#(and it’s rapidly moving beyond just attraction i think my face needs to get closely acquainted with a semi truck going 80 on the freeway)

[oldmanfuckerbrigade]

free me from this prison (attracted to a man)

[say-narry]

Note: English isn’t my first language. Hope you all like it. Please, give me your opinion with a reblog, fav or a note in my askbox :)

pairing: Louis!peaky blinders era x reader

warnings: explicit sex, unprotected sex (don't do that!), curse words, daddy kink, overstimulation, dirt talk, mention of jealousy, mention of astrology.

Words: 4k

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Astrology

In my spare time I loved to read about astrology. It was a habit I adhered to since I was a teenager and now as an adult, it was my secret cringe.

So many times, the things described there met the personality traits of someone I knew and that made me believe it even more.

Sure, there were some holes in the script, but I had been in this world forever, so I just ignored that and kept it as a supposed truth and that was only affirmed when I met Louis.

Friends in common, I liked the way his accent sounded, a few drinks here and there, we shared the lighter to light the cigarette and ended up kissing at the end of the party at Calvin's house.

That was a year ago now.

I already knew all his quirks and as Louis lived more at my place than at his mansion here in London, he had to follow my rules, which was a little difficult even though he is Capricorn. Lately it was complicated to deal with him, because he seemed to ignore me and my weekly horoscope had already said that my relationship would be shaken by the smallest things and that I should be careful.

"Babe, don't leave your shoes like that. I already asked for them!" I complained as I placed our shoes side by side by the door. This was one of his manners that annoyed me deeply. "My friends will be here soon!"

"Nah." he muttered, not even looking at me.

I snorted and rolled my eyes, going to check the cheese and chocolate fondue I was preparing.

My friends Peter, Anne, Sam and Paul were coming over for happy hour. I am on vacation at work, an accounting office, so this is a perfect opportunity to hear what's new.

"Babe, is there any way to go to that grocery store down the street? I forgot that Anne has a gluten allergy and forgot to buy the gluten-free bagel." I stirred the melted cheese in the small pot on the stove.

No response from Louis.

Because my house is small, there's no way he couldn't hear me. I stretched my body back a little and in my half vision through the door, I could see that Louis was still concentrating on the smartphone game while gnawing on the corner of his left thumb.

I took another deep breath, it seemed that Louis became a child watching the games on the device and this was another flaw of his sign's characteristic, however I knew he was loyal and domineering, which eventually gave me an idea.

I turned off the stove and wrapped the fondues, putting them in the electric oven in warm-up mode so that they would not cool down.

My friends would arrive in half an hour, it was time to put my idea into practice.

I grabbed my purse, checked the pounds in my wallet, put on a sweatshirt and ran to the door.

"Luv, where are you going?" Louis asked without looking at me.

"Grocery store, babe." I put on my moccasins and closed the door.

It was dusk and for a change London was cold, for as soon as I passed the small gate in my driveway I sped to the grocery store.

As luck would have it, I found the guys a few meters from my house and ran to hug them.

"How are you, Y/N?" Sam, the blond girl with freckles and green eyes asked me as she released me from her hug.

"Fine! But I need a little help from all of you, specifically you, Paul and Anne." I pointed to them, who were inches away from me.

My couple of friends looked at me, Paul was a tall man with blue eyes, a muscular body and a beard. He was dating Anne, a tall, beautiful black woman with curly hair and honey-brown eyes with a mouth to envy.

"What happened?" Anne asked.

I explained to them that Louis seemed to be ignoring me as if I was just someone else working for him, but that he was the dominating type and so I wanted to tease him and see if we should continue with this relationship or if he was just distracted.

"I swear it won't go any further than that, I love Louis very much but this is killing me." I held the brown paper bag against me.

"Have you tried talking to him?" Peter suggested.

"Louis is a Capricorn, you know how it is. When he focuses on something, that's it." I rolled my eyes.

"That's fine with me, it will be fun watching a music star want to kill me because his wife wants me." Paul grabbed the bag from my hands and winked at me, and we laughed.

"It's fine with me too, you know I find it sexy to see men jealous." Anne winked at Paul, who closed his face, causing us to let out a few more low chuckles.

"I think there's a way we can help too." Sam put his arm around my neck and held Peter by the waist.

I had the best friends in the world.

"He simply came in halfway through the meeting with a huge mark on his neck. Emily wanted to climb the walls!" Peter commented on our co-worker.

We were all sitting on the floor of the room with the creams and fondue mixes on the coffee table. Louis was on my right side with black sweatpants and the jacket I loved so much, Paul was on my left side, next to him was Anne followed by Peter and Sam.

"But we know why Tom's nights out..." Sam looked at me suggestively and then looked at Anne. I straightened up waiting for what was to come.

Louis followed the conversation, sometimes hugging me around the waist and offering me something to eat. I just helped myself to a glass of red wine.

"Why?" Anne asked as if she didn't understand.

"Oh, you know, since the S/N went on vacation he has been gloomy, seems to have forgotten how to do calculations on the spreadsheets, and gets sad at lunchtime." Sam replied, alternating his gaze between Louis and me.

Louis, who was serving himself a piece of bread and cheese, grimaced, but said nothing.

"It's true, we know he's not over it yet."

I had the glass in my mouth trying to hold back the laugh I wanted to give.

"Get over what?" Louis asked me with a frown and I arched my shoulders, pretending not to know what they were referring to.

"Tom is in love with Y/N, Louis. Ever since she came to the office, he only has eyes for her." Anne answered by pouring herself some strawberry slices and pouring the melted chocolate on top. "You know, alluring and attractive men don't get over it so easily when they are dumped by a beautiful woman."

My eyes were watering from holding back tears of laughter. It was funny to imagine this situation, since Tom was a very well married gentleman, father of three children, and would soon be a grandfather.

"I'm going to get some more wine." I pushed myself to get up, because I needed to release the laughter that was stuck in me.

"I'll get it, babe." Paul took the glass from my hand, passing his hand through mine and stood up.

"Oh, thank you Paulie!" I smiled and sat back down.

Louis's face was red, he chewed angrily and stared at me. His blue eyes fixed on me in an uncomfortable way, as if he were reading my thoughts.

"What's up, babe?" I asked as Anne, Sam and Peter talked among themselves, I tried to stroke his face but he turned away.

"Nothing." he nodded, and I narrowed my eyes.

Paul returned with my full glass, I took it and thanked him again. Since I was sitting only on the carpet, I decided to do a little stretching. Purposefully, Paul looked at the open buttons of my black blouse that was thin and skinny long. Unconsciously, it was tighter than I usually wore which highlighted my breasts covered by the bra.

Louis seemed to notice, he huffed and ran his hand through his hair. I just ignored him and pretended to pay attention to my friends' conversation.

I felt his arm going around my shoulders and a few kisses on my neck, and I simply held myself together not to react, but it was so good his affection.

"We were talking about Tom before and now I remembered, can you believe that every day he comes into your office and wipes down your desk and computer?" Sam was sharp in the theater, I just wanted to thank her for that.

"And I'll tell you something else, he takes his shoes off before he comes in. " Peter continued.

Broadway was losing these actors to an accounting office. Louis leaned back on one of the sofas and crossed his arms with a brave expression.

"Tom has always been very nice to me." I commented, swirling the rest of the wine in my glass. "But I don't know..."

"I don't know, Y/N?" Louis spoke a little louder, turning his face abruptly to me.

"Yes, Tom is a nice guy but he is the kind of guy who ignores things I say, he was not organized and sometimes we almost missed deadlines... If he is like that at work, who will say to have a relationship with him."

I drank the rest of the wine and almost saw Louis erupt.

"Nothing beyond that stays between you?" I looked at Sam, who put his hand over his mouth, holding back his laughter, as did Anne, Paul, and Peter.

"Nah. " I repeated Louis' murmur from earlier and repeated his motion, leaning back against the couch behind me.

He ran his fingers through his bangs and chuckled gracelessly, denying it with his head. I narrowed my eyes in surprise at his reaction.

"It's getting late isn't it? Want some help cleaning up, petal?" Paul stroked my arm.

"I'll help my girl, Paulie." Louis imitated my voice when I called him and stared at Paul's hand on my arm, moving his mouth as if he were dissatisfied.

We talked some more, Louis was still silent and crossed his arms, his legs intertwined with each other and swinging rapidly.

I knew that Louis was about to explode, so I said goodbye to the guys who thanked me for the evening. Paul gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. They motioned for me to tell them by text what was going to happen, I silently agreed and closed the door.

Louis had gotten up and was removing things from the coffee table. I started to organize the room and finished taking the last dishes to the sink.

"You and this Tom guy, have you ever had anything?" Louis was sponging one of the dishes. His sleeves were rolled up, which gave me a view of the tattoos on his wrist that I liked so much.

I poured myself the rest of the wine and leaned back against the sink where he was standing.

"We only went out together once." Which was true, but it was with the rest of the office and nothing happened because his wife accompanied us and I saw him as a father or even an uncle. I would stay in my tantrum, yes, he was the one who should end his.

"Hm." Louis answered.

"Why the question?"

Louis remained silent, washing the dishes as if it were the most fun thing in the world.

"Louis? If I asked a question, I want an answer." I said angrily, tired of the tantrum.

He continued in silence. I took a deep breath trying to oxygenate my brain and continued to stare at him.

I drank the rest of the wine and left the glass in the sink. I walked slowly to the door, still trying to remain calm.

"Where are you going?" Louis asked.

I just turned and smiled, raising my two middle fingers in his direction.

"Fuck you!" I shouted nervously, pointing at him.

Without waiting for his response, I headed towards my room, but within three steps I felt something pulling me, two cold, wet hands.

Louis might be shorter than most men, but he still possessed great strength.

In one swift movement, I felt him turn me around and my back hit the wall to my right and my head bounced, causing me to grunt in pain.

Louis pressed his body against mine, my hands went up to push his chest.

"I don't want to talk, Louis." I said annoyed, almost in tears already.

"What's up, luv? Your babe wants to know... "Louis brushed his nose across my neck, soon after caressing my face by turning and pulling it slightly to the opposite side, my eyes automatically closed."What were those teasing things earlier?"

My body stiffened, I couldn't hide anything from him.

"Let go of me. " I asked, still pushing him slightly, but it came out more like a groan.

Louis let out a small laugh and began to distribute wet kisses down my neck, sometimes my body betrayed me and shivered.

Louis's right hand, which previously held my waist, lifted my blouse to gain access to the skin of my belly and with a rush, held my right breast, massaging it lovingly.

"I'm sure my girl is getting wet..." His warm breath hitched against the cartilage of my left ear. "You like to tease me by showing off those luscious breasts, but in the end you're all mine, aren't you?"

I groaned as if in agreement. My hands, which before had been pushing her breasts, had moved to her back, scratching the white fabric.

"Who's my little whore? Hm?" His teeth went to my jaw, scraping it lightly, and then down to my neck where I felt pressure being applied.

Oh, hell! He was marking me.

"I-I-I..." I answered weakly and brushed my crotch against his.

My body arched and I held on to his arms, I could already feel the throbbing in between my legs as they buckled.

"My silly little girl!" He moved a few inches away from me and I opened my eyes, staring at Louis's long lashes in front of his blue orbs that were almost covered by his dilated pupils. "I saw what you did with the whole Tom and Paulie thing."

When I regained consciousness, I bit my lower lip and smiled mischievously, returning my hands to his back.

"What are you going to do about it, stud?" I teased.

Louis's hands went around my waist as he made a point of kissing me fiercely and hotly. My hands grabbed his face, pulling him to me, afraid that he would just stop and leave me there, hot and needy for his touch.

His hands went down to unbutton my jeans and unzip me. I let out a moan in anticipation and I could feel him smile in the middle of the kiss.

Louis pulled away from me and spun me around, placing me face down against the wall.

"Louis..." I moaned softly, thrusting my ass toward him.

I felt his pelvis fit over my ass and his member was already hardening, I tried to make more contact, but his hands on my waist stopped me.

"I know, luv... I want you too." I felt his chest against my back as I closed my eyes and rested my head on the wall and pressed my hands against it, trying to support myself. "I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock as I fuck you very slowly, because I know you like to feel my cock pulsing in you."

I was already dizzy, biting my lower lip trying to hide my moans, until Louis pulled away and his hands hooked on the hem of my jeans and pulled them down.

"Spread your legs, Darlin'"

I did as he cried out, with a little difficulty because my jeans were still binding my legs and the state of my panties was embarrassing.

His hand slid up and down my ass, and then slapped me with his open hand, which made me jump in surprise.

"My girl doesn't like to be neglected, huh?" Shivers ran through me, my breathing was heavy and my brows furrowed and more slaps came, making my skin burn and my eyes water. "You get needy for my cock when I don't fuck you, don't you?"

In one swift act, my panties were keeping company with my jeans. I pushed my hips even higher, rubbing one leg against the other in an effort to relieve the agony my clit felt.

"Daddy will take care of you, luv!" I heard some noises and then the glorious sensation of Louis's hot tongue running over my pussy.

"Louis!" I moaned loudly and his breath hitched against my exposed intimacy as he let out a laugh. His hands grabbed my thighs and spread them even further apart, leaving me wide open for him.

Louis's tongue ran from my sensitive spot to my entrance, sucking and licking. I swayed my hips trying to get closer, but whenever I did he laughed and ran just the tip of it all the way over. My eyes rolled back and a vibration came in the pit of my stomach.

He didn't last long there, but the sound of my wetness clicking on his tongue was something out of reality.

"Babe, please..." My right arm kept pushing against the wall while my left was bent and I massaged my breasts, trying to relieve myself somehow.

"What's wrong, kitten?" Louis groaned and blew against me.

I turned my head to the side and Louis had stood up, taking off his sweatpants along with his underwear and his white jacket, and threw them on the floor beside us.

"Daddy..." I murmured.

Louis' member was hard, and with the glans of his member shiny and pink, his left hand wrapped around it, going up and down slowly. Louis stroked my ass with his free hand, his lower lip was biting and his head eventually fell back as he sighed.

He knew how sexy I found the veins in his hands tensing up and showing as he played with his cock. The tattoos on his wrist added a special touch.

"Lucky for you I want to get it over with, luv... Otherwise you'd have to beg me to fuck you..." He spoke as his cock touched me, dragging and teasing me, making me almost fall to my knees on the floor. "I'm going to fuck your little pussy so hard, babe? I want to hear you moan for the rest of the night, do you want to feel my cock all the way in here?" His finger ran across my entrance, giving me mini shocks in that area.

I mumbled the only sound left in my throat. I turned my face forward and leaned my forehead against the wall. He knew how much I melted for his dirt talk.

My arm against the wall was aching, my forehead was sweaty, and my legs were almost giving way from the way they trembled.

Louis launched himself inside me without warning, burying his wet member until his balls slammed against my clit.

A scream tore through my throat, my nails digging into the wall. Louis didn't even give me time to get used to it, he immediately began thrusting against me. Back and forth, thrusting hard and trying to go all the way in. I was panting as was he, my eyes still closed, enjoying his member filling me.

I turned my face to the side opening my eyes and I could cum right there at the sight, my heart throbbed even more seeing Louis with his nails digging into my hips, his tattooed chest and arms tensed tightly and his head relaxed back with his mouth ajar.

"Fuck!" My eyelids fluttered and I could feel the anguish in my uterus rising.

"My girl is so hot, so warm and tight ... oh!" Louis went down again and if it wasn't for the euphoria, I could feel him almost ripping me in half with his cock slamming against my uterus.

I tilted my head back and one of Louis' hands grabbed my loose hair and formed a sort of ponytail. His hand forced my neck, causing my body to arch and my ass to bulge even more.

My back began to ache as his hipbones crashed against my muscles, he had never caught me this way before and I was already addicted to it. Louis let go of my hair and went back to kneading the sides of my hips.

I put my arm in front of me and bit down on it, feeling my face hit him lightly with the thrusts, my throat aching with the moans, and Louis murmured my name as he tried to sink even deeper inside me.

"Whose pussy is this, babe? Who fucks it hard and the way you like it?" Louis, still not stopping his thrusts, rotated his hips and a wave of ecstasy hit me at the cervix. My pussy clenching rapidly, I was getting there. Louis fucked me so fast that I couldn't even scream.

"You, babe! Only you, Louis!" I spoke softly and felt him kiss me on my back.

"Are you sure, babygirl?" Louis teased and again I felt his chest against my spine.

His cock was halfway out of me and seconds later I was already missing him, which didn't last long as I pushed my hips back against him, burying his cock back into me. I stood on my tiptoes and his member reached the hidden spot that Louis sometimes managed to reach.

"Come on my cock, babe! Because I'm going to mark you, fill you with my milk... Do you want it, my naughty little girl?"

My breath came out of my lungs in a sharp intake of breath. My body exploded inside, shuddering as Louis forced himself to orgasm. Small jolts ran through me, and the ground no longer seemed to be beneath my feet.

My man's nails sank into my skin, his thrusts became sloppy and a loud moan came from Louis' chest, his cock swelled even more inside me and I felt hot spurts fill me, joining my liquid. He groaned loudly and his hands gripped my waist tightly, easing the grip seconds later. Violent trembling came over my knees, causing me to close my eyes in shame as Louis continued inside me and hugged me from behind.

"What's up, Luv? Did I hurt you?" He pushed my hair away from my sweaty, flushed face. Louis kissed the top of my head and I could feel some shocks from the orgasm still being delivered and the delicious feeling of having him inside me.

I nodded positively and then negatively, answering his questions.

"Sorry about the last few days, I was so distracted, thinking about the new album, and then I realized that I didn't do the right thing to the point where my perfect girl insinuated herself to our friend and they talked about some guy at work."

"How did you find out?" I lay my face against the wall, feeling the frosty, chilling cold on my face. I was tired, almost closing my eyes.

"I know you, darlin'... You can't lie, your sign says so."

I covered my face in shame that he knew my shameful secret. Louis pulled his member out of me and already I felt it go limp, Louis tightened his embrace around my buttocks and his arms wrapped around mine, tucking me in.

"Thanks for not giving up on your Capricorn. He'll pay more attention to his girl."

I nodded and turned around, kissing him slowly, feeling his tongue caress mine calmly and tenderly. He was everything to me, giving him up would be the last thing I would ever do.

I pulled away still hugging him and could see his sweaty bangs.

"Thanks for the sex against the wall, it was amazing." I blinked, placing a kiss on his chin.

"Maybe tomorrow you'll rethink it." His face turned into a smile, kissing my cheeks.

I stared at him even longer, not understanding his statement.

"Uh... I may or may not have left some... marks." He gave me his best puppy dog face, squeezed my ass, and kissed my neck lightly.

I rolled my eyes eagerly to see these possible marks.

"All right, they're marks from my Capricorn..." I said, kissing him and jumping on his lap. "But if you ignore me again, you won't have sex against the wall or anywhere else." I shook his shoulder to get his attention and he agreed.

"No more Capricorn stuff!" He promised, raising his right hand.

Astrology thing or not, I loved the guy standing in front of me.

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Highway to Heaven - Ch. 5

Your best friend Johnny wants to go on a road trip. The only catch? He wants to bring his roommate, Jeong Jaehyun, someone you just couldn’t stand.

Genre: e2l, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: fingering, swearing

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77​ @sehunniepot​ @jaejoongiewifey-blog @glxwingstar​ (send me a message if you want to be tagged)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 

A/N: A bit of smut in this chapter, but what will it meannnnnn ;)

You woke to arms around you. His breath tickled the back of your neck. He was cuddled into you, his body molded perfectly around you. You didn’t know what to do, you were truly torn. You had to admit it felt nice, to be held by someone again, but you still weren’t sure how you felt about him, and this would certainly be a complication. You shifted slightly, but it was enough to wake him. You could hear him waking up, his consciousness slowly returning, and when he finally realized the position he was in, he froze. He slowly removed his arms from you and turned over in the bed.

“Rise and shine, sleepyheads!” Johnny came into the room, pretending to cover his eyes, “Is there anything going on I should know about?” he questioned innocently, as he threw himself onto the bed in the space between the two of you.

“Grow up,” you complained, getting out of the bed and heading for the bathroom.

“Dude, what happened?” he turned to Jaehyun. You left the room but hovered behind the door, wanting to hear what Jaehyun would say.

“I screwed up! I was doing so well, staying to my side of the bed, but when I woke up I was spooning her!”

“What! Did she know?”

“I don’t know, I took my arms out carefully, she didn’t move, so I don’t know? Ah man, I fucked up. She’s never gonna trust me now.”

“Hey, maybe she didn’t even know? We can only hope.”

“I can’t face her without apologizing though.”

“Suit yourself.” 

You heard the bedsprings groan as Johnny got up from the bed, so you ran into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You sat on the edge of the tub, head in your hands. You’d never been in such turmoil before, it was usually pretty clear to you if you were attracted to someone or not. Jeong Jaehyun, however, threw you for a loop. On the one hand, he was that callous playboy who slept around with women and dumped them at any inconvenience. On the other hand, he was that guy who would hold your hair back as you threw up, the one who would remember the most innocuous things you liked, the one who would stare with wonder at stars. The one who cared about whether or not you would trust him.

“Hey Y/N, hurry it up in there!” Johnny knocked obnoxiously on the bathroom door, “We got sights to see!”

“Gimme a sec,” you called back, turning on the faucet to splash some water on your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror and decided to be resolute. You had to trust your instincts.

When you came out of the bathroom Jaehyun was on the balcony. The morning breeze was fluttering his hair, his bangs falling into his eyes, which were closed. He was leaning on the railing, in a plain white tee that hugged his shoulders, the hem of it waving slightly in the wind, threatening to give you a view of his perfect abs. You looked away quickly, grabbing your suitcase and heading for the door, hoping he wouldn’t notice you. No such luck.

“Y/N!” he called, coming back into the room. His hair was now mussed from the wind, a bedhead look that would be unattractive on anyone but on him, it just increased his attractiveness. It almost made you angry. “Hey, I just wanted to apologize for last night.”

You faced him, your emotions warring in your gut. “Don’t mention it.” You said in the calmest voice possible.

“I really didn’t mean to-”

“I know.”

“I just need you to know-”

“I get it, Jaehyun. Let’s just forget about it, okay?” You walked away, leaving him standing alone in the room.

---

That day was spent at a local market, the three of you navigating through the stalls of fresh fruits and vegetables and various homemade goods. Once in a while one of you would stop and peruse the wares, or try samples offered by the food sellers. Jaehyun gave you space, not overtly avoiding you though, which you found you were thankful for. He’d sometimes point out things to you and you would just nod before walking away, missing the lingering looks he would give you. At one point Johnny went off to look at some leather goods, leaving you and Jaehyun alone at a fruit stand.

“Would your girlfriend like to try some?” the fruit seller had offered Jaehyun a sample of their peaches, and had gestured towards you, standing behind him.

“Hm? Oh, she’s not my girlfriend,” he offered politely, “just a friend.” The seller apologized, and the two of them continued to engage in conversation about the fruit.

You stood there, feeling like someone had just stabbed you in the chest. There was a dull throb that at any other time you might have thought was a heart attack, but you’d felt it before and you knew exactly what it was. You could feel your face getting hot, ridiculous tears pooling in your eyes. You willed them not to fall, and thankfully they listened.

Johnny came over then, and seeing the look on your face he opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but you stopped him.

“Hey I’m just gonna go back and find that stall that sells soap, you guys stay here I’ll catch up with you later.” You turned and walked away quickly, not giving them the chance to protest.

By the time you had found the soap stall you had calmed down, still determined not to let whatever you were feeling for Jaehyun come to the surface. You’d picked out some soaps and decided to wait for them back at the car. Eventually they came back, talking and laughing over something they had seen.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry,” you called out, getting into the passenger’s seat as Johnny got into the driver’s seat. When he caught your eye he mouthed are you okay? You nodded and he didn’t press any further, knowing that sometimes you needed your space.

You didn’t offer much to the conversation for the rest of the night, not at dinner at the local taqueria, not even when you were all choosing the local motel for the night.

“You guys choose,” was all you said, and soon enough you were pulling up to the gaudy neon sign of the closest roadside motel.

