#BLUE WRECK FOCUS HERE

[greenfrogartist]

Batman looking a little red there, isn't he @the-stove-is-divorced ? Must be a trick of the light

[bitchimasnake-sss]

☆ hubris! ── a blue lock fanfiction. // where you come to wreck the blue lock boys but end up ruined instead. [find part 1 here.]

synopsis: when ego jinpachi asked you to be the ruination of the national japanese football team, you gladly accepted. how hard could it have been? ruining a couple of men was child's play. but what a fool you were, because now you lay in front of the same people you vowed to ruin, and you knew they were about to devour you whole. pairing: afab!reader x multiple men [aged up isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, meguru bachira, rensuke kunigami, nagi seishiro, reo mikage.] // gang-bang. it's implied that the reader has slept with them all previously [in part one]. also, yes! this is consensual. no dub-con or non-con going on, dw!! cw: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. [this means the story contains themes one may not be comfortable with. if you find yourself growing uncomfortable, please click away.] NOT PROOFREAD. WRITTEN DURING A DELUSIONAL PHASE. MDNI. nsfw concludes: OVERSTIMULATION!!! BLINDFOLD!!! MARATHON SEX!!! GANGBANG!!! penetration, doin' it raw, cunnilingus, blowjob, teasing, nicknames, slight bimbofication, overstimulation, praise, marathon sex. my digital footprint goes craaaazy :) wc: 1.2k words m.list

you had believed you would ruin the blue lock boys. you had believed that till the end, till you entered your last prey's room: reo mikage's room. one after the other, you knew you had the boys in your palm. with just one more to conquer, you were utterly confident.

perhaps that hubris is what brought upon your destruction.

reo's request was a bit strange, sure. he had asked you to put on a blindfold, asked you to do nothing else but follow his voice. strange, but nothing you weren't well-equipped to deal with.

what you weren't ready was for all the blue lock boys to corner you like some helpless, little ragdoll.

"you're being too hard on her," rin itoshi commented, looking at how meguru bachira ruined you at the mercy of his tongue. the pink muscle fucked into you, lapping up the dripping juices like it was bachira's only focus in life. rin tsked, "slow down, bachira."

"hah," rensuke kunigami found himself scoffing, looking at the way rin pushed his erection past your lips and fucked your mouth with reckless abandon. the orange-haired man teased, "bold words from you, itoshi. look at what a mess you're making of her."

by mess, the muscled man meant how your chin and lips were dripped in drool and everything that tasted of rin itoshi. you were running out of hair as the star player pulled your mouth up and down his hardened cock.

"ugh, clear up." nagi seishiro quipped up next, stretching his arms as if he wasn't seeing the most lewd display right in front of him. you laid on reo's bed, eyes blindfolded as they men devoured you one after the other. meguru bachira was hooked on your core, eating you out, while rin itoshi fucked your mouth and hyoma chigiri played with your erect nipples, tugging and licking them. nagi huffed, "when's it gonna be our turn?"

"patience," reo mikage reminded the snowy-headed man, "you can have her next."

the men seemed to converse within themselves, only bringing their attention back to you as you gagged on rin's dick. gasping for air, you blindly clawed at his thighs and the hot-headed itoshi finally gave you some mercy. as he pulled out of your mouth, your throat felt strangely empty, almost as if the footballer had made you his own cocksleeve.

"move," isagi yoichi huffed, "it's my turn."

"you had her not even five minutes ago," bachira whined against your puffy, glistening cunt and you heard hyoma chigiri finally let go of your tits with a resigned sigh, "yeah, fuck off, isagi. you just had her."

"and i wanna go again," the raven-headed muttered impatiently, his razor-sharp tongue ready to fight whoever necessary. but kunigami interfered, laughing as he traced the outline of your body with his hungry eyes, "can't blame isagi. i mean, jus' look at her."

see, you would have paid attention to all their bickering if you weren't losing your mind right this second.

all you could feel were hot licks against your clit and a tongue fucking you senseless, you could feel rin— oh, wait. no. from the scent of his soap, it was nagi, now. you could feel nagi push his tip past your wobbling lips. you could feel chigiri play with your nipple, reluctantly sharing another one with reo (if your guess was correct.)

a crazed lick went down the side of your waist, followed up sweet kisses on your thighs and hips. who was that, now? kunigami, or isagi? or wait... did bachira switch with someone else now?

you could swear you were losing your mind, you could swear except you weren't sure you were cognitive enough to think of anything right now.

"gotcha. finally." isagi husked, and you felt him push his erection past your puffy folds and into your velvety hole.

"oh—" you moaned against nagi's shaft, words nothing but senseless garbage that mimicked the human tone. and as act of benevolence— no. as a sadistic act, nagi pulled himself out of your mouth and hummed, "sayin' something?"

the room grew quite, the chattering men that were all over you just a moment ago waited for your answer so patiently. too patiently.

"i-" your throat was sore, words almost dying before they ever got uttered, "n-no."

"no?" bachira mimicked, laughing thereafter as you lay there confused, unsure of their next moves.

"are you tired, pretty?" kunigami rasped, and you would have falsely assumed that they actually cared if it wasn't for the fact that they all went to their administration immediately afterwards.

"a-aah," you panted, mouth falling open as isagi fucked into your overstimulated cunt, "y-yoichi!"

"switch, you bastard." reo's voice dropped down many octaves, a hoarse rasp, and you felt your cunt emptying for just a few moments before it was filled by the mikage industry's heir.

moans tumbled out of your mouth before you filled by someone else. kunigami hissed as you sucked on his cock, taking him so well, "jus' like that, go on."

with his praises, kunigami pressed a harsh hand to the back of your head, making you choke on his length. somewhere along the line, you felt reo abandon your sweet cunt and someone else take his spot. from the man's tight grip on your hips and fast snaps of hip, you assumed the man to be hyoma chigiri.

honestly, you were all but falling apart on their fingertips, and aching cocks. your body was abandoned for a few fractions of a second before a second man laid claim to you. if you could have comprehended, you would have heard their ragged and heavy breaths, pussydrunk words as they passed you among themselves.

as hyoma's thrusts grew in intensity and speed, the coil in your stomach grew tighter and tighter and tighter— and oh my god, you felt something snap within your body. your head was thrown back, back arching so dangerously as your thighs shook, your mouth fell open and screams tore past your larynx. the next minute, a harsh stream of juices erupted out of your overstimulated cunt, drenching you and everyone around in your glistening juices.

"shi—" rin hissed, almost transfixed at the women utterly ruined under them.

"shit, right?" chigiri almost moaned, looking at the rapid, erratic rise and fall of your chest. your body was marked purple and blue, the men already leaving a mark on you. white, milky streams covered your chest and thighs while your face and neck were painted a reddish hue.

"that was so fuckin' hot." nagi rasped, words raw and twisted.

"hey," isagi mumbled, his words so soft as he finally took off your blindfold, "you good?"

the room was too bright, and above you towered men of colossal intentions, naked and still hungry. as the world above you started making sense, you saw bachira pumping himself leisurely, saw rin map out your body nonchalantly. the rest of them were in similar disheveled states: hungry, lust-filled eyes, flushed faces and erect cocks.

your eyes travelled from one till the other, half of them still splashed with your residue from your earlier orgasm. you found some strength within your tired throat, humming out, "y-yeah."

