra two bowls for Jimin and Taehyung as well.

You’re onto your second serving by the time it’s just Yoongi and you. He’s pulled up a chair beside you, cradling a coffee. “I got a text this morning, you know,” he begins gently. “I can ignore it if you’re not up to it.”

It takes you a moment to process his words, recalling Sejin’s instructions the day prior. “It’s your day, then?” He nods silently, scanning you for any reaction. You hum, spoon swirling lazily in the dregs of your breakfast. “I’m up to it,” you answer finally, “if you are.”

“Always,” Yoongi replies immediately, voice bared and soft. His hand passes over yours, squeezing briefly, before he stands up and clears the bowls from the table. “Aspirin is in the pantry if you need it, blue container.”

You give him your thanks, left alone as he disappears upstairs.

Grabbing a glass and pouring yourself some water, you track down the aspirin and take out two tablets, grimacing as the bitterness sticks to your tongue. While you may not actually be sick, a headache was beginning to bloom between your brows.

So much had happened in the past few days, you almost felt like you’d gotten whiplash. The early days of lounging around the house and chasing pleasure seemed so distant. Feelings tangled things up more each day, unraveling quicker than you can get a hold on them.

It wasn’t just you, either. You saw the way the guys looked at each other, how gentle they were, how thoughtful. It was in the little things. Jungkook’s laundry pile started featuring clothes from the other maknaes; Namjoon and Hoseok always sat so close together, even when there was room on the couch; Yoongi had started giving the others bigger portions when he cooked, even as his stayed the same. And Jin…

You startle when a door opens, glass almost slipping from your hands. It’s the unfilmed room across the stairs. You frown as a tall figure slips out, swamped in a massive pink hoodie that you’d never seen in the house before. A sleeve-covered hand reaches up to rub under the hood, dark hair poking out. Your breath catches. Jin…

He moves across the hall gingerly like his body aches, hand never leaving his face as he grumbles sleepily. For a split second, your mind entertains the thought of sprinting past before he sees you, avoiding the conflict that is no doubt upon you.

But only for a split second. Because the only thing worse than being confronted by him is not seeing him at all. You wait, instead, until he rolls his shoulders back, tipping his face to the ceiling to stretch out his spine. The hood falls back, exposing a serious case of bedhead, tired eyes, and sallow skin. But it’s Jin nonetheless, beautiful despite his apparent exhaustion, and your heart breaks again for being the one to cause this.

He notices you when his head comes back down from the stretch, and were you not in such despair you may have cracked a smile at the way he jumps. “Y/n…” he mumbles, voice barely audible.

Your mouth goes dry. Even if it wasn’t you don’t know what to say, simply bracing yourself for anger.

He doesn’t stiffen his features, however, simply watching you with melancholy eyes. “You look sad,” he says weakly.

Your heart is racing a hundred beats a second at just hearing him speak to you, and it takes you that much time just to process his words, eyes pricking sharply. “I am sad,” you reply honestly, blinking the wetness away. “You look tired,” you whisper in return.

His bottom lip trembles, before flattening tightly. Instead of responding verbally, he just nods.

The two of you sit in that silence for a while. Jin’s breathing is ragged, his eyes unfocused as they slip past you. You think you might be sick with the way your stomach flips.

Finally, you can’t stand the silence. “Are you still mad at-” you begin, but your words die in your throat as you’re enveloped tightly by him, clutching you so close that your chest constricts. The tensed breath you didn’t know you were holding rushes out of you with a sob, and your arms fly up to hug him back, just as tightly.

There’s nothing more than just a simple hug, but your heart is still full, almost overwhelmed by the cathartic relief of having him close to you again, his chin resting on the crown of your head, his hands rubbing circles on your back, the gentle sway as he rocks you in the hold.

It lasts for an eternity too short, and when he pulls away you feel untethered, already pining for that contact again.

His eyes are swimming, though you see the way he tightens his jaw to hold it back. “I’m devastated,” he admits, “but I miss you too much to ice you out like this. I need time but god, I don’t want space. Can you give me time?”

You’re nodding hastily, sniffing as your nose threatens to run. “Of course, Jin. I’ll be here. I… I think I-”

“Don’t-” he interrupts sharply, sucking in a shaky breath. “Don’t let now be the first time we say it. Later,” he promises.

We. Your skin breaks out in goosebumps, electricity thrumming along your nerves. You let that word settle you, repeating it in your head as Jin sends you a sad smile - but a smile nonetheless - and takes his leave, disappearing upstairs.

You decide to take a bath, in the end, letting yourself soak in the thought of “we” a little longer.

“So, what, we start barking? Chew on some sticks?”

Taehyung colours violently and Jimin sends Jungkook a sharp glare in rebuke. “Say less,” he scolds the youngest, before reaching up to run his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, breaking up the curls. “We just ease into it. Taehyung doesn’t use it for humiliation or anything like that, he just likes being taken care of. Isn’t that right, pup?”

Taehyung hums, eyes already fluttering as he leans his head into Jimin’s palm. The three of them had migrated onto Taehyung’s now-made bed after their breakfast after Jungkook once again mentioned wanting to try petplay.

Significantly larger than Jimin, Taehyung has to awkwardly shuffle down the mattress further to rest his head in Jimin’s lap, but Jungkook can immediately see the lines of stress that melt away once he does so. Jimin smooths his hand down to cup the younger’s chin, delicately stroking the soft flesh as if he were patting a sleepy dog.

“You’ll just watch for now,” Jimin instructs Jungkook without removing his gaze from Taehyung, “and if it feels right, you can join in. There are no expectations and no rules, only to respect the process and don’t disrupt Tae’s petspace. Got it?”

Jungkook swallows as Jimin chooses that point to lift his steeled gaze, brows high as he waits for Jungkook to agree. “Got it,” the youngest confirms. He gets comfy, tucking his feet under him and leaning up against the pillows.

“Such a lucky boy,” the dom begins with his voice like melted sugar. “Dogs aren’t meant to be up on the furniture. But you’ve been good lately, so I thought I’d treat you.”

Taehyung’s eyes flutter closed. He shuffles slightly, stretching one leg out until his ankle dangles off the edge of the mattress, but doesn’t audibly respond.

Jimin chuckles fondly through his nose, hand running down to rub up and down Taehyung’s clothed tummy, which is now facing upwards. “Oh, pup,” he coos, “you must be tired after the big walk. How about we rest for a bit, and we can play later?” Instead of waiting for a response, the dom just gasps like he’s forgotten something important. “Oh! Your collar! I must’ve taken it off when I took off the leash. Never mind; Jungkook, dear, could you get me the brush and collar out of the bedside table? Bottom drawer.”

It feels like the very particles in the air shift when Jungkook is ripped away from the observer role and into an active participant. He swallows away the dryness in his throat to little avail and nods, fumbling with the drawer handle and pulling out a barely-used hairbrush and velvet dog collar. “These?” he asks redundantly, nerves settling when Jimin gives him a pleased smile and holds out his hand.

“Alright, little puppy,” Jimin announces, his voice lilting easily back into the candyfloss tone that all owners used with their pets. “Let’s give you a brush before we put your collar back on. I don’t want your coat getting matted.”

Taehyung gives a small, throaty hum and lifts himself laboriously up onto his elbows, tipping his head up to his master. Jimin pats his cheek warmly and calls him a good boy, and Jungkook gets a front row seat to the beautiful sight of a sleepy, lusty Kim Taehyung going pink in the face, a shy smile twitching his lip.

‘Brushing his coat’ is just brushing his hair, but even Jungkook can see that the technique is slightly different. Jimin does it slowly, methodically, line by line from the front to the back, then reaching around to the nape of his neck to give it a good brushing there - Taehyung all but shivers at each swoop of the brush - even folding down each ear when he goes past. Watching it is nothing short of mesmerising, and Jungkook feels his spine tingle, wanting to feel it too.

Was it too soon to join? He could always ask for the brush later, he decided. Though even as he reached that conclusion, the thought was slipping out of his mind sand through fingers, hazier and hazier the more he listened to Jimin’s lull tone and watched his patient movements.

“There we go,” the dom whispers, passing the brush over one last time to settle all the curls in their rightful place, “much better now. Chin up, pup; time for your collar.”

Taehyung’s chin lifts the minutest of degrees. Jimin waits for a moment, but the brown-haired boy looks almost like he’s falling asleep on the spot, swaying slightly as his elbows prop him up.

“Silly me,” Jimin tuts with a smile, reaching out to manually adjust Taehyung how he wants him. “Doggies can’t understand human words, can they?” Like a proud parent, he turns to Jungkook, grin widening as he sees the state the boy is in. “I am trying to teach Tae-tae some commands. Sit, lie down, wait. Suck. He’s getting better.”

With that, the dom grabs the collar off the duvet and fiddles with the buckle, undoing it so that he can wrap it carefully around Taehyung’s neck. The process reminds Jungkook much of what happened when his parents put a collar on his childhood dog: slipping a finger under the material to test how snug it was, shifting it around until the small dangling pendant was to the front, giving it a little tug to ensure the buckle was on right.

At the gentle tug, Taehyung practically topples, going lax with his face down on Jimin’s thigh and snuggling down, breaths even. Jimin doesn’t comment on it, simply humming in acknowledgement and returning to softly stroking his back and shoulders. But he does glance over to Jungkook again, eyes glinting. “Do you wanna come a little closer, hm?”

At the invitation, Jungkook almost trips himself scooting over, wrapping his arms around one of Jimin’s and holding it to his chest. Seeing the tender moment shared between Taehyung and Jimin had made him feel positively touch-starved, desperate to feel some of that sweet attention.

Jimin’s eyes widen in bemusement before twisting his hand in Jungkook’s grip and giving his stomach a little scratch. “Goodness me, little energizer bunny, huh?”

Jungkook whines, recognising that higher-pitched voice. He was being talked to like a pet, and the thought made his insides hot. He presses his face against Jimin’s shoulder, feeling the heat on his skin there too.

“No need to get all shy on me now, bun,” Jimin teases. “I’ve already seen that little friend in your pants. Well, I suppose he’s not that little.”

Jungkook tightens his arms around Jimin’s one, wanting to rock his hips up to feel some friction. He just squirms instead, hoping his need is answered. “Jimin-hyung.”

Jimin sucks in a breath. “Can this bunny speak, hm?”

Jungkook blinks, the furnace inside him cooling for a moment. “Am I not… supposed to?”

“I’m not telling you off, I’m asking,” Jimin explains softly, cocking his head down at the potentially-sleeping Taehyung in his lap. “Tae-tae likes to be non-verbal. It’s just preference. Would you rather keep speaking?”

After a moment of thought, Jungkook nods, then props his chin up, sending Jimin his best puppy eyes. “Minnie, I need you,” he pleads in a small voice, writhing against him again.

Jungkook’s fingers curl when Jimin’s hand dips lower suddenly, grasping his length from over the fabric of his sleep shorts. The pleasure is like a bolt that shocks his whole body, and when Jimin strokes him once, the texture of the fabric increasing the friction, the guttural sound that falls from his lips is more animal than human.

Jimin just smiles placidly, patting the throbbing heat once. “Does it hurt, bun? Want me to make it go away?”

“Y-yeah.” Jungkook’s breath is shallow with excitement. This feels like new territory, relying fully on Jimin to relieve the ache, too helpless, too stupid to do anything about it himself, just a dumb bunny with a generous owner.

“You’re drooling, bun,” Jimin points out, voice raspy with arousal. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Jungkook feels fingers at the elastic band of his shorts before Jimin withdraws. He whines, a pout threatening to form, but the dom just runs his fingers and palm over Jungkook’s mouth and chin. Then, when his hand delves in and grips Jungkook, he’s slick with Jungkook’s own drool, the slide wet and hot and electric.

He moans, but saliva won’t stop gathering in the hollows of his mouth. It’s like it’s impossible to close it at all, every firm, purposeful stroke making it harder to do that basic function.

“Noisy boy,” Jimin scolds, though there’s no venom to his tone. “You might wake the puppy up, bun.”

With a strangled groan, Jungkook’s head flops down, his teeth banging against Jimin’s shoulder. A thought floats across his dazed mind, of pressing his teeth into skin, lovebites to colour the bronze.

But his teeth don’t sink into flesh. Fabric fills his mouth. Jimin’s shirt. His teeth don’t stop, though. On the contrary, he chews on the cotton, letting it muffle the sounds he can’t help but make.

“Oh, good boy,” Jimin praises warmly, his hand speeding up mercilessly to pitch Jungkook over the edge. There’s no foreplay, no kisses or teasing touches. His hard cock is a problem that his master is kind enough to solve, that Minnie-hyung is making go away, and he won’t stop until his bunny has finally-

When Jungkook comes, his whole body feels it like an earthquake. Every muscle jerks, pulses so that his toes curl and his core trembles, the drool soaking the fabric of Jimin’s shirt now until he feels it run down his own neck, blubbering through the waves of it.

Jimin slows down after the first burst of cum, but doesn’t stop, only tightening his grip like he’s milking every last drop out.

Once the tides of pleasure have dipped back down again, Jungkook goes boneless, whimpering until the hand finally leaves his softening, oversensitive cock.

He’s panting, all of his body weight on Jimin to stay upright, and it takes a few moments for his senses to properly return to him, his heart still beating erratically in his chest. “Oh, fuck.”

Jimin giggles elfishly, before reaching up to tap on Jungkook’s bottom lip with wet fingers. “You made such a mess, little bunny. Clean it up, now.”

Jungkook welcomes the digits, blinking blearily as the bitter tang of his own cum fills his mouth. He sucks Jimin’s fingers clean two at a time, swirling his tongue between them dutifully. It isn’t until he’s done and Jimin is praising him that he restores enough energy to sit up again.

Across from him, Jimin peels the soaking wet sleeve of his shirt off his shoulder, laughing softly in good humour even as his brows furrow at the weird feeling. Before Jungkook can offer up an apology, Jimin is stripping it off entirely, chucking it away and rubbing at his now-bared chest. “Much better,” he muses to himself. After a moment of letting Jungkook clear his head, Jimin turns to him, his dry hand returning to lazily card through Taehyung’s curls. “How was it, Jungkook?”

“Uh,” Jungkook replies eloquently, feeling the way his cock still throbs every few seconds in aftershocks. “Uh.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jimin states proudly, before sending Jungkook a serious gaze. “We’ll talk later, yeah? When your dick isn’t hanging out.”

Jungkook flushes, scrambles to tuck himself away, and the movement jostles the bed enough that Taehyung groans, craning his neck up with bleary eyes and rumpled hair.

The two sitting on the bed go silent. Jimin cocks his head to the side and cups Taehyung’s cheek. “Were you- Tae-tae, did you just have a nap in the middle of the scene?”

Taehyung beams sleepily, eyes still lidded. “Mm.”

“Tae! Are you out of petspace now?”

“Think so.” With a dramatically loud cry, Taehyung reaches an arm up into a deep, arching stretch, rubbing at his eyes once he’s done. “Mm, yeah, definitely. My foot has kinda gone dead too.”

As Taehyung sits up to rub at his foot, pressing his thumbs into the muscle, Jimin’s shoulders sink with a deep pout. “Tae-tae,” he whines again, “you know I like playing with puppy.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung replies easily, though it doesn’t sound like he is in the slightest, “I guess I just wanted to destress more than anything. I didn’t sleep so well last night.”

Jimin’s face softens, his complaints dissolved at Taehyung’s words. Without a verbal reply, he just reaches out, hooks his finger on the neckline of Taehyung’s shirt, and pulls him in for a kiss, humming into it slightly.

The movements, the touches are so natural and intimate that Jungkook feels like he’s intruding. It only lasts a moment before they break apart to go shower, but it’s enough time to sear the sight behind Jungkook’s eyelids. Maybe he’d been allowed to join them in their scenes, even cuddle with them, but he wasn’t a part of that bond that tied Jimin and Taehyung so strongly together. The thought sinks in his stomach, and he decides to skip the shower, getting dressed instead for a long workout downstairs.

When you knock on his door, Yoongi is at his desk, a pair of black-framed reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He glances up, an eyebrow lifting in mild surprise.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You muffle a smile at his domestic getup - a grey t-shirt hangs off, far too big for him but outlining his chest and strong shoulders nonetheless, and his long black sweatpants all but cover his bare feet, toes tapping the carpet unconsciously as he waits for your reply. “I’ve been informed that today is your day.”