“I managed to get a room with two beds this time! Are you proud of me, Y/N?” Johnny poked you in the side teasingly, but you weren’t in the mood for his jokes.

“Just remember that I’m not sleeping with you,” you warned.

When you got to the room you let the two of them wash up first, wanting to take a long hot shower to soothe yourself. Before you went into the bathroom the two of them were in the same bed, but when you came out Johnny had moved to the other bed, his long limbs splayed out so there was no room for anyone else. Both were asleep. You sighed, thinking about kicking Johnny in the head for being an ass, but thought better of it. Jaehyun was on his side, and even though he wasn’t the smallest person, he was so tucked into himself he took up very little of the bed.

Screw it, you thought, and just laid down on the bed beside Jaehyun. You were too tired for this and sure enough you fell asleep seconds after your head hit the pillow.

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You were dreaming and you knew it, but it felt so real. His hands were warm on your skin, caressing your naked stomach, reaching down further, parting your legs. Before he could reach your core you woke with a start, not realizing you had cried out in your sleep until you looked over and Jaehyun was staring at you, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

“Y/N?” he whispered, “Are you okay?”

You huffed in frustration. “Fine.”

“Were you having a nightmare?” he asked softly, “You almost screamed.”

“No, it wasn’t that kind of dream,” you sighed.

“What kind of dream was it?” he asked innocently.

“Don’t worry about it,” you snapped, and he took the hint and turned over. 

You, however, were still aroused from the dream, and it was making you frustrated beyond belief. You had to finish yourself if you were going to have any peace, so you looked over to make sure he couldn’t see. Satisfied that what you would be doing wasn’t in his viewpoint, you slipped your hand down your panties and dipped your fingers into your pussy. Sure enough you were wet from the dream, and so you proceeded to finger fuck yourself, but in that position your fingers just couldn’t reach your g spot and it made you even more frustrated. You swore under your breath, and suddenly it hit you that the person in the bed next to you definitely had long enough fingers to reach. You must have been delirious with arousal to even consider it, but you were beyond rational thought at this point.

“Jaehyun,” you whispered, but he didn’t respond, so you shook his shoulder lightly. He turned to you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked sleepily.

“I need your help,” you whispered, and he propped himself up on his elbow to look at you.

“Of course, what do you need?” he whispered back.

“I need you to help me get off.”

You could barely make it out in the dim light but he was blinking his eyes rapidly, shaking his head at the same time. He was definitely malfunctioning.

“I’m sorry, did I hear you correctly-”

“Yes, I need you to finger me until I climax, can you do that?” you clarified. You could feel your arousal slipping away and you were desperate.

“I mean, yeah, but are you sure? What does this mean for our relationship?”

“Listen, I’m horny as hell right now and I can’t even think about that. This is going to be awkward either way, whether you agree to it or not, at least if you do it I’ll have gotten an orgasm out of it.” Your argument was twisted but he contemplated it and seemed to be swayed.

“I guess that’s true…” he agreed, and you almost whooped in relief.

“Great, here, give me your hand.” 

He obliged, and lifting your shirt, you took his hand and placed it palm down on your bare stomach. He inhaled sharply when he made contact with your skin, and the same feeling from the dream returned to you.

“Mm, that’s good,” you moaned softly, which emboldened him. His hand moved independently now, slowly down, and you squirmed in anticipation as he got closer.

“That’s it,” you encouraged, as his fingers reached your folds and he began to part them.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered in awe, and when you moaned again he slid two fingers in. Your back arched off the bed, a silent scream dying in your throat as he started to pump his fingers inside you.

You pressed your lips together to keep from making a sound, not wanting to wake Johnny, but you could feel an intense orgasm coming on. Jaehyun’s fingers were heavenly, hitting you directly in that spot that made your toes curl. You pulled at the sheets as the pleasure in your gut ramped up.

“That’s it,” Jaehyun whispered in your ear, “Come for me, baby.” The combination of his magic fingers, the low tone of his voice, and the term of endearment sent you spiralling. Stars exploded behind your closed eyelids as you had the strongest orgasm of your life at that point, your body shaking, pussy clenching around Jaehyun’s fingers.

He let you come down from your high before he removed his fingers, and you sighed softly at the loss. He got out of the bed quietly and came back with a damp towel to help clean you up, gently wiping away your arousal. When he was done he pulled the covers back over you and smiled.

“Sleep now,” he whispered, because your eyelids were fluttering, and the last thing you remember before you fell into slumber was his fingers ghosting along your cheek.

[softinkshadows]

running into adultrio for the first time (x female reader) (3/3)

disclaimer: this is a feels fic CHROLLO The melodic sounds of pop rock from the speakers are louder this evening, over the clink of beer bottles and rowdy conversation. Propping your chin with one arm on the pub counter, you scan the sparse crowd - sure enough, business is slow today. Even the cigarette smoke which usually cling obstinately to the walls feels more distant. As expected of the Halich festivities, where most people in Saherta would be home with their families. For a small establishment like yours, in a town just on the eastern outskirts of the Gordeau desert, this means an early closing day. You are itching to get some rest tonight after handling the merrymakers in the past week leading up to the festive season. It is almost 6pm, you note, your eyes wandering across the pub. There is just a table of three regulars, and a man sitting alone in the far right corner near the windows. He looks slightly out of sorts, dressed in a long purple coat, his black hair combed back but slightly tousled. You can’t see his face properly now, but you recall the unusual cross tattoo on his forehead and the way he came in earlier, silent with the tell-tale shuffle of a worn traveler. You were a bit annoyed that he only asked for a glass of water before taking his seat, not budging an inch. Strangely, he seems preoccupied with the decorations on the wall, in particular the large and fading world map placed amongst photographs and notes from customers.  “Sweetheart! The tab please!” You hear a familiar yell that jolts you out of your thoughts. You stride over to the table of the three, late middle-aged men who are already slightly tipsy from all the drinks. “Hope you gentlemen enjoyed,” you hum cheerfully, collecting the cash. As you bend forward to clear the bottles, you feel a hand on your lower back moving down to pat your bum cheekily through your skirt. Internally, you roll your eyes. You immediately brandish the dagger sheathed in your belt and stab it right between the fingers of his other hand resting on the table. You move so fast that no one has the time to react, but you sense the man in the purple coat look up and glance your way. “How many fingers do you want to lose this time, Hanz? Shouldn’t you be getting back to Lina now?” you retort teasingly, used to your regular’s drunk antics. The table breaks out into hearty laughter as Hanz turns sheepish, and they shuffle out of the pub to return to their families for the night. You gather up the empty bottles and bring them to the counter, before turning down the music. Now it is just you, the yellow glow of evening light slanting through the dusty windows, and the strange traveler in the corner. “Hey,” you say as you walk over, wiping your hands on your shirt, “I’m closing up. You don’t need to pay for the water, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You notice the slightest shift in his eyes to the sheathed dagger around your waist. Then, he looks up and you meet his gaze for the first time. He is extremely good-looking for a traveler, and the light scuff marks around his cheek somehow accentuate his attractiveness. His dark grey eyes are undeniably beautiful, but something about their intensity catches you off guard. His eyes are alluring, almost calculative, but they harbour a flicker of vacant sadness. It’s the latter that stirs something in you, and against your better judgement, you ask, “Do you... need help with anything?” “I am just travelling through the area, but I am looking for a place to stay the night,” he explains pleasantly, smiling slightly. His tone is friendly and warm, you’d dare say even charismatic, but your gut tells you that something is off. You spend a few seconds wondering about sending this dangerous-looking man out into town, rapping on the doors of houses filled with elderly and young children for the holidays... Here, it was just you. You could probably handle him. And it’s been many years since you had company on an occasion like this. You sigh deeply. “If you don’t mind sleeping on a couch, you can stay at my place. It’s just upstairs. Every other home will be packed today.”  ---- “Here you go. There’s nothing much,” you say as your swing open the door to your apartment. Thankfully you didn’t make much of a mess, save for some books left open on the sofa. The deepening orange glow of the sunset filters through the glass doors to the balcony, and your apartment appears cosy. The simple furnishings, the small table near the open kitchen, and the few cutlery by the sink only serve as an indicator that you live alone, and coming home to this sight every day always tugs at your heart slightly. You hear the click of the door closing shut behind you, and you wonder why the man hasn’t as much as said a word.  You walk to the kitchen counter, intending on offering him a drink, when you register a sudden flash of movement. You feel the dagger in your belt being pulled out swiftly, so quick that the hair on your neck stands on end, so quick that you don’t even have the time to feel shocked, as it is immediately followed by the telling rush of air as the blade swings down above your hea- your instincts kick in, and you turn around rapidly, missing the blade by a few inches, ducking fast before pinning the man to the kitchen table with his arm twisted behind his back. All is silent except for the clattering of the dagger to the floor.  “Listen, you piece of shit,” you growl fiercely. “I didn’t bring you up here so you could kill me. Here, you’re my guest, and I am your host. So you better start treating me like one.” You’re not sure why you’re hesitant to finish him off, but you release him. He turns to face you, rubbing his wrists, and in his dark eyes you notice a glint of intrigue. Somehow, he looks impressed. “I apologize for my rudeness,” he says with an amused chuckle, his previous innocent demeanour falling away. From this short interaction you can tell he is incredibly powerful, but you are not going to let it faze you. You pick up the dagger and place it back in your belt, giving him a glare.  “The least you can do now is help me with dinner. You haven’t had anything to eat didn’t you?” The man looks at you stunned for a brief second, a puzzled look crossing his face, before he relaxes. “Alright,” he relents, removing his coat and draping it over a chair.  You find yourself trying to stifle a laugh as you pan fry some meat, watching the man clumsily washing vegetables at the kitchen sink, his long fingers peeling and prodding the lettuce leaves without much experience. He doesn’t speak much, you realize, but you notice his eyes wander to the meat cleaver on the counter. “Don’t even think about it,” you snap, and you see a smile tug the corner of his lips. Later, you have dinner outside on the balcony, overlooking the glimmering lighted windows of other homes in the town. Beyond it the large rolling sandy hills of the desert. On most days you’d feel a crushing sadness being on this balcony as the past creeps back upon you. But tonight, it feels bearable. Your look to your side at the man eating in silence, looking out to the view occasionally, his eyes glazed with pensiveness and slight discomfort. He catches you looking at him. “The food is not to your liking?” you asked, preparing to be offended. “No, it’s just... this is new to me,” he replies. “What is? Eating?” you snort derisively. “Being taken care of,” he replies so softly you think you must have misheard. Your cheeks feel warm, and you grumble in your own awkwardness as you collect the plates and head back inside.  “Earlier on, why did you let me stay?” he asks, following you. You let the water from the tap run over your fingers absentmindedly before falling to rinse the dishes below. “Even after I tried to kill you? Aren’t you afraid not knowing what I could do?” You hear his voice coming closer, now a shade darker. “Who knows...” You turn off the tap, sighing, then turning around. “What more can you possibly d-” He grips your wrists firmly and pushes you against the counter, his knees between your legs pushing them slightly apart, making you lean back to maintain your balance. His face presses close to you, lips almost touching. The suddenness of intimacy sends a shiver up your spine, and for a while, you’re speechless and confused, searching his gaze for answers. “I could take you, like this, right now,” he murmurs, his warmth breath fanning your face, and for a moment you feel your desperate loneliness rush into your chest, lightheaded and heavy with want. You could kiss him now and not care what happens later. You could let him ravish you without a thought, graze your body with his lips and hands in places you’ve long craved for...Then you notice his eyes, lidded, sultry, but beneath it a pained undercurrent of emptiness. The rippling desire in you begins to fade, and you understand. “I’m a killer and a thief. Yet you still help me, and you don’t even know my name.” He whispers, his hands not letting go of yours. “You never asked for mine,” you reply, looking straight into his eyes. You both stay like this for a while, in silence, though it feels like he’s on the brink of saying something more. Then, he pulls away. For the rest of the night, you and him barely talk. He spends some time checking his phone, reading the books you left on the sofa, while you clean the dishes, shower and make some preparations for the pub tomorrow. Every now and then he gets up to help you wiping the dishes, or carry the laundry to the balcony.  When it is time for bed, you watch as he removes his shirt swiftly, before lying down on the sofa.  “Goodnight,” you say softly, turning into your bedroom. “Goodnight,” he replies, not looking back.  The events of the day and the past week catch up to you, and exhausted, you fall asleep almost instantly. You don’t notice when he comes into your room in the early hours of the morning. It is still dark, and his footsteps are quiet so as not to wake you up. You don’t notice as he bends over at your sleeping figure, gazing with fondness. “It’s Chrollo,” he whispers. He leans in closer, and cups his hand around your face. You shift and mumble a little in your sleep. He smiles to himself before placing a kiss on your forehead. He knows you aren’t listening, but says it anyway. “Wait for me.” Then he pulls on his coat and heads out the door, leaving soundlessly into the cold, dark morning as the first slivers of light begin to break across the sky.

[burnedbyshoto]

Winner Takes it All

pairing: todoroki shouto x cam girl fem!reader

warning: smut, face sitting, 18+

word count: 3,032

a/n: this is my part of the collab for the server, its hella late because idk what being on time means!!! thank you to @secondhand-trash for putting it together, and make sure you read this before going on, or not, it’s all good!!! just know shouto won a contest where the prize is getting to have you sit on his face

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Your eyes focused on the flashing green light of the camera on the monitor that sat on the dresser by the T.V.. It held the perfect view of the bed, for sure they were going to get a show today. You had never, ever, done a cam session with another person before -- no matter the number of enticing offers you had.

As soon as you had received the text, you had begun your Livestream. Many of your loyal viewers had joined immediately! Some already donating and commenting about how they had lost today’s tournament but had rented a room nonetheless to watch what was happening. Something about being in the same building as you was enough to stir them on, and so as you waited in your terrified excitement, you flirted with your viewers.

Your hands threaded through your hair as you gave a few different poses for those watching. It was a trademark yet straightforward look of yours. A large white sweatshirt that covered up until your ass, the sultry curves of your supple cheeks peeking out from the bottom, teasing those with what could be a sight. The white shone against your skin, and it contrasted deliciously against the dark red lingerie you wore.

It was a simple lace set with an accompanied garter belt and stockings. But of course, the viewers did not know that.

“I don’t know where they are,” you sigh as you tilt your head as you read the comments about how you should just start the session without him. “Wow, m.m. you’re quite bold today, aren’t ya?”

The door then unlocked, and you had to will everything within you, not to shriek and snap up. Calming down as much as you could, your eyes focused as a man walked through the door, his eyebrows scrunched as the door closed behind him.

“Hi,” you smile as you turn towards him, and in the corner of your eye, you can see the chat exploding.

“Um, hi?” He spoke, his voice low and deep. The timber was enough to cause a delicious shiver to go down your spine as your eyes swept across his body. You were examining the very, very attractive stranger in front of him.

Red and white hair, heterochromia eyes, a scar on his left eye, and a body most definitely sculpted by the gods. Turtle necks indeed left nothing to imagine sometimes.

“I won something? Am I in the wrong room?”

Seeing that he was not moving towards the bed, you felt confused as you walked over towards him slowly. His eyes seemed solidly neutral, nothing was slipping from him, but you could see him tensing and how he wanted to step back with your sultry strides.

“No, I don’t think so,” you whisper as you step in front of him. Fuck was he tall, and your sweater covered palms pressed onto his chest as you smiled softly. “You won the tournament, right?”

“Y-Yeah…” You held onto his hands as you lead him to the bed backward, but his steps were slow, unconfident, and almost resistant. “W-What exactly did I win?”

Your eyes blinked rapidly as you paused, your hands dropping as you felt the bed hit the back of your legs.

“You don’t know what you won?”

“I… um, well, I was dared by my friends to join, we were just in the area, and there was that tournament, and well. They’re -- we’re -- competitive, to say the least. Everyone kept saying that the champion prize was to die for, so… here I am?”

His eyes were truthful, jarringly open as you studied him with pursed lips as you folded your arms. You were unsure whether to drop the provocative facade you wore with this character you played as you wanted to make sure this was something he actually consented for. Or else you’d finish off the Livestream alone.

Your attention drifted to the chatroom that was exploding on why the candy cane looking idiot was just standing there like some idiot and not letting you sit on him already. But it seemed it had also caught his attention.

“You’re going to sit on me?” He asked, scaring you slightly at the confusion and pure innocence dripping from his tongue as your face exploded in heat, was he for real? “I mean, I think it’s a weird prize, but I guess you’re some professional cuddler or something? My friends have told me I have a pretty comfortable lap, but they could be lying…”

There was no way he was serious as your eyes snapped back to the chatroom that was exploding in humiliation for the poor man in front of you.

“It’s kind of weird that there’s a live stream of you sitting on me,” he continued as he ran a hand through his short locks. “My name is Todo--”

“SHHH!” You cry slamming your hands over his mouth as your eyes widen as you shake your head, this was so embarrassing! Standing onto your tiptoes, you brought him so that his ear was to your lips. “Do not use your name when the camera is on.”

“Why?” He asks back, his face shifting to the camera as you shove him off-screen then.

With enough distance to speak at a low voice without the need to be whispering, and with the ability to relax from your persona, your arms crossed across your chest.

“It’s not lap sitting, or cuddling,” you explain immediately as his eyebrows scrunch in confusion as you rub your throbbing temples. It seems that management really fucked up in explaining the grand prize. “The winner of the competition gets to make me sit on their face.”

That changed everything.

His face turned just about as red as his hair and the scar on his face as his eyes seemed to bug out from his skull. “I won… I won that?!”

Nodding your head, you sigh before giggling softly as he looks everywhere in the room, but you and the set up as everything are finally clicking in his head.

“That would explain the pure rage from some of those people… and the wolf whistles…”

“Well, if you weren’t informed, and if you don’t wish to do it, I guess I can let you leave,” you tease as you step back, allowing him to escape if he needs to.

“You won’t get in trouble?” He asks tentatively as he moves towards the door, his hand resting on the handle.

“Nah,” you promise with a kind smile as you feel the slightest bit upset that you wouldn’t be able to be face fucked. “The viewers will be happier to know that it’s a one-man show again.”

He nods his head as the door opens, and it takes everything in you to not wilt at the notion that he was leaving.

“Um, I’m Todoroki Shouto,” he offered a bow as you returned it, your cheeks pinching into a smile as you return his introduction with your own. “I’ll… see you around?”

Agreeing with him, you seriously doubted ever seeing him again as he slipped through the door. Sighing, you returned to the camera, where the viewership had only increased in the time that you had left.

“Hi lovelies,” you greet them again as you climb onto the bed. Your smile broadening in its facade as viewers both rejoiced and rejected the fact that Shouto had left.

You flirted back with your viewers for a bit, teasing, bantering, and taunting them as you refused to take off the sweater just yet. But as you lifted the white sweater over your head, the door opened and shut quickly, and you panicked as you ripped the sweater over your head.

Blue and grey eyes meet yours as the sweater dropped to the bed, “What are you--?!”

His lips attached to yours in this nervous, passionate affair, and you gasped as you stiffened as his lips pressed against yours. It took no time for you to melt in his hold, your arms stretching out to grab onto his toned shoulders as his fingers played with the red lingerie you wore.

Shouto groaned against your tight hold, his lips moving to keep up with yours. His fingers digging into your hips as the two of you rose up to your knees, your lips continued this passion-filled engagement.

His lips are fervent against yours, and your mind spins from having his mouth against yours. Shouto’s hands move from your hips to cupping your ass, your eyes barely manage to open. They’re heavy with lust, laced with growing desire as your lips part. Shouto’s hands feel like fire against your growing heated skin; you let him massage your ass as he starts another impassioned kiss.

Shouto was absolutely gravitating, somehow he managed to keep pushing and pulling you in with every movement of his lips. He draws you closer, and soon enough, you’re climbing on top of his lap. Pants expel from your mouth from the higher position of being on the lap of a boy who was making your heart beat faster than any strenuous activity. How you were so flustered when you were so used to doing this alone was beyond you. As you settled down, his hands are strong against your ass, and he pulls you against his hard cock, and you shudder.

You’re gasping now, sharp breathing as you try to calm your nerves. This man set your body on fire despite not knowing him, and you were now drowning in his lips. His mouth dissipating all the worry and disappointment you once held in mere seconds. Your mouth opens, and your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, pleading for entry, and his mouth opens, granting you entry.

Tongues crash together in the middle. Dominance riding high on both of your parts, neither one of you wants to let the other into each other’s mouth. But lord, is his tongue working magic against yours. Your body shuddering as your hips roll languidly, your crotch pushing forward to grind into his pelvis. His budge is prominent against your barely covered core, and both of your moans tumble into your mouths.

“You get really fucking wet,” he chuckles as his fingers slip under the fabric and trace your slit soaked with your essence. You moan softly as you buck into his fingers, but Shouto doesn’t press further into you, choosing to instead trace the dripping slit between your legs. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

A pool of heat began to sit heavy in your panties as he shifted so that he was on his back, and you sat straddling his waist.

“I believe I won something,” he murmurs as his hands grip the curve of your ass and you audibly whimper at the sudden strike of pleasure that shoots through you because of the small movement,

Shouto chuckles as you sit up, moving your hair out of your face as you feel the bright red blush on your face. This was so easy in private, but having someone beneath you with viewers none the less was getting to you. With shaky fingers, you removed the thin strip of fabric that you called your panties and threw them onto the floor. You couldn’t help but look back over at the chat that was now begging for more, asking the two of you to do more than just kiss and face sit.

Inhaling, you regained your center as you looked down at Shouto, who was trying to guide you onto his face.

“I hope you fuck as good as you look,” you wink as you sink onto his face before he can interrupt you.

His bruised lips part as you tremble slightly above him, and then you felt his tongue tease the center of your lips. You moan under your breath as you hold onto his hair as you slowly shift your hips, wanting to let him adjust to this new position. Then Shouto’s tongue pushed against your slit, not pushing through, but just enough to lap at the essence that had already gathered. And then a soft groan escaped him as the tip of his tongue pushed against your cavern, and you whined at the way it vibrated through your core.

Your head tilted back as you ground your hips, weak bucks shifting through your body as to not overwhelm him as he got situated. His left hand gripped your soft thighs, trying to hold your moving body in place as his right hand curled towards your desperate sex, and he chuckled at the way your body moved to press his fingers into you.

“Fuck, baby,” you groan loud enough to be heard as the tip of his nose brushes against your clit, his teeth nipping at the skin of you fold as you grind downwards. But the slow and almost hesitant pace does not last long as Shouto moves quickly.

His tongue suddenly pushes through your softly throbbing core and twirls against your spasming walls. Then you’re also met with his fingers that run against the opposite wall of his tongue. Your cry of pleasure was loud as you yanked at his hair, your hand landing hard on the mattress as your hips slam against his face. But it doesn’t deter him, nor does it slow him down.

You struggle to keep your eyes wide open as the pleasurable sensations continue to crash into you as he continues this assault on you. And as you try to reign in your mind, so that you could take control, he enters another finger into you.

Guawfing loudly, you nearly scream at the way his fingers scissor within you, or how his tongue laps at your secreting juices as if he was a starving man.

“You taste so good,” he moans against your dripping sex, and you almost scream his name at the way his words cement within your center. “Does this feel good, sweetheart?”

The pet name is basic, nothing special to it, but the way he uttered it was almost threatening, dark, sinister, and you only panted in response.

The hand holding your right thigh moves to pinch and twist your clit, and you shriek as your hips buck wildly as sharp pleasure rips through you. Despite your lack of response, your action was enough to make Shouto pleased as he continues to whisper in tongues to you.

Your eyes lulling to the back of your head as the tightened pressure and blazing heat within you only grows with every push and flick of his tongue and fingers. But its the chuckle that reaches you truly as you will yourself to take back control.

Gasping, you grab a handful of hair and yank his head backward, his tongue now reaching you at a new angle. Your eyes come down to meet his, and the lust and excitement in his eyes affect you as you bite down harshly onto your bruised pink lips. You then begin to bounce against his face in short yet hard jumps, your pussy grinding against him as his eyebrow arches.