"ya sure?"

"hm." you nodded, your rapid breathing slowing down and dropping down to a steady crawl.

"good," reo rasped, and bachira finished the statement for him, "cause we're not done with ya."

a/n: let me repeat, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! it has potentially non-likable content, so, if ya don't like, don't read!! okay, that's all. sleep well tonight xoxo tagging: this one is for @5hoe1 @mininji @palegardenrebel [yes, i just needed someone to give me an excuse to write this filth] 🤭 m.list

[madamechrissy]

=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- Medical procedures, surgery descriptions, crazy sexual tension, eventually explicit sex etc. ER setting. Reader 26, Dr. Gojo 34, small age gap, work sex, complications, lots of humor, eventual drama and angst. Grey's vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

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♡ Part One ♡

Fuck, you’re exhausted, the first month of your internship as a surgeon was brutal, you haven’t had but a couple hours of sleep here and there, mostly on some of the hospital beds. Your bones ache, your skincare routine is barely hanging by a thread, and your hair is a wreck in a messy bun today. You thought med school was difficult, but it was nothing like this.

“Hey, you okay babe?” Your best friend Maki Zenin asks softly, you look at her and smile, nodding, she purses her lips, tilting her glasses.  “No you’re not.”

“I’m wiped, Maki. This patient injected cocaine up his ass.” She bursts out laughing right in the middle of the hospital floor, you cover her mouth quickly, looking around. “Shh!”

“Shit, forreal? I thought my case was bad, he’s been here eight times for hits of pain meds since I have been here, he keeps bashing his hand on shit.” She sighs, handing her files to the desk then picking up several more.

You’re both in your pale blue scrubs, Maki’s pretty green hair is high up in a ponytail, now your other two best friends from your internship come up, Inumaki Toge and Yuta Okkotsu, both looking exhausted along with you. Yuta’s eye bags rival yours by far, he slicks back his dark hair as you all check the time on your watches.

“Another sixteen hours almost down.” He says through a yawn.

“Tired.” Inumaki says, and you sigh, nodding in agreement.

“Fuck that, we need to throw a party.” Maki says, somehow still so energetic, and you’re so confused how it’s possible.

“Party?” Inumaki asks, he’s certainly a man of few words, but his violet eyes explain whatever anyone needs to know.

“No way, Maki. Fuck that.” Yuta says, earning Maki sticking her tongue out at him.

“Buzz kill, ugh. Listen, this weekend, we’ll invite some of the people from our class, we can invite some of the other interns too. Ooh, maybe even those sexy resident doctors.” She wiggles her brows with a mischievous little grin.

“Maki, we're too old for that shit now.”  You grumble.

“Bitch we’re twenty six? How are we old.”

“I feel ancient.” Yuta agrees. “Coffee everyone?”

“I have to stop by Doctor Gojo’s real quick, meet you all there?” You say, and they nod, waving you off as you head to your Resident doctor’s office. Dr. Gojo was the boss of you four, one of the residents along with Dr. Nanami and Dr. Geto. All three were fawned over by all the interns, except you. 

Yes they were gorgeous, and yes Dr. Gojo was positively beautiful, with his snowy white hair, his glittery blue eyes, his big grin. But you were just too exhausted and too beat to really fawn over someone, especially someone you really could not be with, seeing as he is your resident, you’re just a little intern. Satoru also happens to be the top surgeon in the hospital.

You go to knock but see his door is cracked open, you carefully take the knob in your hand, twisting it and peeking your head in, seeing Satoru Gojo’s head fall back, as he’s gasping. You look curiously, but his hands are up on the desk, as he’s biting his lower lip, his brows together, eyes shut. You clear your throat and he jerks then, clearing his throat.

“Um… hey intern.” He says, his voice clipped. You shut the door behind you, tilting your head curiously at him, his face reddening slightly.

“Dr. Gojo, I have a question about this patient, is everything okay? It won’t take very long.” You say, and his eyes flicker over your face, an expression you can’t explain, as he sucks in a breath.

“I um… can listen… in… fuck, fuck!” He moans then, he clearly moans, and you hear a bump on his desk now. “Oh, oh that’s so much better.”

“I… what the fuck!?” He flushes then, sliding back, and one of the nurses jumps up, giggling now and wiping her mouth, she has pretty blue hair.

“Thank you Miwa, you’re a gem.” He stands, patting her head with a smile, and she giggles again, as you watch in confusion, your brows together, mouth open. “I need to talk to her about cool doctor things, I’ll see you around later?”

Cool Doctor things.

Blow jobs on the clock?

How is this your boss?

“Yes, Dr. Gojo. Hi there!” She waves at you, as if nothing has happened, as if she wasn’t just sucking Dr. Gojo off, and he’s looking bashful!?

“What the hell is this shit? Lock a door?” He comes to you, locking the big door with a click behind you. “Not now!”

“I forgot it was open, shit. I’m sorry. Stress relief, you know.” He smiles down at you, a stupid smirk you’d like to smack off his pretty face, hands in the pockets of his long white doctor jacket. “Don’t you ever need any?”

You heat up at his husky tone, as you realize just what you’d walked into. It had been a long time since you’d even thought that way, not just with Med school but now being an intern, especially since you broke up with your ex months back. “What? Yuck don’t come near me.”

“Why, ya jealous.” He brushes your hair back, earning your glare. “You’re awfully cute when you are.”

“Jealous of you? No thanks, I'm good. I sure am not part of your fan club.”

Satoru pouts. “Yeah, and you’re the only one.”

“Yep. Anyway, I’m now disturbed.” You shiver with feigned disgust, making him snort a bit in laughter. “But I only came in here to go over Mr. Lewis.” Sighing, you hand him the file with a gentle brush of your fingers against his palm. “He's been a difficult case.”

“Fuck, the cocaine dude? Ah shit, it’s that bad?”

“We have him stable, but something about it threw me off, how could it be that severe of an effect? Colitis has lasted days now and no improvement.”

“Mmm, true. But it makes sense, you can’t just inject cocaine into the anus and… have a party.” A hint of laughter escapes from his lips before he can control it, earning a stern look from you, making him study the file more carefully.

“Be serious.”

“I’m your boss, you know!”

“Yeah, somehow. Anyway, I feel there is something underlying. Perhaps exasperated by the cocaine.”

“Up the ass! Hah!” He’s smacking his long leg now, chuckling, earning your glare. “Oof you’re so serious, sorry, carry on.” He gives you a mock salute, and your eyes are so far back in your head they might stay that way.

“So I’m wondering if he has something else, untreated, the man has no history of any doctor visits since he was living with his parents.”

He taps his chin then. “Hmm, good point. It’s possible. Have we checked him for Chron’s?”

“Shit, maybe, that would make so much sense too, his white blood cell count is through the roof. I’ll leave a note to run some tests before I go.” You take the folder back then, your fingers brushing, and it brings a blush to your cheeks.

“What’s wrong, intern?”

“Just weirded out by you, Dr. Hojo.” He snorts then.

“Dr. Hojo!?”

“It’s what they call you, I guess it’s true.” You say, raising a brow, and he is leaning close, too close. You can smell that stupidly expensive cologne he wears every day, filling your senses far too much. You try to avoid those eyes, even though you look at them all the time, they still are…

Too much.