“Ah, checking in to the Fuck Hotel, I see,” he quips casually, slipping his glasses of and shutting the lid of the laptop he was working on. “We do have one vacancy.”

“Is that so?” you say, unable to stop your grin as he stands up from his office chair and rolls his head back like an athlete warming up.

“Comes with a continental breakfast,” he assures, before ducking his head with a sheepish chuckle. “God, hyung is becoming a bad influence on my sense of humour.” With slightly pink cheeks, he stretches out a hand towards you, before jerking it back and freezing, fingers curled and tensed. “Wait. Shit.”

You frown, glancing down at yourself, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. “What is it?”

“Hm. I just remembered my prompt, is all.” He takes a step back with a thoughtful furrow of his brows, clenching his hands into fists and putting them behind himself. “Dammit, I was meant to think of a game plan but I got distracted sorting out- uh- client emails.”

“Was this a bad time?” you ask with a light laugh, even as you cast a guilty glance towards the laptop. A month in and he was still doing work?

“No! No, it’s fine, it’s just…” Wincing, Yoongi scratches at the back of his neck and takes another step back, gesturing down at himself, and at the messy work desk. “I’m not in sexy mode yet. I look like a stay-at-home dad trying to work out how to order groceries online while my toddler is finally having her 2pm nap.”

You pause before an incredulous laugh bubbles out of your throat. “Okay, first of all, I think stay-at-home dads are very sexy, and I happen to think that you are very sexy. Secondly, ‘her?’ Why was that whole analogy so specific?”

Yoongi huffs defensively, petulantly throwing himself down to sit on the bed with his legs splayed wide. “I used to have a life plan, okay? But that’s not relevant now. The point is, I haven’t worked out how to do a good scene. I don’t want to it to be disappointing. Or, god forbid, boring.”

Your frown just deepens. “It doesn’t need to be an elaborate setup, Yoongi. Just fuck me. Touch me, at least. I can’t believe we’re still both wearing all our clothes when I’ve been very explicit about my intentions.”

You don’t miss the wince that flutters across his face. “That’s kinda the issue. Touching you, I mean.”

“You don’t wanna touch me?”

“I-” Yoongi all but stomps his foot, teeth clenching in frustration. “Of course I fucking want to, but I have to stick to my prompt, Y/n.”

Your mouth drops open. “So your prompt is that we can’t even touch each other? Doesn’t exactly sound very appealing for a porn show.”

He clicks his tongue. “You can still touch me,” he corrects with a dry gaze.

Unconvinced, you narrow your eyes. “Isn’t that convenient?” you question rhetorically. “Gonna make me do all the work this week because you haven’t organised it in your planner yet, Doctor Min?”

He glares at your teasing tone. “Excuse me for trying to play the game properly.” You swallow as his eyes run down your body heavily, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. “If I could touch you, trust me, I’d have you dripping by now.”

Your thighs tighten, but you force them not to move. The last thing you want him to know is that you’re just about dripping already. “Sounds to me like you’re just lazy.” He doesn’t react, watching you make up your mind. You suck in a breath to hype yourself. “If I walk away right now, you’ll get nothing. Not only will you lose your prompt, but you’ll be stuck with blue balls. But if you give in and fuck me already, then you’ll only lose the prompt.”

“Who says I’ll even have blue balls? I’m perfectly comfortable,” he fires back immediately, tipping his head to the side cockily.

“Oh, please,” you drawl, letting your eyes fall to the sizeable bulge beneath his sweatpants, “you aren’t that big soft. Don’t kid yourself. So do you wanna get off, or not?”

His gaze hardens to stone, jaw flexing. “I’m surprised you think I need you for that. Aside from the fact that there are six other people in this house, I brought a fleshlight from home for a reason.”

Now that is something you hadn’t expected him to say. You freeze from your spot in the doorway, feeling heat pulse between your legs. Your spark of resistance is quickly fading, overtaken by need, so you don’t hesitate in firing back while you can. “If you think your fleshlight is better than me, then that’s your loss. Enjoy the bunkbeds; I’m off to do what you’re too cowardly to.”

“Have fun, sweetheart,” he snips, one of his hands sneaking under his shirt to rub his lower abdomen, fingers slipping below the hem of his sweats. “Shut the door on your way out.”

Feeling like you’ve lost the argument (and a little too horny to care) you have your final say by slamming it, thumping your feet with every step down the hall to your room.

Once inside, it takes mere seconds to throw yourself onto your bed back-first and shove your hand down your pants. But then, before you even dip into your wetness, a thought strikes you.

Pulling your hand out and making your way to your desk, you use your other hand to clumsily type in your password, and open a browser. It doesn’t take long to navigate to the page with all the paid streams for your own show, and with a slight flush you select Yoongi’s bedroom, impatiently punching in your credit card details.

After an agonising wait, the payment is processed and you’re brought to a private livestreaming site, a single window open in front of you.

The angle itself is strange, making Yoongi’s room look larger than it was, but you’re surprised at just how high quality the video and sound is once you bring it to full screen and slip your headphones in your ears. Yoongi is hunched over his nightstand, and you can actually hear the wooden slide faintly in the background as he opens and closes a drawer, returning to his office chair with a seemingly-transparent fleshlight and a bottle of lube.

Something about watching him through a camera in the corner of his room feels so wrong, especially as he palms impatiently at the tent in his pants, uncapping the lube and pouring a generous amount into the opening of the toy. You’d never been much of a voyeur - or, at least, so you thought - but you couldn’t take your eyes off him, blinding slipping your hands down your pants but over your underwear, simply pressing down on your clit to ease some of the crying need.

Oddly, the lube pours down and begins to drip out the other side, creating a dark patch on his clothed thigh. The audio picks up Yoongi cursing, and there’s no further preamble before he’s using one hand to hook down his sweatpants and kick them off to pool on the floor. The motion causes his cock to jerk up onto his stomach, leaving a smear of precum on his grey shirt, visible only by a few pixels of darker grey.

He scoots a little down the seat of the chair and hitches a leg up over one of the arms, eyes slipping closed as the hand not holding the dripping fleshlight grips his own cock, thumb pressing at the head.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans lowly, the sound running through your headphones and straight down between your legs. His brows are furrowed like it’s almost paining him, but he hovers the opening of the fleshlight over his tip as if he’s trying to hold back.

Slowly, he lowers the toy down one inch at a time, until the lube is drooling over his cock. Finally, the transparent toy slips down over his cock and his hips jump off the chair, his knuckles white on the arm of the chair and the fleshlight as he growls and lifts it back off again.

The sight of him intentionally teasing himself is too erotic for you to stay unmoving, and you find yourself burning up, losing the headphones for a moment to shuffle out of your own clothes. You hurry as much as you can, grimacing at your sopping panties, but by the time you’re back in your chair with nothing but a bra and tuning back into the stream, Yoongi’s not even focused on his toy anymore.

It sits propped up on his thigh, with two of his fingers lazily, almost absentmindedly thrusting deeply inside of it to keep it steady as the rest of him swivels in his chair to open his laptop again.

You frown and squint at the tiny screen on the stream. Rows of fuzzy squares stack up, and while you can’t be certain the phallic shapes of some of the miniscule images inside them make you think he was on a sex toy website.

He quickly opens a new tab, however, and your heart begins to beat nervously as a familiar page comes up. One you’d been on just earlier.

With bated breath you wait, hands grasping at the meat of your thighs and clothed breast to hold off on touching between your legs just yet. Yoongi navigates the Bangasm page, going through the same payment process you did.

It isn’t until you’re met with a miniature version of your own room on his screen that you realise what’s happened. And it’s when Yoongi squints and leans in closer, before turning to face the camera directly with a bewildered look, that you know you’ve been caught.

Frozen, you watch the on-screen, Yoongi look back and forth twice, before slowly scooting his chair back on an angle to the table, so that the laptop is in eyeshot even as his body is facing the camera fully.

Your mouth is dry, but the fleshlight he picks up again is wet, so wet that his fingers glisten, almost slipping off the toy entirely. He holds it tightly, transferring it to his dominant hand and teasing the top over his tip, biting hard on his lip.

The squeeze you have on your thigh is almost painful as your core burns, but you’re too stunned still to move, watching him dance the opening of the fleshlight over his cock, never dipping it inside.

With a twitching grin and lusty eyes, he glances towards the laptop. Your whole body feels hot as you glance over your shoulder to the camera in your room, before looking back at the screen. He’s not moving, chest visibly heaving even as he stares patiently at the computer screen.

He’s… waiting for you.

With one strangled breath, you tilt your chair away from the desk, adjusting your own laptop in a similar setup to him. Eyes locked on the stream, terrified you’ll miss a single moment of him indulging himself, you let your fingers uncurl from your inner thigh and trail them down, wasting no time in automatically locating your clit, massaging around the small bud.

Pleasure flows through you like hot water, down to your toes. After holding out for so long, after being so aroused for so long, the simplest touch has your knees weak and your head lolled back against the headrest.

On screen, Yoongi’s grin widens, and he rewards you by lowering the fleshlight, the clear silicone making way for the tip of his cock. He doesn’t stop there like last time, though; instead, he slowly but surely plunges it all the way down until it’s flush with his pelvis. Your eyes fly open when the flushed head pops out the other side, and Yoongi clearly enjoys it too judging by the way he curses and grips it tight, practically panting.

Without really intending, your fingers dip down and slip inside, two already. You barely feel a stretch with how wet you are. Although the feeling of something inside you is nice, you know your fingers just aren’t enough, especially with the angle of you slumped back in your chair.

So, you chance one look back at the screen - Yoongi is using the tip of one finger to spread his precum around the glossed tip of his cock, but his eyes are firmly locked onto you - and walk on shaky legs to your closet, where an unassuming (and so far unused) black silk bag lies amongst your shoes.

The amount of time it takes for you to duck into the bathroom and quickly wash the silicone vibrator you have with soapy water feels like an eternity, and by the time you hurry back it isn’t the toy that’s vibrating.

Frowning, you hesitantly answer the call that’s coming through on your phone from a familiar contact.

Yoongi’s voice immediately fills the room as the pixelated version on the screen rests his phone on the side of his desk, not jerking but twisting the fleshlight in slow arcs around his cock. “Couldn’t get enough of me, hm?”

“Says the one calling me,” you offer back lightly, switching onto speaker mode so that you can settle back in your chair, “enjoying the view?”

“A little too uneventful for me yet, sweetheart,” he teases, and his breathy groan is timed with the Yoongi on the stream lifting the fleshlight up a little and plunging it down again. “How about you put that toy in your pretty little pussy for me. For us.”

You feel your core pulse at the reminder that it wasn’t just Yoongi on the stream. Any number of anonymous strangers could be tuned in right now, seeing you with your legs spread.

The only way to cope is to lean into it instead of shying away. You slide the black silicone toy through your folds to slick it up, sighing with every light pass over your clit. Once it’s as wet as you are, you press the slightly bulbous tip down until it slips inside you, immediately shivering at the feeling.

The toy is small enough that you don’t need any special prep, yet big enough that it was satisfying, and curved just right. It had been your old reliable long before coming on the show, and there’s something strangely familiar and comforting about feeling it fill you out as you push it in deeper.

“Fuck, there we go,” Yoongi praises, and you hear the wet smacking noise of him snapping his hips up into the toy. “I may not be able to touch you, but you’ll still call my name when you cum for me.”

Your toes curl, and you’re no longer able to focus on the stream, letting your eyes fall shut and your ears tune in to his voice alone as you work the toy in and out of you.

He doesn’t waste any time in joining you, and the resulting sounds that fill your room are obscene, him making no effort to muffle the gravelled curses and moans, nor the wet thwack of silicone that gives away his movements.

The noise is somehow even more thrilling than the sight, and the feeling of his eyes on you encourages you to speed your hand up, even reaching down to desperately rub at your clit with the flat of your fingers, shivering at the wave of pleasure that wracks through your body.

It’s not long before you hear Yoongi’s voice turn guttural and the pace of the flesh light pick up frantically.

You wrench your eyes open and gaze blearily at the computer screen just in time to watch the stream of white that spills up through the back end of the fleshlight and over Yoongi’s knuckles. As hot as the image is, you whine at being made to watch this through the pixels instead of in real life, and the thought of being right fucking across from him as he fell apart is enough to make you seize up in your chair, orgasm draining you thoroughly, with not enough force to squirt but dripping on the seat nonetheless.

You take the toy out once pleasure turns to the sharp tweak of oversensitivity and pant, fighting to catch your breath as your feet feel positively numb.

Coming down from your high, you almost forget the running phone call until you hear his voice come through the speaker again. “Have a shower and then come back down to my room. You’re sleeping with me tonight.”

The beeping tone leaves you alone in your room, and you loll your head back over the edge of the chair with an exhausted moan, not without a grin playing on your lips. You wouldn’t protest to that.

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ateezinmymind · 3 years

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Pretty in pink

San x reader

smut

warning: fem! reader, spit/spitting, cum eating, oral (both male and female receiving), fingering, foul language, marking, spanking/pussy slapping(once)

“Well aren’t you looking gorgeous as ever-“ San smoothly says to the backside of your bent over body picking up a pair of socks off the floor.

Immediately blushing from the exposing stance you’re in, turning your head to see the male eyeing the bare skin from your shifted up pink skirt. “O-oh.. hi sannie— I didn’t hear you walk in” quickly standing straight up and fiddling with the clothing you grabbed, “I w-was just going to pick up a bit” you say embarrassed.

“I think you can wait y/n baby... I’m needing some help with something..” curiosity filled your once shy mindset, as you toss the socks into the laundry bin. “Oh yeah? What’s up?” making his way towards you, San flashes a cheeky grin leaning toward your face. Staring into the eyes of his princess, he goes beside your ear and whispers teasingly “quickly now, in the kitchen-“ backing away from your frame giving a light tug to your skirt.

nodding in agreement you set yourself for the kitchen walking with San behind, getting a show of your legs shifting in your movement. And as he keeps trailing down to the bareness of your lower half, he can’t help but feel himself grow hotter.

“So what here, do you need help with?” you look around for something out of place, but get left with nothing. “Y/n.” Turning around to see San holding a bouquet of various pink flowers, blushing slightly.. making you melt at the sight. “Sannie!! What is that for??!” you can’t help but smile hugely with great love for your amazingly sweet boy..as he soothingly says “I just needed to have a reminder for you that I love and am so thankful for my pretty baby~” now you’re the one blushing hard, hiding your face in your hands you make your way forward to the male. Taking the flowers from his hold, giving them a sniff, then setting them on the counter satisfied. You pull him in a kiss, sliding your hands through his colored hair, tugging lightly while deepening your mouth to his.

When San gives out a low grunt with your actions, separating yourself, you apologize. “Sorry~ I’m just extremely flattered” and as if he couldn’t fall even more in love with you before, he was whipped. Panting for air, San licks his lips trying to savor your addicting flavor. “Y/n there is actually something you can help me with...this time in the bedroom..” he quietly gives out making you bite your bottom lip, eyes fall to his glistening mouth. San snapping you out of your daze when you’ve realized he had placed your hand on his growing bulge.

Going wide eyed.. mouth watering, panties dampening, you immediately get on his track. “Yes..I think I know how to help you..” the grip on your hand harshening as you give his length a tight squeeze.

Not satisfied with your efforts in pleasing him, San growls lowly, tugging you along while he hurries to the room. “Fuck y/n...” barging through the door, he pushes you to the bed making your top half fall over onto the mattress leaving your skirt covered ass in the air. Hearing San groaning from such a position, he’s quick to make himself lift the clothing up, bunching it out of the way. Sliding his hands along your butt, he gives you an aggressive spank, watching as your hips rut down into the air, yearning for sweet friction.

“Ngh-ahh San-“ the stinging pain left from the slap electrocutes arousal to flood your veins and body. Softly squeezing your flesh in his hand, rubbing—soothing away the pain, San lands another on the other cheek. This time causing you to moan out, you turn your head back to plead into his eyes. “P-Please...” blushing deeply, you stick your ass up to press against his hard dick. “What are you wanting princess?” he voices out deeply, grinding himself into you.