“W-Who said you were in charge?” You gasp as you swivel your hips, and you can feel his lips smirk as his tongue twirls in rejection.

Rolling your eyes, you wipe the sweat off your forehead as you focus onto the monitor and see the massive amounts of tips you had pulled in just from this.

Take off your bra was the repeated comment, and so, with a smirk of your own, you released the red bra and pressed the cups over his face, prohibiting him from seeing. “Let’s see how you keep up, pretty boy.”

Your hips were relentless as you rode his mouth, his tongue slurping and lapping into your moving cunt as your fingers remained firm in his hair, and the free one now playing with your nipples. You twisted and tugged on the sensitive nubs as you rocked forward and backward. Your panting was growing with the increased pleasure in your body became electrifying, and Shouto wasn’t just taking this new domination.

His fingers remained within your cunt, firing in and out of your spasming walls until he curled them the right way and hit your g-spot. Shouto could not doubt what he hit as your reaction was evident as you not only shrieked loud enough to wake the dead, but your thighs came slamming against his head. But Shouto carried on his he pushed a third finger into you, stretching out your dripping cunt as you mercilessly rode him out.

He hit your g-spot again and again, the accuracy mindblowing as the slurping of your cunt hit your ears in the most ludicrous of ways. Your fingers dug into his skin as you drowned him between your thighs, and then it hit you.

Your release ripped through you the second he hit your g-spot again. The pleasure in your belly too overwhelming, and your toes curl in electrifying pleasure as you sob into your hand. You can’t handle it anymore, the desire being too much, and your vision turns white as your jaw drops as your screams go silent.

It feels like an eternity before you fall off Shouto, your nearly naked body falling onto the bed as breathless pants are shared between the two of you. Your eyes look over at Shouto, whose face is painted in your cum. You giggle loudly as your eyes eventually train onto the painful-looking boner in his pants. You sit up and look at the green flashing camera with a devilish grin as you look back down at Shouto.

“I think that’s it for tonight,” you tell the camera as you give a pointed ‘i’m not talking to you’ look at Shouto. “I hope you enjoyed the show ‘till next time!”

The last thing the viewers saw was the slight sheen of sweat on your breasts as you turned off the Livestream, but it was not the last bit of action that you and one Todoroki Shouto had that night.

Nor was it the last bit of action that the two of you would have with each other.

[freakynct]

warnings: soft dom!jeno, unprotected sex, praising, dirty talk, biting, oral sex [female receiving] and corruption kink if you squint really hard

when your teacher suggested jeno to tutor you, you hated the idea. you didn't need a guy that you hadn't even spoke to to come to your house and teach you about things you didn't care about, specially because jeno was always the quiet guy at the back of the classroom, you didn't know anything about him and never even dreamed that he was the one with the best grades in your class. but your parents were getting really mad at how low your grades were and insisted that you got a tutor, otherwise you could say goodbye to everything you liked to do in your free time.

so here you were, sitting on the floor, leaning your head against the end of your bed, staring at the ceiling, pretending to listen to what jeno was saying. suddenly the room went silent and you looked at jeno, who had stopped talking and was now intensely staring at you, so much that you felt like he could look into your soul. you had never noticed the features on his face and how his jaw clenched but now that you took the time to look at him you could see how attractive he was. plus you could see his muscular arms due to the tshirt he was wearing, at school he always wore a jacket. how strong must he be? how good would it feel to have his arms around you, pinning you down to the wall, fucking you senseless?

"are you even listening to what i'm saying, y/n?" his voice interrupted your thoughts and you made eye contact with him again, a slight pink tint adorning you cheeks, starting to feel how wet you became from your filthy thoughts about the boy in front you.

"y-yes, of course. continue." you responded, bending your legs a bit more and playing with the hem of your skirt, still embarrassed with the images in your head.

"y/n, i'm not here to waste my time, ok?" you returned to look at him, this time your eyes a bit wider, surprised by his words. "i only accepted to tutor you because mrs. park insisted but i'm not going to seat here while you pay no attention to what i'm saying. so it's better if i just leave." he was never this stern before and it caught you by surprise but you quickly grabbed his wrist when he was about to get up, scooting a bit closer to him, sitting on your knees now.

"please don't leave! my parents will kill me if they know you left. i'll pay attention i promise!"

he couldn't stop noticing how your eyes shined with sincerity and a smirk appeared on his lips when he saw how vulnerable you were. to him you were always the girl that didn't care about school or grades and that always did whatever you wanted to without a care in a world but now you were on your knees, begging for him to stay because you were too scared of your mommy and daddy.

"i don't know, y/n." he teased. "you seem too distracted, what were you even thinking about anyways?" he asked but he didn't have to. he saw how you were looking at him earlier, biting on your bottom lip while you stared at his biceps and hands. and now that your skirt had rolled up a bit more and legs were slightly parted he could see the little stain in your white panties. the blush on your cheeks came rushing back when the images of jeno fucking you resurfaced in your head.

"n-nothing." you stumbled over your words, tucking a small strand of hair behind your ear, which jeno thought was endearing.

he relaxed against the end of your bed, opening his legs slightly and pulling you by your waist to straddle his lap, his big hands caressing your bare thighs, giving you goosebumps all over your skin. "so you weren't thinking about my hands touching you or my arms around you, hm?" he wrapped one strong arm around your waist and pulled you closer, keeping you firmely against his chest, his lips so close to yours, while his other hand still had a tight grip on your thigh. you squirmed on his lap which only made it worse since you rubbed your covered pussy on the rough material of his jeans, feeling the bulge that had formed on them.

he chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, trying to look into your eyes but all you could do was look down. "i was right, wasn't i baby?" you could feel yourself getting wetter at the sound of the pet name. "you were thinking about me fucking your little pussy, weren't you? so naughty." he said with a fake disapproving tone to his voice. you didn't know that jeno was like this considering how quiet he was for the most part but every word that came out of his mouth was making you more and more aroused. he lifted your chin with his fingers, forcing you to finally look at him, your cheeks redder than ever and it was so cute that made jeno's cock twitch in his pants, a small grunt coming from his lips. "don't be shy baby, just tell me. you want my cock, hm? will that make you concentrate?" he smirked and you just nooded your head rapidly, too desperate to wait any longer. "speak up then" he said while brushing his fingertips against the sticky fabric of your panties, making you whimper.

"i want your cock. please." you whispered sweetly and jeno just couldn't hold himself back anymore, attacking your neck with his lips, roughly kissing and bitting at the skin, leaving it red and bruised. it was too much for him how cute and shy you were and it turned him on beyond belief. you closed your eyes and rolled your head back, giving him better access to your neck while your fingers intertwined with his hair, pulling it slightly, making him groan against your skin. his fingers started circling your clit over your panties and you moaned softly. jeno picked you up by your waist and turned you around, laying you on your back on the floor, settling himself between your legs, his lips now kissing the insides of your thighs, getting closer and closer to your heat. his hands went under your skirt, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs.

"so beautiful baby." you felt shy at how he stared at your pussy and you squirmed under his touch. "and so wet. just for me." his fingers collecting the wetness on your slit, spreading it around, making your lips glisten. you arched your back as soon as you felt the tip of his tongue lick a long stripe up your slit, sucking gently at your clit. you moaned and wrapped your fingers in his hair again but this time he held your wrists in his hands, keeping your arms still by the sides of your body, continuing to abuse your pussy with his tongue.

"j-jeno. i-i'm gonna..." you whimpered feeling your orgasm approaching and jeno chuckled against your pussy, finding it cute how fast he was making you cum. you clenched your fists, wrists still being held by his hands, arching your back when you felt your orgasm wash over you, moaning and gasping while jeno continued to lick and suck at you until you were too sensitive.

"you taste so sweet." he sat up on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, admiring your figure layed down on the floor for him, messy hair, skirt bunched up at your waist, legs spread and pussy glistening and he was reminded of how hard he still was when the feeling in his pants became almost too painful. he layed himself down on top of you, hands on either side of your head, planting a passionate but sweet kiss to your lips, making you taste yourself on his tongue. "you still want my cock, baby?" he smirked looking down at you.

you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, making him grind down on you, squirming at how the rough fabric rubbed against you. "yes, jeno. please." you didn't even care if you sounded desperate and jeno sure as hell didn't mind you begging for his cock. he could listen to your pretty words all day. a smirk formed on his lips and he quickly unbuckled his belt, pushing his jeans down just enough to pull his cock out, giving it a few strokes before lining up with your entrance. you rolled your eyes back, letting out a small whine once you felt the stretch of his cock inside of you. he kept still waiting until you gave him a sign to keep going and once he felt you digging your nails in his flexed biceps he didn't hesitate to start moving. his thrusts were slow in the beggining but the more he heard your sweet little moans and whimpers the faster he started moving inside you, quickly finding your sweet spot, hitting it over and over again. he groaned and bit on his bottom lip until it was bleeding feeling how tight you got everytime you clenched around him.

"fuck baby, you feel so good around me. wanna cum on my cock?" he gasped while leaving little kisses down your neck and you nooded your head, moaning a little bit louder when his movements got sloppier and faster, him too being close to cumming. his fingers circled your clit, pushing you closer to your orgasm. "then cum, princess. cum all over my cock. c'mon baby." and that just sent you over the edge, cumming harder than the last time, clenching around him, feeling a thick liquid fill you up right after.

he stayed on top of you for a few seconds while both of you recovered from your highs before getting up, walking towards the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom, coming back with a warm wet towel to clean you up, he himself already clean and tucked back in his pants. after all of the aftercare done, you both sat on the floor still and you looked at him confused while he picked up his textbook back up.

"so? ready to go back to studying? pay attention this time please."

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 32

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Summary: Stephen Strange being a grown-up. Reader being a grown-up. Kind of. Revenge plot starts now - don't be like the mercenary, don't threaten reader's family. Avengers being good.. bros? Good found family idk. More smut + plot coming soon.

The silence hung awkwardly over us. Stephen wasn't the one to wax poetics, usually, and I wasn't in the mood to do anything but curl up somewhere warm, chug a bottle of liquor and fall asleep. Sleep is like death without the committment and after my little outburst, I inwardly prayed and begged for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Instead, I was directed to sit and drink my tea by the sorcerer, who, by the way, was beginning to look like a kicked puppy.

It was starting to become unbearable. "I'm listening," I finally croaked out, shocked at how raspy my voice sounded. As if someone had forced me to choke on some nails - and I felt like it, too. My hands were shaking, all but spilling the hot tea onto them.

"Princess..." His mouth did the thing when he was worried, lips pursed, their corners upturned. "What we did was not... Right, you were drugged without your consent. I am sure Tony feels the same way."

My eyebrows rose, words bubbling up to the surface as I fought the urge to simply start calling Stephen some strong names. Had he been blind the whole time I flirted with him, had he not seen both me and Tony ogling him when we thought nobody could see? Every time I joked about the sexual tension between them - you know what they say, every joke has a little bit of truth in it.

Or maybe the sorcerer had used the incident as a convenient excuse for our little fuck-fest to be a one-time thing? I expected more, I won't lie, but I wouldn't put it above him. I knew all too well that some men tended to simply... Avoid.

I was angry, probably rightfully so, but it was not the time for me to comfort an adult man. My own life was going to shit, I had no mental energy to unburden his baseless guilt. It was selfish and it made me feel even more like shit, but it was as if someone had flipped a switch inside of me. I just didn't care about someone's heartbreak. I needed to solve another problem, a much bigger than a man that couldn't make up his mind.

I had to find that damn mercenary. It was the only real threat hanging over our heads; unlike any mission that I've seen the team go on before, they had thrown all the forces into catching the man that had gotten into their safe space, their home. That threatened to take what they thought as theirs. Long gone were the days of comfortable domesticity.

"Okay," I replied, nodding curtly. "I wanted it, if it helps any. I thought you were attractive the first day I saw you." I spoke bluntly, beginning to feel like myself more and more with each word that I spoke. "And again, no strings have to be attached. I'm sure Tony will understand it too, it's not his first rodeo."

Stephen's head shot up from where he was examining his clasped hands, to study me with furrowed brows. Cloaky moved where it was wrapped around me, attracting the sorcerer's attention - I, unfortunately, did not understand the Cloak's sign language and what it told Stephen remained a mystery to me. I was just delighted to be out of the cold and and wet clothes.

"I think you misunderstood me," Stephen eyed me with surprise. "I want more, but..." He trailed off, unsure. "I don't know. I'm surprised Banner hasn't gone green on me yet. I'm a doctor, I should have known..."

So, he was pulling a me and wallowing in pity. Is this really how pathetic I looked when I used to mope around the house earlier? No wonder my mother thinks I'm a baby. "Stephen, I'm really not in the mood to listen to bullshit. I wanted it, you wanted it, great, we can move on. Because with everything that has happened to me, I really have no energy to convince you I like you even while sober when you're sabotaging yourself." Sure, I might have ripped off the motivational speech from a self-help book my mother used to have laying around. My patience was wearing thinner with each second. "There, I said it. I like you, my boyfriends like you, you're welcome to the club if you decide to believe the fact that I am telling the truth." And if he wouldn't, well, I could get over it. I was planning to never act upon my feelings for both Tony and Bruce, it hadn't been as hard as I thought it would be. Especially with me being busy enough to just ignore the feelings.

At some point, I had grown attached to Stephen. Perhaps, if I and Tony hadn't decided to mess around with the sorcerer at the party, my feelings wouldn't have bloomed into anything more than physical attraction. Murphy's law had a particularly strong affinity on me, I noticed, because over and over I found myself falling head over heels for emotionally unavailable men. It worked out with Tony, which wasn't as surprising as one might expect, considering we're two halves of a whole idiot, but then Bruce also decided to pucker up - Stephen was bound to be the rock that I trip on.

Or not? Soft lips pressed against my forehead, beard hair softly tickling the tip of my nose. I was pressed against a solid chest, surrounded by warmth and comfort. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot," Steph whispered, voice quivering.

"Well, it's not like this... Relationship... I've got going on is something commonplace," My arms wrapped around him, a deep sigh relaxing my body into his. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. It wasn't right."

Stephen chuckled, all but pulling me bodily into his lap. "Don't worry, Princess. I deserved it." As he spoke, the Cloak carefully unwrapped itself from me, drifting away with a parting pat on my back. "Now what happened with your parents?" Large palms pushed the hair out of my face, stormy blue eyes looking at me with worry.

"I should probably assemble all my significant others for this conversation," There was little enthusiasm in discussing the incident. I was an adult and had enough money to get by for a few months, at least until I could patent one of my inventions. I had plenty of knick-knacks that should be able to interest buyers, that much I knew, and while the legal side of the process was a blank slate to me, I knew I could be charismatic enough to have someone work it out for me.

"I don't think I'll be able to take Steve seriously when he says 'assemble', now," My third boyfriend chuckled, which - wow, I didn't have boyfriends and now I had three? Should I be considering opening a factory or something? Stephen adjusted his hold on me. "Let's go, I'll portal us in."

"My car's out there with all my stuff. I'll have to drive," I protested but made no move to get out of his lap.

"Tony is a billionaire, he can pay someone to retrieve it," Shrugging carelessly, he produced a golden circle of magic, the common room couch in plain sight at the other side of it. I heard voices and then Clint's head peaked through, a curiously tilted eyebrow morphing into full fledged face of confusion upon seeing the two of us.

Yikes. I had forgotten about the state of my dress and the bruise on my cheek. "Hey, bird. I need a drink," I said the first thing that popped into my mind, causing both Clint and Steph to laugh as the sorcerer carried me into the tower through the portal.

"I'm starting to think you go out there and look for trouble on purpose," The archer sighed, pulling out his phone and texting rapidly. Mine vibrated, too, once he was done, which meant he'd called for a family meeting. Blergh.

In no time, Tony appeared, dark circles under his eyes and yesterday's shirt on, towing a worried Bruce behind him. One after the other, the Avengers tickled in, looking restless and exhausted. Loki's frown was well on its way to becoming a full sneer.

"Talk, please," He requested, eyeing me with concern.

"Good news is I got our rogue wizard back," I poked Stephen in the chest. He was blushing. "Bad news is my mother threw me out and my father didn't pick up the phone, so technically I'm homeless and parent-less," I decided that spitting out straight facts was the easiest way to go about it. I mean, there was no good way to tell what I just told them.

The storm that I anticipated didn't appear. Just a lot of disappointed sighs all around, especially from Tony, who looked twenty years older after I'd confessed to the current state of my affairs. "You're not homeless, you live here," He pointed out, rubbing his face and muttering some very strong words under his nose. Particularly, the expressions involved my mother and various methods of fornication.

"We got your back, doll," Bucky nodded, coming over to wrap me in a gentle hug. He was like a brother from another mother to me at this point, kind and goofy and sensible. "I would propose to teaching that harpy a lesson but I think she's beyond it."

"Perhaps it's for the best," Loki mused suddenly. "If I recall correctly, your mother was against your career of choice, which is idiotic. Science is a noble and prospective path." The Asgardian, too, gave me a hug.

I wasn't crying! There were ninjas, in the vents, cutting onions! "Stop it guys, I'm gonna cry. I already look like shit!" The protest was silenced by Bruce's lips on mine, his tiny smile briefly covering my mouth with tenderness. After that, everybody somehow decided it was their job to try and make me cry; like a bad bitch, I resisted, but eventually broke and started sniffling when Tony began rambling about building me my own lab and Wanda offered to help me decorate my new apartment.

No matter how much my mind screamed at me to refuse, I forced that noise down. Fighting against myself, accepting help despite feeling unworthy of it - it was probably the hardest thing I've done in my whole life.

Bruce volunteered to carry my prone body to Tony's bedroom which was quickly becoming the master bedroom for the three of us - ever since the incident, both of my scientists stuck close to me whenever possible, aggressively cuddling me whenever they decided it was time to get some sleep. Which wasn't much these days, if I was being honest. Persuading Bruce to stay with me was a novelty - usually he didn't resist, but that time, I had to repeat myself multiple times that the team could handle business even without him being present.

I had my ulterior motives, of course. Tony and Stephen needed to talk. I only hoped their egos wouldn't clash without me to mediate - having two boyfriends start a fight wasn't something I wanted to experience. I had zero experience in those matters and had no idea how to manage all that. Are there handbooks for polyamorous relationships? I stuck a mental post-it note inside my brain to check it out.

I fell asleep with Bruce wrapped around me and woke up in the same position, having been too exhausted to move even in my sleep. Voices, rough and quiet, were the first thing I heard upon syncing my brain into a resemblance of a working order, instantly recognizing Stephen's deep baritone and Tony's teasing drawl.

"Expect either Reindeer Games or Kim Possible to come and terrify you," My engineer didn't sound particularly ecstatic. His voice came from somewhere around my feet; the hand wrapped around my ankle, thumb gently stroking the skin, must've been his.

"Duly noted," Stephen's reply was equally sarcastic, sounding a little closer. The warmth coming from my side was him. I could smell the faint spices that surrounded him, smell that I'd come to associate with the Sanctum.

Bruce snored away, not a care in the world.

My body, on the other hand, felt rested for what felt the first time in years. A pleasant ache in my muscles had me begrudgingly squirm out of Banner'd grasp, shamelessly pushing up into Stephen as I stretched with a juicy yawn. "What's poppin'?" I rubbed my eyes, finding the men awake looking at me with fond amusement.

"Just watching," Tony smiled, causing me to giggle at his accidental meme-ing. Was it even accidental? I refused to believe that a man well versed in IT was oblivious to meme culture.

Stephen, on the other hand... "We've discussed some things, wanted to talk to you too." His hand stroked my hair, face expression soft unlike anything I'd ever seen him have. "But you were sleeping. So cute."

Me, cute? There was a puddle of drool the size of a dollar bill on my pillow, I was pretty sure some of it had even gotten in Bruce's hair. Banner's sleep was quiet except for every five minutes when he'd let out a snore with a force somewhere between a Mack truck and a whale in mating season.

Cute, sure.

Bruce groaned, a tell-tale sign of him waking up. I met his eyes, brown, shiny, a narrow edge of green around his irises. Huh. Do I have three boyfriends or four?

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[dehydratedpercy]

Prompt: " Please.....dont make me hurt you"

For dark Frank maybe👀 but you Can also choose someone else

A Way To Hurt (2.5k)

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Summary: Hazel still has Frank's firewood, though they're enemies now. Even though she knows she could kill him, she can't bring herself to betray his trust-- that is, until he shows up one night intent on getting his lifeline back, no matter the cost.

TW: Home invasion, dark themes

Hazel had just finished getting ready for bed when she heard the noise. It came from the other room, so she picked up her spatha, hoping beyond hope that it was just the old house settling.

Sometimes, it was just the old house settling. She kept her spatha by her side at all times though, because she knew one day, it wouldn’t just be the house. And she refused to be unarmed when that day finally came.

Now, she had her sword, which gave her comfort even if she wasn’t wearing armor. Her sweats were oversized, her mouth still tasting like toothpaste. Her eyes had been drooping, almost falling asleep standing up.

She wasn’t falling asleep now.

She stepped into the bedroom, pausing in the doorway. For a moment, there was nothing. Then Frank materialized, landing with barely a step. It was almost as if he'd taken off Annabeth's invisibility cap, but Hazel knew the truth; that he'd simply been in the form of a bug, and had shifted back to his human form. It was a trick he’d started learning when he was still at camp, but clearly he’d perfected it since then.

Hazel let her spatha hang by her side, not raising it quite yet. Frank wouldn’t have shown himself if he was just going to attack her, which meant he must’ve wanted to talk.

This’ll be good, she thought, crossing her arms.

“Hazel,” Frank said, sounding on edge. He looked worse than the last time she saw him, like he hadn’t been sleeping. Despite that, his posture was straight, like he hadn’t been able to forget his Roman training, his hands in his pockets casually, like he hadn’t just broken in. “You look-- good. You look good.”

It came out as a stumbled complement, but it hit Hazel like an insult. They’d broken up directly before he’d left camp, but before that they’d been dating for nearly three years. He’d never gotten less awkward. At one point, it had been endearing-- but too much had changed for it to feel like anything but an insult now. Especially since she knew why he was here.

“That attack on Camp Half-Blood. That was you, wasn’t it?”

Frank shrugged non-committally. “I wasn’t there, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“You just helped organize it.”

“Sounds like something I’d do, doesn’t it?” He said, neither agreeing or disagreeing. “Hazel--”

“And the attack on the questers? The bear--”

He huffed. “Might have just been a freak accident. Wild animals attack sometimes, Hazel.”

“Stop saying my name,” she snapped. “It’s not yours to say anymore. And that warship that was destroyed? The defenses that were destroyed? The supplies that were booby-trapped?”

Frank took a step forward, eyes darkening. He didn’t like being pushed, but Hazel didn’t care. He deserved to feel the impact of the crimes he committed-- crimes against demigods, crimes against his family. Hazel wasn’t going to let him get away so easily.

They’d initially broken up when Frank started getting too radical, claiming that they were doing something wrong by taking in and training new demigods. He said they’d be better off left alone, where they wouldn’t be able to get too powerful, and thus wouldn’t attract as many monsters. Some would die, sure-- but he thought back to his mortal days with a fondness he didn’t hold for either camp. He thought it would’ve been better not to know.

He was wrong. But that didn’t stop him. He left camp, found beings willing to support his cause, and started a gradual campaign to dissolve both camps-- make them so unsafe demigods started fleeing, trying their luck in the mortal world.

Hazel and her friends had volunteered to be the ones to take him in-- or, if that didn’t work, bring him down. This house had been their mission headquarters. It was supposed to be secure. Then again, nothing seemed to be secure these days: there was nowhere Frank had been unable to go. He could turn into a bug and fly under doors, turn into a bear and attack innocents, turn into an elephant and take down buildings. His shifting was instantaneous, making him impossible to fight: he changed form before you could land a swing.

“You act like I’m a bad guy,” Frank said, voice low and dangerous. “Like I’m not doing all of this to help people. The generation after us will thank me when they are able to live among mortals again--”

“The ones who don’t die, maybe!” Hazel said, voice raising. “And fuck the next generation, what about the ones who are alive now? The demigods who have already started exploring their powers, who can’t stay in the mortal world without detection. What about them?”