“And you don’t ever wanna just get eaten out?” You blush more now, looking down as he stands up tall, so fucking tall over you. “Don’t be shy now, we spend more time together than alone.”

“I don’t do that when not in relationships.” He pauses, and you expect some joke, since he takes nothing serious but surgery it seems. But he tilts your chin up, and studies you with those eyes, lids lowering ever so slightly.

“Aw, so you’re a good girl.” He says teasingly, causing a warm sensation to spread through your stomach at his words. You shake your head and try to ignore the fluttering feeling within you.

“Don’t say that!”

“Turn you on?”

“No! Jesus. I don’t care what people do with their bodies, I don’t care if you’re a whole manwhore-”

“Excuse me!”

“But I just need a relationship, I’m not attracted to just looks, there has to be a deeper connection.” He studies you carefully now, so serious unlike his usual goofy demeanor.

“Hmm, a challenge.”

“What now?” You glare up at him, clutching the folders to your chest tightly. “Not a challenge, you psycho. Go get all the blowjobs you want, like Thanos collecting all those infinity stones.”

He grins, sharp little fangs glinting, and you don’t like the effects it’s having on your body, or your mind. You can barely take a breath. “You’re actually so funny, holy shit.”

“You don’t really know me. Aside from work.”

“You never take me up on any of those offers of coffee, or grabbing a bite, all you do is work Missy. All work, no play, makes a sad girl.” He taps your nose, and it scrunches up, making him smile a bit. “Cute.”

“Whatever, I have to work my ass off, it’s important, I have to make sure I get to scrub in with you. That chance comes at the end of this month.”

“Well you’re the top intern I have, so don’t worry so much.” He pats your shoulder, and you blink a bit. “Surprised? How. You graduated top of the school, you bust your cute little butt, and you’re intelligent, caring for your patients. Of course I was picking you first.”

“Oh my god…”

“You’ve ruined your own surprise. Act surprised when you find out, mmkay?” You hug him then, heart racing as you think of it. “Oh so now you like me.”

“I can really scrub in to a surgery with you!?” You couldn't contain your excitement as you leaned back and looked up at Satoru Gojo. He nodded, his hands taking hold of your waist through your scrubs, and that touch?

Does things, fuck.

“I’m so sorry-”

“You’re fine, intern. Stay a little longer.” You nervously step back, his hands are still on your waist, making you tremble, as your eyes both lock.

“I can never fuck such an opportunity up. Um… thank you though, that gives me so much hope, maybe I can actually relax for two minutes!” He smiles softly, nodding, his hands falling to his sides. “I’m sorry I…”

“Interrupted? Nah. Think you made me cum quick.”

“What!?” You glare again, and his smirk makes you itch to smack him all over again. “Dr. Gojo!”

“You’re so pretty though, I think it made her job quicker. Win win.”

“I’m out of here. Ugh.” You turn away, hand on the knob, and then his comes on top of it and gently unlocks it with a twist, you feel his hard body against your back, and you get overwhelmed in his office, damn near unable to breathe, as he’s clearly…

Is Dr. Gojo inhaling your hair!?

“New shampoo?” He asks, you turn to glare up at him, putting your faces far, far too close.

“How would you know my…”

“You always wear that one that smells like strawberries, this one is more floral. Hmm I don’t know if I like it as much, but it’s still yummy.”

“I… you…”

“See you later, intern.” He says softly, then finally steps away, leaving you reeling as you hastily step out without a word, leaning your back against his door, shutting your eyes for a moment in the quiet hall his office is in. You shake yourself out of it quickly, he’s just being…

Dr. Hojo.

Notorious womanizer, but the best damn surgeon there was, a whole idiot and yet an entire genius. And not your type, not at all, even if he’s gorgeous, you did not like man whores, or men that aren’t serious, especially not your boss, anyway. Fucking your boss in this industry would essentially make everyone question every accomplishment as favoriteism.

You sure weren’t going to sacrifice all your hard work for some dick.

You bounce away, heading to the little cafe where your friends are waiting, sitting next to Yuta who hands you a coffee with a little smile. “Thank you, ugh.”

“You’re welcome, girlie.”

“So, party?”

“Maki!” You three say, and she sighs, shooting her espresso down.

“Next weekend! Come on you guys, what do you say?”

“Oh fine.” You concede. Maki, Yuta and Toge all live with you, in your town home, since you could absolutely not afford it yourself, with the shitty pay of your internship and the college bills. It was left to you, but you still had property taxes and other bills, so they helped a ton. “No one better fuck my house up, I swear.”

“Hell yeah, here’s to a party bitches.” She holds up her little styrofoam cup, and you all cheers each other then, laughing.

“Party, hmm?” Comes Dr. Gojo’s voice, he’s standing there with Dr. Geto and Dr. Nanami. You all get nervous then, but he grins. “I’m coming. What about you guys?”

“No way.” Nanami grumbles, he’s very serious, his glasses slung over his sandy blond hair, his face exhausted.

“I’ll come.” Dr. Geto chimes in, chuckling and sipping his coffee, he’s as tall as Dr. Gojo and well swoon worthy. He would be more your type you think, with that serious yet fun nature, whereas Dr. Gojo…

“C’mon Nanami. You gotta, you gotta, you-”

“Jesus you’re a child.” You say, and Gojo gasps at you, Geto and even Nanami laugh, only earning Gojo’s scowl.

“You brat, I’m a good eight years older than you!”

“You look like a twenty year old frat boy.”

"And you look like an angry little brat!” He shot back, only causing more laughter to erupt from the group.

“Okay, okay.” Dr. Geto holds up his hands now. “Let’s be nice, kids.”

“Kids! Suguru I’m older than you.” Gojo says with a glare.

“Like six months. Anyway, we’ll be there at this party, text us the details? We’d love to unwind.” Dr. Geto says, and Maki jumps up now, as you and Gojo are glaring at each other across your table. “Got it, thank you Maki.”

“Of course, we’ll invite both of your interns too. It’ll be much needed after hell month.” You just sit there, as they all talk, and Gojo is all pouty, like a baby. You peek at your phone now, seeing a text from your shitty ex, your face falls.

“Everything okay?” Maki asks softly, and you sigh, nodding.

“Just the ex.” You whisper back.

“Ex huh?” Satoru has somehow gotten behind you, leaning over, you smack at his hand then, glaring. “What, I wanna know!”

“You’re too fucking much sometimes. Ugh.” You stand up then, slinking past him. “I’m headed to get changed and then I’m leaving. See you all at home?” They all nod, eyeing you and Satoru curiously, you wave at the Doctors then head out.

Ugh, along with Satoru just being… weird and annoying, and your ex? He was a toxic, needy mess. He’d left you because you didn’t have enough time for him, and maybe you really didn’t, how could you have a relationship until your internship was finished? The first week none of you even left the hospital, sleeping in bunk beds and showering there.

But he constantly needed you, made you feel guilty, would fuck with your alarms and everything. Thank God he was long gone, even if he was annoying you currently, you delete his messages, heading to the locker room and hearing steps. You look back curiously to see Satoru holding the door open for you.

“What are you doing?”

“I am sorry, that was rude of me.”