“I w-want you...” dropping your head down you plead further, wiggling your hips along “I want y-you bad” whining does it’s job in earning another smack on your ass, feeling yourself grow needier by the second.

“Okay then, pretty baby let’s play” ripping down your embarrassingly soaked through panties, San drops to one knee, blowing onto your glistening pussy. Gasping out, you immediately lift a leg to rest next to your body on the bed.

Grabbing ahold of your thighs, spreading the view further to see your pretty pussy he slips his tongue out of his mouth. Just letting his saliva build up, then pressing hard to your clit, tongue flat against you, adding more wetness to your already soaked sex. Fisting the blanket, you moan from the feeling, rutting down onto him in need. “Y-yesss.. nghh”

Lapping at your slit and flicking your clit, mixing his spit with your slick, San pulls away from his treat with a string of spit connecting his lips to your lower ones. “You like that y/n?” hearing you whimper out, he slides his hands to your inner thighs lightly slapping your flesh continuously. “You like it when we get to play?” immediately you nod, and hum out in approval.

sliding his hand up, San cups your heat with force as he gives a suck to your inner thigh’s soft flesh. Grinding your hips down into his palm, you bring your own hand to place on top his. “sannie— please...” meekly crying out, “please I want them i-inside” once saying that, you hear the male your exposed to, scoff out in a satisfactory adoration, you were making him go crazy, causing his own hips to yearn into the air with need

Slipping two fingers into your heat, pumping in and out making squelching sounds —that fill the room, along with yours and Sans heavy breathing and lewd notions. Clenching around his fingers, he bucks into the air again. “You’re sucking my fingers in., f-fuck” your arousal mixed with his spit was the perfect lubricant for his driving digits.

Gliding along your velvety walls deliciously, San gives your outer thigh a slap. Whining softly, your sounds being muffled by the bed sheets you’ve melted into causing San to quickly slip out of your heat, which earns a displeased cry out of you—to push your other leg up on the bed and flip you onto your back. The view of your bunched up pink skirt along your waist, your shirt barely covering your breasts and the shimmering gloss of your vulnerable pussy makes more blood rush to his cock. “Sannie~?” your meek voice snaps San from his daze. Wiggling your hips you mewl out in need, putting a pout to your lips.

“You wanna be filled up~? You want my fingers in you?” he lowly hums out, pushing you up further up the bed, crawling over your frame. “Is that what you want?” immediately nodding your head, you look into his hooded eyes pleadingly. Smacking your inner thigh, San growls as you let out a yelp. “Words, come on y/n ..be a good girl and beg for it~” he states clearly with another slap.

“p-please..San, please fill my pussy up with your fingers~ I need them... I need you to fuck me~” you whine out loud, shuttering from the stinging sensation on your thighs, and the clenching of your heat. Sucking in a sharp breath as San releases a low moan, landing a slap to your sex. Jolting your hips from the sharp pained force, the following sensation making you wail. Grabbing your face with his hand still covered with your slick, keeping your jaw ajar, San leans in and spits straight into your mouth. And as he watches you swallow, he’s clearly taken aback hearing you pant out heavily, sticking your tongue out. Eagerly watching your drool pool and fall to the end of your wet muscle, your saliva dripping out as you stare lustfully into his eyes. Making San immediately slide into your cavern, sucking on your tongue, swallowing your taste frantically.

“Such a dirty girl~ so messy for me” he states while making his way down your body again. Dragging his hands along your beautiful chest, kneading your breasts together disheveling your top over your mounds he slightly toys with your nipples, causing lewd whines to fall out of your mouth. Then, going down to your waist, squeezing your hips gently he gives another blow to your sopping sex.

The cool air jolting your hips up, San purrs seeing your reaction. Trailing his fingers down to your heat, he keeps his eyes on you as he quickly licks a strip from your entrance to your clit. Watching how your face contorts into pleasure, letting out a little moan he then inserts two fingers while keeping his tongue flat against your sensitive bud. “A-ah!! Mmh~” mewling out in satisfaction, San pumps faster.

The way his fingers skillfully rub against your walls, hitting the bundle of nerves every thrust sends you into pure bliss. The way he laps at your heat, the sounds of slurping, the feeling of his spit drenching you more, you moan out and desperately clench around his digits. “San—t-that’s it...yesss faster”practically crying out, you feel your orgasm build embarrassingly fast. Hearing your pleads, San moans into your sex, adding another finger to delicately hit and rub your sweet spot, quickening his pace.

His cock straining in his pants, in need of release and to be touched. San slips his free hand into his underwear, gripping himself tight as he thrusts you closer to your high. Slipping off your clit, lips glossy, digits being sucked in tight, he gives a bite to your inner thigh. “Is my pretty princess gonna fall apart on my fingers~?”

Spasming around him, the knot in your stomach starts to come undone. “Yes! Please! Ngh-a-ah~!” crying out for permission from your lover he darkly chuckles, “fine by me baby~”

And with that, he has you cumming. Giving out an erotic moan, throwing your head back—you spill your juices all over his working fingers.

“There we go, such a pretty sight~ fuck-“ sliding his hand around his shaft, San rides your high down gloriously. Slipping out of your drenched pussy, he sucks his fingers clean of your essence as he continuously works his length. “You taste so sweet” leaning back in again he goes to savor every last drop of your slick.

You pant out heavily, feeling yourself starting to rejuvenate back from your hazy mind as San pulls away from his treat. You look down to eye the male who now stands, hand ferociously pumping his leaking cock from the confidence of his pants. Closing your sore some legs, you lift yourself upright from your back, to sit on the edge of the bed facing Sans raging hard on.

“You wanna help me princess?” he essentially whines out, achieving you to get rid of his clothing. Lifting his black long sleeve over his head, you look over his features.. his vibrant pink hair sticking to his forehead from his light sweat, you trail your eyes down his torso. The way his divinely sculpted abs glisten slightly with the light coat of perspiration, sends you to rub your hands over in fascination. Pressing your lips above his navel, prodding your tongue against his flesh, San takes care of getting rid of his bottoms. Pressing hot open mouth kisses along his muscles, lowering ever so close to his great erection. His hips shutter in the slightest, cock twitching, San moans desperately and full of desire.

“Shit—y/n” lowly gritting out, grabbing your hair San pulls you in front of his biggest problem. “Get to work—I let you cum, now do me—U-uH“ choking out, feeling you latch onto his tip—the hold on your hair tightens forcing you down further. Clearly not in the mood for teasing, San bucks into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat so pleasantly. Your moans muffle around him, adding vibrations into his already blissful pleasure.

Bobbing up and down on his length, coating it with your drool, the sensations of your lips wrapped, your tongue rubbing along and the contractions of your throat on San sends him into a whining fit. “You love having my dick fill your mouth huh?—ngh~ you’re such a greedy cockslut” heavily groaning out, his shaft throbbing, twitching readying for release, you look up into his dark gaze.

The view of your flushed face, puffed lips, teary eyes and left over love bites on his abdomen, send him over the edge without warning. Gagging as his load shoots down your throat, profusely pumping his seed into your famished mouth. San loudly lets out guttural moan, hips stutter about while you milk him of his cum, easing him salaciously through his high.

“Oh—w-wow, mmhh” he breathes out in astonishment, slipping off him when he lets go of your hair you swallow down the left semen. Gripping his thighs, you open your mouth to show him you’ve finished. Making him purr out in satisfaction, San pats the side of your face warmly then bends down to once again cover himself. Sliding his boxers over his hips, he smiles happily—showing you keenly the amount of love. “You really are something else y/n~” San pulls you up from the bed, fixing up your apparel, you can’t help but shyly giggle out, “Thank you for the pretty flowers sannie... I love t-them”

Slapping your ass he snickers back, “I’ll get you all the flowers—if it ends up with this in return~”

You definitely weren’t one to complain

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erika-being-erika · 3 years

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More levihan reccomendations!

Part 1

• One Last Time by PiercingThePage

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Summary:

Levi & Hanji have been dating for about 3 years in highschool. He starts to have feelings for one of the pretty girls names Petra Ral. After he starts cheating on Hanji with her, he decides he wants out of the relationship. Until the day he decides to tell her, ends up being the day she tells him that she's pregnant. Will they make it out well, or will Levi start to realize he is becoming his own dead beat dad

• Having My Baby by Countess_Dorkula

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Summary:

Another SNK Kink Meme fill. Follow Levi and Hanji as they go through the marvelous adventure towards parenthood.

• catch me if you can by fanmoose12

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Summary:

The Ackerman duo. Just the mention of this name filled Hange with so many feelings. Mostly, when she reread the files of their cases over and over, until her eyes watered, she felt pricking annoyance. Sometimes, when she stared at the dead bodies of those scarce unfortunates who stumbled upon their crimes, she was filled with hatred and a pushing need for revenge. Hange couldn't deny, however, there were times when she marveled at the impudence of their crimes. And, when she was investigating the Ackerman's cases and saw just how meticulously planned they all were, she couldn't help but feel something close to fascination.

No one knew who they were. No one had seen their faces, no one knew their true names. Almost everyone knew of their crimes.

Hange was determined to unravel every last one of their secrets. She will put an end to their crimes and then she will get the elusive Ackermans behind bars.

• Partners by fanmoose12

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Summary:

When Petra was promoted to a detective and partnered up with legendary Levi Ackerman, she felt like the happiest person in the world.

But, as she soon found out, detective Ackerman she used to admire so much was actually a far cry from the ideal policeman Petra thought he was. He was rude, harsh and easily annoyed.

And, in addition, he still hadn’t moved on from the death of his previous partner - detective Hange Zoe.

• can't keep my hands off you by fanmoose12

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Summary:

Hange, Levi and their not so secret relationship.

• Looking for You by fanmoose12

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Returning from a long mission, all Levi wanted was to spend sometime with Hange. But instead he got a message from Erwin, urging him to come to HQ. There he found out, that Hange was missing for over a week and that his new mission is to partner with Moblit, Hange's loyal assistant, and together find and bring Hange home.

• A Tale of Two Slaves by TundrainAfrica

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

"Soulmates don’t exist. Fate doesn't exist. Everything's a choice. And Levi could only watch as she made the choice for him."

Levi remembers everything from their past life. Hange doesn't.

• Free-Falling by djmarinizela

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Skydiver and tea shop owner Levi Ackerman meets the town’s resident mad scientist and tries to convince himself that he's not falling for her.

• All of Me by MannaTea

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

By the time they reached the trees, Sylvia's sides were heaving, her flanks covered in sweat-foam, but they couldn't afford to stop; two titans had become more. Hange refused to look behind her, but she could tell by the way the ground shook that one of them was at least a 13-meter class.

And all she had with her was one blade and a horse who was about to drop dead of exhaustion.1

• Dreams May Not Come True by MannaTea

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Levihan. Hange knows something is wrong when she goes down to breakfast one morning and the smell makes her stomach churn.

• Something Like Destiny by MannaTea

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Reincarnation AU. Zoë doesn't have dreams; she just knows.

• A Dangerous Game by just_quintessentially_me

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

A snk 1920′s AU:

Sina is wild, crowded, bursting with industry. Home to jazz, fashion - and corruption. Crooked politicians, dirty police, and powerful gangs have turned the city into a cesspit of violence where the powerful rule. At the center of the chaos are the Ackermans - one of the most powerful gangs in the city, Mayor Fritz - who is as corrupt as he is wealthy, Erwin - a police commander determined to weed out the corruption in his own department, and Hanji - a journalist willing to risk everything to expose their city’s darkest secrets.

• A Simple Choice by just_quintessentially_me

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

The rain had started up again. Fat droplets drummed over her hood, drenching the fabric. Her horse’s reins were wet and cold; though her fingers, numbed from continued exposure to the elements, could hardly feel them.

Following the sound of the explosion, they’d arrived at a clearing. It was a mess of blackened, shattered wood, and the wagon, a skeleton, was little more than a smoking husk. Beyond the wreckage, a titan lay prostrate. Felled, its limp, hulking form was barely visible through the rain.

As soldiers shouted, pointing at the creature, one of the horses still tethered to the ruined wagon, writhed. When the beast screamed a broken, panicked wail, her own horse shifted, flanks twitching with unease.

Hanji barely noticed.

The soldiers' voices, the poor beast’s screams, even the heavy, even thrum of rain - had silenced as she looked to the river.

A body lay at the edge of the dark, white-capped water.

• License to Science (And Kill) by just_quintessentially_me

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

When International criminal organization, TITAN, successfully steals an arsenal of missiles along with their encrypted launch codes, Code Blue is initiated. It up to Agent Levi Ackerman, a spy in a class of his own, and Research scientist Hanji Zoe, the premiere authority on the organization, to halt a global catastrophe in its tracks.

She lowered her glasses, brown eyes blinking over the rims. “Does this mean I have a-” One brow lifted. “License to Science?”

“No. But I do have a License to Kill. Don’t tempt me to use it.”

• Aftermath by just_quintessentially_me

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Levi rushes to the wall in the aftermath of the Armored and Colossal Titans' attack.

“Are you worried about your wife?”

The question shocked him out of his musings.

Levi looked up, “My what?”

But the pastor was already speaking, “You’re obviously beside yourself with stress – and it’s understandable. Not knowing if your wife has survived-”

Levi cut him off, “My what?”

The pastor hesitated, apparently realizing he’d made some mistake, but misunderstanding precisely what it was. “Your…wife? The woman we traveled with before? She’s ah – forceful. You two uh – have the same, er – strident personality. When we first met, she dangled me off the wall.”

• Terrible Things by someonestolemyshoes

[One-shot]

Summary:

The first time he tells her she’s pretty, Hange is all kinds of filthy - sweaty, dirty, twigs in her hair and mud on her shoes and a great big disgusting ball of everything Levi hates.

She is also crying.

It isn’t like he’s never seen her cry before - they’re nine and crying is just what kids do, especially kids like Hange who like to play with things they probably shouldn’t play with and like to climb trees even though they’re kind of clumsy and so the crying, in it’s self, isn’t all that weird.

What’s weird is that Hange - Hange, with her print-smudged glasses and ratty ponytail and clothes two sizes too big for her - is crying because a boy called her ugly.

• Acquiescence by 3LevisInATrenchcoat

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

On Judgement Day, the tide brought someone strange.

• My soulmate by a_golden_hearted_snk_fan

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

When your soulmate gets injured or hurt, their injuries show up on your skin with a slight sting then slowly fade. It was a rare thing to occur, but Levi and Hanji were the lucky ones.

• SOS by djmarinizela

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Levi is a reclusive senior student who shares an apartment with Mike, Nanaba, and his best friend, Hange, who he's secretly in love with. Oddly enough, they also belong to the same secret club with a special operations squad. The 104th cohort is a bunch of freshmen misfits they've taken under their wing, Moblit is Hange's lab partner also vying for her affections, while Erwin’s the newest instructor who doesn’t know how to teach. And they say school is fun.

• the moon is dark by alteirkay

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

His face was wet.

“What the hell?” He murmured touching his face to see if he was mistaken. He was not. His hair was damp with sweat. There was an uneasiness invading his whole body. He was filled with it like he had drunk it straight from a bottle. His chest was heavy, his breaths were uneven, and his right eye was throbbing like a hammer was hitting at it continuously.

He was feeling like he had just lost someone.

• The Experiment by KakashiSensei

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

After a public brawl between them, Commander Erwin confines Captain Levi and Zoë Hange to barracks. When the Survey Corps next heads out, they are left behind as a punishment. Soon bored out of her mind, Hange turns her scientific curiosity towards the most interesting specimen within her reach: Levi. When his past reaches out to him to claim him back, she joins him on a dangerous journey. Do budding feelings have a chance in the most desolate of places?

• windmill by alteirkay

[One-shot]

Summary:

Here is the thing about Levi, his heart is a windmill in the middle of a wilderness where there was no wind to make it twirl, there was no wind to make it beat, pound and feel. Just feel.

Until one day he got hit by a storm so wild, so rare and so incredibly terrifying but in the most beautiful and breath-taking way that it left him defenceless, vulnerable and weak. Like a tiny little flower which had long passed its day of blossoming in a fierce, winter dawn yet it stood erect with its fragile body, challenging against the merciless winds and the brutal frost.

He fell in love.