“They’re a lost cause,” Frank said, sounding deeply saddened by this. “And I am too. I know my scent is as powerful as yours or Jason’s; this fucking curse has seen to that.”

“A blessing,” Hazel corrected, feeling the familiarity of their old argument like a frequently dislocated joint. “Shapeshifting is a blessing, a gift more demigods would die for--”

“I’m barely even human anymore!” Frank yelled. Hazel stepped back in horror as he shifted rapidly, going from human to bear to hawk to wolf to human again. It happened so quickly it just looked like a flicker, and then he was human again, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath. “Hazel, I wouldn’t wish this curse on anyone. And even if I was just a normal demigod, going to camp was the biggest mistake of my life. If I had never done that, my scent would have never gotten this strong. My family mansion would still be around, my grandmother would still be--” he swallowed with difficulty. “My grandmother would still be alive. Camp Jupiter took everything from me. And I can’t get it back, but maybe-- I could make it better for future demigods. That’s all I can hope for.”

“At the expense of demigods now,” Hazel whispered. “Frank, without the camps… so many people will die. Demigods need a safe place to train.”

Frank’s expression closed off, and Hazel knew he was done arguing with her. Early on, he’d hoped to get her to see his side, but he’d quickly seen that that would never happen.

“Fine,” he said, voice like a knife. “Then just give me what I came here for, and I’ll be on my way.”

Hazel felt her face heat up. Her hand twitched, wanting to move to touch the side of her thigh where his piece of firewood sat. All this time, and he’d never gotten it back. At first, Hazel thought it was a hopeful sign, since it meant he must still trust it in her care, but as his actions grew more and more violent, she knew it was only a matter of time.

She had used to keep it in a jacket pocket, but she wasn’t so naive anymore. Currently, the wood was duct-taped to the side of her thigh, so it never left her side. No one knew; her friends didn’t even know she had it. She’d considered telling them, but she just couldn’t betray Frank’s trust like that. She’d considered burning it-- especially after hearing about the deaths-- but in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. How could she betray someone who had trusted her with everything? How could she hurt anyone like that?

Hazel had known, in her heart, that one day he’d show up, looking for the piece of timber. She had hoped it wouldn’t happen, but she’d known. She wasn’t as naive as people liked to think.

“I’m not giving you anything,” she said, raising her spatha. “For all you know, I don’t even have it anymore. I may have put it in a safe across the country, and you’ll never find it.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed. “Come on Hazel. Don’t make me ask again.”

“I told you not to say my name.”

“Hazel,” Frank snapped. “You’re acting like a child. I’m trying to make the world a better place, and it’s bad enough you of all people are trying to stop me. But that timber doesn’t belong to you. Give it here.”

“Do you remember who my father is?” Hazel challenged, baring her teeth. “I could kill you with the snap of my fingers. I’d be more afraid, if I were you.”

"You have my firewood, you could've killed me long ago," Frank argued. "You haven't. You're not going to try now."

Hazel felt her eyes blaze with determination. "You don't know that."

He started moving forward, and Hazel was reminded briefly how much bigger than her he was. "I do. Because I know you, and I know you'd never do anything to hurt a friend."

"Unlike some people," Hazel snarled.

Frank ignored the jab, still moving forward. “Hazel, I’m begging you, just hand it over. I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.”

He got too close, and Hazel slashed with her sword. In an instant, he was gone, and then he was behind her, grabbing her around the waist. She screamed as he grabbed her hoodie pocket, feeling for the timber. She tried to elbow him in the face but he was gone again, and then she tripped over something and was on the ground. She swiped at him again but he was relentless, disappearing and reappearing again, attacking her like a wolf tearing at scaps. She couldn’t strike her, no matter how hard she tried.

Suddenly, she felt his hand on her thigh, and in a panic she kicked him away. He responded slower this time, barely turning into a bird in time to stop himself from slamming full force into the opposite wall. He dropped back to human form, panting, but his gaze was vicious. He’d found what he was looking for.

“You used to be a gentleman,” Hazel said bitterly as she stumbled to her feet, backing up. He had never so blatantly ignored her consent like that before, touching her like she was a means to an end instead of a person.

“I’m not going to be a gentleman when you have my lifeline tucked against your skin,” Frank said cruelly.

Hazel saw his muscles tense and just had enough time to say “No--” when he lunged, turning into a hawk. She slashed with her sword, but then he was a coyote, hitting her with so much force she fell again. There was a ripping noise, but she didn’t have time to react because then he was on top of her in human form again. They wrestled for a moment, but Hazel had never excelled in hand-to-hand combat, and he was twice her size with the upper hand. He threw her spatha to the side, then pinned her beneath him.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, then there was a hand over her mouth. She lurched, screaming into it as he ripped the duct-taped timber off her leg, taking some of her hair with it.

As a wolf, he must’ve bitten off a hunk of her sweatpants, and now he had the timber back in his hand.

He looked at it in awe, as if he wasn’t didn’t even see her as a threat anymore.

She gritted her teeth and summoned her sword. It flew so fast it knocked Frank in the back of the head, and then she was able to throw him off her body, slashing at the same time. He turned into a hawk but wasn’t quick enough, and she sliced off part of his wing. He fell, rolling away in human form, and when he came to a stop Hazel saw the huge gash down his arm. He reached up to touch it, and it was then that Hazel realized he didn’t have the wood.

She spotted it, laying in the center of the floor, at the same time as he did. They both lunged, Frank’s image flickering through half a dozen transformations before he grabbed onto the timber with his thick human hand. Hazel almost took off his fingers as she swung. Instead of knocking the wood out of his hand, however, she cut it clear in half.

That was good enough for her. She dove, grabbing the wood and rolling.

She landed in a kneeling position, half of the piece of timber in her hands. Frank held the other, teeth gritted. He looked like he planned to launch another attack, but before he could Hazel did what she should’ve done a long time ago: warping the imperial gold of her sword, turning it to its liquid state in mid-air, and using it to coat her piece of wood. She raised it, triumphant, the metal-covered wood levitating an inch above her hand. It glowed inhumanly-- after all, she had her own curses to deal with. Frank wouldn’t dare touch it now.

The house shook. It took Hazel a moment to realize that was her magic, causing the very foundations of the house to tremor. There were shouts from the lower floor, the sound of pounding footsteps.

“Try me again,” she threatened, still levitating her trophy grotesquely. “I will end you.”

Frank looked pissed, but he also must’ve seen how serious she was. He swallowed, stuffing his piece of firewood back in his pocket. “Until we meet again-- Levesque.”

Then he turned into a bat, still able to fly despite his injured wing. The door opened and he swooped out, escaping into the rest of the house and eventually, into the night.

Jason and Percy lurched in, both looking panicked. They didn’t seem to have noticed the bat. When Jason saw Hazel, his eyes widened, and he backed up into Percy, nearly knocking him over. “Hazel-- your eyes--”

Hazel realized her eyes must’ve started glowing gold, like they sometimes did when she was filled with rage. With effort, she willed them to stop, calling on the house to still.

“What happened?” Percy asked as Hazel walked to the window. She watched as a bat darted out the front door, which was still open-- Jason and Percy must’ve just gotten back. She continued watching the bat until it was too far away to see, then sighed. She willed the metal to uncover the piece of tinder, revealing it as a piece of wood again, and holding it up for them to see.

She’d never told anyone Frank’s secret, thinking her loyalty to her promise came before anything else. She didn’t think that anymore, though, and she was done doing Frank favors.

(The wood still had Frank’s blood on it, and it made Hazel’s stomach twist uncomfortably.)

“I have something to tell you guys,” Hazel said, doing an impressive job of keeping her voice from shaking. “A secret I’ve been holding for Frank for-- too long. It may not be enough to destroy him, but at the very least, I know a way where we can hurt him very, very badly.”

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those forgotten things

❀ haikyuu!! x (ukai’s kid!) reader

flavor: honey mustard  

warnings: none!

a/n: hi, sorry for the long wait! if you're coming from my tiktok, thank you for the continued support! i don’t know who the specific love interest is going to be, so for now it’s basically the entire karasuno team x reader.

note: ukai is your adoptive father. and this takes place at very very end of season 1/very beginning of season 2. you are 16.

+ Your dad, Ukai Keishin, forgets his water bottle at the convenience store before practice. You decide to bring it to him... Big mistake.

The bell on the door announces your presence with a gentle chime, and the cool air coming from the ancient air conditioner hits your face.  It's a heavenly relief from the sizzling heat, and you thank heaven for the store being so close to school.

"Hi dad! I'm home!" You call out, but no answer comes.

"Where is he?" Misaki asks, head bobbing up and out like a buoy. There's a prep in her voice now, like a child at an amusement park.

"He's probably in the back or something, I don't know." There's no one else in the store.

She sets her heavy, multi-key chained school bag next to the chair, and you notice that the normally happy face of the plush bunny keychain is smushed against the table leg, smile distorted into a frown.

She starts her jaunty browsing around the store, weaving in and out of each aisle. You do the same, not knowing what you're in the mood for, and meet her at the candies and gum.

"Seriously, Y/n, how do you not find your dad attractive?" The question catches you off guard, and you find yourself quickly scanning the front of the store for any customer that might have just walked in. Did she really just ask that?

You swivel around in a slow, dramatic way, giving her an incredulous look that just about asks that question. She looks at you with that casual—but all too serious—charm, as if she had simply asked what the weather is going to be like tomorrow.

"'Cause he's my dad." She rolls her eyes, dissatisfied with the answer, then juts her head forward just enough to add more emphasis on her next words.

"But he adopted you. You aren't blood-related."

You stare at her. She can't be completely serious, right?

You and Misaki met last year on the first day of school. Meeting her was like something out of an anime. The rambunctious airhead meets the quiet, down-to-earth girl who just can't say no to people.

She literally proclaimed your friendship to the world on that first day of school.

So this: her apparent infatuation for your dad, is very far out there, yes. Yet in retrospect, it's nothing beyond her character.

"Jeez, you're weird," you say, deciding to smile it off. You turn to grab a neon blue bag of chips from the shelf beside you. Misaki laughs, head thrown back, in a maniacal way, and disappears behind the aisle end. "Did you get your food yet?"

"Yeah." She's chosen a popsicle today, already unwrapping it while she continues to peruse the aisles more, just for fun. Her fingers drag along the underside of each plastic price tag, making a clackclackclackclackclak sound that's almost ominous.

"How much is it?" You ask, to which she tells you. You go over to the cash register and take out the appropriate change from your wallet, placing each bill and coin into the correct spaces. Even though you're a member of the family-owned store, a business is still a business, and the small ones like this especially need anything and everything they can get to thrive.

Misaki sits at the table for a few minutes, and you guess that she's waiting for your dad to come back out. She's slouched over her brightly lit cellphone screen, her thumbs continually pattering as she responds to all her messages.

It's awkward.

Even though you and Misaki have gotten pretty close since meeting each other, those uncomfortable silences still sometimes appear.

But then she begins talking about a boy she's been texting these past few weeks, mostly talking it out with herself then seeking your advice. You give simple reactions, and comment when she expects it. A simple 'he did not!' or 'ugh!' will satisfy her.

Of course it's not all that one-sided. She talks, you listen; you talk, she responds. And quite frankly, you don't mind it.

But then the silence emerges once again, until she lets out a big, audible, intentional sigh and stands up.

"Well, I gotta head home, my mom's getting fussy about something again." She shoves her phone in the side pocket of her bag, short hair whipping around as she hoists her bag over her shoulder.

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Misaki." You can feel the breath of relief beginning to grow inside your lungs as she collects her things and heads for the door.

"Yup. Tell your dad I said hello!"

"I will."  

No you won't.

And with a final automated jingle of the door chime, she leaves. You wait until the white bunny keychain on her bag is no longer in view to release that breath of relief.

And then, you smile.

"Alright, dad! You can come out now!" you announce, your head tipped back towards the blue curtains. In a comical way, just the face of your father appears, with tufts of yellow hair sneaking out behind him. With his eyes wide he scans the room, side to side, searching for any trace of your friend.

"Is she gone?"

"Yeah, she is."

The rest of him appears then.

Ukai sits himself on the slanting, rickety stool behind the counter that is literally almost on its last legs, with his feet propped up. It's his way of "intimidating" all the "shitheads" that come through after school—is what he says.

You hop onto the counter, splitting open the chip bag. A puff of flavored air travels up into your nose.

"How was that English quiz today?" Ukai asks, catching a whiff as well while you pop the first chip into your mouth.

"Good. I got a 97." you reply after swallowing.

"That's my girl."

You hum in response, munching on another chip. Looking into the bag, you spot a wider, saltier chip that curls at one end. It takes up half the amount of chips, you realize as you take it. It should be a crime, you think, to fill up more than half of the bag with air.

"I'm gonna leave here a little earlier for practice tonight. A few of the boys wanted me to help them with a couple new combinations."

He swings his legs off the counter and sits up, mumbling something about wishing he had taken a nap before walking back into the house to change.

You go through the motions of unpacking your school bag, decideding to work on math first.

You spread your textbooks and papers out on the counter, an organized mess as you like to say, of calculus.

Your pencil moves rapidly across the page, the little flower charm on dangling back and forth with each squiggle.

Your dad leaves around ten minutes later, but not before giving you a quick kiss on the head. The sun is still high and proud, and has no intention to descend until an hour or more later.

It's your favorite time of day. The sun falls through the glass doors in a way that makes the entire world seem just a little more fanciful. It's usually quiet in the store, and after an entire day of constant conversations from you and those around, you can't help but yearn for these peaceful moments. It's entirely why you agreed to take over Ukai's shifts ever since he began coaching Karasuno's male volleyball team.

If anyone comes in at this hour though, they're likely to be a student from Karasuno, but in about five minutes the store's most frequent customer, Etsu, will stop by, and will no doubt be mewling for a meat bun.

You plop down on the seat behind the counter, taking a moment to your self to breathe. You tug at the base of your long ponytail, releasing your unruly hair from the confines of your hair tie. Although you aren't directly related to Ukai, over the years you've inherited parts of his look. One of those being your 'lion's mane' (as your grandmother calls it).

Ukai had adopted you when you were ten, but the six years you've known each other feel like sixteen. You don't remember much about your biological family, and for privacy reasons Ukai doesn't know any more than you do.

You have no harsh feelings towards them--no contempt or ill-wishes for leaving their own daughter. Of course, there are days when you wondered where they are, and what life might be like if they kept you.

Perhaps it is for the best, you always came to. Maybe it is meant to be this way, because at least the life you are living now with just your dad and grandparents is good. It's good—

You hear a dull chip as the lead snaps. It flies off to the side, leaving a small pencil marking etched into your paper. It's minor, but still an annoyance when deep in thought or concentration. Still, it's nothing that can't fixed with two pumps at the end of the pencil. You start over again, scribbling out the final numbers when familiar happy mewl grabs your attention. Before you can even look over, your cheeks lift into a smile.

"Hi, Etsu!"

It's a reaction that happens as soon as the sound reaches your ears. You set your pencil on your paper, math equations and theories slipping from your mind.

Etsu hops onto the counter, his blazing orange fur shimmering in the sunlight. Despite him being a stray, his fur is the softest thing on the planet. You hope he is a stray, because that's how you connected to him in the first place. Sometimes you wonder if he's had those long, quiet nights alone.

"You ready for a meat bun?" You say, sliding a hand back from his head to mid back. He anticipates your touch, always tilting his head up before you caress him again. The mewl he gives, so meek and mild, is what you understand to be a 'yes'.

And so you go over to the pork bun warmer and carefully pluck a bun from the middle shelf, trying your hardest not to touch the metal racks in between. There's still a little splotch of red on your hand from the last time you burned yourself.

The doughy flesh of the bun is warm under your fingertips, and droops slightly, heavy with pork. Steam escapes from every pore, and then, as you slice the bun open, it billows out.

The soft sounds of Estu enjoying his meal brings you a gratification that only comes on—again—during peaceful moments like these.

But as you watch him, you notice your dad's tall, black water bottle and cellphone sitting next to the rotary.

I should probably go and give it to him, you think, watching the bottle now instead of Etsu.

It's about four minutes walking distance from the store.

It wouldn't hurt.

"Nana! Dad left his water here. I'll be right back!"

You wait until you hear the warm, candied voice of your grandmother to leave the store. For a moment, a part of you misses the cool air conditioning.

****

As you enter the breezeway leading to the gym, you realize that you've never been here after school. There's a different vibe, you immediately notice; one that has your steps slowing.

You have never seen the boys your dad coaches. It's not like he forbade you from going to games; and it's not like didn't have any interest in the sport. It's just that you...never.. saw them practice.

You can hear the shoes squeaking and the ball slamming against the waxed floor. It's starts to sound like a horror movie soundtrack, in a weird way.

You peep your head in, carefully clutching the metal door frame.

Five boys, the ones your dad mentioned about earlier, are the first things to catch your eye. One of them, with hair as orange and fiery as Etsu's, is mid-air.

You spot your dad fifteen feet away to the left, arms crossed over one another, head tilted down and eyes wound up--his Focus Face, as you liked to call it. He's deep in his concentration, watching every move of the players on the court. You don't want to interrupt him, so you wait till one of the sides makes a point.

That point comes no sooner after you decide, and after it does, the boisterous cheers of the side closest to you fill the room. You take one step in, more confident, then another, till you're past the metal threshold.

"Dad?"

The man in question turns on instinct. He knows that voice. For fifteen years he's heard the sound of that word, the specific pitch and inflection. So he turns, void of any hesitation or forethought, only wondering why you're here a good few seconds after he sees your face.

Everyone else turns too. The word is so foreign in that environment it feels like slime against skin. The cheers stop. Even the ball stops rolling, and all eyes are on you.

"(Y/n)? What are you--" your father begins, still wide-eyed and surprised. They stay like that for only that moment, however, before returning to their sharp gaze. He turns to the boys, and says, "Excuse me for a second."

You meet him halfway as he walks towards you, neverminding the boys' stares. Haven't they ever seen a girl before? Wasn't that a girl standing right beside your dad?

"You forgot your water bottle," you half-whisper. The stares are getting to you, and you start to feel like you're being cooked alive. "I thought you might need it."

Behind him, a soft murmur lays low in the air. You're hyper-aware of it. What are they saying?

"Thanks, sugarplum." Your dad smiles, something that you know others rarely see, and takes the bottle.

You follow the same path back towards the doors, every now and then peaking glances back at the curious boys. They look kinda goofy, you think, just standing there like they had just witnessed a miracle, like the Lord Jesus Christ himself had come down from the heavens.

But as you turn the corner, a wall that wasn't there before blocks your path. It takes two seconds to register this, but in that first second, you're already colliding into it.

You stumble back, and so does the wall, giving you enough space to look up and see two eyes staring down at you. They're brown and wide with fear, as if had just broken an ancient artifact and was about to be executed.

A squeaky sorry tumbles from your lips at the same time he apologizes.

"Are you okay?" The wall--boy...man?--says. You're still in a daze, but lucid enough to give him a reassuring smile. You've seen him around before. You've never talked to him, but always feel bad that others perceived him as villainous or criminal. Deep down you he know has a kind soul... and a cute face.

"I'm fine! Don't worry about it."

"(Y/n)! You alright?" Your dad calls out from where he is, leaning over to see who you bumped into.

"Yeah! Everything's good!" You pip.

The wall in front of you shifts to the side, clearing the way for you to exit.

You walk with your head down all the way back home, afraid that anyone and everyone could see how red your face was.

God, that was embarrassing.

****

"Coach, was that your daughter?!" Tanaka says, almost teasingly. He's the first to break the silence, and has an apparent death wish.

Soft eyes go razor sharp again. No way was he going to let any one of those hormonal teenage boys near his precious daughter.

"Get back to work, Tanaka!" Ukai barks. All the color drains from Asahi's face, who is still standing by the doors.

"Wait, you mean... I just ran into your daughter?"

"It's okay, Asahi, don't worry about it."

"But...but..."

"Does she go to Karasuno?" Hinata asks over Asahi's blubbering, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Yes, but don't you dare even think about--

"Is she a first year?"

"SHE'S A SECOND YEAR, FIRST YEAR, NOW GO GET READY FOR PRACTICE."

"Y-yes sir!"

[hatake-no-sharingan]

A Well Loved Copy (PART 3: Darkness swallows us)

Kakashi x Reader

Story Summary: Your cozy life as a bookseller is disturbed when a box of the worst books you could ever imagine arrives at your store, and with them a certain silver haired ninja to whom you are definitely not attracted.  

PART 1   PART 2

Chapter summary: Kakashi goes on a mission, but things don't go as planned. Injured, and with his chakra almost gone, he has a strange dream that might change something in him.

Relationship: Kakashi x Reader

Warnings: Mentions blood and injuries

A/N: Hi guys! I know I'd promised to update this story every week or two weeks, but I've had a few things on my hands lately. I might take longer to update, but rest assure, I will finish the story (I have everything plotted already :) <3 This chapter was a bit hard to write, but it's necessary for the development. I hope you enjoy it, and I'll try to update again as soon as I can. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts.

P.S. This chapter is parallel to Part 2, it's just from Kakashi's POV so you know what's going on while Y/N is waiting for him at the bookstore.

Special thanks to my amazing editor @seventh-line Thanks to her hard work, this thing is readable. <3 I hope you enjoy it.

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Darkness swallows us

There was blood. So much blood. He was supposed to be used to it. He thought he was. Before him was a sea of red, adorned with a few colorful spots sporadically distributed across the landscape. Were those in his mind?

He certainly felt lightheaded, and perhaps a bit cold. There was a dull ache somewhere in his body, but he couldn’t pinpoint the spot.

As he tried to raise his left arm, a sharp pain in his shoulder let him know the blood belonged to him. Maybe he was even injured in other places he wasn’t yet aware of, the blood was far too much for a simple gash on his shoulder.

He tried to get past the pain, gaining more awareness of his body trying to sense the usual buzz of chakra. It was almost gone too, he felt it slipping just like his consciousness.  

He didn’t panic, however. His encounters with death had been one too many, he could almost say they were part of the job. He and pain, were now old friends.

Instead, he shut his eyes gently and let his head roll back, crashing with the soft grass.

He stood in front of the bookstore, the one he’d visited a while ago, in the search of the new edition of Icha Icha. Sunlight struck his eye violently. It took a few moments to adjust to the brightness

He looked inside the store, looking for her amongst the piles of “New arrivals” “Hottest summer reads” and “All time favorites”. She was there, arranging another pile. A gentle frowning on her face, forehead creased in concentration. She was so careful with each copy, placing them in a beautiful pyramid shape, akin to the others. He couldn’t see the title of the books she was arranging, but they were surely ones she cared for, based on the way she delicately handled them.

He observed her quietly, enjoying her calm movements. It must have been hot inside, because her cheeks started flushing, despite that, Kakashi felt cold.

A sudden urge to go inside hit him. He reached for the door handle, but his hand slipped right through. He tried again, but it seemed as if he was made of nothing. Just thin air.

From the inside, she lifted her gaze towards him, with a look of recognition, and he felt a wave of relief.

He made a move to open the door, however his hand passed right through the handle once more.

Then her expression changed abruptly, as she stared beyond Kakashi, as though he wasn’t there. Her eyes widened, fear written all over her delicate features.

Heart pounding, Kakashi turned around to see what had scared her, but saw nothing, just the plain old buildings.

She made panicked gestures towards Kakashi from the inside, and mouthed some words he couldn’t hear. It seemed like something important. there was a desperation in every move she made.

Confused, he tried again, only to watch his fingers slip through the handle for a second time.

She urged him to come in, her hands waving rapidly in front of him.

Now he was getting desperate. His head felt odd, almost as if he had stopped breathing seconds ago, and was  experiencing a lack of oxygen.

The bookseller’s face contorted with pain, and Kakashi saw that ribbons of darkness were wrapping around her body, consuming her.

He tried to call out, scream her name, but there was nothing there.

Seconds later, darkness had swallowed them both.

He awakened with a jolt.