“Yeah, well, what’s new.” You both walk into the locker room now, Satoru’s shrugging off his white lab coat, your cheeks heat up while you slip off your scrub top, it was normal to change in front of everyone, you all had co op locker rooms and showers even, all of you took years of anatomy, the human body was nothing really but parts.

But as you feel his eyes on you, when you’re down to just a black lace bra and a pair of boy shorts, you tense a bit, looking at him, shirtless, his lips parted as he looks at you. “I am sorry I know I annoy you, Miss perfect.”

“I’m no Miss perfect. I guess I have a lot to prove.” You say softly, trying not to drink in his rippling muscles, perfect well defined torso, cuts low where he’s now sliding up a pair of dark blue jeans.

His blue eyes fixate on you as he does, as you’re sliding on a pair of jeans yourself, buttoning them with trembling hands. “I had a lot to prove once too. I do understand.”

“You’re being serious?” You tease, earning a little smile, as he slides a black long sleeve shirt over his head. You get flustered as you realize your nipples are pressed against the cups of your bra, sliding your shirt and then a jacket on yourself, sitting at the bench to slide on your black boots.

“I can be serious sometimes, I just think there’s enough death, sadness, and depression in this career. Why not just try to have some fun? Otherwise, it’ll just consume you.” He says softly, in that husky voice of his, so sexy it alone could wreck someone. But his words…

“That makes sense.” You say softly now, standing as he does, grabbing your purse and locking up your locker, spinning the combination, at the same time he grabs his keys and wallet. “So you try to… brighten up things.”

“Yeah, someone has to.” He walks to you then, tapping your nose once more. “You’re too serious, you’ll have to lighten up, or this career will wreck you.”

You nod then, carefully, realizing perhaps this slutty, silly doctor had a lot more to him, than just being the perfect surgeon. “I’ll take that advice. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, also…” He leans forward as you all are stepping out of the locker room, headed toward the automatic glass doors, and you look at him curiously. “Nice panties.”

“Oh fuck you, Dr. Hojo!” You glare now, shoving at him, as he heads to his mercedes benz, and you’re in your ancient SUV that sounds like a beast.

“Night-night, intern.” He shoots you two fingers, sliding into his fancy car with blacked out windows. You roll your eyes, putting your car in gear.

What a day.

Part Two

[inkedinshadows]

Under the Summer Sun

Pairing: Azriel x Summer Court!reader

Summary: Azriel's mate takes him on a little vacation in the Summer Court, where she introduces him to a shocking tradition of her home court.

Warnings: none

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: I have one thing to say about this one, and it's that I had no idea where I was going when I started writing. I had a general idea, and that was it. Everything else came to me thanks to little sleep, lot of coffee, too many classes, and missing summer. This fic is really silly and I have no idea how it became this long tbh

@azrielappreciationweek

Azriel had been to the Summer Court many times, but never on vacation. He had gone on missions, of course, and to check in with his informants stationed there. Then there was that one time with his family, which had resulted in a wrecked building and Cassian's consequent ban. The last time he'd been here, it was to defend Adriata against Hybern.

And now, he was here with you. Somehow, you had managed to convince him to take a whole week off. Maybe it had something to do with you batting your long lashes at him, knowing he could never say no when you looked so cute. Or perhaps it was because you had already talked to Rhys, who had agreed that his brother needed some time to relax.

Either way, Azriel was glad you had convinced him. You were staying in your family's vacation house in a little town south of Adriata. The first day was spent in bed, cuddling and making love, getting up only to eat—as you had done years ago after accepting the mating bond. On the second day, you showed him the town and the places where you had grown up. But today would be a surprise. You had refused to tell him exactly what you'd be doing, claiming only that it was a common custom in the Summer Court.

“Are you ready, my love?”

Your voice came from behind the bathroom door, and Azriel glanced at his reflection in the mirror one last time. His half-naked self stared back. You had given him a simple piece of clothing to put on, and you’d been very clear about wearing only that.

Azriel was confused.

It looked like underwear, but it was too long, reaching his mid-thigh, and it was a bit looser around his legs. The deep blue fabric was unusual—soft yet a bit thicker than his regular underwear, and elastic. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but he didn’t understand why you wanted him to wear such a thing. It wasn’t alluring or anything like that. At least, he didn’t think it was.

With a sigh, he opened the door. “Sweetheart, I’m not sure—”

His words died on his tongue as his eyes settled on you. Standing in the center of the bedroom, you were wearing a new set of lingerie he had never seen before. The fabric seemed similar to the one he was wearing, but yours was a shade of cerulean blue that complemented your dark skin. It hugged your curves perfectly, tight enough to cover yet revealing in all the right ways.

“So?” you asked with a smile, spinning around so he could see you even better. “What do you think?”

Azriel closed the distance between you in two long strides, and his hands immediately found your exposed waist.

“You're breathtaking, my love,” he murmured, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. He could never get enough of you—your smooth skin, your soft body, your scent. And whenever you surprised him with something like this, his head felt as if it were spinning.

“I'm glad you like it.” You looked down at your body, brushing your fingertips over the hem of your bra. Azriel wanted to kiss the spot where the fabric met your skin. “It's been years since I last got to wear one of these.”

He had to suppress his rising desire to focus on your words. He frowned at the hint of melancholy that laced your tone. “What do you mean? You can wear it whenever you want.” His fingers pressed slightly into your flesh as he leaned down to whisper directly in your ear. “You look ravishing, sweetheart.”

He felt your body react to his words and touch as it always did—relaxing in his hold, leaning imperceptibly closer. But there was a playful smile on your lips when you asked, “What do you think this is, Az?”

Azriel's frown deepened. “New underwear?”

You hummed, amusement glinting in your eyes. But instead of answering, you slipped out of his grasp. “Let me take a good look at you.”

He grew more confused by the second. You studied him, eyes focused on what looked more like short pants than boxers. Yet there was no hint of desire on your face. Your gaze didn't roam over his body with that intensity that made heat bloom in his lower stomach. You didn't bite your bottom lip, didn't reach out to touch the bare muscles of his chest, and your breath didn't catch as it always did when you wanted him.

“You look so handsome,” you said eventually. Your gaze finally met his, and your amused smile widened at his confusion. “We can go now.”

Azriel blinked, but you were already heading for the door, grabbing a bag from the floor on your way out.

He immediately trailed after you, following you downstairs. His shadows swarmed around him, flying over to tangle in the ends of your hair as if trying to coax an answer out of you. But even they couldn't read minds, and you didn't offer an explanation.

“Go where?” he questioned, watching you put your slippers on. What did you even need shoes for?

“The beach,” you answered, as if it were obvious.

Azriel just stared at you. He was waiting for a punchline or a joke, because surely you couldn't be serious. But when you arched a brow, that smirk still playing on your lips, he realized you weren't joking.

“What do you mean?” he asked then.

“This is not underwear, Az,” you finally explained in an amused tone. “They're swimsuits. Mine's called a bikini, and yours are swim trunks.” You lifted the bag in your hand as if to prove your point. “I have beach towels. We're going to the beach.”

He gaped at you. “You really mean to tell me you want to go outside wearing…” He glanced down at himself, then at you. “Just this?” he finished.