• In Your Shoes by Neighborhood_Nori

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary

Levi, Paradis Studio's strict ballet instructor, can't stand the newly hired hip-hop instructor, Hanji. As a ballet dancer with his own complicated history with hip-hop, Levi only has respect for the more refined forms of dance. Can Hanji change his mind about her and her style of dance through determination, persistence, and her passion for dance?

• Distractions by Rookblonkorules

[One -shot]

Summary:

Hange’s love for pop culture interferes with her and Levi’s work.

It’s annoying.

• Leave You Whole. by zerothecreator

[One-shot]

Summary:

Levi spends his last moments in Hangë’s arms.

• Moments by Anonymous

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Levihan Modern AU

She's a long-legged, sun-kissed beauty with tattoos in hidden places and multiple piercings.

Her leather jacket's on his bedroom floor, her ripped jeans too and she's pretty sure one of her heeled scarlet boots got left in the living room in their haste last night. At least her glasses are on top of the bedside drawer- they managed that, at least.

• more baby snacks by argethara

[One-shot]

Summary:

Levi tries to find out how and why boxes of Udo's biscuits are gone.

• Anniversary by EllePellano

[One-shot]

Summary:

AU One-shot: Erwin and Levi have a short conversation about the woman they both loved

• All We Are by TundrainAfrica

[One-shot]

Summary:

"We’re what’s left of the old survey corps Levi. We’re all alone.”

“We can’t be alone if there’s two of us.”

“So what do you suggest Captain Levi?”

“We stick together…” Levi answered. “We stick together, Commander Hange.”

During the time skip, Hange and Levi's relationship develops.

• Thin Ice by Xenobia

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Takes place between events in chapter 90 of the manga. Hange, now commander of Survey Corps, commissions Captain Levi to scout territory in the mountains to search for a supply tower she believes may still be stocked. The scouts need all the supplies and currency they can get in order to carry on with their goals. Against his better judgment, Levi joins her on this excursion. The bitter, early winter makes their mission harder than expected, however. The pair find themselves relying on each other to survive, and they find it increasingly difficult to treat one another as comrades in arms and nothing more.

• Hidden Meanings by WhatHistoryForgets

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Hange never thought a materialistic item could mean so much to her until she lost it.

• Of teacups and stale bread

[One-shot]

Summary:

Five times Hange prepared tea for Levi, and the one time that he did.

• Unintended Consequence(s) by Ella3982

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

Not all of the Anti-Personnel Control Squad died when the cavern collapsed. Some of them escaped through the tunnel Hange, Moblit, and Armin used. When the two parties meet, the Anti-Personnel Control Squad takes the three Survey Corps members hostage with the intent to force the Survey Corp's hand. However, when they find out that Kenny Ackerman has died, they become more desperate.

If the Uprising Arc had ended a bit differently, how would it alter the course of the story? What would change, and what would stay the same?

• A Fire in the Shadows by free_pancakes

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

LeviHan in an Avatar the Last Airbender AU - a side story occurring alongside the events of ATLA

Levi, the nephew of a fire nation captain, stumbles upon a ragtag group of 5 known as the Scouts, formidably known for foiling the plans of local fire nation control, living in the forests a few miles north of Ba Sing Se.

• Speak Your Dark Pleasures to Me by Lamia of the Dark (VisceraNight)

Summary:

A collection of drabbles and oneshots exploring a sexual relationship between Levi and Hanji.

• Tips & Tricks by Sleepyheadven

[One-shot]

Summary:

Eren’s brow was furrowed forward in confusion as he spoke. “I thought you said that staring at people isn’t nice?” He said after a few moments, gathering his thoughts. He seemed genuinely bewildered as to why she was intensely staring down a stranger when she had told him countless times before that it was impolite to do so.

Oh, lord, was her only thought as she quickly scrambled for an excuse. “I - Uh - well, sometimes people stare at other people because -” before she could even begin to form a proper sentence, Eren interjected. She wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or dismayed by his actions.

“Is it because you think he’s cute? My friend Ymir stares at my friend Krista that way all the time, she says it’s because she’s so pretty!” Eren babbled happily, oblivious to the way Hange’s grip around the handle of the cart tightened. Her brown eyes darted back and forth between the stranger and her son, hoping that he couldn’t overhear their conversation seeing as Eren wasn’t the softest of speakers.

• A drunk man always tells the truth by krissixh

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Levi finds out that Hanji is engaged to a rich man. He gets drunk that night and confronts her his feelings. The two have to confront a lot of difficulties to be able to end as a couple.

• Relapses by Oreotragus

[Multi-chapt || completed]

Summary:

Despite having become a great asset to humankind, Captain Levi still has some trouble adjusting to his post-crime lifestyle, especially the social aspects of it. One extremely badly coordinated step out of his comfort zone creates a grand mess that he has to clean up.

• Weight of Survival by otterbeans

[One-shot]

Summary:

Hanji gives birth to Levi's unintentional child. She pretends to be surprised when he shows up for it.

• Don't drink the kool-aid by smallblip

[One-shot]

Summary:

Think of a number between one and ten. Because that's how you love in this world. First you toss out the word love. You tell it to its face that Commander Erwin Smith says “love is the ultimate cult of men... A sect... A dirty ploy by the whatever god is up there to make us all vulnerable..."

And then, everything falls into place.

• until another thursday evening by pinkweirdsunsets

[Multi-chapt || on going]

Summary:

and ever since they were only five, Levi had protected her, whether it was from the daily shenanigans she came up with or the criminal background he came from. She was his sunshine, messy and grinning, and he shielded her away from all terrible things.

until zeke yeager came along.

• Make It Make Sense! By cznpai

[Multi-chapt || completed]

I can't add the summary cause I've reached the limit. Welp i still have a lot of fics here so ill make a another post of reccomendations... HAHA bye!

#levihan #levi x hange #levihan oneshot #levihan fanfic #levihans #pls tell me if i putted the wrong link #guess im gonna make a part 3 👁👄👁#i thought all of them will fit in here #guess im wrong lol #k bye!

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freckledbeom · 3 years

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studio time with needy changkyun [imagine]

if y’all haven’t noticed already i ult changkyun 💀 a lot of the content here is gonna be changkyun/mx related.

warnings: 19+ content, suggestive scenes

for better reading listen to collide by justine skye

imagine changkyun finally getting time to work on music with you. he has you propped up on his lap, a hand resting on your inner thigh. you finally get to preview one of your songs to him and he seems to be into it until you feel a hand slither under your skirt. you try not to let it distract you, giving kyun a sharp look.

the music continues, your heads bob. his palm drags itself farther up, this time inside your garment, rubbing your soft bud. you suck in a breath, biting down on your bottom lip. it’s hard to be defiant when pleasure strikes you this hard all at once. kyun sucks your neck, kissing all of your tender spots whilst massaging between your legs.

as you grind yourself against his finger, you can feel yourself leaking out. you felt flushed. you couldn’t believe he was making you this aroused and all he did was pet your bud a little. feeling yourself coming to a climax, you grabbed his wrist slightly and grinded out your orgasm.

kyun kissed your jawline groaning slightly. his thick member jumped in his sweats, making you flinch a little. before you could uncover it, kyun pulled his manhood out stroking in softly. he pulled your arm lightly, motioning for you to get on top of him.

usually changkyun wouldn’t hesitate to get inside you, but it was times like these where he felt especially mischievous.

before you knew it, changkyun had pushed your panties to the side just enough to where he could pump his fingers in you. between each few strokes of his fingers, kyun pulled them completely out of you to massage your clit. you felt yourself falling apart.

this position gave kyun easy access to your chest. he took this as an opportunity to push up your sweater, exposing your bare chest. almost painfully slow, he took one of your full breasts into his mouth, littering it in soft sucks and love bites.

changkyun moved his free hand back on your ass to keep you balanced, coming up to kiss your earlobe whispering sweet nothings.

“you sound so fucking pretty. do you know how good you sound?” changkyun asked, slapping your ass.

it was hard to manage out any words as you felt yourself nearing your climax on his fingers for the second time.

“baby...im gonna come again.” you struggled to say, your response spilling out in a whiny tone.”

“hm? you’re gonna come?”

you nodded.

just before you could reach your high, kyun pulled his fingers out. his erection sat waiting it seemed, precum drooling. blood flowed through him to the tip as his erection rested on his stomach.

“i want you to come on my dick first.”

you watched as changkyun took his time sliding his fingers out of you and in his mouth, sucking your juices off. he slid a thin condom out of his pocket, you leaned back a little to give him room to put it on. once complete, kyun grabbed your ass and hunched his hips forward, beckoning you to start riding him.

slowly, with your arms pressed up against his chest, you came down on changkyun’s length until you finally bottomed him out. your hips kept at this agonizing pace for a few moments while changkyun’s hooded eyes never left yours, his bottom lip tucked under. this tempo didn’t last for long though, kyun seemingly was growing impatient.

with both hands now on your bare bottom, he thrusted up into you right as you slithered down.

“fuck...” you hissed.

bringing a hand up to cup your face, changkyun made direct eye contact while pulling you close. “please let me fuck you the way i want to. will you let me do that for you?”

all he needed was simple nod from you and he was pounding you from up under, his palms cupping your ass. you let out a high pitched squeal as you bucked your hips at the sudden harsh movements.

you steadied yourself on his shoulders, moving your lower half along the same speed as him. heat brimmed your entrance and you started to feel those familiar curls in your lower stomach. kyun was going to make you come soon if he kept going like this.

“fuck you’re so wet. i made you this wet?” he questioned with lust in his eyes.

you nodded, unable to form a sentence.

“mm mm. fuck. i need you to say it.” his hips never stopping to rest.

“you made me so wet baby.” you managed out, throwing your head back a little.

shadowing from over your ass, up to your neck, changkyun clasped your neck in his hand. it’s like he knew all the spots that set you off. these hard thrusts combined with your warm inside was enough to make him come as well. his grasp on your neck and bottom tightened, the room full with your whining and his low toned groans.

pushing into sloppily, changkyun gave you long hard thrusts, just wanting to feel sweet release.

“fuck, im close.” he heaved through gritted teeth.

the sounds from your wetness alone were enough to set him off.

you moaned faintly in voiceless agreement. your bottom half grew numb and you could finally feel the growing pressure of your orgasm.

“baby im coming.” your whimpers only made you more vulnerable to him giving you one hard thrust, bottoming you out. your legs shaking slightly, you let out a shrill cry, one that made you grateful for soundproof walls.

looking for balance, you held changkyun’s arm as he ground his hips into you, a tight grip still on your neck.

you could tell he was coming by the way he started to groan and hold your frame for support.

spilling into the condom, changkyun had finally reached his peak.

“fuck...” he murmured out.

the two of you sat there in heat, breathing heavily.

changkyun, now releasing his hold from your neck, pulled you in to kiss you.

breath shaky and warm, you couldn’t help but feel safe after having sex with changkyun. even if it was just a studio affair.

the song you were showing him had long ended by now. at this point whether he liked it or not was in the back of your mind, the memory etched to this song was now engraved in your head.

“did you like it?” your dimpled popped as you smiled, looking up at him.

“you? or the song?”

#monsta x headcanons #monsta x au #monsta x smut #monsta x changkyun #changkyun #changkyun smut #monsta x hyungwon #im monsta x #monsta x #monsta x minhyuk #monsta x shownu #monsta x wonho #monsta x kihyun #monsta x jooheon

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ikevamp-shrine · 3 years

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Hmm so i just had this idea, can i please request a drabble when when mc and dazai had their 'first time' ?? Naturally it would be a smut lol but i'd really appreciate it if you throw in some fluffs too, because i think making love with dazai is more goofy than a serious one! Thank you so much if you do this :)

Author: @ikevamp-shrine

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character(s): Dazai, MC

Pairing: Dazai x MC

Words: 2072

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal penetration, Dazai being Dazai

Notes: So since this request says mc I’m gonna assume its referring to the in game female MC. Anyways, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy and forgive me for just now answering your ask. (please don’t think I’m ignoring any request that has been sent in, I just haven’t gotten around to them- they will be done at some point.)

Preview:

He traced his thumb over her bottom lip, rounding over the dip, pulling the plush pad of pink down from between her teeth. He glances up; the playful gaze gone from his eyes, instead replaced with the low burning of sizzling embers and wanton lust. He breathed in quick; her scent invaded his senses making him high on her. “Giving in to our most carnal desires, my dear.”

She swallowed thickly forcing his eyes to follow the movement of her throat. He smirked tensely. The tip of pulsating fangs caught the light as they slid from his gums. Dazai laughed lowly, his fingers wrapping around the exposed skin of her neck.

“Do you have any- “his yellowed eyes met hers, and suddenly he was all she could see- “idea... what I want to do to you?”

She opened her mouth to respond only to be cut off by a voice she had never heard the man before her use. Dangerous, lethal, lustful- a trickster warning those of his true power. “Do you have any clue to how hard it is to restrain myself from piercing your skin right now and claiming you as mine?”

“Dazai.”

He hums in response to her shaky voice, completely captivated by the parting of her lips as his face reveals nothing but an internal battle within himself. She gasped when his fingers find purchase on the soft curve of her hips, bringing their bodies flush together with a tug.

“What are we doing?” A bite of her lip has Dazai trembling.

“Do you have any- “his yellowed eyes met hers, and suddenly he was all she could see- “idea... what I want to do to you?”

“I-.” She furrowed her brows, completely at lost as to what to say.

His grip on her throat tightened as Dazai loomed over her form, his wispy breaths of whispers tickling her ear like a lonely breeze. “I want you. All of you.”

He rested his cheek on her shoulder, glancing up at her wavering eyes with need, continuing, appearing vulnerable and innocent, “you want me to... don’t you?”

She nodded, not trusting her words.

Dazai pulled away, completely ridding the girl of his touch as her hand twitched, raising to grab at the thick fabric of his clothing. He grabbed her hand, tsking while murmuring, “I’m going to need a verbal consent to be sure you understand what you’re getting yourself into.”

She panted, her eyes pleading and hands shaking. “Please Dazai. I need you.” His jaw clenched. “Did you know I’m a selfish man, my dear? I will not share.”

She pulled him to her. His silken hair dangled in the air, his hands slammed on either side of her head against the wall she was pressed to, steadying himself. Their foreheads touching, breaths mingling, and hearts yearning.

She gasped for air, her want building to unimaginable heights, “be selfish then. Take me and keep me as your own.”

Dazai stilled, his face dropping and tone depressed. “That’s unfair. You know I can’t resist when you say things like that.” He shook his head, a devilish smile appearing, his features morphing into fox like proportions.

“Ask and you shall receive, my dear,” he paused his words to lift the woman up, turning towards the bed, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, “after all- “he laid her down on his sheets, gently tracing the buttons on her blouse, popping one open at a time- “I am nothing more than a poor writer pleased to be a servant to someone as radiant as you.”

Dazai’s lips caressed the soft skin of her exposed stomach. Chills rose along her flesh as his finger ran over the curve of her thigh, his body moving over her, his kisses leaving a burning path down her body. His hand wrapped under her knee, kneading slowly. Pushing her leg in the air, Dazai watched as her skirt slipped down the limb. His other hand gripped her hip. His face went blank. His glowing, yellow eyes observed the flush of her skin, the reddening marks he left on her stomach, the heave of her breasts that began to spill out of the cups of her bra, the plush of her lips, and the blatant need in her eyes. His head tilted. Silky bangs hiding one side of his face. He whispered, “say my name.”

She shivered when his tongue met the sensitive expanse of her calf, lapping slowly up to her ankle. “Dazai.”

His fangs nibbled at her toes; her shoes previously discarded on the floor. MC gasped, her leg jerking at the ticklish sensation.

“Who do you belong to?” Dazai growled lowly, his eyes flashing.

MC moaned as his teeth dug into the front of her ankle. “You, you- only you.”

Dazai hummed, his eyes drifting closed as he opened himself to the intense emotions and rising tension. Muscles twitched under his mouth as he tracked back down her leg, his hand sliding from her hip to the waist band of her skirt, tugging the fabric off and tossing it to the floor. Opening his eyes, lids hooded with lust, the writer inhaled sharply at the spread of her hips before him. Her hands gripped at his sheets when he descended upon the growing wet spot on her panties.