His heart was beating so fast, like it was trying to escape his chest. He took a gulp of air and was satisfied to feel the way it filled his lungs. He studied his surroundings and it seemed he was alone, in the middle of a forest. His body felt drained, and his head still felt cloudy, so he closed his eyes again.

“Kakashi Sensei?” Said a familiar voice.

“Is he awake?” a deeper voice asked

“I don’t know, I thought I saw him move”

“I don’t think he’s awake”

“Kakashi Sensei, can you hear us?”

Kakashi nodded slightly, eyes still closed due to the sickness, though he know recognized the voices as Kurenai’s three students.

“Try not to move much, Sensei. I’ll go fetch Sakura, Hinata stay here with him. Make sure he’s okay.”

"Yes, of course"

Hinata sat next to him and kept quiet. Her silence was very much appreciated by the tired jonin.

He must’ve fallen asleep again, because when he regained consciousness, Sakura and the Godaime were staring down at him.

“Oh good. You’re awake. I’ve cleaned most of your serious wounds and given you medicine. All that you need to do now is rest so you can restore your chakra.”

The hospital’s cold atmosphere gave him a strange sense of serenity. He didn’t know how he got here, hopefully he hadn’t been too much of a burden on the team.

“Now that we know he’ll survive, tell me, Sakura. What went wrong?” Asked Tsunade as she finished wrapping one last bandage around Kakashi’s arm wound.

The mission was supposed to be simple. Locate and report. He’d done it so many times, and this time, he had a really good team with him. Team 8 and Sakura had come to help him find one of Orochimaru’s rumored hideouts.  With their talents as trackers, they managed to find the location quickly, however, they weren’t expecting to be met with a dozen of Orochimaru’s experiments, led by none other than Kabuto.

The kids were good fighters, but the odds weren’t in their favor with the enemy doubling their own numbers. Kakashi’s instincts had kicked in, so he put himself between the young shinobi and Orochimaru’s men, if one could even call them human. Kakashi took them all out, though it had come at a great cost.

His chakra reserves were almost emptied, and his wounds had caused him to lose too much blood. That’s how he ended up here.

Kakashi was deemed unfit to fill out the mission report, due to his injuries, a silver lining in this mess. Sakura  meticulously explained everything to the Godaime, turning in a beautifully written, and extremely detailed report, unlike the one he would’ve done.

His time in the hospital went by excruciatingly slow. He had a few visits, none very interesting since they all lasted at the most 5 minutes. Everyone was busier, and not even Gai had had the time to entertain him as usual. Kakashi had been desperate to get out of there.

The only thing that seemed to occupy his mind, was the image of the bookseller, as he flipped through the pages of his book. However, that too left him uneasy, as he recalled the images he had seen in his delirium. Whenever he pictured her, a deep fear gripped his heart, as he was reminded of the darkness he’d seen swallow her. Nightmare or not, he needed to get out and see her.

———-

Kakashi was discharged from the hospital two weeks later, just in time or he would’ve attempted an escape.

He now stood in front of the bookstore again. His hand shook as he grasped the handle, but immediate relief hit him when he made contact with the warm metal. He sighed, and pushed the door open, eager to see the face that had haunted his dreams.

"Hello, welcome to Red Leaf Bookshop. Can I help you with anything?" Called out a petite woman from behind the counter. His stomach sank when he realized, it wasn’t whom he’d been looking for.

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[azulirawrites]

Favors of A. Blight ch 3

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,927 (2,910 excluding parentheticals)

Contains: Description of Panic attack and associated thoughts, starting in the second paragraph, mention of death

Edric awoke suddenly, with nothing but a sharp intake of breath. He let his eyes remain closed and relaxed his breathing as he strained his ears. Closest to him, he could hear Emira, still asleep, and took comfort in her presence. Then, just beyond Emira, he could hear Amity’s light snoring. He was half-tempted to summon his scroll so he could record it, and finally prove to her that she did indeed snore, but he quickly dismissed the idea. Then, he heard someone he didn’t recognize, mumbling sleepily. He dared to open eyes, and his breath caught in his throat.

(Warning, depiction of a panic attack in the next six paragraphs)

This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t the manor. Judging by the noises from outside, they weren’t even in Bonesborough, or any city, for that matter. His thoughts began to race, imagining any number of scenarios that could be going. He clenched his eyes shut, and tried to will his breathing to calm. But it wouldn’t, and he could feel his breath escaping in bursts. His eyes hurt, even as he squeezed them shut even tighter, and his ears were ringing and his throat hurt because he couldn’t control his breath. He couldn’t breathe, even though he knew he had to be breathing because he could hear it, he could feel it in his throat but it didn’t matter because he couldn’t breathe and he was going to pass out, or possibly-

“Edric,” a voice. He recognized the voice. It was Emira. She was close. He reached out to her and grabbed. He could feel his heart beating rapidly, and he was sure Emira could too. His face flushed; ashamed. Here they were in an unfamiliar building, and he was useless. Just like mother warned him. He was useless and he couldn’t even do anything to protect his sisters and they were gonna- “Edric, breathe!” Emira said.

“I’m trying!” he wanted to yell, but what came out was more of a mangled gasp. Couldn’t she tell he was doing his best! Even though his best wasn’t good enough, he was trying! He felt something warm running down his face.He couldn’t even fake being alright? Emira was still talking, but he couldn’t hear the words, even though she was right there. She was drowned out by his ragged breathing and the ringing in his ears!

Suddenly, there was someone else at his side; he refused to open his eyes, but he could feel their presence there. He gripped Emira tighter. There was a hand on his shoulder. He clenched his fists, and he swung. And a pained grunt broke through the ringing in his ears and his ragged breathing. He chanced to open his eyes, and saw… Luz? They got Luz too? And she was holding her arm over her stomach? He’d hit Luz? He hadn’t meant to. Luz was nice, he didn’t want to hurt her. More tears slipped down his face.

“Edric,” Luz’s voice managed to cut through, and she was looking at him. “Can you see me?” Of course he could see her! He nodded. “Good. What’s something else you can see?” He looked around, and his eyes landed on Emira. He lifted the arm he was grasping. “Good. Can you focus on Emira while I look through my stuff for something?” He nodded, and turned to look more fully towards his twin, seeing the worry in her eyes. He felt the shame rise in his cheeks. She was worried about him because he couldn’t handle himself. What kind of brother was he? He gripped her tighter as he tried again to get his breathing under control.It was still ragged, but it didn’t hurt as much as it had.

Luz returned, and placed something in his hand, “It’s a fidget cube,” Luz explains, and Edric turns his attention to it. It’s… certainly cube shaped, for the most part. He regards it wearily, moving his thumb on a circular pad on one of the faces, noting that it moved with his thumb. “Can you focus on it for me? See what it does?” He nodded, and focused on the cube as best he could, using his thumb and fingers to manipulate the various sides.

(Descriptions relating to panic attack over)

A few moments later, he realized he wasn’t breathing as hard, and his ears weren’t ringing. His throat and eyes still hurt, and there were still a few tears washing down his face, but he could breathe. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Emira and Luz both hugged him, “Edric what was that?” his sister asked, “Are you okay? You’ve never done that before.”

“I don’t know,” he says, even though he wants to tell her that he’s never had something that bad before.

“I think you had a panic attack?” Luz said, and he turned to her. Emira did too, judging by how she suddenly looked between the two, “It’s a thing, in the Human Realm. My mom gets them sometimes. She says having something physical to focus on and work with helps her with them, and sometimes that’s ADHD toys, or a stress ball, and she also has a mantra that helps. But I happened to find that in some of the junk Eda’s been collecting from trash slugs.” With an exaggerated gag, Edric dropped the toy, causing Luz and Emira to laugh. “Don’t worry,” Luz said, “I made sure to scrub it totally clean! I think I might have used more soap on it than on Hooty last month.”

“That just makes me worry about how clean Hooty is,” Emira joked.

“We try, but,” Luz shuddered, and changed the subject, “Anyway, getting some food and drink will also help, Ed.  So let me wake Amity-”

“I’m awake,” the girl in the blanket burrito said, “but somebody,” Edric knew that if Amity were facing them, she’d be glaring at him and Emira,  “trapped me.”

“Right,” Luz said, “I’ll help with that, and then we’ll go see about breakfast.”

Luz was able to unwrap Amity, and managed to keep her from much more than glaring at the twins as they all got ready to head downstairs. A cursory glance in the living room revealed only King, curled up on the couch, and Hooty missing from the door. Edric was curious about that, but noticed Luz shuddered at the hole and turned away. Better not to ask, he assumed.

Instead, Luz led them to the kitchen, where the group discovered Eda tiredly mixing something in a cauldron. “Morning kids,” she greeted with a yawn.

"Morning Eda!" Luz beamed, "Where did Lilith and Hooty go?"

Eda was silent for a moment, mixing her potion, before she responded, "I'm thinking about expanding the Owl House, so I sent Hooty out with Lilith a few hours ago so he could shop around at the construction coven. Because for SOME reason he doesn't trust me to make the expansions any more."

"Expansions? I thought the Owl House was just… like this?" Luz questioned.

"House demons don't usually take to expansions well," Edric commented, "Is Hooty different?"

"I'd need more hands if I was gonna list how Hooty's different," Eda commented, "but you're right that house demons don't usually like expansions. But it's not because they prefer growing naturally or anything. It's because most witches only care for what they want, not what the house demon wants. Design, functionality, floor plans, even what materials are used. That ends up choking the house demon until they decide to just tear down the offending bit."

"That's," Luz commented, "kind of sad."

"Yeah. It's why house demons are a lot less popular now. Most witches don't know anything about compromise. All you have to do is work with and trust your house demon, and they'll be more than happy to let you expand them."

"Most house demons also can't remove themselves from the house without dying?" Edric questioned curiously. Eda gestured towards the living room, the hole in the door clearly visible. "I mean, how is it Hooty can just leave, when most house demons can't?"

"Hooty has experience and I have know-how," Eda commented, "There's a reason they call me the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles.How come you know so much about house demons anyway?"

Edric felt his face heat up as he mumbled his answer, “I’ve been looking at them for when I get my own place.”

“Huh,” Eda commented, “Didn’t expect that. Well, tell you what, if Hooty ends up meeting a nice shack, I’ll tell you where they leave the egg.” Eda laughed, and Edric cracked a small smile at the offer

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Lilith was tired. Well, that wasn’t exactly true; she and Eda had each whipped up an invigorating potion to make up for the night of lost sleep, so she was more than awake. She was just processing. There was… a lot to process. Hooty seemed to recognize this; he’d draped himself over her shoulders, and seemed to be doing his best to comfort her. She patted his head, and decided to make idle conversation, “What kind of rooms are you thinking about getting, Hootsifer?”

“At least four bedrooms, and a bathroom. And a library! Luz and the angry one like books, and I’ve always wanted to be a smart, sophisticated house! Or I could play up my fun loving nature and get a rec room! Or an indoor pool!”

“Those all sound quite lovely,” she placed her hand on his hand and patted him gently, “but an outdoor pool would attract more bugs, don’t you think?”

Hooty gasped, “You’re so smart Lulu! It would be like a stew and I could drink it whenever!” She laughed, and continued to pet her friend for a while, until they arrived at a shop operated by the Construction Coven.

“What can I do you for?” Asked the burly witch behind the counter.

“Good morning ma’am,” Lilith greeted, “My sister is looking to expand her home. Have you by chance heard of the Owl House?”

“Heard of it?” The witch guffawed, “The place is a legend in the Construction Coven! No one knows who built it, or how they managed to get one of the most violent house demons known to witch kind to cooperate!”

“I’m not that violent!” Hooty complained, causing the witch, who likely hadn’t realized Hooty was more than an accessory, to scream. “I’m a caring and gentle soul!”

“You’re the Owl House house demon?” the witch seemed afraid, and was backing away from them.

“Yep! I’m Hooty! And this,” he took a moment to wrap Lilith in a hug, “is my best friend, Lulu!”

“Pleasure to meet you,” the witch managed to stutter out, “but it's a coven policy we don’t do work on house demons.” The witch let out a nervous laugh, “Sorry about that.”

“Ah, but I thought you guys wanted to know all about me!” Hooty complained, drooping.

“Yes,” Lilith said, hiding a smirk as an idea presented itself, “It really is a shame they’ll never learn the secret to working on house demons. Especially ones that want at least six new rooms, and a pool. It’s a shame to think we’ll have to keep all that knowledge, and money, to ourselves. I imagine all that could put someone in line for coven head.”

“I know you’re playing me,” the witch acknowledged, timidly, “but you’re right.” The witch, reluctantly, began to guide them around the story. They spent, by Lilith’s count, at least two hours in the store, talking about different woods and stones, with a promise that the witch would come by that afternoon to begin the actual project.

In another hour, following a quick stop at one of the new chain-restaurants that had been popping up recently,  they returned to the Owl House, the mid-morning sun shining brightly. “Could you get the door?” Lilith asked, gesturing with her head, as her arms were occupied by a number of sacks, and at least one box. She hoped she had gotten enough food for breakfast. Hooty obliged, opening the door, before grabbing a number of sacks from her with his beak, extending towards the kitchen.

Carefully, she sat down what she still carried, and removed the backpack Hooty resided in, setting it on the floor. She picked up what she still had to carry, and made her way to the kitchen as Hooty returned. She did her best to ignore the sounds behind her, closing the door to the living room once she made it through.

She was greeted by everyone’s faces, as she entered, save Eda who was focused intently on downing her apple blood.’Good morning,” she greeted.

“Yeah yeah, it’s morning. Are we going to eat already?” King responded before anyone else, and Lilith sighed.

“Of course, King,” Lilith said, placing the box on the table and opening it to reveal a large assortment of pastries, most of which had a notable yellow filling.

“Oooh!” called King, “Slitherbeast claws!” as he scampered across the table to grab two of the paw shaped treats.He held them up in either hand, and let out a roar. Lilith noted, as did King judging by his “Weh?” that everyone else at the table blanched. Thankfully, after a moment, Luz let out a small laugh, which seemed to satisfy the young demon.

When King had made his way back to his seat, Emira spoke, “We aren’t normally allowed sweets for breakfast.”

“Since when has that stopped us?” Edric asked, having already absconded with a number of tarts.

“Since it’s being allowed,” she said, looking carefully at Lillith. Edric, for what it was worth, put down the tart he had just been about to bite into, though kept it in front of him.

“Emira’s right,” Amity said, making a quick show of disgust at the words, “Our parents would never allow this.”

“That’s what makes this sweeter,” Edric replied, before Lilith could get a word in. He took a bite, adding, “Besides, it’s thornberry!”

“Doesn’t this strike you as a little odd?” Emira almost pleaded with her brother.

“Yeah,” he answered, “Dad sent us out in the middle of a boiling rain storm, to have us stay overnight, at the house of two of the formerly most wanted-”

“Hey!” Eda attempted to interrupt, though didn’t manage to stop Edric’s speech.

“-individuals in the Boiling Isles, with not so much as a message from Mom since yesterday morning. So yeah, it’s a little odd.” There was a small bite to Edric’s voice, and it was apparently unusual, judging by how both Emira and Amity reacted to it, “So let’s just enjoy some pastries before the other shoe drops. Please.”

“Is Edric right?” Emira asked, turning to Lilith, who weighed her two choices in her mind. Either say yes, and risk freaking out Emira, Amity, and possibly Luz, or saying no, and making it hurt more later.

“Yeah, mostly.” Eda made the decision for her, “Except I’m still topping the wanted charts.” Lilith noted Emira looking to Edric, and then Amity, with concern, before wordlessly grabbing a few pastries for herself. Amity followed her siblings’ lead, and then so did Luz, leaving Eda and Lilith to split the rest, as Lilith took her own seat at the table.

The breakfast passed slowly in the silence, and there was an unmistakable tension in the room. King finished first, and Lilith noted that he was exceptionally quick to leave the room. Luz finished next, followed by Eda, and then Edric, Emira and Amity. Lilith set down her remaining pastry. “There has been some… upsetting news.” When the children all remained silent, even Luz. “Luz, could you go make sure King isn’t getting into anything?”

“No,” Amity refused, quickly grabbing Luz by the arm as she tried to stand, “Please, stay.” Wordlessly, Luz sat back down, gripping Amity’s hand in an attempt to comfort her.

“Very well,” Lilith said, “Right… Last night, your father sent you to us, even though it was a rather brutal rain storm. “ Emira was the first one to nod in acknowledgement, followed by Edric. “And there was a reason for that.”

After a moment of silence, Eda spoke, “Odalia saw that there was going to be an attack at the manor yesterday.” Lilith almost spoke up, but Eda continued after giving the children a second to digest the news, “She didn’t think you guys were gonna get hurt, but she didn’t want to risk it, so she had Alador send you kids somewhere no one would think to look for you.”

“Oh,” the twins managed to chorus, and Lilith noted Amity squeezing Luz’s hand tightly as she tried to keep her expression neutral.

Lilith picked up the silence, “This morning, I passed the manor. The wards had been undone, and… there were already guards and members of the Oracle coven investigating.” It was silent, as the children stared at her with the almost blank looks that Lilith knew meant ‘Please don’t say what you’re going to say.’ But it was too late now. “Your father…. Wasn’t found in the building’s remains.” What went unspoken, but very clearly heard, was that their mother had been.

“Excuse me,” Amity said, her voice barely holding together, before she got up from the table and ran back to the room she and her twins had spent the previous night in. The twins followed suit, leaving only Lilith, Eda, and Luz at the table. After a small eternity, Luz said, “I’m going to go check on them.”

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One Day: Fives x Reader

"Hey," you whispered, taking a seat next to your favorite ARC trooper. Things have been off lately in the 501st. Ahsoka's been gone for a while now and the boys are finally starting to pick up their momentum again. Losing their little sister wasn't easy for any of them. Today was one of the few days the 501st got a break. Just as you expected, Fives was awake before the break of dawn, waiting for the sun to rise over the Naboo country side. Having a day off on Naboo was a favorite among the boys, as it was much more laid back than Coruscant, though unfortunately, the break would soon be over and they would be shipped out later that morning.

Fives looked up at you, his legs dangling off a valley cliff facing westward. Seeing you brought a smile to his face, but he remained silent as you sat down next to him. The moment you hit the ground, your shoulder was met with his arm and the side of his head rested against yours. He closed his eyes a took a deep breath. For once, you sensed tranquility in him.

"I think we can end it," he finally spoke, his head still pressed against yours.

"End what?"

"The war. Ringo Vinda would be a huge step in the right direction and-"

You pushed your index finger against his mouth and softly shook your head, "Remember what I told you. We must take things as they come. If we shoot that high, it will only hurt if we don't achieve."

Fives closed his eyes and nodded, placing his head back where it was, "The last time I shot high, I ended up exceeding my goals," he chuckled, pressing a kiss into your cheek, "I wanted to go on a date with my General and now she's my girlfriend!"

You rolled your eyes and smiled, "Once again, the ARC outplays the Jedi."

Fives mumbled incoherently into your shoulder as his playfully pulled your body onto the ground, allowing you to lay on top of him. You hummed, letting him know you had no idea what he just said.

"Would shooting for making my general mine forever be too high of a shot?" He asked, tilting his head towards yours.

His beautiful honey brown eyes met yours and you shrugged at his question.

"I think it's worth the shot," he smiled, reaching down into his holster, "what do you say?"

You looked at him baffled for a moment before breaking eye contact and looking at the ring between his fingers. Quickly, you sat up and gasped, "Shut up."

"I'm being serious, (Y/N)."

"Fives," your voice cracked, a few tears beginning to well in your eyes. You couldn't get out any other words. You nodded rapidly at him, prompting your favorite smile. He slowly placed the ring on your finger.

"I know you always say day by day, but I don't want a day without you. Ever."

You held your hand up and admired the ring, wondering how he got enough money together for something so beautiful. The glow of the rising sun made the ring sparkle. "You did an amazing job with it," you smiled, your gaze still locked on the ring, "I just wish we could have an engagement-moon!"

Fives chuckled and puller you closer to him, "We'll get one. Someday."

You two spend the last moments of peace together watching the final minutes of the sunrise. Everything was perfect.

Before you knew it you were on a transport to Ringo Vinda with the men of the 501st. The Republic needed extra assistance on the planetary wide space station, so who else would they call besides the "elite" clone company. Fives took his helmet off and exhaled, giving you a soft grin. You looked around at the other men and noticed Tup frantically tapping his foot.

"Everything alright, Tup?" you asked, knowing damn well he wasn't one to be too on edge over a simple battle.

"Just jittery, sir," he quickly responded, diverting his attention away from you. You looked at Fives and shrugged.

The rest of the transport ride was spend sitting in a narrow hallway with the legion, sitting across from Fives. You both had your legs extended, pushing your feet together playfully.

"Ready boys?" Anakin asked as the ship landed on the top of the space station.

You winked at Fives, something you always do before a battle before hopping out of the ship.

In typical 501st fashion, you all had control of another command center soon after arrival. All in all, you were enjoying this battle. There were minimal casualties and you got to fight along side other legions and Jedi Generals.

You, Anakin, and the twin Generals, Tiplar and Tiplee, gathered in the center of the room to discuss the take over of the central command center. The plan seemed pretty straight foward, just a typical attack from all angles alone then together strategy. With all the different corridors though, this meant sperating the 501st into three groups.

"We could put Fives in command of the best troops in the legion. I'll take Appo and you can take Rex. It would be solid group split," you suggested, hating the fact that ultimately, for victory you needed to be separated from Fives for a braid moment.

"I agree," Anakin nodded, "Let's get to it. I'll let Fives know."

Putting the mission at hand in front of your attachment, you led your men towards the east corridor and began the task at hand.

"Oh maker," you mumbled as you reached central commend. Thousands of driods surrounded the Sepertist general.

"Where is everyone else?!" Appo yelled through his comlink, startling you.

As if it was on que, Anakin's and Fives' groups entered the hangar, pushing through the droids like knives through warm butter.

Appo led the men into the heat of battle as you fought your way towards Fives.

"Has any one ever told you that you're the most fantastic ARC this army's ever seen?" You smiled, deflecting blasts away from Fives.

"Well," he dodged a blast and shot down a droid, "this gorgeous Jedi tells me that all the time."

An explosion stopped you before you could respond. "I'm gonna go help them," you groaned, rushing away from Fives' side. On your way to aid the struggling men, you noticed Tup standing in the middle of the battle field, frozen. "C'mon Tup!" You yelled as you ran past him.

Fives turned his head to your direction to make sure you made it to the other side safely when he saw the unthinkable. "Tup!" he screamed as he watched his brother shoot down General Tiplar, then point his blaster towards you. "Tup, stop" he screamed louder, lunging towards him as he managed to get one blast right into your shoulder.

You muttered an explicit then turned around, seeing Fives laying on top of Tup and not too far away, Tiplar's body.

"What the kriff?!" you spit through your teeth with venom, wincing at the pain in your shoulder.

Before you could get an explanation on what happened, Anakin commanded retreat and everyone fell back into that command room you gained control of previously.

After settling Tup with Kix and Rex, Fives rushed to your side and knelt down next to the step you were sitting on, "Are you okay?"

"You were in charge of him, Fives!" you whined moving your body slowly away from his.

Fives glanced up to make sure there wasn't anyone near you, "Cyare, I'm going to get to the bottom of this. You're not in too much pain, right?"

You shook your head,  "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay and just as confused as you are," he placed his hands on your thigh and tapped, "He's a good friend of both of us. We'll figure this out." He got up and went back over to Fives to check on Tup.  You grinned as you watched him walk away. Every time you see him in his full ARC armor, you notice he walks with more confidence, which you find beyond attractive. Once he was out of your line of sight, you closed your eyes to do some quick meditation, thinking maybe the force could guide you through Tup.

Internal Conflict, huh, you thought to your self, wondering what could have caused it. Without thinking, you walked up to the room where Tup was being held.

"Tup, has everything been al-"

You were cut off by Tup lunging at you, yelling inaudibly. Fives quickly sprung between you and Tup to protect you and pushed Tup onto the ground. Your lover turned around, with worry in his eyes. Still shocked with what happened, you retreated back into the command room, asking for Kix to come with.