“That's exactly what I'm telling you.” You shrugged, as if the thought of walking around with just a scrap of clothing didn't bother you at all.

“There's no way you're going out dressed like that,” he said firmly. “You're basically naked.”

“I'm not naked!” You sounded outraged, but he could see you were trying not to laugh. “I'm wearing a bikini.”

Azriel crossed his arms. He had never once told you what you could or couldn't wear, and he didn't want to start now. But a revealing dress or a plunging neckline were different from… this. The thought of everyone seeing you with nothing more than two small pieces of fabric made his jaw clench.

“How is it any different from going out wearing underwear?” he pressed.

You opened your mouth, then closed it again, falling silent for a moment. “I don't know,” you mumbled. “It's just socially acceptable here to go to the beach like this.”

He thought he was getting through to you, that he just needed to push a bit more and then you'd see how inappropriate it was. Instead, you stood straighter again and adjusted the bag on your shoulder.

“Come on, Az,” you said, your voice low and inviting. “It'll be fun. I've done this a thousand times already. I promise you, it's totally normal here.”

Azriel knew what you were doing. You thought that if you used that tone, if you batted your lashes and looked at him with your big doe eyes, he would cave. Normally, he would. He could hardly say no to you. But he couldn't stand the thought of someone else seeing his mate clad only in underwear. Bikini. Whatever it was called.

“Y/N, that's not the point. I—”

Before he could finish, your lips curled into a mischievous smirk, and you suddenly turned and bolted out the front door before he could catch you.

Cursing under his breath, Azriel quickly slipped on his shoes and followed you outside, not caring about his own underdressed state.

You hadn't gone far, not with those slippers that made running nearly impossible. He caught up to you just as you turned the corner, his hand grabbing your arm, his shadows swirling around both of you to hide your indecent state.

You stopped in your tracks and pointed to the beach just at the end of the short street. “Look,” you said simply.

Azriel did, and his eyes widened at what was probably one of the most shocking sights he'd ever seen.

There weren't many people, but you were right. Everyone—males and females, High Fae or lesser faeries, even the few children—was wearing the so-called swimsuits. And no one paid anyone else a second glance. Everyone minded their own business, either lying on towels or swimming. Some of the children were playing in the sand.

His shadows dimmed under the sunlight, halting their swirling around your bodies and disappearing completely soon after.

“Is it really that normal here?” he asked, a hint of surprise still in his voice. His gaze slowly returned to you.

“This is the Summer Court, Az,” you replied with a chuckle. “What kind of people would we be if we didn't enjoy our sea in this heat?” You took his hand, giving it a gentle tug to make him follow as you began walking again. “Come on. You're a big Illyrian. Don't tell me you're shy.”

Despite his lingering shock, Azriel couldn't help the smile spreading across his face. “It's not that.”

He had never had a problem with nakedness. He'd seen plenty over the centuries, enough not to be bothered by it. It was the idea of willingly wearing nothing more than underwear—and he wouldn't let you convince him that it was anything other than that—and going out in public. More specifically, it was the idea of his beautiful mate going out in public like that. It was a sight usually reserved just for him, and he didn't want to share it with anyone.

“Fine.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “If someone looks at me the wrong way, you can bash his teeth out. Is that better?”

He knew you were joking, but the fact that you were aware of his concern and the way you dismissed it so lightheartedly actually helped him relax.

“It is, yes,” he confirmed, only half-joking. He wouldn't actually do it unless it was an extreme situation, and he knew you could hold your own without his help, but still. He couldn't suppress the protective—and possessive, if he was being honest—streak that was only emphasized by your bond.

“See, this is why I didn't tell you what we'd be doing today,” you teased. You had reached the beach now, and you led him to an empty spot away from the others before letting go of his hand. “Because you wouldn't have agreed.”

Azriel couldn't deny that you were right. It would have taken a lot of convincing and persuasion to get him to agree to this.

Or maybe just your smile.

You took off your slippers and buried your bare feet in the white sand, wiggling your toes through the grains. You breathed in the scent of sea and salt in the air, your eyes closed. And the soft, fond smile that graced your lips as you reconnected with your homeland court made him fall in love with you all over again. It was a smile he’d do anything to see, and Azriel made a mental note to bring you to the Summer Court more often.

He followed your lead and slipped off his shoes. The sand was warm under his soles, and the morning sun heated his tanned skin. He even spread his wings a little, basking in the sensation.

“So, what do we do now?” he asked after a moment.

Your eyes opened, and you crouched down to open the bag you’d dropped on the ground. “Now we set the towels down,” you answered, pulling one out and handing it to him. “It’s probably too small for you, but I don’t have a beach towel for overgrown bats, so…”

Azriel shook his head, used to your endless teasing. You chuckled softly, and after you both placed your towels on the sand—his was, indeed, too small—you took his hand again, walking backward toward the shore and pulling him along.

“Now we go swimming,” you declared, then paused, a small frown creasing your brow. “You do know how to swim, right?”

It was Azriel’s turn to chuckle. “Of course I can swim, sweetheart. I just don’t remember the last time I had to.”

“Well, then,” you said with a smile, rising on your toes to kiss him, “let’s go make some memories.”

Without waiting for a response, you ran into the ocean with a delighted squeal and dove in, water splashing around you. Azriel didn’t move immediately, and simply watched as you emerged, eyes bright and smile wide.

You were the picture of joy.

The last time he had seen you this happy was probably at your mating ceremony, when you had appeared in that stunning teal and gold dress, looking like a vision. And now, as you stood in the water, Azriel was suddenly grateful you had brought him here. Droplets trickled down your body, your brown skin glistening in the sunlight as you moved your wet hair out of your face.

You beckoned him with a hand, and his feet moved of their own accord, guiding him toward you. He inhaled sharply as the cold water reached his thighs, sloshing around his wings. He didn't know how you could look so at ease when he was shivering, but you were in your element after all, while he was completely out of his.

“Aw,” you cooed as he reached you. “Is my little bat cold?”

Azriel grimaced, his tone playful as he pulled you closer. “First you call me an overgrown bat, and now I’m a little one?”

Your wet body pressed against his still-dry chest, and your hair dripped water onto his tattooed skin as you looked up at him. “Well, yes,” you confirmed, stating it as if it were an obvious fact. “Illyrians are overgrown bats, but you’re my little bat.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “You know I’m a head taller than you, right? I’m not little.”

You opened your mouth to answer, but then you closed it without saying a word. Azriel could see the wheels turning in your head as you stepped away from him, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

“What is it?” he asked, knowing that expression all too well. “What did you just think?”

“There's this thing my father always did when I was a child,” you explained. “I loved it, and now I want you to do it too.”

After all the crazy ideas you'd hit him with over the years—this beach day being the latest—Azriel wasn't sure he wanted to know what you were talking about now, but he still lifted a brow. “And said thing is…?”

Your smile widened. “Throw me in the water.”

Azriel frowned. He must have heard that wrong. “What?”

But you nodded enthusiastically, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips. “Pick me up and throw me in the water. You're strong enough to do it, c'mon.”

His fingers tightened on your hips, but he still wasn't convinced. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you love me and I asked nicely?” you tried, batting your lashes at him.