She stopped breathing, her breath catching in her throat, when the male flattened his tongue over her clothed entrance; his moan vibrating through her at the taste. Her knees bent over his broad shoulders- broader that what they appeared. She felt his muscles tense and ripple as he sucked and licked at her through her underwear, his saliva mixing with her damp want. Her legs began to tremble when sharp teeth bit the cloth of her panties; her heart fluttered dangerously as Dazai pulled them off with his lips.

He looked utterly feral as he rose above her, regal even. Majestic, powerful. Like a snake slithering around its prey, soon to wrap around its form and swallow the defenseless creature whole. Dazai flicked his tongue out to lick over the glimmering points of his fangs, still tasting MC on his lips. His skin appeared to shimmer in the candle light, his pupils dilating and nostrils flaring as he nuzzled his face into her inner thigh. His breath fanned over the apex of her thighs, his low laugh shifting through the air when he saw her clench with excitement.

“Look at how obedient you are being. Spreading yourself just for me… I might just give you a reward.” They met gazes; she felt dizzy.

Dazai’s fingers dipped into her, coating the digit as she groaned. He curled inside of her, his jaw clicking at the tightness. He already knew he would struggle with not being completely consumed by the thought of her. He pumped slowly, building her up only to push himself knuckles deep, adding another finger. She moaned louder at the sudden stretch.

Dazai’s brows furrowed with concentration and MC barely heard him speak.

“I hope the walls are thick.”

She panted, confused. “W-what?”

He glanced back up at her reddened face, murmuring, “I hope the walls are thick or our neighbors will hear every pretty moan of yours.”

Her eyes widened when he reached above her head, knocking on the wall, mind blanking as she watched the writer smile expectantly at the barrier behind her. Another knock sounded back making her blood run cold.

Dazai shifted his gaze back down at her, smirking flippantly at her baffled expression. “Not so thick after all, I guess.”

MC blushes, opening her mouth, huffing embarrassingly.

Dazai shifts, leaning back on his haunches, knees bent under him. He brings MC with him, pulling her to straddle his lap. His hands rests on her lower back as he watches her, amused at how desperately she tries to untie his clothing, her embarrassment forgotten.

Her hands shake, her whine tumbling past her teeth when the knot tightens instead of coming apart.

Dazai rubs his hands around the globe of her bottom, soothing her. The knot finally comes undone and MC slips her hands under his clothing, pushing the fabric back, relishing in the smoothness of his skin beneath her finger tips. His clothing pools on the bed, catching at his elbows making him appear as if he was a fertility god ripe for the taking.

With tensing muscles and sweat damp skin, Dazai crashes his lips onto hers, their tongues fighting for dominance. His fingers flex against her skin, his form flinching when he feels MC grip the heavy weight of his cock between her palm, pumping and squeezing. A breathless moan follows and Dazai’s head falls limp between the junction of MC’s shoulder as she jerks his manhood; her thumb rubbing over the sensitive slit, smearing what seeps out along the smoothness of his skin.

His stomach tenses, his mouth pulled into a grimace. Dazai grips MC’s wrists, stopping her, whispering shakily, “easy. I want to make this last.”

He takes a nipple within his mouth. It pebbles between his teeth, darkening as she throws her head back, scratching her nails against his scalp. He reaches between them to rub the swollen head of his cock against her clit. Her wetness drips down her thigh, dampening the cloth still trapped around Dazai’s thighs.

“Damn it, stop teasing me,” MC groans out, frustrated and impatient.

“The best things come to those who wait,” Dazai grins.

She digs her nails into his nape in warning, forcing a hiss from the writer. He glanced up at her heated eyes, smirking impishly around her nipple.

He snorts. “Ok, ok. Stop abusing this poor man.”

She breathes heavily, his tongue lapping at her chest, moving up her collar bone; he sucks at the pulse of her neck as he pushes the tip of his cock into her sopping heat. MC whimpers.

Dazai’s arm cages her, wrapping around her middle, holding her still as he slips deep within her.

“Ah! Dazai...” MC mewls, hugging his shoulder as they begin to rock together.

The writer whines at the heat gripping his cock. They lose each other in themselves. Clawing at the other’s skin in hopes of leaving a mark. They become one; feeling their bodies slide against each other, their minds fuzzy and hearts entwining.

“My dear,” Dazai growls, his fangs dropping further than they had before, his throat screaming with the need for it to be cooled by the one he craves, “I need... please, let me.”

His head is pushed back into the curve of MC’s neck as she nods at his begging, knowing and willing for him to take what he wants.

Dazai places his lips loosely over her skin, lightly brushing her with his lips, kissing delicate flesh stained with effects of his actions. Allowing his teeth to scrape against her, his eyes shoot open when she moans out.

“-close,” she mumbles, her body tensing and back arching.

He feels the tight fluttering of her walls around him as he sinks his fangs deep within her skin, holding her tight so she doesn’t rip his fangs through her flesh while she bucks wildly; waves of pleasure crashing over her, overwhelming her, dragging her down the river of ecstasy. Dazai grunts sharply, pulling himself out of her warmth to spurt thick ropes of white along the quivering planes of her stomach. Rolling his hips in the air, Dazai’s illuminated eyes grow blurry; his mind suffocating with the pleasure and the taste of his lover.

He sucks once roughly, his brows pinching together, face pained. Slowly removing his long canines from MC when she stills; her back shivered, rising and falling quickly.

She exhales when his tongue, slick with her blood, laps weakly at the puncture wounds upon her neck, helping it to heal. Exhaustion seeps deep within her bones as they bask in the aftershocks of their love making, holding each other close, her head on his chest listening to the steady thumps of his heart.

“Still with me?” Dazai questions. Euphoria makes his voice heavy and lazy.

She nods.

Dazai uses his sleeve to wipe his cum from her skin, pressing their cheeks together. He tenderly strokes her spine as he takes in the warmth of her companionship. “Stay?”

MC falls back dragging Dazai with her. They both laugh as she digs her nose into the crease of his breasts. He kisses the top of her head when she responds, her voice thick with the need for rest, their legs tangling as they slowly drift off to sleep, “always.”

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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I cannot stop thinking about!!! Tendou in the desert. Mainly because I went for a walk and found a bunch of creepy stuff, and Tendou would fit right into the creepy-desert-aesthetic. (also..... he’d be the type to have a meth trailer out in the middle of nowhere lol)

(What to expect - bad writing, a dead body, Tendou being weird. No NSFW)

He’s just absolutely batshit crazy. There’s no explanation for his actions.

Like you go for a walk in the mountains, intent on seeing a beautiful, iconic desert sunset, skies dyed pink, purple, orange and red.

It gets dark faster than you anticipated though, and you’re left trying to stumble back to your car in the pitch black night, temperature quickly dropping.

And of course, you aren’t prepared at all. It’s the desert, it isn’t supposed to get cold. So you’re shivering, freezing, skin going numb, starting to feel a bit sluggish as you wonder how the fuck it’s so fucking cold.

There’s a light off in the distance, maybe your car? Had you left the light on?

Stumbling closer, tripping over rocks and trying to avoid cactus, you try to focus on the light, on the outline. It almost looks too high to be your car.

Then you hit the dirt, foot twisting over a rock, causing you to crash onto your side, landing your hip directly onto a cactus. You screech at the stinging pain that stabs into your hip, the side of your butt, your outer thigh.

It hurts to stand up, and you can’t even assess the damage done, because it’s dark and as soon as you try to feel your hip, sharp spines make you cry out, pulling your hand back.

All that’s left for you to do is cry as you make your way towards the light, hoping, praying it’s your car.

As you limp closer, tears dripping down your face at the pain of the cactus spines, the cold, your now-sore ankle, you quickly discern that the light’s source comes from a house.

Specifically, a trailer.

There’s junk everywhere, piles of it, and you trip over a few stray.... well, you can’t really make out what it is, with how dark it is. But you make it to the door.

And yeah, this is super creepy. You’re out in the middle of nowhere, it’s dark, with no flashlight, no jacket. You’re vulnerable, but you’re so freaking cold, and you think there’s blood on your leg from where you’ve been stabbed with the cactus spines.

You need help.

So you gather up the courage, pray that there’s someone home, that it’s not a serial killer, and knock on the door of the trailer.

There’s a loud thump, high pitched, muffled cursing, then some shuffling. The clicking of locks on the door, and then it swings open, revealing a man holding a shotgun.

Well fuck.

He’s lanky, thin and wirey, wild red hair tangled on top of his head. Large, hooded eyes squint at you sleepily, before the man cocks his head.

“You lost?”

“Uhm, yeah..... hi.” You sniffle out, and the man’s eyes visibly widen as he realizes you’re crying, in nothing but a short sleeve shirt and a pair of pants, standing out in the cold.

The inside of the trailer is warm, and it makes your cheeks, ears, and frozen hands tingle as feeling begins returning to them. How had it gotten so cold in the fucking desert?

The man introduces himself as Tendou Satori, deputy of Shiratorizawa county. He’s not lying to you either, has the badge, the uniform - it even explains the shotgun.

He clicks his tongue when you limp inside, as light falls upon your hip and shows your jeans darkened with blood. Tells you to warm up first, sit in front of the heater vent, then he’ll help you with the cactus.

“What’re you doing way out here? City’s kinda far.”

“I was gonna watch the sunset, take pictures ‘n stuff.” You offered, wrapping the blanket he had provided more firmly around yourself. His gaze makes you uncomfortable, and you’re not sure why. It’s not like he’s going to do anything bad, he’s a police deputy.

His eyes are so flat though, still hooded even though he’s very much awake. Maybe that’s just the way he looks, but it’s a bit creepy.

“Didn’t think it’d get dark as fast as it did? Is that why you were wanderin’ around out there?”

You nodded. “Didn’t know it could get so cold either.”

Tendou chuckles, high pitched, and you wince. He sounds like a creepy funhouse clown when he laughs like that. “Ehehe, lots of people get caught off guard by desert weather. Think it’s hot all the time, can’t even imagine that it gets a bit chilly. You’re lucky I’m posted up here, otherwise you’d be a popsicle by morning!”

He was so nonchalant about the idea of you freezing to death, you didn’t know how to respond.

Luckily, you had warmed up enough to stop shaking, teeth no longer clattering together. Tendou told you to stay put while he got supplies to fix up “Your little owie!”

It was much more than a ‘little’ wound.

The trailer was filled with thick awkwardness as Tendou asked you to peel off your pants so he could get to the spines embedded in your skin. He didn’t seem to understand that you felt a little embarrassed, didn’t even turn his back as you slowly pushed them to your ankles, wincing as they dragged over your bloodied hip.

“Ok-ay! Now, this’ll hurt, so try not to scream a whole bunch, right?”

And then he was digging in with tweezers, delicately extracting cactus spines from your puffy, swollen hip, the side of your butt, your outer thigh.

It hurt, badly, and you started crying again, much to your embarrassment. Tendou didn’t seem to mind, kept his eyes fixed on your bloody leg as he quickly tended to it.

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry. You’ll have to hydrate a bunch after I’m done though.”

“Why does it hurt so much? Are they poisonous?” You yelped as the man tugged on a particularly painful spine, furrowing his brows in concentration as he pulled it out.

“Oh! It’s cause they’re like little meat hooks.” He looked up at you, smiling, holding his most recent extraction with his tweezers so you could see. “They get pretty attached once they get in you, hehe, but I’ll make you better.”

Forty minutes later had Tendou finishing up, finally deeming you cactus-free after a thorough inspection. He had plucked out the large spines with tweezers, before running his hand over your skin, stilling you when you flinched, explaining that he was feeling for the small needles.

You felt insanely uncomfortable, with his hands and face that close to such an intimate area.

“All do-ne!” The man sang, straightening his back, giving you a gleaming smile. His lips stretched too far over his teeth. “Now, I’ll get you some pants, and some water. You want to sleep in the bed with me? Or on the couch?”

What?

The panicked confusion must be evident on your face, because Tendou cackled, standing up, towering over you.

“Can’t go back out there, you wanna die? Gotta stay until mornin’.”

“The couch please.” The choice was easy, and Tendou nodded, before disappearing through a doorway into a dark room, coming back with an armful of blankets. He tossed a pair of pajama pants at you from the pile, but you hesitated in putting them on.

“Um.... Mr.? Can I have something to wipe off the blood?” It was crusted on your leg, dried and dark brown now.

Tendou turned from making up the couch, blinked at you slowly, looked at your leg. “Guess I should do that!”

You had to wait a bit longer, until he had arranged the couch to his liking, before the strange man fetched a wet washcloth to wipe off your leg with.

It was warm, and he was thorough as he sponged off the blood. The way he licked his lips while doing so made you feel a bit uneasy.

When you were finally clean, you tugged on your new pants quickly, finally feeling a bit more comfortable now that you were no longer exposed.

“Wanna eat before you go to bed? I have-” Tendou bent to shuffle through his fridge. “-Oh! I have applesauce! and crackers! Yum Yum!” Both items were held aloft triumphantly.

Who kept crackers in the fridge?

You just wanted to go to sleep.

“I’m good, thank you though.”

“Okay, beddy-bye time then I guess.” Why did he talk so childishly?

You tried to relax as he turned out the lights, bidding you good night as he shuffled back through the doorway, apparently into his bedroom.

Tomorrow you’d find your car, and everything would be fine.

-----

Tendou was sitting on the couch when you woke up, your bare feet in his lap.

“Good morning~!” His voice was so loud, you were wincing at the volume, at the sunlight streaming through the dingy curtains, at your first good look at his trailer - he’d kept it dark last night, only turning on one light.

It was clean, well, as clean as a trailer could be. Nothing suspicious or worrisome.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” The man questioned, suddenly leaning far too close, his hand sliding up your calf.

“Oh-uhm-” You stuttered, blushing at the proximity, the foreign touch. “I should go find my car...”

Tendou rolled his eyes, backing off quickly. “Too boring. Also too far. It’ll hurt to walk, you won’t be able to make it.”

You raised an eyebrow, immediately testing out his claim, hissing in pain as soon as you moved your leg.

Apparently, it was swollen and sore.

He was right, walking hurt, and you barely hobbled to the little bathroom without Tendou’s assistance. Maybe he could go find your car and bring it here? It had to be close by, you hadn’t been walking for that long last night...

“So!” Tendou clapped his hands, and you started, almost bumping into him as he stood, leaning over you on the couch. “Tell me about yourself, it’s been so long since I’ve had anyone over. You have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Where’s your family? I’ve always wanted someone to keep me company here.”

“Woah, wait, what?”

Tendou chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re going to stay here with me now! I think we should get to know each other a bit, don’t you?”

Staying with him? Here? What was going on?

“Um, Mr.-”

“Tendou... or Satori, your choice.” The man interjected, before moving to flop down next to you on the couch.

“Tendou-” You continued. “-I can’t stay here. I need to find my car, and drive back to the city, back to my home. My roommate will be worried...”

“Home is here.” His tone was so matter-of-fact, it shocked you silent.

“You had a roommate though? How fun!!” He chirped, and you didn’t miss the emphasis on “had”. “You ever have sex with them?”

Tendou had moved in a second, pressed to your side, his face too close to yours, and you panicked.

“I gotta go. Really, I’m sorry, thank you for helping me out last night but I need to get going-” You were on your feet, ignoring the pain lancing through your leg as you hobbled quickly to the door, throwing it open.

A hand tugged on your shirt, pulling you off balance and forcing you to step backwards.

“You’re leaving? But I did so much for you, you haven’t even paid me back...”

His grip on your shirt was firm, but you wriggled and writhed until he was forced to let go. “I-I promise I’ll pay you when I get to my car. My wallet’s there, you can have everything in it-”

You pushed forward, through the door, barely dodging Tendou’s grabby hands. This wasn’t right, there was something off about him, you needed to get away.

“I don’t want you to go.” But you weren’t listening to his suddenly deep, serious voice. Instead, you were frantically looking around, trying to figure out which way you had come from last night.

There was nothing but cactus, rocks, and dirt.

“I was wishing for company the other day, y’know? It gets so lonely here, the sheriff isn’t a good conversationalist.”

The sheriff?

You whirled around, Tendou standing in the door, looking off to the side. You followed his gaze, saw the lawn chair, the upturned bucket next to it, two empty bottles of beer. There were more bottles littering the ground.... there was another lawn chair-

-and the fully-dressed body of a sheriff, half-decayed, sat in it.