"You need to bring him to the Jedi Council," you explained to Kix, "unless you can find something that's wrong."

Kix scrunched his forehead, "I'm not sure General. They don't train you for something like this. Maybe a trip to Kamino might be a better idea. Besides, they know clone anatomy better than anyone."

"That works, but (Y/N), we need to get you to the Jedi Council," Anakin butted in. He stopped you before you could give a reason not to, "We can't let that get infected."

"I am just as much as general here as you are!"

"The 501st is going to be on leave after this battle. You won't be without us long!" Fives chimed in, giving  you a wink, "what boys? We have maybe two more rotations left  on this piece of junk!"

After enough begging, you finally complied...until you noticed Appo was escorting you to your ship. "I thought Fives was escorting me back to Coruscant," you noted, stopping in your tracks.

"I'm sorry, General. But Fives was ordered to return to Kamino with Tup."

You pressed your lips together, "Oh! Well I forgot to give him his blaster back! I'll be right back!"

Appo looked at you confused, "General, what blaster?"

"Yes," you nodded, rushing back to the command room. You made you way to Fives and  pulled him out of the room, trying to keep your action on the down low.

"I know, I know. I wanted to escort you but-" you cut him off with a kiss, moving your hands up the back of his head and softly tugging at his hair. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You pulled back slightly.

"Please stay safe," you murmured, giving him a gentle kiss.

He trailed his kisses across your cheek and stopped at your ear and whispered, "Anything for you cyare."

You pulled him in for a passionate hug, "I need to get going."

"Hey, you need to be safe too. That was a pretty damn good kiss, better not be the last!"

"Fives," you sighed, "Don't say that."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

As you walked away to the ship, you glanced back at Fives, assuring yourself that it would be okay. Right now, the only thing you wanted was for your arm to heal for you could get back to the battlefield with Fives. But in that moment, the best thing you could look forward too is sleeping in your Jedi Temple quarters again.

The next morning, you woke up and immediately looked at your holopad, hoping to see a new message from Fives. Nothing. Only a message from Jesse, asking if you would like to join the boys at 79's that night.

"Guess Ringo Vinda ended sooner than I thought," you thought to yourself, getting ready for the day.

Once nightfall hit, you began to get ready for a night of fun. As you put the finishing touches on your makeup, there was a knock of panic on your quarters door. It was Anakin.

"Have you heard from Fives?!" He said in a rush, bursting into your room with Rex.

You gave them a confused look, "I actually haven't. Figured he was exhausted from the mission.  Is everything alright?"

Anakin stopped, "You haven't heard anything?"

"Guys, what's going on?" You asked, concern in your voice.

"Sit down," Anakin sighed sitting on the edge of your bed, "look, Rex and I know about you and Fives. We think you can help."

"Help with what?"

Anakin and Rex looked at each other, then at you, "Fives tried to kill the chancellor and he's on the run. We think maybe you can talk to him."

You looked at them in shock, "you can't be right."

~

"She was supposed to be here already," Jesse noted, taking another sip of his drink.

"I'm okay with that. Gives us more time to think of what we are going to tell her," Kix replied, "besides, she won't believe us."

Jesse chuckled, "that would be a first."

"Anyway, I'm going to head to the 'fresher. I don't care if she has the hots for Fives, I still need to look presentable in front of her!"

"Keep dreaming," Jesse snorted, taking another sip of his drink.

Kix rolled his eyes and made his way to the refresher.  Just as he began to check for any imperfections, the door opened.

"Looks like the 501st is back on Coruscant," the clone said, approaching.

"Yeah, the craziest thing happened on Ringo Vinda," Kix responded, turning to face to clone.

"I know," he mumbled, taking off his hat, revealing his identity.

"Fives?!"

~

"I'm so sorry Kix," you sighed, "I was almost ready to go but something came up with Fives and i-"

"I know. I'm sending over coordinates right now.  He wants you to meet him there," Kix informed you, sending over the coordinates.

"Thank you Kix," you softly smiled into the comlink after turning it off. You turned to head out of the crowded bar but stopped, looking back at Kix. He looked at you with sympathy, yet you could sense his hurt. Fives was hurting, hurting enough to effect his closest brothers.

"Good luck," he mouthed out before motioning you off.

You gave him a half assed smile and took off, desperate to find your lover. On the way to the coordinates, your mind was blank. Not a single thought racing. That was the only way you could get through this confusing nightmare.

The coordinates weren't anything much. Just an old abandoned hangar in the lower levels. With some hesitation, you leaped off your speeder and entered the hangar. Though you couldn't see him, you sensed his presence.

"Fives?" You called out, slowly making your way deeper into the hanger.

"Oh cyare," he sighed behind you, throwing his body into yours. He deepened the embrace and nuzzled his head into your neck, "please believe me."

"Of course I trust you, love," you whispered, running your fingers down his spine. You frowned slightly at the sight of his missing hair. There had to be a story behind it, but you didn't want to probe. Becides, hair grows back. "Fives, what happened?"

He struggled to get words out without weeping, "can we go find some cheap motel to lay down and talk. I just want to hold you close, lay under blankets and explain everything. I'd feel safer there, I'd-"

You pressed two fingers against his lips, "anything you need, we'll make it happen. I promi-"

"FIVES! Let her go!" Screamed Anakin from across the room, Rex accompanying him.

Anakin used the force to rip you out of Fives' arms and towards him. "Fives, how can we trust you alone with her after what you did."

"Anakin!" You yelled, slapping his hand and rushing towards Fives. Anakin couldn't let that happen. He scrambled to the closest control panel and activated a ray shield, making it impossible to reach Fives. "Fives, explain yourself." Anakin demanded, getting a look of rage from you.

"There's a big plan!" Fives began to rant, "A plan to kill the Jedi! It's in the mind of every clone! The chancellor told me. This is bigger than anyone could imagine. You've got to believe me!"

"Fives, why try to assassinate the chancellor?" Anakin asked as calm as possible, ignoring your attempts to break free of the ray sheild.

Before he could explain himself, Commander Fox and his battalion barged into the hangar, weapons drawn. "Surrender Fives!" Fox yelled, getting closer to Fives.

"No no no!" Fives screamed, holding up the pistol he managed to sneak off your belt while he was hugging you.

"FIVES PUT IT DOWN!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, fearing the worst.

Fives looked at you, then back at Fox, then back at you, but it was too late. As his eyes made contact with you again, a single shot went straight into his chest. The pistol dropped to the floor, and not long after Fives.

You screamed his name in agony as Rex and Anakin rushed to his side. Rex cradled Fives as you watched in horror behind the ray shield.

"Get her out of there," Anakin commanded to Fox.

As Fox shot your ray shield down, Fives looked up at Rex, gasping for air, but managed to get out, "Take care of her for me. Please."

The second you were free from the shield, you ran to your lovers limp body. Rex quickly handed him over to you. Tears trickled from your face as you began to stroke his cheek.

"Fives, Fives, listen to me," you struggled to get out. "Hang in there, you're going to be okay. We're going to be okay." You held up your hand with the engagement ring. "See, we're going to have our someday, together. And that someday is super soon and, and, and." You kept rapid firing anything you think could spark live in him, but you knew he was too far gone. You watched a few tears slowly make their way down his face.

With every last bit of energy he had left in him, he softy squeezed your hand, "I love you." he whispered, before fading away.

"No. No. No. Fives Fives," you gasped, shaking his body, "no no don't leave me don't leave me."

"(Y/N)," Anakin sighed behind you.

You closed your eyes, rested your head on your lovers dead chest, and began to bawl in true pain.

Rex took a knee besides you and slowing began to rub your back, making sure he does everything he can to fulfill the promise he made his best friend.

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Sting

Based on this post which introduced me to the Carukia barnesi, a type of irukandji jellyfish that is both the smallest and one of the most venomous.

You can read details and symptoms of irukandji syndrome here, but to avoid spoiling all the fun, I’ll just offer:

“Those stung may experience severe or even excruciating pain.”

And so I thought, of course I’m going to do that to my merman.

CW: jellyfish stings, illness, severe pain, fear, despair, nausea, vomiting, detailed descriptions of pain and suffering.

Tag list for Blue~ @deluxewhump @midwinter-wump @briars7 @0idril0

The ocean is vast. Blue could spend his whole life traveling it and never see it all. He has his favorite places, and those he knows to avoid. The rest of the time he wanders in search of food, shelter, and reefs and shipwrecks to explore.

That’s how he finds himself in these unfamiliar waters. Blue swims slowly, scanning the area both for prey and predators. New places mean new threats.

Threats like other merfolk, carnivorous fish, hungry sharks, humans’ nets and traps - these are the kinds he expects. The merman is unprepared for what comes next.

It starts as almost nothing. A small, negligible pinch to his arm. Blue swipes his arm to shoo away whatever caused it, not even bothering to look. He continues onward.

----

Blue has just found an area to hunt, hungry from a day of swimming, when he begins to feel warm.

At first he thinks it’s just the water. There are warmer and cooler patches, it isn’t unusual.

But as he swims in search of food, the heat travels with him. And soon he comes to realize that it is not the water but him that’s growing warmer.

He stops swimming and just floats for a moment, pressing a hand to his face and trailing it down to his chest. He’s trembling just a little and his movements feel sluggish.

So...so warm...

He blinks slowly, looking around for something, anything that could possibly explain the sudden heaviness that’s overtaken his body, or the heat that brings a flush to his skin or the little chills that he can’t stop.

Blue gives a little moan and drifts down toward the sand. Maybe he overdid it...maybe he just needs rest...

It hits him like an anchor. A sharp twinge in his stomach that makes him choke and double over, crumpling down to the ocean floor. He doesn’t get a moment to recover; the feeling increases rapidly, from a single point of pain to dozens, traveling from his belly up his chest, combining to form one all-encompassing agony.

He groans and flops onto his side, arms curled around his stomach. It feels like he’s being torn open from the inside, like someone has taken everything inside him and crushed it into a ball...there’s no bruise, no injury, nothing to make it make sense. His groans continue, low and weak and pitiful. He can’t hold them back even knowing he might attract predators.

The pain doesn’t stop there. It spreads throughout his whole body. Blue is consumed by a piercing ache in every muscle. His tail goes taut until the muscles cramp but he can’t spare a shred of energy to rub it until it eases. He’s too overwhelmed with pain, writhing in the sand beneath him, begging for it to end.

It doesn’t end. It only gets worse.

His head begins pounding. Suddenly even deep down below the surface everything is too bright. He presses a hand over his eyes, tipping his head back with a moan. His other arm is still wrapped around his torso.

A sudden fit of nausea overtakes him and he turns onto his side and retches up the last of what he’d eaten that morning. The movement only makes the hurt he’s already in flare up. Unable to keep himself upright, he falls back into the sand.

With each passing moment he thinks this can’t possibly go on, it has to stop soon. For even one part of him to stop hurting would be a gift he’d accept with open arms. But the merman is given no such relief.

Different parts of him twinge and throb, sometimes one at a time, sometimes all at once, as though he is being beaten to death from the inside. His skin is burning up, he’s trembling so hard his teeth clack together, he feels so dizzy that when he opens his eyes the water seems to swirl above him. It makes him nauseous again so he keeps them closed.

His thoughts become muddled. He can focus on nothing but pain and the hopelessness that comes with every minute it continues. If his mind were clearer he would know it’s dangerous to be out in the open like this in such a weakened state. But as the pain goes from distracting to agonizing to excruciating, he can no longer think a single thing. His mind goes hazy. Tremors wrack his body. Sounds come out of him that he no longer knows he’s making.

Blue’s world becomes nothing beyond this.

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The orange-tailed merman is on his way home when he hears the sounds.

He stops, his fins standing on end as he scans the area for dangers. Finding none, he cautiously swims towards the source of it.

As he draws closer it becomes easier to pinpoint what is making it. From afar it sounded like a wounded animal. But, no...it’s another mer, of that he’s sure. Though he’s never heard another mer sound so anguished...

He peers around the edge of a boulder and his eyes land on a limp form. Broad-shouldered, dark hair, a blue tail with lighter blue fins.

Animal, no. Wounded yes.

Or so it seems. It could be a trap...

He swims outward, making a wide arc around the fallen merman until he can see the front of him.

The first thing he sees are the other merman’s eyes. They’re glazed over, dulled to the world around him. They see right through the curious mer watching him. They blink slowly as though wishing desperately to close and sleep but pop back open when a particularly bad tremor wracks the mer’s body.

Those pained noises are even more miserable in person. The blue-tailed merman is partially curled in on himself, arms around his own body as though trying to hold himself together. He is somehow both limp and tense at once, slumped heavily in the sand.

If this is a trap, it’s a good one...

The orange merman draws closer, still cautious but no longer believing it’s a trick.

All of it - the spasms, the flush to his skin, the tension in his body, the pain he’s so clearly in...all of them symptoms he’s heard stories of, but never witnessed himself.

The telltale sign is written in the blue merman’s arm. Harsh, swirling red marks radiate out across the skin from a single point. He’s seen subtle scars like this on older members of his pod. These are fresh. There is only one thing that leaves these marks.

His gaze falls to the merman’s face, to his pained, distant gaze. He doesn’t know how long the other has been like this. Minutes? Hours? Longer? Only that he doesn’t seem to be getting any better. And if he stays here he may be discovered by a mer or creature that isn’t so sympathetic.

The blue merman whines softly when his body is shifted but he offers no resistance. Still, it’s a struggle. The orange mer is smaller and the other’s body twitches and trembles in his grasp. He’s determined, though, and manages to swim despite the challenges.

It’s a relief when a rocky area comes into view. He just needs somewhere to tuck the other merman away. To give him somewhere safe to ride out the waves of pain until he’s lucid again.

He lowers the merman into a patch of kelp between some large stones, knowing the leaves will help cool his overheated skin. Even in his impaired state, the blue merman can feel this. He curls his weary body into it.

As he watches the other relax into the hidden little nook, the orange-tailed merman feels a sense of responsibility for the other. A desire to know whether the other merman survives.

But staying will only endanger the other merman more. If he doesn’t return home his pod will come looking for him, and he can’t guarantee that they’ll show this stranger the same mercy that he did.

Before he leaves he drapes a few cool leaves of kelp over the arm where the merman was stung, layering them on over the swollen puncture wound. The answering soft sigh is one of relief.

The merman gives him one last pitying look before swimming away.

He won’t be there through the many more long hours that pass, when the blue merman’s heart rate will grow dangerously high, when his breaths will become shallow, when his muscles will become tense enough to snap.

He won’t see him come out on the other side and finally wake, too weak to move, still too warm...

But alive.

[ohh-baekhyun]

Take You Home

➵ summary: Baekhyun is crowned the youngest MMA champion in history. No fights are too hard for him to conquer. But once he realised he’s made the biggest mistake of his life, he finds himself fighting the toughest fight to win you back.

➵ genre: oneshot, bff!au, boxer!au, romance, fluffss, 9k words.

➵ a/n: hi, this is for all of you who has been supporting my writings, please give this baby some love too :,)

You raise the rim of your glass to your lips and down the liquor in one go. It’s the night of your twenty second birthday. You and your friends are out drinking. You are supposed to have fun, but all you can think of is the fact that Baekhyun doesn’t show any sign that he remembers; not a phone call, not even a text. If it was anyone else who has forgotten, you wouldn’t have cared. But this is Baekhyun, your best friend, someone who means the world to you, someone you have loved for a long long time. He was always the first to wish you every year, except today. You’ve been checking your phone, waiting for something that never seemed to come. It feels like he has forgotten about your existence and you have no idea what the hell happened. Have you done something wrong?

A few drinks later, you are wasted. Despite your drunken state, you manage to book a ride for yourself. But instead of heading home, you type in Baekhyun’s address as your destination. The driver arrives five minutes later and in less than half an hour you are standing at the door to Baekhyun’s apartment. You key in the passcode clumsily and only succeeded on the second attempt. Pushing the door open, you stagger your way into his apartment. Your wobbly legs take you to the sitting area until you bump your knee on the side of the coffee table and stumble forward.

Two arms reaches out to hold your waist to prevent you from falling. Knowing who it is, your heart starts to beat rapidly.

Baekhyun peers down at you. “Sweetheart, how did you get here?”

You lift your head. A slow grin stretches your lips when you meet his eyes. “Hi, Baekhyun.”

He narrows both eyes at you. “You’re drunk.”

“I miss you.” You smooth your palm over his chest, feeling the sturdiness underneath your fingers. Baekhyun tense up beneath your touch. You stare at him while your fingers toy with the button of his shirt. “Have you been working out lately?” you muse in a slurred speech.

“I’m a boxer. What do you think?” He says in a dry tone.

“Oh...yeah, silly me.” You giggle and push at his chest until he stumbles back to the couch behind him. His eyes shoots up when you climb onto his lap. You rest your knees on each side of his hips and sit your ass down on the V of his thighs.

“What are you doing?” He asks as you circle your arms around his neck.

You’ve been attracted to your best friend for the longest time. Never once had you acted upon your desire. You are losing your inhibitions thanks to the excessive alcohol in your system. This is so wrong. Baekhyun is your friend. But you are too drunk to be sensical.

“Why do you have to be so handsome all the time?” You tilt your head to the side, staring at him with hearts in your eyes.

Baekhyun clears his throat and looks away. “Get off me.” he says. Ignoring his order, you lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek instead. He whips his head towards you and glares. “I said get off me!”

Taken aback by the loudness of his voice, you flinch. You have never felt scared of Baekhyun before. Even when the people around him think he is quick-tempered, to you he is nothing but gentle. Today, for the first time since you knew him, you feel afraid. And it hurts so much because he is one of the little people in your life whom you feel safe to be around.

Your lips turn down and you hang your head low. In a silent acquiescence, you move to the space next to him. All of a sudden you’re not feeling high anymore.

Baekhyun rises to his feet and turns away as though he can’t stand the sight of you. “You need to leave.”

You can’t conceal the hurt on your face as you rise up from the couch. Tears glisten in your eyes as you stare at his back. You miss him so much it feels like you can break down and cry at any second. “Baekhyun?” you call out in a soft, shaky voice. “Are we okay? Can we please talk?”

“Leave.”

A tear glides down your cheek. Without looking back, your legs take you to the front door. But your moves are halted by the sound of his voice.

“Don’t ever show up to my place unannounced again.”

Is that his way of telling you that he wants to stop being friends? It feels like someone has just pierced a knife through your heart and twisted it.

“I won’t. I’m sorry for today…” your voice cracks at the end and you hurry to open the door. The moment you step outside, tears stream down your cheek like a waterfall. Your heart aches so badly that even the alcohol couldn’t numb the pain away.

Losing a best-friend hurts as much as a break-up, you could attest to that. It’s been months since your last encounter with Baekhyun. You’ve been keeping yourself busy just so you wouldn’t drown yourself into sadness. Today, however, you find it hard to keep him out of your mind because it is his birthday. You have yet to wish him, because you don’t know if you should. Are we still friends?

Your phone vibrate across the office desk and you glance down at it. Chanyeol is calling. You press answer and lift your phone up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, the boys are planning a surprise for Baekhyun at his place tonight. You are joining us right?”

Don’t ever show up to my place unannounced again...

His words echo in your ears, bringing the same kind of ache it did the first time you hear it. You swallow the lump in your throat. “I…” you pause in hesitation. “I think I’ll pass on this one.”

There is a beat of silence before he asks, “Why? You never missed it before.”

Your mind hurried to think of an excuse. “I’ll be working overtime tonight.”

“You can join us when you’re done. I’m sure we’ll be there until late.”

“I think I’ll be too tired by then,” you say and quickly add, “It’s alright! You guys have fun. Anyway, I have a meeting soon. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

“Okay, you take care.”

“You too, Chanyeol.”

Once you hang up, you expel a sigh of relief. You recline on your seat and close your eyes, needing a moment to clear your mind. When you’re done, you decided to send a short text to Baekhyun. You don’t know if he will reply or even read your message, but it doesn’t matter. He is still a friend, at least to you, and you want him to know that you still care.

Somehow, you ended up in the building of Baekhyun’s apartment that night. You’d bumped into Sehun on your way out of the office. He is a mutual friend between you and Baekhyun. Since he is working in the office building next to yours, it shouldn’t be much of a surprise for you to bump into each other. It happened many times before. But you were shocked beyond words when he offered you a ride to Baekhyun’s place, since he probably assumed you were going too. You couldn’t say no because then, he would ask why. Everyone knew you and Baekhyun were best friends. You didn’t want to explain what had happened between you two.  

So here you are, filled with so much nervousness as you stand next to Sehun in the lift. When the door slide open, you unwillingly step out. Sehun looks over at you, his eyes holding concern. “Is everything okay? You seem jitterish.”

You force a smile. “Yes, I’m just tired.”

Sehun gives you a long stare, unconvinced, yet he doesn’t prey. One thing you like about Sehun is that he isn’t nosy. And in this particular situation, you are grateful.

As you walk, he places a hand on your back and give you a pat. You can hear the sound of boisterous laughter coming from Baekhyun’s apartment. Sehun rings the bell and your heart is beating faster as you wait for someone to answer the door.

At the sight of Chanyeol, your shoulders deflate and you sigh a little. He looks between you and Sehun. “You’re late,” he tells Sehun pointedly, then he stares at you. “Didn’t you tell me you’re working overtime?”

Sehun turns to you to send you a quizzical look. You bite your lower lip. “Uh...the meeting ended earlier than expected.”

“Great, we missed having you around.” Chanyeol holds the door wide open to let you two in.

Sehun rests a hand on the small of your back and leads you into the sitting area. You had a mini flashback of what happened here between you and Baekhyun months ago. Your heart sinks.

You glance around the room. All the boys are there, most of them chatting while holding beers in their hands. You turn to Chanyeol and ask, “Where’s Baekhyun?”

“He’s answering a call.” he says before returning to his seat.

Sehun walks over to join Junmyeon and Jongdae in their ongoing conversation. You exchange smiles and greetings with the rest, then you glance around to look for a place to sit. Jongin raises a hand and gestures for you to come over. He scoots over on the couch, leaving just a tiny space for you. You tried to squeeze your butt in it, giggling at him when it doesn’t fit.

“You can sit here,” Jongin suddenly pulls you down to his lap. You let out a gasp, surprised. He looks at you with a smile. “Why do you keep getting prettier, princess?” He teases, flashing a sexy smirk. You smile shyly and he groans at that. “You’re too cute.”

“Is Sehun here?”

The deep sounding voice causes your heart to skip a beat. You shift your gaze to Baekhyun. He meets your eyes for a second before his gaze moves to Jongin. His jaw ticks, and when he sends a frown down your way, the pain in your chest returned. He doesn’t want you here, you can tell.

“Happy birthday, hyung.” Sehun greets from where he stands. Baekhyun gives him a small nod before taking a seat on the arm of a couch across you. His expression remains taut.

You finally tears your gaze from him to look at Jongin. He grins at you. “Are you seeing someone right now?” You shake your head. His grin grows. “Will you go on a date with me then?”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” You tilt your head in question.

“We just broke up.”

You purse your lips in concern. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’ll be okay if you let me take you out on a date, princess.” He raises his brows expectantly, waiting.

You are considering your answer when you feel a hand wrapping around your upper arm. You bring your head around and up, flinching in surprise when you are met with Baekhyun’s hard stare.

“Come with me.” He pulls you up out of Jongin’s lap. You hear a small groan coming from the younger male when Baekhyun drags you away from him.

He is taking you to the direction of his bedroom and you are honestly scared. You somehow know he is going to scold you for coming here uninvited again. You brace yourself when he pushes you inside and closes the door behind him. You feel like a bunny being trapped in a cage with a lion. Your shoulders jump when he stalks over to you until he has you pressed against the door with his palms on each side of your head. The emotions in his brown eyes confused you. He looks more lost and torn than angry.