Azriel chuckled. “I do love you, but you did not ask nicely.” He pulled you closer, his fingers brushing the hem of your panties. Gods, it still felt like underwear to him, and all he wanted was to take them off. “You ordered me to do it.”

You laughed with him. “Sorry about that.” Pulling him down, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Love of my life, my mate, my everything, will you please be so kind as to use your beautiful, strong muscles to pick me up and throw me in the water? It's fun, and I’d really appreciate it.”

He knew you were teasing, but his heartbeat quickened with every word of flattery, even after all these years. “You are unbelievable,” he mumbled, stealing another kiss.

Though he still didn't understand how it could be fun, and wasn’t sure if he even liked the idea, his hands slid up to your waist. He lifted you effortlessly, water cascading off your body as he hoisted you out of the ocean. He hesitated for a moment, but when he saw your excited smile, he threw you back into the water, expecting you to twist midair and gracefully dive in. You had the agility and flexibility for it. He knew you could do it.

But you didn’t.

You let yourself plummet straight into the ocean, your laughter swallowed by the water as you plunged in, splashing it all around. The water was so clear he could see you sink for a moment before you kicked your legs and emerged, grinning from ear to ear.

Azriel stopped questioning whether it was fun or not. It didn't matter if it was childish and silly. After all, he still had snowball fights with his brothers.

All that mattered was the joy written on your face, and as he made his way over to you, he found himself wishing he had a place like this—somewhere he cherished returning to, a place filled with memories of a happy childhood.

“You probably think I'm crazy,” you said as you treaded water. He could still touch the seabed here, but it was now too deep for you.

“A little,” he admitted with a smile. “But as long as it makes you happy, love.”

You looped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer as his hands found their way back to your hips. Pressing your body against his, you rubbed the tip of your nose against his. “There’s something else that would make me happy right now,” you murmured, gazing into his eyes.

Azriel’s smile widened as he leaned in for a kiss, but before he knew it, you had pulled him under the surface. He had adjusted to the water’s temperature by now, but the sudden, full submersion still made him shiver. His first instinct was to break the surface and take a deep breath—something he would have done already if only you had told him what you were planning. Before he could, though, you used your magic to create a bubble of oxygen around the two of you, allowing him to breathe.

“So drowning your mate is what makes you happy?” he asked skeptically.

“Sorry about that,” you chuckled, eyes glinting with mischief. “But the surprise on your face was priceless.”

Azriel lifted a brow, readjusting his wings. It had been so long since the last time he was underwater that it took a moment to remember how to position them properly, preventing himself from floating back up.

You laughed, your hair swirling around you like a shimmering, silver crown inside the bubble.

“No, but it was fun,” you answered. You cupped his face, kicking your feet to swim just a little closer to him. “What would really make me happy is something I’ve always wanted to do, but I need to let the bubble disappear. I promise I’ll summon it again as soon as we’re done.”

Azriel frowned slightly, but he had an idea of what you wanted to do. He could only hope he was right, because he had a feeling you wouldn’t explain it if he asked.

He nodded, and with that, you called back your magic. Water rushed around you again, but this time he inhaled deeply before it was too late. And then you proved his suspicions correct.

You pulled him in for a kiss, and he tasted the salty water on your lips. His hands settled gently on the sides of your neck, keeping you close. As you both kicked your legs to stay submerged, Azriel understood why you wanted to do this. It felt intimate, like you were the only two beings in the entire ocean.

It reminded him of the way kissing you felt when he was flying with you cradled in his arms—the world faded away, shrinking until nothing existed but the two of you.

It lasted only a few seconds, but when you parted, both of you were smiling. As promised, you summoned another bubble as soon as your lips left his.

“That was nice,” he murmured, his voice soft.

“Good, because we’ll definitely do it again.” You stole another quick kiss before pointing toward the endless expanse of the ocean. “I want to go swimming. Do you want to come or would you rather head back to the beach?”

Azriel shook his head. “No, I want to come with you.”

“Perfect.” Your smile widened, and you gestured for him to follow as you turned around. “Then I want to show you the reef.”

He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he tucked his wings in tightly, kicking his legs to keep up with you. Never in his long life had he imagined that he’d one day find himself swimming in the Summer Court, wearing little more than a piece of underwear. But life with you was always full of surprises, and he had no doubt this wouldn’t be the last.

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[rafecswhore]

almost, always. - r.c x pogue! reader

summary: you and rafe cameron were always on opposite sides of the outer banks—pogue versus kook, wild optimism versus self-destructive chaos. when the relationship fell apart a year ago, you thought it was over. but as rafe reappears in your life with his clean slate and a determination to change, you’re forced to confront the question: is it too late to rebuild what you once had?

present day: first encounter

the sun was low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the quiet gas station parking lot. you’d just finished your shift at the wreck, your body sore and your mind a little numb from hours of work.

you stood at the pump, watching the numbers climb painfully slowly. you weren’t paying much attention—until the unmistakable growl of a truck engine filled the air.

you froze. you didn’t need to turn to know whose truck it was.

still, curiosity won.

a quick glance confirmed it: rafe cameron.

but he didn’t look like the rafe you remembered. gone were the messy blond locks you used to run your fingers through. his hair was buzzed now, a clean-cut look that felt jarring against the wildness you knew he carried.

he stepped out of the truck, his movements casual, but there was tension in his shoulders. topper was with him, rambling on about something you didn’t care to hear. then, like he could feel you looking, rafe’s eyes flicked toward you.

you saw the moment he recognized you. his body went still, his mouth parting slightly like he wasn’t sure if you were real.

“y/n,” he said, his voice carrying across the parking lot.

you wanted to look away, pretend you hadn’t seen him, but it was too late now.

“rafe,” you replied, forcing your tone to stay neutral.

topper, ever the instigator, smirked and muttered something to rafe before disappearing into the truck.

rafe didn’t move. he just stood there, staring at you, his buzzed hair catching the last rays of sunlight.

“you look… different,” he said finally.

you snorted, turning back to the pump. “so do you.”

“yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “trying something new.”

“well, good for you.”

you finished filling your tank, shoved the nozzle back in place, and climbed into your car. as you pulled away, you could still feel his eyes on you.

flashback: how it began

the first time you met rafe, you wanted to punch him in the face.

you were working a double shift at the wreck, exhausted and over it, when he walked in with topper and kelce. they weren’t regulars. kooks usually avoided pogue hangouts unless they wanted to cause trouble.

“what is this place, a charity kitchen?” topper had joked loudly as they sat down, earning a round of laughter from the group. you rolled your eyes, grabbing their drinks and making your way to their table.

“if you’re not happy, you know where the door is,” you said, slamming the beers down harder than necessary. rafe looked up at you, his blue eyes sharp and a little amused. “feisty,” he said, smirking. “i like it.”

“yeah, well, i don’t like you,” you shot back, turning to walk away.

later that night, when you were taking the trash out, he was waiting for you by the back door.

“what do you want, cameron?” you asked, crossing your arms. “just wanted to say sorry,” he said, his tone surprisingly genuine. “and… maybe ask you out.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “not a chance.”

but something about the way he smiled—crooked, a little shy—stayed with you.

present day: the bonfire

you didn’t know he’d be there.

the bonfire was supposed to be a fun night, a chance to let loose with your friends. but when rafe’s truck pulled into the chateau driveway, the energy shifted.