You didn’t even think to scream; who would hear you out here? All you did was run, adrenaline roaring through your veins and letting you forget about your wounded leg.

“Wait!” Tendou called after you gleefully, bouncing out of the doorway. “You’re hurting his feelings! Ahehehe!!”

The man was deranged.

And you very quickly realized that there was no where to run.

Nowhere to hide.

-----

You couldn’t see your car, or anything that looked familiar. The only sounds in the air was the panting of your own breath, your feet thudding slowly underneath you as your initial shock wore off, as the adrenaline left you, as the pain returned.

It had only been a few minutes since you took off, speeding away from the unhinged madman. You were left wondering if he was really the deputy - maybe he’d killed the deputy, stolen his uniform.

Then you wondered why there was a dead sheriff in his yard. Had no one come looking for him? Where was the sheriff’s car? What was even going on?

It’s warm, the sun beginning to beat down on you relentlessly, and you curse the desert. Curse it’s unbearable heat during the day, it’s frigid temperatures at night.

“Pretty girl!!! I found you~!” Tendou’s shrill voice had you jerking your head around, frantically trying to see where the man was. Had he been following you? Where was he, there was nothing he could hide behind!

“You want to go for a ride in my fancy car? Is that it? I’ll take you to dinner, then we’ll kiss under the moon!” The man cackled, and you determined that the voice was coming from your left.

But... there was nothing there?

Tentative, painful steps forward, towards his voice. Where was he? If you couldn’t see him, you couldn’t fight him. You needed to know where the creep was.

A careful step.

A careful st-

A terrified scream tore from your lungs as your foot seemingly plunged into thin air, immediately landing you on your butt as you slide down a steep incline.

It was a ravine.

You tumbled down into it’s depths, getting scraped by rocks and brush. Luckily, you slammed into something solid, metal, and it stopped your tumultuous motion.

Gaining your bearings, you stared hard at the door of the police car you’d just collided with, before a hand popped out of the window, waving at you.

“Beep beep!” Tendou snickered, his flat eyes taking in your disheveled appearance. “Let’s mess around, I’ve heard doing it in a car is fun.”

There’s no one around to hear you scream.

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕍𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣 ~

The mystical bookshop on the opposite end of the street seldom had customers but your boredom was getting the best of you, having just moved to a small town without any acquaintances. The last thing you expected when entering the dusty bookshop was a handsome boy glimpsing at you from behind his glasses. Maybe this innocent boy could cure your boredom?

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The ivy green building on the corner was rarely visited. It’s white pillars with gold swirly capitals looked inviting as you had just moved to the apartment complex across the street and were in need of some entertainment, having moved to a new town all by your self. Through the cloudy show window you saw litterary classics leaning against small mahogany painting aisle and crystals in all different shapes and sizes, all scattered across a velvet maroon piece of cloth.

You leaned against the window, sheilding your eyes from the sun using your hands as you looked inside but to your disappointment you saw nothing but your own reflection. The warmth of the sun radiated on your back as a cool breeze stinged your cheeks. ‘It sure would be nice to sit in the small shop and read’ you thought as you wrapped your hands around the chipped golden door handle, pulling it down and being exposed to the smell of bound books.

The bell above the old wooden door rang as you entered through the rusty ivy green door, embellished with small colored glass panes.

“Welcome to I.N bookshop, how can i-”

Jeongin peeked from behind a big book, fascinated over how such a cute girl had entered his dusty little shop. His round glasses covered most of his face, light pink cheeks hiding behind them. Putting the aged leather book away he stood up from his seat and scratched his thick, slightly curly black locks. This situation was unusual to say the least. The shop was after all only sought out by elders that wanted to find the books they had read in their teenage years when youth still glowed around them.

A smile spread across your face as you saw the young boy shifting his eyes over the piles of grubby books, some of them piling up hindering you from coming closer. He blushed upon the state of the store but promptly walked up to you, keeping his eyes glued to the creaky floorboards underneath his feet.

“Oh, hi u-uhm... I’m Jeongin! Nice to meet you” he said sheepishly, eventually sneaking a glance of your cute face.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m y/n! I just moved across the street a couple of days ago and have just been staring at the shop from my window. Thought I might...c-check it out”.

You felt a shyness creep up on you, shifting your skirt slightly as you felt Jeongin’s looming eyes on your cleavage, silence widened over the small wooden cabinet-like shop.

Jeongin snapped back into reality after you looked at him questionably, your head tilted as you tried to cover yourself from his predatory gaze with your hands. The curly haired boy gulped before shoving his delicate veiny hands into the pockets of his black dress pants.

“Uhm.. so.. w-what do you usually read?” he asked while peering up. Looking into the same direction you saw a cozy half loft nuzzled into the far right of the shop, a corroded ladder being the only way to get up there.

“I like pretty much anything,,, d-do you have any favorites?” you asked shyly as your gaze returned to the floor, seeing books piled up around your feet.

He laughed timidly as he made his way over to the rusty ladder, stepping over heaps of untouched books and guiding you to do the same, kicking and pushing some piles away.

“I usually sit up there and read so all of my favorites are hidden from the customers heh...” he anxiously grabbed the back of his neck, looking down to the left as he spoke.

“We can sit up there if you like!” Jeongin added, his voice getting excited since he gets to talk about his favorite literary works with you! Shyly, you nodded as your hands wrapped around both sides of the ladder, stepping onto the first step. Cautiously you climbed up and with every step you could see more of the loft unfolding in front of your eyes, your gaze on floor level. Jeongin decided to help you by holding the ladder, making sure you didn’t fall but this soon proved to be a mistake. He looked up with the intention of seeing how far up you’d gotten but his eyes landed underneath your skirt, your light pink lace panties on display for his puppy eyes to see. His breath hitched upon seeing the outline of your cunt and his hormones were flying like sparks, causing a painful erection to form inside his boxers.

After what seemed like an eternity of fumbling on the ladder you finally stood on the half loft, carefully peeking down to see Jeongin still gripping the ladder while his cheeks were flaming red.

“uhm,,, you coming up or..?”

He cleared his throat as he looked up, seemingly lost in thoughts.

“Yeah,,, totally” he said awkwardly while climbing up. You offered him your hand as he neared the loft which he grabbed, seizing the opportunity to hold your soft hand that were enhanced by small gold rings and a bracelet. His heart was in his throat as your touch effected him more than he thought. He coughed to clear the nervosity from his gut but to no avail.

When his hands travaled down to his pockets that’s when you noticed the tent between his two legs. A thousand thoughts flashed through your mind as your body came to a standstill. Should I run away and never look back? Should I help the poor boy? After all, he seemed awfully lonely enclosed in these 4 walls all day long and so were you, not having anyone to contact in the new city.

Jeongin noticed your stiff figure, the light mumbling of a radio being heard from the white speakers on a small coffee table next to two old mustard yellow armchairs. Your eyes eventually met his. His gaze was as sweet as honey and his musky scent enhanced by the aroma of the ancient books. You felt yourself tensing up, your crossed legs clenching as you broke the eye contact with the fox-like boy. His eyes hooded whilst being filled with a bashful aura.

“Kiss me”

You blurt out without even thinking. The neediness in your cunt growing wetter by every minute. Jeongin’s eyes brown orbs widened.

“W-what...here? Now..?”

“Don’t act dumb. I see...t-that” you glanced down at his erection for a split second, gulping as you saw the size.

Flustered, Jeongin tried to cover himself from your eyes as a hot flash descended down his body. His blushed state, his innocent eyes hiding behind those black wired glasses and his veiny hands peeking through the paws of his dark blue sweater made you just wanna slam him against a wall, taking his innocence from him.

You inched closer to him, his face in level with yours due to your similar heights. Your head tilted slightly, a pleading expression contorting across your features as he stared at your plush lips, wide eyed. His delicate hands form into hard fists, trying his best to not let his loneliness get to him.

But he’s too weak.

Cupping your crimson cheeks, he pulls you into a deep kiss and without hesitating you kiss him back on his precious coral lips. Your hands explored his body and to your surprise a toned abdomen was hiding beneath his warm appearance. Coaxing his tongue, you lick his bottom lip, moaning into the kiss as his hands stroked your back and gropes your ass. Heat rose to your cheeks as your cunt was sopping, having not been touched like this for a while but you weren’t the only one reacting this way. Your hands wandered down before momentarily stopping, you hesitated before palming the dark haired boy through his slacks but was pleased once you earned a moan from his petal-like lips. You pulled away from the fiery kiss, smirking as you spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Sensitive babyboy, I barely touched you”

He stiffens in your arms that were wrapped around his waist, his eyes settling anywhere but on yours. With a cocky smile you grab his tiny face by the jaw and force him to look into your lustful eyes.

“You’re a virgin, right?” you asked with a smile on your lips.

“N-no,, no I’m not!” Jeongin huffed out, visibly flustered.

“I don’t like people that lie”.

Your cold voice scared Jeongin but the fear added fuel to his neediness. He needed you. You pushed him down, the boy landing in one of the dusty armchairs with a thump.

“Y-yes I am a...v-virgin”

He hesitated uttering those words, his lip quivering from the sexual tension but he also felt vulnerable, not having anyone to talk to about such matters. Jeongin watched you with hungry eyes as you pulled your shirt over your head, disheveling your hair in the process.

“What you staring at? Come on, off with your clothes” you said as you pointed towards his member. He obeyed in an instant but not losing eye contact with the soft skin that you revealed once you stepped out of your skirt that was now pooling on the floor, leaving you with nothing than your bra and panties. Jeongin’s hands were shaking as he tried to unbutton his pressed slacks. You rolled your eyes at his pitiful attempt.

Your knees hit the wooden flooring as you helped him remove his pants, Jeongin bucking his hips slightly causing you to pull them down the entire way. Embarrassingly enough his precum had already created a wet stain on his boxers which made you snicker. You trace along his clothed dick with your fingertip, feeling him pulsating under your touch as blood accumilated between his legs.

“How cute. Babyboy is throbbing from anticipation, isn’t that right?” you cooed to which he glared at you, mad for being humiliated by someone he barely knew but secretly enjoying it in his perverted fantasies.

Upon pulling down his boxers you were greeted by his erect member that was barely touching his clothed abdomen. Your mouth watered from the sight, how fine purple veins snaked up his shaft and how his sensitive carmoisine tip glistened with a droplet of precum trickling down. You glanced up at his slightly puffy face and he nodded as if you had just asked him for premission. Using the tip of your tongue you lapped up his precum like an animal, eager to taste his sweetness as you pursed your lips and inserted only the tip into your wet mouth.

Jeongin’s knuckles whitened as he gripped onto the armrests for dear life, his orgasm already looming around him due to his inexperienced nature. Your hands stroke his inner thigh wanting him to relax but that was the last thing on Jeongin’s mind. If he relaxed he would cum faster and that would be too much embarrassment to handle in one day, especially in front of you. Your pursed scarlet lips cascaded down his shaft as your hand wrapped around the part that wouldn’t fit down your throat. Small whimpers were heard from the boy with glasses everytime you lifted your head upwards, swirling your tongue around his leaking tip before plunging down again, all whilst your hand jerked off his girthy base. It didn’t take long before the poor boy was unable to controll the lewd noises that pierced your ear like the sound of music. For his every moan you got wetter, those pathetic whines of his causing you to dig your nails into his thighs, holding back from marking him up with hickies and showing him that he’s your new playtoy.

The high-pitched moans mixed with the subtle murmuring of the radio still going in the background, the sloppy sound of your spit as you bobbed your head intensely driving Jeongin closer to his release. Just as he felt him twitch between your cheeks you pulled off, kissing his tip before looking up at him with doe eyes. The expression that haunted his face was priceless. You smiled at his bedraggled state, his twinkling eyes and heaving breath signaling that he was lost in pleasure moments ago.

“Liked it, babyboy?”

He nodded in agreement before grabbing your narrow wrist and standing you up, pushing you against a bookcase causing a couple of lightweight books to fall on either side of you. His mouth was dangerously close to your ear, his body close enough to radiate heat.

“But don’t call me that”. Jeongin’s voice changed, now more raspy.

“Aw, does babyboy get shy when I call him that?” you ridiculed him but soon regretted it when he raised your eyebrow at you before turning you around and bending you down, you hands grabbing onto the shelf.

“Hey! You can’t ju-”

Your moan cut you off as the tip of his cock entered you with ease, your juices almost dripping down your leg from the arousal as he pushed your panties to the side. Jeongin hissed as his member advanced into your throbbing pussy, desperate to feel you around his sensitive shaft. Small whimpers spilled out your mouth as he felt much bigger than he seemed, moving at a slow pace yet still hitting your g-spot with every thrust. His cold laugh sent shivers down your back where Jeongin’s hand was stragically placed in order to keep you bent down, the other hand wrapped around your hip.

“You’ve been fantisasing about this, haven’t you?” he groaned to which you tsked.

“I think you’re talking about yourself, babyboy. With your nose in those books all day you surely must have read heaps of erotica.”

He slammed his hips against yours making you mewl out in pleasure, trying to hold onto the shelf but only knocking down more books.

“Don’t c-call me that!” he defended himself from the shameful nickname you had given him but you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“You’re adorable, you know that babyboy?”. Your gibbling laughter annoyed Jeongin causing him to push you back, his big hands wrapping gently around your neck and choking you slightly making your high-pitched whimpers more frequent. His pace quickened as he was nearing his orgasm and you could once again feel him twitching, only this time he was twitching inside your sopping cunt which further caused the knot in your stomach to tighten.

“J-jeongin,,,f-fuck”. Shutting your eyes you saw a spectrum of colors fly by as your head spinned from the impending orgasm. The dark haired boy smirked, his eyebrows furrowed as he thrusted into your squelching cunt, the filthy noise completely muffling out the babble of the radio. Being his first time he was annoyingly good, pleasuring you in the ways you were longing for.

A broken moan erupted as the hand around your neck descended down, stopping for a moment to give your nipples a twist before settling at your swollen clit. The fast circling movement of his long fingers paired with his relentless thrusting made you see stars behind your stinging eyes. You were unraveling at the seams in his touch but so did Jeongin, his final thrusts sloppy as a string of whines left his soft lips.

Your legs gave up on you when you finally released, the knot in your core melting away as your juices coated Jeongin’s aroused dick. Jeongin crashed his hips against you one last time, the impact causing your butt to bounce against him. He pulled out quickly, dick twitching in his hand before his hot semen ran down your buttcheek as you were panting, holding onto anything on the dusty and creaky wooden shelf.

Jeongin last cries echoed in your ears as he milked his dick out of every cumdrop, his glasses slipping off the tip of his nose. The hot substance quickly cooling off while trickling down as you tried to stand up, putting a hand onto Jeongin’s shoulder.

“Y-you good?” he stuttered, scared that he’d hurt you.

“Yeah... think so” was what you managed to say before falling into Jeongin’s sturdy embrace. He let out a surprised squeal as he caught you, snickering quietly at your struggle to hold yourself up.

“I guess I’m your first friend in town now” he smiled shyly as you looked at him naively. Blushing profusely, you looked deep into his dangerously sweet eyes that were rimmed by his thin wire glasses.

“I guess you are”.

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fanfic-cave · 3 years

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Abandoned

Rating: SFW/PG-13 (although theres kissing and stuff if you dont want to read that in public)

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Hunter x Fem Jedi!OC

Warnings: Angst, fighting and arguing, talks about order 66/jedi being killed, making out it gets a little heated ya’ll

Summary: Hunter has discovered Sera's intentions to abandon the team and leave. The have an argument, amongst other things. Does she stay, or will she leave the bad batch for good?

Authors note: More OC stuff, I just get scenes in my head and I have to write them out. This is the furthest ahead ive gotten in the story I think. I have ideas of other things (which kinda get hinted at here), but im not sure how exactly I want to accomplish them.

Be sure to check out my post and put in your 2 cents on what I should write next!

Tags: @mangoberry99

You walked into the small, dark room, with Hunter right on your heels. He was definitely mad at you.

You tightened the mask on your face, and kept your hood up. Hunter switched the lights on and shut the door. “You were going to leave?” Hunters voice was raised, practically growling. He whipped around to look at you, his eyebrows arched and nostrils flaring. Yup. Pissed.