Baekhyun is parting his lips to say something but you beat him to it. “I...I’m sorry, Baekhyun, I know I wasn’t invited here...but I met Sehun when I was leaving work earlier and...and I...” your voice broke and you started sobbing. You dropped your head and brought your hands up to cover your face. “I’m so sorry, I’ll leave if you want me to…just...don’t be angry...don’t hate me, please, it hurts…”

Baekhyun has never hated himself this much until he sees you cry. His heart is ripping apart with each sob that tears from your lips. Shame swirls in his gut, and he wants to murder himself for being the reason behind your tears. He has been annoyed when he sees you sitting on Jongin’s lap, and he knows that feeling stems from his jealousy. He’s an ass, he admits. But he loves you so much that it pains him to see you with a guy that isn’t him.

“Sweetheart,” Baekhyun cooes. You keep your face buried in your hands as you cry. Tentatively, he moves his hands and bring you into his arms. It startles him when you immediately wrap your arms around him and cry harder. He buries his face in your soft hair, pressing his lips to your head, wishing he could make your crying stop. “Sweetheart, please. You’re breaking my heart.” He rubs your back soothingly but your sobs remains.

Baekhyun knows he has to say something, and he’s cracking his head to think of where to start. “I’m sorry for what I did…” he finally begins. “I know I’ve been shutting you out lately. I thought I was doing the right thing but I was wrong. I ended up hurting you and us…I’m so sorry.”

A silence. Then the sniffling continues.

Baekhyun breathes out. “I want to tell you what I should’ve told you long ago if I’d been brave enough. I want to tell you that I love you...so much that it is painful to be around you because I don’t know if you feel the same way for me. That’s why I started distancing myself from you. I thought I’d eventually learn to let go of my feelings but…” He let go a sigh. “Being away from you has only made me realize how important you are to me…”

Your crying gradually abates and you finally lift your head from his chest. He stares down into your glassy eyes. Something tugs at his heart. He must be crazy because he thinks you look beautiful even when you’re crying.

“You...love me?” You tilt your head, looking like a lost puppy that Baekhyun couldn’t help the love sick smile on his face when he said yes. “In a bestfriendly way you mean?” you ask again.

He brushes his knuckles over your wet cheek. “I love you in an I want to marry you someday and spend forever with you kind of way.”

Baekhyun watches as several expressions move over your feature; from shocked, confused, to hopeful, and finally back to shocked again. His lips twitched at your adorableness, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. He knew after what he did, he should be on his knees begging for your forgiveness. He believed you deserved that much. But after months of keeping you at arm’s length, his yearning for you intensified and he lost control.

Cupping your cheek in both hands, Baekhyun dips his head and lowers his lips to yours. You are startled for a moment, but you don’t push him away so he takes that as a silent consent to continue. He runs his tongue over the seam of your lips, silently begging for you to open. When you part your lips, he groans and let his tongue tangled with yours. You let out a small, feminine gasp and his cock hardens at the sound. He is so fucking turned on he can’t keep his hand to himself anymore. He drops a hand from your cheek to cup your breast, squeezing it in his palm to draw another moan out of you. But as you do, he felt your body tensed in his hold, and the next thing he felt was a jabbing pain on his toes. He backs away in reflex, hissing harshly at the pain. For a small girl, you sure are strong.

“I...I can’t believe I let you kiss me!” you snap, startling Baekhyun completely. “Is this what you’re aiming for? Telling me you love me and all just get in my pants?”

“Wh-what? No!” A frown marrs his forehead. Your sudden outburst is very uncharacteristic. Baekhyun feels confused. “Baby...that’s not—“

“No, don’t you dare baby me…” you warn. “We haven’t seen each other for months and NOW, all of a sudden you are telling me that you love me? Do you expect me to believe in that?”

He parts his lips to explain but you don’t give him the chance to.

“Do you know how many times I cried myself to sleep wondering what I did wrong? You made me blame myself...you made me doubt myself, but the worst thing is, you made me think I’m not good enough.” Tears are streaming down your cheek again.

Baekhyun takes a step forward, wanting to comfort you, but he stops when you hold a hand up. Without another say, you turn your back to him and leave the room.

Baekhyun stares at the door slamming close as you disappear from his sight. It is then he realises he has fucked up so bad that no amount of words will be enough to earn your trust. But he isn’t going to give up just like that. Reaching for the doorknob, he pulls it open and dashes out of his room. He has a woman to claim and a hell lot of groveling to do. And he isn’t going to stop until he wins you back.

When you were eighteen, you fell in love with the wrong guy and he shattered you. You’d gotten over him since you met Baekhyun, but there’s a lesson you’d never forgotten, it is to trust a man’s actions over words. Baekhyun had just told you that he loved you, and you should be over the moon. Instead, you ran away scared. Because you know if you give your heart away completely and he breaks it, you’ll never recover. You love him too much.

The rain is drumming against the glass pane of your bedroom. You lean on the wall by the side of the window, feeling in deep quandary.

“He looks…very pitiful.” your sister says, peeking out of the window next to you.

“Mia wants to see too!” your niece pleads with her arms extended. You bend down to lift her up, moving closer to the window. The three years old presses her tiny palms on the glass and peers down. “Look! That’s uncle Baekhyun!” She chirps.

Yes, that’s Baekhyun, sitting on the steps at the front porch of your house, currently soaked to the skin. When the rain pours, you were sure he was going to leave but he didn’t. Why are you surprised though? Knowing how persistent he is, you know he’s never going to give up until he gets what he wants. And in this case, what he wants is you.

“Teetee,” the little one calls out to you sweetly. “Can you put me down please?”

You smile and give her a kiss on her cute little nose before placing her down.

“Are you really not going to let him in?” your sister asks.

“I can’t, Lia...I’d take one look at him and crumble…” in fact you almost did when he kissed you earlier, but your sister doesn’t have to know the details.

“I don’t understand…” she turns to you and crosses her arms over her chest. “You love him, and he is clearly in love with you or he wouldn’t be sitting out there looking like a...stray dog.”

“I don’t think he knows what he’s feeling,” you say. “Just a day ago he was still avoiding me, how can someone change their mind so easily? What if he tells me he loves me today and take it back the next day?”

Your sister seems to process your words and understands. “I get where you’re coming from,” she says. “but I think, Baekhyun, more than anyone else, deserves a chance. That man looks at you like you’re the brightest star in the sky. I’d kill to have someone looks at me like that. Right, Mia?” she drops her gaze and frowns. “Mia?” she glances around. “Where did she go?”

Her question is answered by the sound of the front door opening and closing. You and your sister exchange a shocked look and snap your eyes towards the window. You gasp at the sight of your niece as she runs towards Baekhyun with her arms open.

“That little weasel!” your sister groans. She dashes out of the room and you follow behind her.

Downstairs, in the foyer, you stop dead in your tracks when you see Baekhyun carrying your niece in his arms. His wet hair plastered to his forehead and water is dripping down his shirt, forming a puddle around his feet.

“Baekhyun,” you breathe, remaining motionless as you stare at him.

“You might want to change your passcode,” Baekhyun says to your sister, then he shifts his attention to you. His eyes visibly softens. “Hey.”

“Mia!” your sister‘s voice startles you. “What did mommy say about leaving the house without permission?” She chastises.

The girl’s expression falls. “But Mia wants to play with uncle Baekhyun...” she pouts and burrows her face deeper into Baekhyun’s neck.

Baekhyun peers down at the girl in his arms. A gentle smile graces his lips as he caresses her hair lovingly to comfort her.

Seeing Baekhyun dotes on your niece may be setting your ovaries on fire. You have to mentally remind yourself not to crumble at the sight of them, because you are, on the edge of crumbling.

You look over at your sister who is shaking her head at her daughter. Then, the sound of someone sneezing surprises you. You bring your attention back to niece who is rubbing her little nose with her hand. A surge of protectiveness rushes through you. “Mia, you need to get changed before you catch a cold.” you say as you rush to Baekhyun’s side.

Baekhyun bends his knees to place your niece down, but she clings onto his neck and whines in protest. She must’ve have missed him so much. It really has been a while since he last visited.

“Mia, darling,” you move closer to stroke her back gently. “you need to change or you’ll fall sick. You can’t play with uncle Baekhyun if you’re sick, you know?”

The girl slowly raises her head from Baekhyun’s neck to look at him with a pout. “Uncle Baekhyun, are you leaving?”

Baekhyun caresses her cheek and smiles down at her. “I won’t, sweetie. I promise.”

“Come on, darling...” your sister coaxes as she reaches her arms out. Mia eventually let go of Baekhyun, though reluctant, and clings onto her mother.

You return your attention to Baekhyun and make a face at his current state. “You need to change too.”

As you and Baekhyun walk side by side to your room, you feel a sudden contact of a hand holding onto yours. Your heart thuds and you glance at him. He is going to say something. “Don’t say anything.” you shut him off. The side of his lips curl up. You huff. “Need I lecture you on how stupid you are?” He opens his lips to answer but you lift a finger up to stop him. “Nuh-uh...shut up.”

Baekhyun lets out a scoff and both of you remain quiet until you get inside your room.

“You left your clothes here the other day.” you walk over to your wardrobes and he follows behind you. You pull open the bottom drawer and pick out his white t-shirt and black track-pants along with a new towel. When you turn to face him again, you realize he has already taken his shirt off. You instantly shift your focus to your right so you’re not staring at his bare chest. But you’ve caught a glimpse of his abs and now, you can’t shake the image off your mind.

Your heart pounds when Baekhyun comes closer. Unconsciously, you take a step back and gasp when your back hits the wardrobe behind you. The air around you is suddenly charged with tension.

You jump slightly when his fingers brush over yours as he retrieves his clothes from your hand. “Thank you,” he says, his whisper sounding deeper in the silence.

You shift your gaze to meet his eyes only for a second before you turn away from him. “Y-you’re welcome…” you mumble.

It feels like forever as you stand there with your back to him, waiting for him to be done. In the silence, you can hear every little movement he makes. You squeeze your eyes close and try not to think of him naked behind you, instead you get a flashback of him kissing you, which isn’t helping at all.

The chaos in your mind ceases when you feel the brush of his chest on your back. You tense when he wraps his arms around you. “Baekhyun?”

”You feel so warm.” His voice rumbles in your ear.

You remember Baekhyun was caught in the rain too. “Are you cold?” You can’t hide the concern dripping from your voice. He hums. You let go of a breath and relax in his arms. “Fine, I’ll let you hug me, not because I want to...only because you’re cold and I’m a nice person…”

“Right…” he says, and you can hear a hint of a smile in his voice.

“You should’ve left when it starts raining,” you say. “What if Mia didn’t run out to get you, would you just sit there in the rain?”

“Hmm, I would’ve waited forever…”

You bring your head around to shoot him a disapproving look. “That’s just...stupid.”

“Well…” he shrugs. “I was also planning to break the window and intrude but…”

Soft giggles fill the air. “My sister would’ve killed you for that.”

You hear his low chuckle above your head. He then turns you around in his arms and stares down at you. The mischief in his eyes has now morphed into something earnest. “I know after what happened, it may seem hard for you to believe but I wasn’t lying when I told you that I love you.”

“Baekhyun, if you want me to start a relationship with you then I’m sorry...I don’t think I’m ready for that…”

He couldn’t conceal the disappointment in his eyes. “Do you have feelings for someone else?”

“No.” you are quick to deny.

His expression visibly relaxed. “What are you so afraid of, sweetheart?”

“I...I’m afraid you’ll take it away...”

Understanding dawns on him. Gently, he cups your face and brushes his thumb over your cheek. “I love you, sweetheart, and that will never change.” He says it with so much resolve you badly want to believe in him. But again, they are just words. Beautiful words.

“We can be best friends,” You suggest. “Like we always have.”

“Best friends...but with the hope of becoming more?” he said expectantly.

You realize no matter what you say, he isn’t going to give up on you. He is too persistent, and your resolve is too weak to resist him. “Fine,” you finally cave in. “With the hope of becoming more, not now, but someday.”

Now, you can only leave it for the time to prove if Baekhyun will stay true to his words.

Since then, Baekhyun becomes a constant in your life. Although he is busy training for the upcoming tournament, he managed to find time to meet you every other day. It feels more like he’s your boyfriend than your best friend. Sometimes he would turn up at your door late at night, looking so exhausted that your heart would soften and you’d run over to him and give him a hug. He tells you he loves you everyday, and every time you hear it, you resolve weakens. Every Sunday morning, he’d come over to spend time with you and Mia, then, he’d take you out to dinner and you’d spend the remaining of the evening at his place.

Both of you have agreed to keep the Saturday to yourselves. For years now, you’ve been volunteering as a child entertainer at the children’s hospital. No one except your sister knows about it. Every Saturday, you’d dress up as different cartoon characters and tell stories to the sick kids there. Today, you’re dressing up as Aurora from Sleeping Beauty. This isn’t the most showy costume since you’ve dressed up as TinkerBells before. But you are still feeling self-conscious as you walk down the hospital corridor. Each person you walk by has different reaction to seeing you. Some are fascinated, but some throw you a weird look.

“Hey,” one of the nurses fall into step next to you. You smile and a sigh whoosh out of you, thankful for her company. She gives your appearance a once-over. “You really are a real-life princess.” her eyes glint with admiration. “Believe me, the kids will love it.”

You return her smile. “Thank you, I hope so too.”

The nurse opens the door to the playroom. “Guys, look who’s here!”

Everyone stops to stare at you in silence, then the whole room explode into exuberant squeals. Your smile grows brighter. Girls or boys, they both look as equally excited to see you. There are nine of them. Some in wheelchairs, some have tubes stuck in their nose, and some are well enough to run over to hug you. Your heart warms at the sight of their smiles.

You walk in and lower yourself to the mat at the centre of the room. All the kids gather to sit in a circle around you. “What story are you gonna tell us today?” One of the girls asks as she stares up at you with hearts in her eyes.

You smile and hold up the book in your hands. It’s the story of Sleeping Beauty, in which you assume some of them must’ve already known. But the best thing about these kids is, no matter what story it is, they’ll always give you their full attention. Maybe because you’re not there to remind them of their illness, but you’re there to take them away from their pain, even if it’s only for a while. You don’t know if you’re a good story-teller, maybe you’re awful at it, but you know that the kids love it and that’s all that matters.

“Can I be Maleficent?” One of the girls raises her hand and asks. Noah is the kid you’re most fond of since she is always the one who volunteers to read with you. And for some odd reason, she loves playing the villain.

“Of course, come come.” you gesture for her to come over and she moves to sit by your side.

Another girl, Lili, raises her hand. “I wanna be Flora Fauna and Merryweather.”

“All three of them?” you raise your eyebrows in amusement. She nods vehemently. You grin and gives her a thumbs up in approval.

“Who’s gonna be Prince Phillip then?” Noah looks up at you in question. You look over at a group of boys seated next to each other. They press their lips together and shake their heads nervously. You chuckle.

You glance around the room to look for the nurse for help but your gaze stops at a familiar looking someone. You gawk. Leaning against the door with his arms crossed is Baekhyun. A smile adorns his face as he casually waves a hand at you. He is dressed in a black turle-neck sweater and a dark jeans that hugs his thighs perfectly. God, those thighs. Your body instantly reacts to the masculinity he exudes.

Your musing is interrupted when someone elbows you on your arm. Your eyes flutter in surprise before focusing on your best friend again. “Oh hi, what are you doing here?”

“I came to get a blood test.” He says. “You look…” his eyes travels down your dress. “Very beautiful.”

Your cheek pinks up at his compliment, and you realize everyone is the room is staring back and forth between you and Baekhyun like it’s a tennis match. You clear your throat to get their attention. “Guys, meet Baekhyun.” you say and all eyes move to his direction. You want to tell the kids that he is a famous MMA champion but you’re guessing they are too young to know what it is.

“Are you her boyfriend?” one of the boys questions loudly.

Everyone in the room seems so eager to wait for Baekhyun’s answer. He fakes a sad pout. “I wish I am, but she won’t let me be.”

All eyes immediately turn to you, some of the kids even wear an adorable look of accusation. You wish the earth would swallow you whole right there. “That’s not very nice, princess.” Lili says to you in her cute berating tone.

You find her so endearingly funny that you giggle through the burning heat on your cheek.

“You can be Prince Phillip!” Noah points at Baekhyun. The other kids turn their attention to him again, and they collectively agree while saying yes and nodding their heads. You snigger at the clueless look on your best friend’s face. This is going to be fun.

“Come in, Baekhyun,” you tell him. He gestures his forefinger to himself, his lips parted in confusion. “Yes you, come here, we’re starting soon.”

Despite his uncertainty, he makes his way in and occupy the space next to you. He leans in to your ear and ask, “What the hell am I supposed to do here?”

You chuckle at the obvious panic in his voice. “Just read from here.” you pass him an extra copy of the book. “You’re Prince Phillip.”

“And you’re the princess?” Baekhyun asks. You nod. He flashes a wolfish grin. “Does it mean we’re going to kiss?” you smack him across his arm. He rolls his eyes. “A prince can dream, okay?”

You ignore his silliness and return your attention to the kids. “Alright guys, are you ready?” the kids bob their heads in unison and lean closer. A smile touches your lips. Then you begin, “Once upon a time....”

Nearly half an hour later, the story-telling session somehow turns into a mini comedic play. Baekhyun has all the kids laughing at his impersonation of Prince Phillip. The voice he mimics makes him sound more like Donkey from Shrek than a prince. You’re certain he is a better entertainer than you, and it isn’t hard to tell that the kids love him. Seeing the sight before you, your heart swells and you have to bite back your tears of joy. You know Baekhyun isn’t into rainbows and fairy tales. You remember watching Frozen with him, and how he slept through the whole movie. His willingness to do this for the kids is admirable, and right then, you realise that the affection you have for him is growing by leaps and bounds.

It isn’t long until you reach the last page of the final chapter. The prince has won the fight against the evil queen, which means it is time for him to rescue the sleeping beauty.

“You’re supposed to kiss the princess to wake her up from her sleep.” Lili says to Baekhyun, then she looks at you with her hands on her waist. “Princess, aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“No, no, no.” you shake your head. “no kissing in here.”

The reaction you earn from the kids are appalling. Some of them are whining in disappointment and some of them started to chant kiss kiss kiss. You glance at Baekhyun for help, but of course he is not helping. He has the flirtiest smile on his face, looking like he is so ready to kiss you. You roll your eyes, and gasp in surprise when Lili comes behind you, holding your shoulders to pull your body backward so you’re lying supine on the mat.

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter under your breath.

“Close your eyes, princess,” she cues, and when you do the room quiets down.

Your heart rate is accelerating. Soon, you feel his heat, followed by the smell of his expensive cologne. You peel an eye open to look at the handsome man who has his hands braced on each side of your head. “Please keep it G-rated.” you remind him. He smiles a soft smile and slowly leans down. “No tongue, Baekhyun, I’m serious. Just a peck.” you whisper-shout nervously. He is coming closer now, and you’re squeezing your eyes close. But it’s a surprise when you feel the touch of his lips not on your lips, but your forehead.

You flutter your eyes open and sit up. The room bursts into girly squeals and cooes, but they stop when someone opens the door. “Alright guys, time for lunch.” the nurse announces, and as always, everyone whines in . You purse your lips, feeling sad that it has to end now.

“Are we going to see you again?” Noah says to Baekhyun, and it is followed by another question from one of the boys, “Are you coming back?”

You glance at the kids and see the hope shining in their eyes. Then you shift your attention to Baekhyun, who is now looking at you with his eyebrows raised as if asking for approval.

You shrug. “It’s your decision.”

Baekhyun looks back at the kids to mutter a yes, and his answer brings an even brighter smile to each one of their faces.

“Alright guys, chop chop.” the nurse prompts, and this time the kids have no choice but to comply. Some of them come over to you for a hug before they leave, and when the playroom is finally empty, you turn to meet Baekhyun’s gaze.

“I’m going to start calling you my princess from now on.” He teased.

“Oh please...” you roll your eyes. “By the way, why do you need a blood test?”

“It’s just a requirement to qualify for the fights,” he answers casually as he rises to his feet. Then he stares down at you. “Are you hungry? Wanna grab lunch together?”

You nod and he lends you a hand to help you up to your feet. “Thank you,” you smile. “And thank you for agreeing to come back for the kids.” you stand on tiptoes to press a kiss on his cheek. “It means a lot to them. They seem to love you very much.”

He gazes down at you. “Do you love me?”

You are taken aback by the suddenness of his question. The answer is so easy. It’s a big capital YES. But why are you still afraid to admit it?  

“I…” You part your lips to try to say something, but close it again when there are no words coming out. Baekhyun senses your hesitation, and you detect a hint of disappointment crossing his feature, only for a second before he conceals it with a smile. Your heart aches. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, I can wait.” He assures with a smile. You stare at him, unsure. He shakes his head and ruffles your hair. “Will you come and watch the tournament next friday?”

“As long as you promise me you won’t let yourself get beaten up.” you mean your words.

“Princess, I’m unbeatable.”

The side of your lip curls up. “Smug, aren’t we?”

“Just facts...” he gives a nonchalant shrug. “So, are you coming?”

You nod. “I’ll be there for you.”

Two weeks flew by and it is finally the day of the tournament. As soon as you’re done with work, you hurry to change out of your work attire into a more casual wear. You’re not sure if there’s a dress code to watch a boxing match, so you settle with a black camisole top and skinny jeans. Your phone vibrates in your hand when you step into the lift. You read the message that says,

Baekhyun : Look for Chanyeol when you get here. I’ve reserved a seat for you.

You: Okie. Thank you.

Baekhyun: Anything you want to say? I won’t be on my phone soon.

You: Please don’t die.

Baekhyun: That’s...very encouraging. Thanks.

You: I’m serious.

Baekhyun: I won’t die, sweetheart. I promise. Gotta go now. I love you.

The lift stops at the fourth floor where an OBGYN clinic is located. A young couple walk in with their hands intertwined. You greet them with a small smile and move back to stand against the elevator mirror. The couple starts chatting about the possible names for their future daughter, sounding so full of joy you can’t help but to break into smile behind them. You try not to squeal when the man gives her wife a loving kiss on her forehead.

A ding echoes in the lift. The door parts open and you stay behind the couple as you walk out. You stare down at your phone while booking yourself a ride to the venue. It is difficult to find a driver at this time of the day, and when you finally found one, the waiting time is too long for your liking. You expel a sigh and walk out of the building. As you wait for your driver by the side of the road, you spot the woman you met earlier, except she’s alone.

You sidle up to her. “Hi.” you give her your sweetest smile, hoping she doesn’t think you’re creepy. “Congrats on the baby.”

She blinks at you, confused at first, then she looks slightly embarrassed. “We were loud, weren’t we?”

“Nah, I was just eavesdropping,” you assure her. “Where’s your...” You’re not sure if the guy she was with just now is her husband or boyfriend.

“My husband?” She says and you nod. “He went to get the car. It’s parked quite far away, and he doesn’t want me to walk the long distance.” She explains. “He can be...very protective of me.”

Your smile grows dreamy. “That’s so sweet of him.”

“I’m Sooah.“ she extends her hand. You take it in yours and introduce yourself too. As you retract your hand, her attention falls on the diamond ring on your finger. “Are you...attached?”

“Ah, no,” you say. “It’s a birthday gift from my best friend.”

Baekhyun has given you a Cartier love ring as a late birthday gift. You were shocked when you found out how much he spent. He said it is a gift, and a token of apology, but you have a feeling it means more than that.

“A guy bestfriend?” you nod at Sooah’s question. She gives you a knowing smile. “You know when a guy bestfriend gifted you with a diamond ring, it only means one thing. He loves you.” she surmises. “And judging from the look on your face, you love him too.”

Somehow, you feel like a kid being caught red-handed. How can a stranger read you so well? “I do…” you admit. “But we’re not together or anything.”

“Why? Because you’re afraid if you ever start anything with him and it goes south, you’ll lose your friendship?”

You are startled by her assumption, which is correct. You’re starting to think this woman can read minds. “Well, that’s one of the reasons.”

“My husband and I were best friends for a long time before we got together,” she shares. “We knew we were in love but we kept our feelings from each other for years because of the same reason. Until one day, we decided to get over our fears and take a chance, so here we are.” she stares down at her hand on her stomach with a tender smile. “Life is too short to live in fear, you know? You’ll never know when your time is up. Don’t you want to spend the one life you have with someone you love?”