“why the hell is he here?” jj muttered, glaring as rafe stepped out. “sarah invited him,” kiara said, rolling her eyes.

you tried to focus on stacking firewood, pretending you didn’t notice the way rafe’s buzzed head stood out against the crowd.

but you noticed.

it was impossible not to.

he didn’t say much, keeping to the edges of the group. but his eyes found you every chance they could. when you finally stepped away to get some air, it didn’t take long for him to follow.

“y/n,” he called softly, his voice careful.

you turned to face him, your arms crossed. “what do you want, rafe?”

he hesitated, his hands shoved into his pockets. “i just… i wanted to talk.”

“about what?”

“about us,” he said, his blue eyes scanning your face. “about… everything.”

“rafe—”

“i know i messed up,” he said quickly. “i know i wasn’t what you needed, and i don’t blame you for leaving. but i’ve been trying. i swear, i’ve been trying.”

you stared at him, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice.

“why now?” you asked, your voice quiet.

he ran a hand over his buzzed head, his jaw tightening. “because i can’t stop thinking about you. because no matter what i do, it always comes back to you.”

flashback: the breakup

it wasn’t one fight that ended things. it was a hundred little ones.

but the final straw came one night when rafe showed up drunk to your birthday dinner, hours late and reeking of whiskey.

“you couldn’t even try,” you said, your voice shaking as he leaned against the doorway of your apartment.

“i’m here, aren’t i?” he slurred, his words biting.

“this isn’t working, rafe,” you said, tears streaming down your face. “we’re not working.”

“don’t do this,” he said, his tone desperate. “please, y/n. don’t.”

but it was already done.

a small, genuine smile spread across his face. “as slow as you need.” and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe in the possibility of almost, always.

present day: the second chance

“you hurt me,” you said, your voice trembling as you stood on the dock, staring at the boy who had once been your world.

“i know,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “and i’ll never forgive myself for that. but i swear, y/n, i’m not that guy anymore.”

you looked at him, really looked at him. his buzzed hair, his tired eyes, the way his shoulders seemed lighter but still carried the weight of something unspoken.

“why should i believe you?” you asked.

he stepped closer, his voice soft but steady. “because i’m still standing here, trying. because you’re the only thing that’s ever felt worth it.”

your heart ached, torn between fear and hope.

“we’ll take it slow,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

[readngandweepng]

poly top male reader and ftm charthur thing

mdni sub top reader with male pronouns. this is honestly kind of short but mostly proofread. unprotected sex also. and written with mid to high honor arthur in mind

arthur’s rough hands rest on your chest as he rolls his hips, his eyes, glossed over with desire, never stray from the sight of you. charles watches from somewhere in the room, and if you could stop your eyes from fluttering closed every two seconds you’d look over to see where he was and what it was he was doing. 

“look at you.. been all pent up, haven’t you, boy?” a flick of arthur’s hips has your eyes snapping open, his blue ones meeting yours. “good thing he’s got us.. ain’t that right?” his voice low and gruff in your ear would have had you buckling if he wasn’t keeping you held flat against the bed. the way he’s looking down at you almost makes you feel like prey. every movement and sound you make, he’s like a hawk as he studies you. your cock twitches where it’s buried deep inside him so, of course, it doesn’t go unnoticed. you don’t hear it when charles says something in return, although whatever he said must have not been directed at you because arthur nods his head and responds instead with a hum, and with a sharp exhale suddenly he’s sitting up straight, his hands now behind him and settled loosely on your thighs. 

he gives you a chance to catch your breath and he smiles something devilish when your eyes focus on him. he tilts his head, causing loose strands of hair to fall forward. he hasn’t cut his hair in a while, and though it’s nowhere near as long as charles’ you still have to fight the urge to gather it in your hands. you couldn’t anyway, even if you wanted to. with arthur now riding you like he’s trying to break you and charles still patiently awaiting his own turn, you're struggling to even think straight, let alone work up the energy to do more than just move your hips in a sloppy rhythm against arthur’s. he hasn’t cum yet, surprisingly. he’d barely let you get your mouth on him properly before he had practically thrown you onto your back and straddled you, only slowing down so that he could make sure charles had a good view. it’s always like this when charles is in the picture. alone with you he’d normally be so bashful, acting like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but the second charles steps foot to join the party it’s like a switch is flipped and sweet, shy arthur becomes what he is now, a man who just wants to wreck you. whether it’s out of his own desire or if he’s doing it for charles, you haven’t found the time to ask.

“you still here?” arthur’s voice cuts through your thoughts. his hand patting your cheek to grab your attention feels hot on your face. he’s bouncing in your lap, though his pace has seemed to have slowed down. you nod, and you notice now that charles is sitting beside you on the bed. he looks down at you and in his hand is your own that has long since slipped from arthur’s hips. he massages it, treading his fingers across your palm and wrist carefully. “think you can handle a little bit more?” he says, his voice strong but gentle. he brings your hand to his lips to kiss it when you mumble a faint yes in response. arthur’s cunt flutters around your cock, making you groan. it's been what feels like hours. you’ve been close to orgasm a few times now, yet arthur somehow always manages to keep you from going over the edge, only letting you get a small taste of it before he’s either lifting himself off your weeping cock or kissing you so hard you forget what was even happening—he’s always been so good at that, much to your chagrin.

“just breathe—you’re doing so well. once arthur’s done i’ll take care of you, alright?” they give each other a shared look, one that you can’t quite read at the moment. he accentuates his point with a kiss on your head and the affection makes your eyes teary. arthur’s back in the position he was before, using you as balance to strategically bounce himself onto your cock. charles has to graciously hold you down to keep you from squirming, his praise falling on deaf ears as you attempt to keep yourself from spilling inside arthur whose voice has now gone hoarse. his skin glistens with sweat, and his hair curling at the nape of his neck makes him look almost angelic through the mist of your half-lidded, watery eyes. his moans, however, quickly break the innocent angelic vision. 

with all his teasing he’s also got himself worked up, making his pussy wet and slick; your cock practically glimmers with the evidence. arthur’s good at holding out for the sake of keeping you on your toes, but tonight he seems to be rather impatient, despite his time and effort he spent to get you shaking and desperate. a few more bounces in and his back arches as he cums onto your cock with a shaky moan. his breaths sound raspy from all his previous talking and groaning which will probably raise a question or two from camp members the next day. he stays on top of you for a moment to ride out the high, his head coming down to give you a playful kiss on the corner of your lips. you make eye contact and it makes him dart his tongue between your lips where you can taste a distant hint of rum. 

he smiles as he slides off your dick with a satisfied sigh (while ignoring the slight tremble in his legs) before tilting his head to give charles a long, but almost chaste kiss. “yer turn,” he whispers. arthur glances down at you with a glint in his eye, noting the steep rise and fall of your chest. “maybe go easy on ‘im.” he gives charles one more kiss, whose smile now mirrors his lover’s growing smirk plastered across his face. he doesn’t need to respond. the implications of what comes next has your body (and dick) twitching in need. 