“I don’t expect you to understand.” You folded your arms defensively. “Just cause you’re a Jedi?” Hunter spoke loudly. “You owe us an explanation.” Somehow you thought Hunter really meant that you owed him an explanation.

You turned your face away, saying nothing. You didn’t feel obliged to share anything, you just wanted to retreat and hide like you always had. Hunters mouth turned down into a frown, and you could tell he was getting more upset. “I hate to break it to you, but being a Jedi doesn’t make you more special or different than the rest of us-"

“Hold on a damn minute-" you interjected, uncrossing your arms.

“And you don’t get to shut us out just because you are one.” He spat it out and you felt your face heat up with anger. “You were going to go without saying goodbye, Sera. You realized how messed up that is?” He was yelling now.

“I told you, you wouldn’t understand!” You yelled back. Your hands balled up into fists.

“No, I don’t! How could you befriend us, gain our trust, and just leave? Omega-"

“Don’t.” you interrupted before he could finish. Your voice had lowered in pitch, but it was loud and it echoed around the room. “Don’t bring her into this.” You were doing this to protect them, especially her. You didn’t want him to guilt trip you by using her.

“It would’ve destroyed her. You can’t face that? That you were going to abandon her?”

“You have no right-!” You turned to face him, pointing a finger at him and walking up to him.

“Take that damn thing off.” Hunter said. You froze. You knew he was referring to the mask. He stared at you with a hard look on his face, still fuming with anger. “I said take it off.” He ordered.

You yanked it off and threw it at his feet, hoping to hit his foot. He easily moved his left foot to avoid getting hit. “Happy?” You threw up your hands as you said it, venom laced in your tone. Your mask felt like your defense, a protection. You felt safe with it, and you had worn it since abandoning the clone wars and the Jedi order. You felt too vulnerable and exposed without it right now.

“Don’t lecture me, I know what I was doing, and I-" your voice cracked. You took a step back and took a breath. “I thought it was better than the alternative.” Your voice was quieter now. You looked down, then you turned around, your back to him. You didn’t want to see him, to face him. You placed your hands on the table in front of you, leaning forward and taking slow deep breaths.

“How would that be better?” Hunter's voice was lower in volume, matching yours. He seemed upset, but not angry anymore. He sounded hurt, or maybe sad.

You finished another deep breath. “The Jedi are being hunted down. I can only hide for so long.” Your voice was much quieter now, barely above a whisper. You felt weight on your chest as you said it. You crossed your arms and hugged yourself, trying to squeeze away the tight feeling in your chest. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. “I could feel it when the Jedi were killed, Hunter. Thousands of voices being silenced. And now, I can feel it.” Hunter waited for you to finish. “The Empire knows there are hidden Jedi across the galaxy, and they’re going to come and find us.”

You turned to face him, tears in your eyes. Hunter looked worried as he listened to you, watching your movements. “If you’re with me, you could all be killed.” You choked out the last part, the tears coming out. You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to hold in the cries that escaped your mouth.

You squeezed your eyes tight and couldn’t see, but you felt arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you in. You received the hug and wrapped your arms around Hunters torso, then buried your face into his chest. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, the sobbing escaping you, ripping through your chest.

“Shh,” Hunter quietly began comforting you. You felt his hand stroking your hair, the other arm squeezing you tight against him. You held onto him as you cried, like holding him would help you hold yourself together.

You stayed there for a minute, quietly sobbing while Hunter stroked your hair and quieted your cries. After a minute had passed, he spoke. “You remember what I told you when we found out you were a Jedi?” He paused and you waited quietly, tears still rolling down your cheeks. “I said we would protect you.” You had stopped sobbing, and you took shaky breaths in and out.

You felt him kiss the top of your head. You pulled away from his chest to look up at him. He wiped the tears out of your eyes with his thumb. “I promise, I won’t let the Empire kill you,” he had grabbed your chin, and looked into your eyes with intensity as he spoke. You smiled at his optimism. Normally you might argue that he couldn’t guarantee that, but he looked so set in his decision. You didn’t think you could persuade him otherwise.

He leaned in to press his forehead against yours, and you met him halfway, enjoying the moment of closeness. You felt like he was grounding you, keeping you here in the moment instead of fearing for the future. “Is this okay?” You felt his breath hit your face as he spoke. It was warm, and he smelled nice. You nodded. He squeezed you around the waist and pulled you in tighter, your hips now touching.

You felt your heart skip a beat. You two had never been quite this affectionate. You had an idea that Hunter might feel something more than friendship towards you. There had been moments, exchanged glances, lingering touches. Conversation where you both opened up, and had been vulnerable with each other. You already knew how you felt, but never were quite sure where exactly he stood.

You opened your eyes, and examined his face. You could see details that you couldn’t make out without being this close. The details in his tattoos, the shape of his eyes, of his face, his mouth. You felt yourself become more brave. You tilted your face to the right, your nose skimming past his. His lips were not even an inch away from yours now.

You saw Hunter's eyes open, and he was watching you. You waited, not wanting to advance more without permission. You held eye contact for a moment. He looked at you questioningly, processing what you were doing. You waited for him to pull away or come closer. You quietly froze there, the two of you only breathing and examining each other in your closeness, neither of you sure what would happen. You found yourself getting lost in his brown eyes for that short moment.

Suddenly Hunters lips were against yours, his hand at the back of your neck, fingers reaching into your hair. You breathed in through your nose, and your bodies began to move together. You felt yourself rise up to your toes to reach him, to get closer. Your arms were still wrapped around his torso, and you pulled yourself closer to him, just as his other hand gently pushed you in from the small of your back, trying to close every gap between your bodies.

After a minute, Hunter pulled away to allow yourselves a second to breath. He studied your face, like he was trying to memorize it. “It’s about damn time.” You said between breaths, and he laughed. His eyes seemed to light up with excitement. You reached up to his neck and brought him back in. You felt a burning in your chest as you continued kissing him. You wrapped your fingers around his biceps, and began to push him towards the nearest wall. He let you move him, his arms around your waist, making sure you came right along with him. You went back up on your toes, reaching to kiss him.

Hunters hands shifted away from you, then you felt them grab you underneath your thighs. You were suddenly lifted up, your legs reflexively wrapping around him. You gasped and broke from the kiss, holding onto him to keep yourself from falling.

“I’ve got you.” He spoke confidently, placing one hand on your shoulder as the other fully held you up. Then, he took a few steps and set you down on the table. Your face was now an even height with his. You made a face “You think I’m too short to kiss you?” You huffed out. Hunter smiled and said “You are kinda short-“

“Oh shut up.” You grabbed his shoulders and forcefully brought him back in. You tightened your legs on him, as if trying to lock him in place. He had one hand on your hip, the other touched the back of your shoulder where your bare skin was exposed. It felt like a fire was ignited where his fingertips met your skin. Hunter broke away and planted kisses on your cheek, then he moved to your jaw. You felt yourself reach at his shirt on his back, tempted to start pulling at it. You felt intoxicated by the moment, drinking in the bliss you felt as his kisses moved to your neck.

Wait. How did I get here again?

You released him and pulled away gently as the thought crossed your mind. Hunter stopped and took a step back from you, being sure to give you space if you wanted it. Your legs no longer were wrapped around him, you sat on the table and Hunter stood just a foot away from you. “Did I overstep?” Hunter asked. He watched you carefully, concern written all over his face.

“No, no I loved that Hunter,” you reached your hand out and grabbed his. You gave him a reassuring squeeze. “I’m just trying to process. Weren’t we just fighting?” You looked back up at him. He looked up, trying to recall the events. “Right, and then you were crying-“

“And now we’re kissing.” You laughed and shook your head. “That really escalated huh?” You looked back up to him as you spoke. Hunter was smiling, he looked genuinely happy.

You ran your hand through your hair, your braid now very much messed up. You began to undo it. Hunters smile faded and his eyebrows knitted together.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You won’t leave, right?” He asked, the brooding expression you were all too familiar with was set back onto his face.

“Oh.” Right, I was going to leave. You felt your heart squeeze. “No, I don’t think I will.” You said after thinking. Hunter sighed in relief. “Good.” He approached you again, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I wouldn’t let you anyways.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “Oh, you wouldn’t let me?” Like he could stop me. You kept that thought in your head.

“No.” He spoke firmly. His eyes locked with yours, and he looked determined. “I know the empire is hunting down the last of the Jedi, but we’re not exactly on good terms with them either.” You listened as he spoke.

“I don’t like the thought of you trying to survive on your own. I’ve always had my brothers, and having a squad, or a family, to rely on has gotten us all through it. I want you to rely on us, let us help you.” He put a hand on your cheek as he finished, and leaned in closer to you. He looked almost sad as he said it. You realized if he really cared about you, the thought of you leaving must hurt as much as leaving him would’ve hurt you.

You took a deep breath, then spoke. “Since I left the order, and the war, I’ve always been on my own. Having someone to rely on again has been a bit of an adjustment.” Hunter kept his eyes fixed on you, hand still on your cheek. You moved to put your hand on top of his. “I’m still learning how not to run, and I don’t want to run from you.” You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes. “Honestly, I think I love you.”

Hunters eyes widened a bit as you said it. You smiled and you could feel yourself blushing. Now, though, you weren’t ashamed.

You saw Hunters eyes move to the door and back to you. Then you heard foot steps and Omega calling for Hunter. “I love you too.” He whispered it, and the door opened.

I know. You mouthed it, then slid off the table to stand next to him. You could practically hear him roll his eyes and you smiled.

I don’t think I could leave now. Not even if I wanted to.

#the bad batch #tbb #star wars #tcw #clones #hunter #hunter x reader #hunter x jedi #jedi #order 66

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pumpkin-pi-e · 3 years

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Close Shave

Warning: shaving, eventual oral, dubious consent

Pairing: Yandere EM x fem!reader

“Hizashi!” Your cry is equal parts alarmed and fearful as you feel something cold skim across your mons. You flinch on instinct, and push up on your elbows to look down at him.

“Calm down, pookie. ‘m not even holdin’ the razor.” He’s sprawled between your spread legs, an opened jar of exfoliating scrub beside him. He raises his coated hands for you to see and wiggles his fingers to show their absence.

“I get yer nervous an’ all, but ya can’t be squirmin’ so much when it comes time to actually use it, don’t wanna accidentally nick you, ‘kay?” He scoops another generous handful of the scented scrub; it’s pink, and you get a whiff of cotton candy.

“‘Sides! We’re not quite there yet, still got to two whole steps to groove through.” His touch finds you again, and the cold sensation returns. Your body jumps at the contact, though not entirely from the chill.

“Guess I shoulda’ warmed my hands first, huh?”

Ever so gently, he begins working the mixture into your skin, ensuring the sugar crystals are never abrasive but rather pleasant. Patient as he is thorough, he takes his time, massaging every inch he can reach, exercising the utmost care when tending to your nooks and crannies, mindful of your sensitive pearl. Perhaps you could enjoy his ministrations if you weren’t so wound up. Distantly, you hear the sound of the tap shutting off.

“Try and relax, Kitten. We won’t hurt you,” Shouta steps out from your bathroom carrying a basin of water, and he takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to his husband. Peering into it, you see a washcloth floating in a bed of pink bath salts—soaking up their contents as they dissolve. These too are scented you note, and smell of roses. This is supposed to help with your relationship, they’d said; opening up to them and offering vulnerability, with them offering warmth and praise in kind. They wholly believed that if you gave them the opportunity, they could show just how well they’d treat you, how well they could take care of you.

If you’d only let them.

“We understand how difficult it must be to place yourself in such a vulnerable position,” He’s right, you’ve never felt so exposed. “but please bear with us.”

As if to spite his request, your legs snap closed—trapping Hizashi’s hands and catching him off guard.

“Babe?”

Despite your apprehensiveness, his incessant petting was starting to have an effect on you. A caress concentrated just above the hood of your clitoris had sent shockwaves through your core. And you’d acted purely on instinct. A sound of surprise left you, and Hizashi echoed it, prompted by having you clamp down on him so suddenly—a duet of sorts.

“You okay, boo boo bear? Did I hurt you?”

Immediately he’s in your line of vision and fussing over you. “I am so sorry, angel. You know I’d never hurt you on purpose, right?“ He’s all baby talk as he makes a quick scan of your face, desperately searching your eyes, hoping to find your forgiveness within them. You flush under the imploring pout he gave, he looked like a kicked puppy.

“N-no. You...you didn’t hurt me.” You admit looking away, pointedly ignoring the second set of eyes dissecting you apart. Hizashi’s head tilts in confusion.

“Then...what?”

“I’m just sort of....sort of...uh,”

“Sensitive.” Aizawa supplied.

You went up in flames. You fall back on the mattress covering your heated face. You aren’t given any respite in your feeble hideaway however as calloused hands are instantly—albeit gently guiding yours away. “It’s hardly anything to be embarrassed over. Nothing more than a natural response to stimulus; you’re okay, kitten. We’ve got you.” Shouta’s face is revealed, having rose from the bed to kneel beside you; and subsequently so is yours, prompting a coo of ‘There’s my pretty baby!’ from Hizashi. “Just let us take care of you, darling girl.” A soft kiss is placed upon your lips, and two more are delivered to the inside of each upturned wrist before they’re set free. He stands to rejoin his husband, and Hizashi taps his fingers against your thigh, polite and humble, a silent petition for his hand to be released. When you accede, Hizashi places a kiss to your inner thigh in atonement.

A whine escaped you as he continued to manipulate your flesh.

“I know, sweetie, I know.”

Shouta wrings out the washcloth and Hizashi gratefully accepts it with a smile, expressing his gratitude via a brief kiss shared between the two. “Don’t worry, pumpkin. I’ll be careful, I promise.” True to his word, his touch is featherlight as the cloth swabs your sensitive cleft, gently taking away the scrub. Yet you still shiver as it drags over your button, eliciting a mewl of discomfort. Your hips go back and your body recedes into the mattress, an involuntary attempt to escape the sensation.

Hizashi is hurried in his apology,

“Ah—No honey, you don’t have to do that. I’m sorry, puddin’. I’ll be more thoughtful of your bits.“

They’re quick to offer reassurance and praise. Shouta speaks softly to you in a low murmur, about how well you’re doing, how good you were being for them, he effused geniality in an effort to soothe. In the meantime, Hizashi finishes his task and is now rinsing the rag; it’s wrung a second time before its lovingly laid over your intimates, shielding them from view. It’s warm, and you get another waft of floral perfume. They address you with sweet-sounding coos, making idle conversation as the hot towel softens your peach fuzz, prepping the hairs so that the shaving process is smooth, no hitches in the road so to speak.

The heroes were all too aware of your unease, and they do their best to allay your fears of what was to come. Hizashi, who’d held the cotton cloth snug withdraws after a short time. He’d noticed your subtle little arches into his touch, and as tempted as he was to apply the pressure you were so obviously seeking, this was a bonding exercise. And he wouldn’t betray your trust like that. Undoubtedly, it had taken a significant amount to bare yourself before them.

He’d act only on your instruction.

Yours to command, if you led he’d follow.

The wash rag is returned in favor of a brand new canister of shaving cream. The emcee gives it a good shake before squeezing a healthy dollop into his waiting palm, he then transfers it to you. His tongue pokes out in concentration as he’s patting puffs of the thick white cream over your surface. You aren’t surprised that it’s fragrant, every product Hizashi bought for you was. You are however pleasantly surprised to find that it’s tepid, heated in the basin by Shouta whilst you’d been otherwise distracted. He dispenses another blob of foam, although this time it’s aimed directly at the source; the gloppy substance pilling atop itself in stiff heaps, resembling whipped frosting. The cream is evenly distributed, and after one more pat for good measure the couple trade places.

Shouta kneels in front of you, and your breath hitches as you catch sight of the blade. They’d tactfully kept the razor out of view, fearing it’d only frighten you all the more. Your legs draw together, retracting towards your chest. You back towards the headboard and he follows, beckoning to you softly. “It’s okay, pretty.” Your unconscious retreat is halted by Hizashi, his hands stilling your waist. The pros croon anew as they beg after you.

“Please let us care for you.”

“We can be kind, so very kind.”

“We can treat you so kindly, kitty,”

“let us show you.”