The second she finishes, a red Audi pulls up in front of you and you spot her husband in the driver’s seat through the windscreen. She bids a quick goodbye to you before getting in the vehicle. You watch the car drives away. While waiting for your ride to arrive, you let your mind wander to the conversation you’ve just had with Sooah. It isn’t a minute later when you hear the deafening sound of a horn that startles you. It is followed by the sound of screeching brakes and glass shattering. You focus your attention to the road before you. Moving vehicles are pulling into a stop. Then you shift your gaze down the road, and what you witness knocks the breath out of you.

A red Audi. 

Sooah. Her husband.

Blood.

You’ll never know when your time is up...

Life is fragile. You never really understand the truth behind those words until now. You wipe the fallen tears off your cheek as you watch the tragic scene before you. How could this happen? Your chest hurt so badly you couldn’t take deep breaths. You were the one who called the emergency, but the couple were long gone when the paramedics arrived at the scene. Now, they are moving their dead bodies on stretchers.

The woman who has just left this world might be a stranger to you. But she has taught you a lesson you’ll never forget. She taught you how unpredictable life could be, how you could lose everything in the blink of an eye, how you shouldn’t miss the chance to tell someone that you love them.

Baekhyun…

Oh God, Baekhyun…

You need to get to him. Now.

And the tournament, you can’t be late...

You are in the VIP section of the stadium, three rows away from the ring that looks like a cage. You manage to get there just on time. Sitting on your right is Chanyeol, and to your left is Sehun. Suddenly, the crowd explodes into deafening roars and you realize Baekhyun has made his appearance. Clearly your best friend has a fanclub of his own and most of them are female fans. It is not a surprise at all. Baekhyun is a star fighter, one of the youngest MMA champions in history. To top that, he has a movie-star look and a pretty impressive bank account thanks to the money he earns through multiple endorsement deals he signed. You won’t be surprised to learn that half of the girls here wish to get in his pants.

Baekhyun makes his entrance into the ring, bare-chested, relaxed and completely unbothered. His skin is already glistening with sweat from the stifled air in the stadium. He looks like a damn warrior standing face to face with his opponent, a Japanese guy named Yuto. They stare directly into each others eyes. Yuto has a murderous look on his face as he takes a defensive stance. Baekhyun does the same, but he looks simply amused. Even from a distance, you can tell how unruffled he is. You notice nothing but pure calmness in his eyes. You on the other hand, are feeling so anxious to the point you feel like throwing up.

“Don’t worry. He’ll be just fine,” Sehun leans in to whisper into your ear when he notices how tense you are.

You are about to reply when the ring announcer declares the start of the first round. The sharp blaring of the bull horn cut through the air, and the fight begins.

Your heart nearly jumps to your throat when Yuto growls and launches himself at Baekhyun. The commentator begins to ramble words you can’t hear over the crowd’s noises. To your relief, Baekhyun is fast enough to hold his fists up to dodge the blow, and then he counters, landing his fist to Yuto’s jaw.

“Hell yeah!” Chanyeol yells from beside you as the onlookers go wild with cheers.

You give Chanyeol one second of your attention before focusing on the two fighters again. You realize, right now, Yuto is charging forward with his arms extended. He has his arms wrapped around Baekhyun in an attempt to throw him to the ground. Your heart drops. You are on the edge of your seat, adrenaline rushing through your veins as your nervous fingers fiddle with themselves. You can see the blue veins bulging around Baekhyun’s neck and forehead, his teeth grinding as he fights to break free from Yuto’s hold.

His opponent lowers his stance, grunting as he struggles to lift Baekhyun off the mat. Your eyes are squinting close thinking that he is going to get beaten up soon. But what happens next causes the whole stadium to gasp. Simultaneously, your eyes grow wide as you watch Baekhyun rams his knee straight to the centre of Yuto’s nose. Blood splashes everywhere and his rival springs back, swaying on his feet. Baekhyun doesn’t stop there. He zooms forward and continues to throw hooks from left to right, over and over again until he backs his rival up against the chain-linked wall. Lastly, with one solid punch to the face, Yuto buckles over and collapses to the ground with a thud.

The stadium goes quiet. Your heart pounds and you repeatedly tap on Chanyeol’s thigh. “Is that a KO?” you ask, your attention fixed on Baekhyun.

“I-I think so...yeah…” He replies, sounding flabbergasted.

Your jaw nearly drops when you see two referees and a guy who looks like a doctor rush towards the barely conscious fighter. Shortly after checking up on him, the bell buzzes. One of the referees thrusts Baekhyun’s arm to the air and the announcer declares him as the winner. With that, the crowd shot up from their seats, punching the air with roars of victory.

30-second KO in the first round, breaking his previous record. Byun Baekhyun is truly unbeatable.

The breath you’ve been holding whooses out of you, and your stiff shoulders begin to relax. Tears prick your eyes and you take a breath to hold it in. Watching a group of people crowding your boyfriend, some of them holding mics, some of them holding cameras, you have to fight the urge to run to him. You want to tell him that he has done well, that you’re so proud of him, that you love him. Emotion overwhelms you and a tear rolls down your cheek.

Baekhyun glances around the stadium, his eyes searching through the crowd. You don’t know what he is looking for until his eyes meet with your glassy ones. Both of you exchange a warm look and smile at the same time. The need to run to him becomes irresistible. Shooting up from your seat, you slide your way through the rows of people, muttering a collection of excuse mes along the way. You’ve never moved so fast in your life. The moment you get to him, you are panting for breath.

His worried eyes gaze down at you. “Sweetheart?” he whispers. “Are you alright?”

The camera doesn’t stop clicking and flashing. You know you can’t make a scene here or your face will end up appearing on the tabloids.

“Come with me,” you catch his wrist and drag him away from the crowd. You are aware that all eyes are on you right now. So the moment you spot an arrow with a sign that says locker room, you hurry towards that direction.

“What is going on?” Baekhyun asks as you shove him into the room and lock the door behind you. You lean against the door, exhaling. The noise from the crowd is muffled. Now, it is just the two of you in this empty space. Baekhyun is still staring at you with a deep question in his eyes. “You’re starting to scare me, is everything o–”

“I love you.”

Those three words seem to bounce on every surface of this room. Baekhyun’s eyes blink so slowly as he tries to process your sudden confession. “I’m not sure I heard you right. What were you sa-”

“I’m in love with you, Baekhyun.”

This time his eyes grow in size and his jaw drops. “You love me?”

A tremulous smile tilts up the side of your lip, and you nod vigorously to reassure him.

Before you know it, Baekhyun has crossed the minute distance between you and him. You barely have time to breath as he is already taking your face in his hands and lowering his lips to yours. You kiss him back, ardently, hoping he can feel how much you love him through your kiss. His tongue tangles with yours for a few minutes before you lean away to stare up at him.

A fresh tear rolls down your cheek. “I’m sorry I doubted you when you’ve given me all the reasons not to...I’m sorry it took someone’s death to make me realize how important you are to me.” you sniff in a shuddery breath. “I don’t know if it’s too late to ask, but if you still love me...can I be your girlfriend?”

His whole feature softens. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but yes...yes!” He starts to pepper kisses all over your face, eliciting a gurgle of laughter from you. You hug him tightly to you. When he is satisfied, he looks down, his soft eyes meeting yours. “Can I take you home now?”

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Abby/Owen St. Mary's set fic "II"

A sexy time fic, anything I wrote in here just pretend I didn't 😳😅. This was done so I figure I should post it for the shipping squad, everyone else keep scrolling pls... I have unfinished fics set before and after but I figure I can just put this one here for now until those are finished, then maybe put the whole thing on ao3... or nah idk.

It was such fun having a secret lover. Ever since Abby had arrived at St Mary’s two months ago, she’d had her eye on Owen, and he the same back. He made her warm and giggly and everything just fell into place a few weeks ago when he kissed her. Just the other day, Owen told her he’d never felt this way about anyone before or even had a real girlfriend.

She never had sex before, and Owen only had a couple of times years prior. But four days ago they did it for the first time in one of the empty rooms, and it’d been amazing. Abby couldn’t help but think about him and the way he felt in her since. Now beyond just him always making her smile, her mouth watered when she saw him. Owen was all she could think about. But she still had her duties to attend to as a Firefly and no one else could know, especially not her dad.

Abby’s shift finally ended and she knew Owen’s did at the same time. As planned, he was going to wait for her by the south exit and meet up with her.

“Psst” she heard him call. Abby spotted him and grinned, half jogging up to him.

“Hey!” she greeted before being pulled in close for a kiss. Owen gripped her body tight, one hand moved to the front of her shirt and held her breast. Abby blushed at his forwardness, he normally kept it cool.

Owen leaned his head down, exhaling hard, “I kept thinking about you all day.”

“Me too,” Abby admitted. Just being near him and holding him was starting to make her wet.

Owen gave her a light squeeze on her side, and then dropped his hand down to hold hers for a second.

“Let’s find a room.”

They went down the halls, peeking in the rooms for a good one. Finding a largely intact and cleanish looking one, Abby pulled Owen by the hand inside. The tall teen shut the door with his other hand and turned to kiss Abby fiercely, holding her close and kissing her as if he’d been starved for it. Abby did her best to keep up, opening her mouth to let in his tongue and pawing at his shirt.

AN: ok I figure by now the people not interested in this aren't reading so if you want to have a premium reading experience, I based this fic off a risque set of renders made a few months ago. Warning graphic 18+ PLS don't click unless you want a good time lmao link

Owen leaned his head to the side to stop and guided her to a chair in the room. He sat down with a plop and wiped the dust off it. Abby glanced around, she supposed it was better than the old hospital bed.

“Sit on my lap, babe,” Owen offered, and with a shy smile Abby obeyed and went over to sit on him. She hoped it wasn’t uncomfortable for him, that she wasn’t too boney or heavy, but Owen seemed happy and leaned in to kiss her again. It was turning her on so much how he was leading the way.

Their makeout seemed to spice up a bit as Owen moved his hand to the crotch of her pants, rubbing her over the fabric. Abby hummed and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. After a moment his other hand wandered to her shirt and Owen pulled it up revealing her tummy and lacy red bra. Owen paused to look and admire her.

“You were wearing something so sexy this whole time? You’re such a bad girl, Abigail.”

Abby felt a tinge of self consciousness, “How am I bad if I’m doing it just for you?” She played with the collar of his shirt. “Shouldn’t that make me good?”

Owen gazed intently at her, “Yeah, you’re right. You’re a good girl. But good or bad,” he began rubbing her crotch again over the pants in circles. ”I’ll take either one.”

Abby bit her lip and kissed Owen again, desperate for more feeling. She then brought back her hands and undid her belt, then struggled to pull her pants over her thighs and ass which were thickening with muscles from the tireless training she’d been doing.

Abby then pulled up and over her shirt leaving her in just her red, silky underwear. She remembered finding this set at an abandoned store on the way to Salt Lake. She’d discreetly tucked them in her bag, hoping no one noticed. Abby always did kinda of like pretty or girly clothes, it’s just she was never in the environment to wear them. She always had to be ready to be down and dirty, though sometimes she’d dream what it’d be like in the old world, hanging out in something flowy and soft at the park with her friends.

Abby’s daydreams were interrupted by Owen’s strong fingers now rubbing her crotch over her thin panties, she could feel the warmth of his hand over the thin layer of fabric. When Owen had done that during their first time, he’d driven her crazy with anticipation. It seemed they were both at a point though that the teasing needed to go further.

“Take them off,” she told him.

His amber eyes looked black as they met hers and Abby squeaked as Owen pulled off her panties with one hand and pushed in two fingers with the other.

“You’re so wet.” He murmured and Abby inhaled sharply.

“Because I want you so bad.” Abby responded and bit her lip. Owen moved his hand in and out, and her slick pussy squelched. Abby groaned and gripped his shoulder ducking her head. His fingers were thick and he curled them in her as she moaned.

“Fuck….” Abby whimpered, she made eye contact with Owen and it was almost intimidating, he seemed so dominant.

Then he pulled out his fingers and Abby opened her mouth in protest. Owen responded by sticking the digit he’d had in her into her mouth. Abby began to suck them as she figured that’s what he wanted. She tasted sweet on his skin.

“Damn, you are such a good girl,” Owen hummed, his pupils were wide. He pulled out his hand and began to shimmy down his pants. His cock, Abby thought, pressing her thighs together. She wanted it.

Owen pulled out his thick member and rubbed it vertically against her pussy. Abby adjusted herself on his lap. “Where’d you learn all this, Goober?” She asked, putting a hand on his face.

Owen tilted his head. “Porno DVD’s. That and Manny telling me shit in great detail. It’s way better in real life though.”

“Are you gonna fuck me hard?” Abby teased. He’d been gentle the first time but she could handle it. She was almost trembling next to his cock.

“You want that, don’t you?” He purred, putting a hand on around her jaw.

His cock was hot and grew rock hard as she could feel it pulse next to her. She was getting so wet.

“Yes… please put it in me,” she whispered to him. “I want it.”

“Hmm,” hummed Owen, giving her a confident smirk. He hooked a thumb through the back of Abby’s bra and gave it a tug, undoing the clasp. Abby gasped as it came loose and Owen leaned forward to give her chest and nipple kisses.

Abby moaned and held the back of his head as he kissed her. He was teasing her so much it was torture, Abby grasped at his cock, craving at least some friction. Owen growled and Abby pressed herself up against him. “Put it in me,” she practically begged.

Owen shifted them both and leaned back to align himself up with Abby’s entrance. Abby lifted herself up and could feel the head pushing to get into her. Her nails dug into Owen’s shoulder and she gasped as the slickness of her pussy allowed his dick to slide in. Abby scrunched her face and toes as he slid in deeper and deeper until Abby was sat all the way down in her lover’s lap, him pressed against her. Abby let out a dangerously loud noise and threw back her head. Owen brought his hand around her thin waist to her clit, and Abby began to shift her hips around in circles with him in her.

“Happy now, baby?” Owen asked her in a low voice, and Abby moaned a “Yes!” and nodded.

It felt so good, Abby wanted to cum already. She was really enjoying this sex thing, it beat just sticking her fingers in herself and wishing they were someone else’s.

Abby got the urge to move around a bit more and adjust her weight to her limbs, moving her hips a bit more. Owen moved his grip to help her, the smack of their skin reverberating throughout the room.

Abby gripped the arm of the chair and used her legs to push herself up and down. Owen’s cock went in her deep as she bounced up and down in her lover’s lap.

“Fuck, fuck…” Abby moaned.

Owen held her hips as she moved, but her moved one up to grab her breast as he thrust.

“Your tits are bouncing as much as your braid,” he kneaded it, “I love your beautiful little tits.”

“Mmmm,” Abby hummed, appreciating the dirty talk. He just turned so possessive when he had sex, and she was loving it. Abby was also happy he found her attractive and it made her feel wanted. She found him very attractive as well, so handsome and tall. The sound of the bodies hitting together filled the room, Abby wasn’t well versed in having penises in her, but his felt really good.

Abby leaned back into the seat and looked at Owen. He lifted up her leg and brought it in, moving his hips. This angle felt even better and Abby moaned needingly as she stared at him.

“You like how my cock feels?” Owen asked, his eyes full of lust.

“Yes!” Abby mewled with a gasp, she figured he’d like dirty talk back. “It’s so big. It feels so fucking good, Owen.”

Owen leaned in and kissed her ferociously. He then gripped her tight and started thrust up rapidly and Abby squeaked against his mouth as she struggled to keep steady. She was getting close and moaning as it built.

Owen could tell and brought a hand to her clit, going in circles, the pressure was just what she needed.

“Fuck! Owen I’m gonna cum!” Abby buried her face into his neck, his pace was merciless as his balls slapped up against her and his length moved in and out. “Owen! Oh my god, fuck! Owennnn!” She dug her nails into his shoulder.

He shouldn’t cum in me. Dad would be so mad if I got pregnant! But for some reason Abby didn’t care, and felt her orgasm take her over the edge as Owen thrust up in her rapidly. Abby squeezed her eyes shut and held onto him for stability and moaned as she felt the pleasure hit her in waves, the pressure from his hand and his cock stretching her magnifying the feeling.

“Owen… cum in me,” Abby groaned, her pussy was extremely sensitive from the orgasm, but it was what she wanted to feel. He’d pulled out the first time, shot his warm loads all over her tummy. But now Abby wanted him in her so bad.

“I want to cum in you too, goober,” Owen responded, but he seemed a little hesitant.

“Do it, please!” Abby begged, burying her head into his neck and squeezing her nails again into his shoulder.

Her boyfriend grunted and clenched Abby’s hip hard as he moved her body to his liking. His cock twitched in her and was deep in her as it came its multiple loads.

Owen cursed and groaned loudly and Abby felt him grip her tightly onto him as his hot cum began to fill her and then bubble out.

“Oh my god,” Abby gasped, unable to keep her thoughts straight. She could hardly believe she was in this position with someone. Three months ago she’d have never have guessed. But three months ago she wasn’t in love.

They stayed there for a minute, breathing hard. Eventually, Abby knew she had to get up and gingerly pushed herself off of Owen gasping as she felt him leave her body. Everything was so sensitive. Owen had gone semi-limp and watched her as she stood up naked, cum beginning to run down her leg.

Abby swore and took an old cloth to wipe it off. In her peripheral she saw Owen sit up.

“The way your ass jiggles, Abs… maybe there is a god.”

Abby snorted and gave him a look of disbelief. She tossed him the cloth as he looked like he needed it.

They put back on their underwear, but when Abby reached for her shirt, Owen grasped her forearm and guided her back to the chair. She let him pull her into his lap again, despite knowing they had to go soon or people would notice.

She put her legs up and Owen wrapped his arm around her bare legs and torso almost as if she were a baby.

“Hey, goober,” Abby murmured to him with a smile.

Owen’s face was relaxed but confident, “I love you,” he told her. “Sorry if that’s too early to say. I wanted to say it weeks ago, though.”

Abby felt her stomach flutter, she almost felt like she was in one of those teen romances she used to read. In this hard world she lived in, maybe this was the closest thing she’d ever get to that. She was good with that.

“I love you, too.”

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Carlos Oliveira Imagine (Sleepy Love) 💤💜🌌SMUT

Request:  A Carlos Smut request: Reader can't sleep and constantly tosses and turns, Carlos then gives a particularly interesting offer "If you can't sleep, then why don't we have sex?" Have a great day!

A/N: thank you for this yummy request. Just think of Carlos asking you to have sex in a deep, tired voice. YAS ♥

Word count: 1,152

You tossed and turned, rapidly kicking your legs around from the waves of being too hot or cold. Annoyance pounded in your chest as sleep evaded you for the past three hours.

“God damn it.” You silently mumbled to yourself. All you heard over your quiet tone was Carlos’ cute, gentle snores. The handsome Brazilian was dead asleep as you grew jealous of sleep’s fondness towards your boyfriend. Desperate to not feel so alone in a dark room, you shook Carlos lightly. A deep groan emitted from his scratchy, dry throat. You were caught off guard when a shiver shot down your spine. As you could barely see Carlos, you were able to make out his form and actions. He rubbed his eyes open and slightly turned your direction.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a husky, exhausted tone.

“I can’t sleep...” You whined and he sighed in relief. You not being able to sleep was the least of his worries after going against Umbrella.

“Any idea why?” Carlos completely turned on his side so he was facing you. He was unable to make out your beautiful features, but he could easily picture you. 

You shrugged and nibbled on your bottom lip. He still smelled like the Brazilian soap he ordered from Brazil, that he used in the shower earlier that night.

Carlos rubbed the back of his head in deep thought.

“Well...If you can’t sleep, we can do something else.” Carlos’ smile was obvious through his sudden convincing tone of voice. You knew his intentions, and were excited to indulge them. You curiously raised an eyebrow at Carlos’ “mystery” suggestion.

“Oh really? Like what?” You asked and leaned down so your face was closer to his, your noses practically touched. Carlos lovingly set a hand on your slightly elevated hip. He stroked your hip from under the warm, fluffy comforter. You wanted Carlos to make the first move; to see how desperate your lean mercenary was.

Within seconds he crashed his soft lips hungrily against yours. You melted into his arms as the kiss deepened. No matter how many times it happened, you were amazed how Carlos could have your body melt like better, and sweat like you had bathed in molten lava. Carlos pushed you down under him to assert dominance. How he could easily overpower you was beyond your knowledge, and it didn’t bother you one bit. But, his actions had your core tingling for more.

You always slept naked so he never had to worry about stripping you. You could sense Carlos smirking as he leaned his head down to spread gentle, wet kisses around your collarbone. You gently whimpered at his loving gift of affection; the sweet sounds you made were music to his ears. 

Carlos hummed in response to the positive noises you were emitting through your lips. His strong hands slid down from your hips to your center; Carlos gently rubbed at your clit with his rough thumb. The subtle scratchiness of his skin that had been put through hell felt amazing against your sensitive clit. A sudden loud moan escaped your lips and Carlos chuckled.

“You’re always so sensitive to my touch, mami.” Carlos whispered; it was a subtle compliment. He adored to see you slowly come undone from beneath him. You blushed as Carlos pulled his tight-fitted boxers down his legs, kicking them off. Immediately, you felt his cock poke your entrance and you quietly gasped at his sudden touch.

“You’re just trying to embarrass me. You know damn well how you make me feel. I can’t help that...you get flustered so quickly.” You said in an embarrassed tone as Carlos playfully teased you physically and emotionally.

Carlos continued to rub your clit with his thumb in a circular motion as he used his other hand to guide his thick cock to your entrance. You mentally prepared yourself to be filled completely; even then, not all of Carlos would fit inside. You wrapped your arms around him, ready to dig your nails into the skin of his back at any moment.

Carlos kissed you passionately as he slid his cock inside to distract you from the slight discomfort, since he was so large. There was no way you could avoid the pain as your walls spread to fit as much of Carlos as possible. You made cute sounds to tell Carlos how weak and desperate you were for him in general. Your nails dug deep into his skin and Carlos growled from the surprising burning sensation as his skin was cut. You felt his blood flow under your nails and down his sides, dripping onto the sheets.

Carlos’ rhythm was slow and passionate as you grew comfortable to his size. He was muscular and was scary to most men, but Carlos was a loving, affectionate teddy bear that desired your love.

“F-Faster...” You could hardly beg Carlos to give you more. He knew what you wanted and you certainly deserved to get everything you desired. Carlos slightly quickened his thrusts as he sucked and nibbled harshly across your fragile collarbone. Carlos refused to not mark you while making love; if he didn’t...he wasn’t fucking you correctly.

Your core gradually tightened around Carlos’ cock. As Carlos quickened his pace even more, the bed began to bang against the wall. Knowing how powerful and strong he was, had your warm juice leaking from your deliciously invaded core. Carlos began to huff rapidly as he felt his climax grow near. Your handsome South American didn’t have much left in him as he dog-tags swung back and forth from his mildly aggressive thrusts.

“C-Carlos...I want you to cum inside.” You kindly demanded as you felt your walls aggressively tighten around his throbbing cock.

“Mmm...” Was all Carlos could muster, but you knew he agreed with your request. You dug your nails even deeper into his sweaty back as Carlos squirted his warm seed deep inside you. He road out his orgasm as your cum mixed with his, flowing out from between your lips.

Carlos flopped onto his back, breathing heavily.

“You tired enough to sleep yet?” He asked. Carlos was even more tired than before.

“Definitely.” Both your mind and body desired sleep. You had thought about asking Carlos for more middle of the night sex; his performance seemed even more impressive than during the day. Plus, hearing his attractive tired voice immediately had you wet and desperate for him.

Carlos pulled you close and you quickly fell asleep in his warm, comfortable embrace. You took in Carlos’ mixed scent of Brazilian cologne and fresh sweat. It was soothing, but it also had you desire round two, and possibly round three. But, you needed sleep...and if you kept Carlos going long enough, he would never let you sleep. 

You knew the sex was good when you both were too tired to clean up.

So...the sex was always good.