Shouta hesitates, ensuring he has your permission before grasping your hands, squeezing them gently. The shaver long abandoned.

“We would never harm a hair on your precious head.” He reassures, pressing close. The erasure hero hovers above you, looking down into your eyes to convey the sincerity in his.

‘’Zashi and I want nothing but to prove our love,” Guiding your hand upward, he makes it so that your fingers are splayed on his chest. He holds it over his heart. It’s such an intimate action that it gives rise to a gasp. His intention is to pacify, a desperate bid to reach as well to ease your troubled heart as he spills his—a heart-to-heart. “to show how sweet we can be, if you’d just open up to us. If you’d simply trust in us. Please, please let us in.” Aizawa head bumps you, nuzzling into your hair. Pleading with you.

It was okay to let your guard down. You needn’t walk on eggshells around them they way you did, and this trust exercise was meant to prove such; this was a safe space, this was your home. And they wanted you to be comfortable within its loving walls—with them. They longed to be as much of a home to you as you were to them. If you allowed yourself, you’d see how happy you’d be, how happy they could make you. Oh, the love they’d lavish you in both day and night if you’d only let them.

They were only asking for a piece; a piece of yourself, and they’d give you all of them in return. “You’re safe with us, (name).”

“We only wanna treat’cha right, mama.” Hizashi affirmed, cozying up to your side.

“I’ll play nice. I’ll be so, so tender.” Shouta breathed, his breath titillating your skin in warm wisps, inducing goosebumps as his forehead kisses yours. The confessions of affection stoke a chary flame, one you’d put up on a shelf to contemplate the day they stole you away. It still burned, and you’d forever carry it. For a moment his eyes lower, skimming the beauteous contours that made up their skittish darling; finding charm in all the imperfections made perfect in his love. A fleeting glance to clenched muscles, and they return. His eyes beseech yours, adoration as well as veneration swim in those deep obsidian pools, obsession skirting their limits. His next words kindle a fire in your lower belly,

“Would you please spread your pretty legs for me?”

It was spoken like a prayer.

“Won’t you spread those gorgeous thighs?” Hizashi chimed.

A shuddered inhale is your reply. The strives for air come in stuttered gasps; they pleaded with such an unction that it had stolen your breath and robbed you of your voice. You had to break that impassioned gaze; he’d looked at you like you were his salvation—his restoration. As if his very life clung from your lips, and with the right word, you could save him. You just had to look away. It was far too intimate, and you couldn’t bare it.

You comply, glancing off to the side as your legs part for him.

“Hmm-!” Your eyes fly back—widening as you’re kissed unceremoniously. It’s a stark contrast to the ravenettes usual affections: moderate and wholesome. This kiss was anything but. It’s fiery, hasty, and oh so electric. Lost in feverish excitement, he kissed you again and again, expressing his gratitude. He’d misplaced his restraint, and drew kiss after sugared kiss from those lips that granted his wish.

“Thank you, beautiful.” Aizawa’s broad smile lit up his face, crinkling his eyes. He kissed you once more, this press is warm and devout. He looked as if he’d asked for the moon, and you’d given it to him. “thank you...” The hero holds your lips in another tender kiss. “thank you...” His sigh is heartfelt as his forehead reconnects with yours. He parts from you with one last brush. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Shouta retakes his position between your legs, and as soon as he does you’re swept up in another kiss; this one long and hot-blooded, It sizzled like pop rocks and exploded like fireworks; your body hummed like the strum of a thousand guitar strings, and with a moan, you sang along just as though it was your favorite song. He didn’t need speakers to amplify his love, his cherishing and cheer came through loud and clear.

#i totally forgot #enjoy this unfinished wip #i dunno what to tag this #yandere erasermic x reader #yell at me to finish this if you like it #I don’t even know what this is 😆#eventual smut

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iloveitwhen · 3 years

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jasonette but like siblings but like angst- like that whole trope where they are blood related and got separated, or they didnt get separated idk thats cool too i just want some sibling jasonette😅

Wow. ok. uhmmmm. this is a lot i think?? I got a little jk a lot carried away and this past week was super busy so i’ll finish the second part later??

Again... a lot...

Jason is walking home after another night at the bar when he sees a small woman, teenager? Slip into a dark alleyway and two men follow in after her a few moments later.

Jason curses and bolts across the street, what was this girl thinking? How stupid do you have to be to go into a dark alley where no one will hear you or care to help?

He jumps into the alley to find one man already slumped on himself on the floor and the other getting kicked in the teeth by army boots then falling limply.

Jason curses again, impressed this time. He scans over the men noting that they probably had pretty good concussions judging from the dent in the garbage can the first man was laying next to and the way the second guy’s head smacked onto the concrete when he fell. He lands his eyes back on the woman, no, definitely a teenager, with a smile on his face that instantly falters. The girl is in a fighting stance and waiting for him to attack so he quickly raises his hands to placate her.

“I’m not here to fight you, I saw you get followed and I was coming to help.”

“Nobody helps in Gotham,” she states, a dangerous edge to her voice that held a carefully hidden accent.

“Not from around here, are you?”

The girl narrows her eyes, “I was born and raised here, take a step further and you won’t be waking up tomorrow.”

Jason pockets his hands and smirks. He likes her, she’s a fighter, she reminds him of himself when he was younger.

“Ok. Just make sure you make it home safe. A girl’s going to get some unwanted attention at a time and place like this.” He turns around and crosses the street but as soon as he’s out of her sight he turns back and hides in the shadows to track her and make sure no one else tries to catch her alone. Just because she could handle herself the first time doesn’t mean she’s necessarily safe from the next attempt.

The girl exits the alley and starts toward the direction of Jason’s apartment calmly as if she didn’t just get attacked. At least that means less walking for him. After a few minutes she slips into another dark alley, of course she does, and Jason crosses the street again going into his own empty alley before pulling his helmet on and scaling the building. As he peers over the side of the building his helmet scans the area giving him feedback he would normally miss due to the horrible lighting and telling him that the alley was empty. He figured she had somehow gotten into one of the buildings and decided to go home by rooftops since he was already up there.

However, as he landed on the opposite rooftop his feet slipped from underneath him. Jason managed to roll out of it but before he could get his footing his hip was kicked into and he stumbled, tripped over a seemingly perfectly placed rock and smashed his head on the side of the stair house. Then, just as quickly as this all transpired, there was a body behind him, they hooked their fingers under his helmet and lifted it to expose his neck and press a knife with jagged points onto his neck. How did he know the knife had jagged points? Good question, it was, as previously mentioned, against his neck and piercing into his skin, drawing blood.

“Why are you following me?” a girl’s voice filters through his mask and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His mask let him know through the constant visuals that the voice belonged to a female in their late teens, not that he didn’t already know that.

“Making sure you got home safe,” he says carefully, weighing his options and trying to decide if he should let her feel like she got him or escape with a slight nick on his neck.

Eh. Jason preferred to not have a bleeding neck no matter how small the cut.

“Lies,” she hisses, digging the knife a bit deeper as a warning, maybe getting out sooner was a better idea. “What do you want?”

“Knife off my throat first,” he manages without pushing his neck further onto the blade.

A second later the girl releases him and jumps back with enough space between them to react if he ended up deciding to attack her.

Jason gives her a quick glance as he stands up, a hand to his throat to check for blood.

“I wasn’t lying-”

“You’re not fooling anyone you Red Hood wannabe,” she snaps. Jason just laughs in surprise, no one has ever accused him of being a Red Hood wannabe. He's the one who made the mantle into something to respect, something to fear. He stops laughing and levels a glare at the girl, his helmet telling him unhelpfully there was no match of facial recognition in any database.

“I am Red Hood-” he started to growl out but she cut him off again. The audacity.

“Red Hood wouldn’t have been caught by the person he was trailing, Red Hood wouldn’t have been caught off guard, Red Hood doesn’t have a stupid streak of white hair on his head. He may have been a theatre nerd but he wouldn’t do that.”

Wait what.

“What are you talking about?” But it was more of a demand than a question.

“You’re not…” she trailed off waving her hand in the air trying to find a word, “slick. Same jacket, same shoes, same build, yeah. You’re not fooling anyone.”

“Ok. Whatever, I’m going home.” He turns and starts jogging across the rooftop towards home. So much for helping out.

“Where is he?” she calls out after him.

“Right here, princess,” he spat before jumping to the other rooftop.

But as soon as his feet leave the building a big dark blue warbly hole appears and swallows him before he can react. Unfortunately for him the other side of that weird black hole was a face full of concrete.

“Prove you’re him.”

Oh this girl was something else. Jason shakes his disorientation away, he didn’t know how she did that, nor did he care but he was pissed. He swings his foot around and connects with her ankle, she falls as expected but easily bounces right back up and hops out of his range.

“Do that again and I’ll have to break my no killing kids rule,” he growls out, staring her down for a moment. Her face was finally lit by the dim yellow street lamps and he could see the entirety of her face and all the raw emotions she was trying to hide. For a split second familiarity passed through him, like when you see someone at the library then at the store a few weeks later or you see an old school friend ten years later and can’t quite place them. Jason dismisses the feeling and turns to go.

“Wait.” She says it so vulnerably that Jason gives her a chance, when he turns she pulls up her sleeve and shows off her forearm.

In the center of her arm is a faded black tattoo that was a writing symbol, but because of its name and one of its uses it was used to brand child soldiers in Gotham from a particular gang that Red Hood obliterated as soon as his first order of business in Gotham.

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It was the double dagger, or better known in Gotham as the death dagger. The children were expendable although highly trained and dangerous, they could give Damian a run for his money in the child assassin department. The tattoo was a reminder to the children and to the people they came across that they were soulless, emotionless, their lives and actions were not their own and they would give their lives willingly for the mission

Meaning who they were before was dead. No family, no connections, no one would notice if they went missing and no one would be able to identify their bodies if and when the time came. Sometimes poor families would sell one of their children and promise to forget them and to never contact them.

Jason was led to assume that this was another child soldier looking to thank him, or kill him. It was 50/50 these days, some of those kids just never recovered.

“So what is it that you want? You want my autograph across your head?” Jason asks dryly.

The girl just huffs and pulls her sleeve back down.

“I want to know if my brother is underneath that mask.”

I want to know if my brother is underneath that mask.

The words struck Jason deep in his chest but it only fueled his anger. He didn’t know why that hit so deep but he was not in the mood for this nor would he be at any time.

“Just because I ended that gang doesn’t mean we’re family. Go find your other assassin siblings to play house with.”

“Annette,” she calls after as he turns his back again. A strike of familiarity pulses through him and when he hesitates she continues, “that was my name before I was initiated. I was one of the first. Daddy’s little girl,” she was still talking louder than necessary since he hadn’t turned back around. “I’m the only one left from The 13.”

Right. The 13. That’s what everyone called the first batch even as they were killed off, they were the most ruthless being the oldest and were also the most aggressive in proving their worth. It was common to find a number from 1-13 placed strategically behind at the crime scene, whoever had the most successful missions would be highly rewarded, or so he was told.

“Do you remember?”

“I remember destroying that gang and their stupid leader and having to kill some of your little friends and I also remember The 13 died within the first year and a half and were easily replaced by their younger friends.”

“Do you remember me?”

“Look, kid,” he finally turns to look at her, “I don’t care, ok? Yay whoopdeedoo I saved you, get in line. It’s what I do, kill bad people and let the rest walk away. You’re not special.”

“Annette Marie Todd,” she says hurriedly, like it’s a last resort. “Jason Peter Todd,” she continues, “just you. Me. And a blitzed out Mom.”

Jason did not like this, he knew the Dagger Children were ruthless and expert manipulators but this was pushing it. He spun around to face her, ripping off his helmet, she already knew what he looked like and it was in the way of his death glare.

“You don’t know who you are messing with. If you really were a Dagger you’d know that I am not one to be fucked with.” He slides his helmet back on and without a backward glance he runs off to the next roof and continues home. Thankfully not another portal thing opens up in front of him.

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Jason didn’t have a sister. He did not have a sister. He would remember having a sister. He would remember having a Dagger for a sister. But Annette was such a familiar name. And she had said her name was Annette Marie Todd. Todd.

No that’s stupid. Impossible. She was just messing with him, for all he knew she could have been subtly showing her face in random places for him to react to the familiarity of her face and she could have said the name sometime in the last few months for him to vaguely recognize the sound of her name but not place it.

But the Lazarus pit did alter his memories from childhood, it was like looking through a fog of red anger, or maybe it was always like that even before the pit, and it also completely wiped out other parts of his memory. But a sister? No. No way.

Hours of this, circling around the possibilities and shifting around on his bed trying to get comfortable until he finally drifted off in a very restless sleep.

Jason found himself in a familiar apartment, the one he lived in before his “mother” died. He looked around and it was more of the feeling of familiarity that convinced him where he was than anything else. He steps aside for a younger version of himself to run by him and turns to the window that led out to the fire escape and watches him climb out of it and close the window. Jason turns back around to see what Young Jason was hiding from. A man hands a thick envelope to his mother, Catherine Todd who had wrapped herself in a thin silk robe, her bony frame visible as well as her happy focus on the money inside that envelope. Jason couldn’t make out the man’s face but he turned around and grabbed the small hand of a little girl in pigtails. She turned her head and faced the window sending a smile but he couldn’t quite make out her face so he instead turned to himself sitting outside.

As he turned his surroundings changed but in his dreamstate he paid no mind to it. This time he was standing in an aisle of a store as a child. He looked around and found his mother dressed embarrassingly in a thin tank top and ragged jeans and flip flops. He feels a squeeze of his hand and looks down, his little sister is looking up at him and pointing to a rack of stuffed animals of Clifford the Big Red Dog that were suddenly there. He sends her a smile and looks up, intent on catching up with his mother and asking her to buy one but as he chases her his intent slips from his mind and instead he wants to taste the cupcakes he just saw. He opens a case and takes a bite but yelling makes him turn around and there is Batman towering over him. Instead of a tasty cupcake he is holding something thick and metal, a crowbar. He throws it at the man and turns to run away and jumps out of the parking garage and jumps into the air flying up. But he’s too slow, he tries kicking and swimming in the air to propel himself further away from Batman but a hand wraps around his foot.

Jason jerks awake, breathing heavy and feeling uncomfortably hot. This was much more mild than his usual nightmares, if it could even be called a nightmare, but it was bad in a different way. It wasn’t unusual for Jason to be getting chased in his dreams by one thing or another and it always ended before whatever or whoever was chasing him got him but it was getting a little old honestly.

His head was pounding so he slipped out of bed and poured himself a glass of water from the kitchen. As he takes a sip he recalls his dream and how he had looked down at his sister. But that couldn’t be right.

A searing pain in his head forces him to tighten his grip on his cup before it goes away again. Stupid head. Stupid dream. Stupid girl trying to get in his head.

As he lays back down a memory of clear grey eyes flashes across his mind’s eye.

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Throughout the next few days Jason tries to ignore the headaches and his dreams of the young black haired girl with grey eyes and of getting chased which was more frequent and more urgent than he remembered them being. It was just all a big waste of time. At least the Dagger girl wasn’t trying to find him anymore, he didn’t know how he would react if she showed up again.

After another dream of getting chased, this time he was just so tired of it he got a few good punches in on the Bane/Joker demon that was chasing him when his phone buzzes, startling him awake. He ignores it in favor of a cup of coffee and checks the time on the oven that he never uses, it’s almost two o’clock.

His phone buzzes again several more times in quick succession. He finally heads over and clicks his phone on to see five messages from Stephanie.

Replacement’s replacement🤰

so u have a little sister and u never told me???

anyways shes at the big house and getting interrogated by bruce and i think hes ready to adopt her

hello

so rude

i mean it looks to me shes tellin the truth but like seems sus for obvious reasons and ur the only one that'll actually know so… hurry up??

Jason curses and rushes to grab his things before running outside and zooming to the Wayne Manor on his motorcycle.

welp i’ll add with another part soon that i havent finished yet but anywho let me know if jason is too ooc or something😁😁

#sibling jasonette #maribat #this is real late #sorry about it #is it angsty??#im not that great at angst #also tumblr was not letting me use the cool version of that symbol #just rude #btw I edited this feb.23 just so you know but not very big changes #i dont know if you care or not

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