the pair switch places after charles undresses (which took longer than usual due to arthur’s offer of “assistance” where he made sure to feel charles up as he took off each article of clothing). still, charles gives you another minute to get your bearings together and you get to watch them exchange their affection; arthur slaps charles’ ass, letting out a whistle that’s quickly followed by his own laughter at his lover’s retaliation. ain’t you lucky is something arthur always liked to say, usually after he or charles had your back during a robbery, but with the sight in front of you those words ring true more than ever. 

before, arthur had basically seduced you into this bed, distracting you with a kiss as he shamelessly swung his legs over you and pushed you down against the blankets. his words had been dirty, his voice husky and deep. he didn’t even give you a chance to sit up before he’d taken you to the hilt with the full intention of ruining you. here now, charles gracefully slides on to you, gently sitting himself down on your hips. his hands are on you, gentle as ever. he can feel your heart beating beneath his palm, and when he leans down to place a kiss on your lips he can feel it picking up speed. 

you clearly haven’t cum yet, judging by your weeping cock that restlessly leans against your stomach. your body jolts at charles’ touch when he wraps a hand around it, gently squeezing at the tip before giving it a couple strokes. you groan, attempting to buck into his hand, but charles’ strong thighs keep you held still in place. beside you arthur reaches over to squeeze charles’ chest, rolling a nipple under his thumb. his hand gets bashfully swatted away, causing him to laugh. you almost manage a smile until charles suddenly twists his wrist, the feeling causing your head to momentarily spin before settling. with a gasp you grab arthur’s arm in surprise, making the bastard beam down at you with a look on his face you wish you had even half the energy to wipe off. still you can’t help but shudder under his gaze. “all this and you ain’t even got to the good part yet!” hearing this, charles lets go of your dick, letting his thumb trail the side of it for just a moment longer. the lack of touch makes you want to cry, but your worries are washed away when charles takes your face in his hands to give you a kiss. his forehead rests against yours for a second as he speaks.

“come ‘ere,” charles brings you up in a sitting position before slowly sinking down onto your cock. your lips meet again, the kiss swallowing whatever sound you and charles would have made. your hands lazily roam his body, mostly staying around his thighs and feeling up his legs and waist. your cock stretches him out perfectly; it’s not painful, but it certainly is a tight fit, just the way he likes it. he sighs as he begins rocking against you, and with your growing desperation for release you take advantage of the burst of energy and meet his hips. he finds your hands to lock them in his grasp, keeping them held beside him. your eyes dart from his lips to his eyes, and you realize you’re probably making a fool of yourself with how your mouth is hanging open right now. you know how he plays his games, keeping you close but not close enough where you can kiss and touch him how you wish. his strong chest is right there too, and all of a sudden you find yourself desperate to feel him, and unfortunately for you arthur can tell. he sits up and brushes charles’ hair over his shoulder with a dramatic sigh.

“ain’t he just the prettiest?” his husky whisper sends a shiver down your spine, and with the way charles tilts his head to show off his bare neck you have to swallow down a whine. arthur trails his knuckles down charles’ neck all the way to his chest, making sure they brush against his nipples. charles doesn’t appear fazed, but around your cock his pussy flutters in response. his question doesn’t need to be answered but you nod anyway, unable to really tear your eyes away from the sight. arthur continues further down until he’s pressing his hand against charles’ stomach which faintly caves at the touch. “he fills you good, don’t he?” the question isn’t directed at you but it makes you groan. you rest your forehead against charles who's now starting to rut a little bit faster in your lap. you can faintly hear the wet sound his pussy is making, and beside yourself you take one of his nipples in your mouth just to help hold yourself together. 

he rolls his hips with a deep moan, and if you hadn’t been holding on for his sake you’d have cum right then and there. he's taking his time, but you can still catch the faint jerk in his movements as he takes the entirety your cock, relishing in how full it makes him feel. you notice now arthur’s hand is missing, but you don’t have time to wonder where it went when you hear a faint “jesus..” arthur moans and you can see next to you he’s pumping two fingers into his pussy as he watches charles ride you. it makes your hips jump, which in turn makes charles give out another moan, his head falling forward in pleasure. it’s silent between you three as you take in the sights and sounds. arthur’s fingers squelch in his warm, wet cunt and charles’ soft moans sound harmonious alongside arthur’s breathless ones. 

“charles—” you’re cut off by your own groan when he swivels his hips with suave ease. you’re closer now, and it’s a miracle you haven’t finished at least once or twice by now. your voice feels stuck, but charles gets the idea anyhow. without warning he starts to bounce in your lap, freeing your hands in the process. Instinctively they fly to his hips, and you hold on like they’re a lifeline. your breath catches in your throat as your building orgasm returns with full force. “charles, i’ll—i’ll cum,” he only responds with a curt i know as he continues bouncing on your cock, and by the sound of it arthur seems to be fingering himself in tandem as he watches. 

you wrap your arms around charles’ waist and cum inside of him, holding him as close to you as you comfortably can. your vision blanks for a moment as he continues fucking himself on your cock. he doesn’t slow down, and the room is suddenly filled once more with the sound of skin hitting skin and sticky, lustful vigor. you hear arthur loosely mumbling words of encouragement under his breath and you can’t help but turn your head to watch as he lifts one of his legs up to dive his fingers further into his cunt. you groan, and again your eyes flutter close as they struggle to stay open. you fall back next to arthur and watch as charles rubs his clit. thankfully you have half the mind to reach down and push away arthur’s hand to circle his clit too, making him moan as he arches his back once more. even with the overstimulation you buck up, and with a final groan charles cums with his pussy convulsing around your cock. you know arthur’s cum too when he grabs your wrist, his eyes half-lidded as he looks over at you and charles.

the room is quiet now with only your heavy breaths and the low chuckle arthur lets out as his head starts to clear up. charles slowly gets off of you, and suddenly both you and arthur are locked on to the sight of your cum oozing from between his legs. charles huffs in amusement but you can see his legs twitching to close as he thinks about shutting them, a little bit embarrassed by the attention. yet when you finally break from your trance you look up and see a small smile playing on his lips. “had enough?” he asks. you can’t think straight enough to say anything, which didn’t matter anyway because of course, without missing a beat, arthur answers the question for you. “after that? ‘course not.” he shakes his head with a smile before looking at you. “and i think someone agrees..” three pairs of eyes trail down to your hardening cock. you can’t help but admit the sight of it covered in a glossy coat of cum does get you going. exasperatedly you swing an arm over your face with a weak sigh, not because you feel like you’re going to pass out from exhaustion but because you definitely are not opposed to another round, the image of your cum dripping out from charles' pussy burns fresh in your mind and peeking from out under your arm you see arthur already sitting up, eager for his second turn.

[isthlsfate]

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: rafe cameron x black!pogue!reader, rafe pining over reader, fluff, some angst, descriptive words (reader has locs),

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the air in the outer banks carries a familiar heat, heavy and wet with salt. the kind of warmth that clings to your skin, seeping into every pore.

it’s midday, and the sun burns overhead, casting long shadows of the oak trees lining the dirt paths that divide figure eight from the rest of the island.

rafe cameron stands at the edge of a dock, his sunglasses perched low on his nose, watching you.

the girl who doesn’t belong here, not in his world.

not in the way kooks like him are bred to believe in the natural order of things.

you’re a pogue.

a figure born from the crashing waves, the sandy streets, the smell of motor oil. the lines between the kooks and pogues have always been cleanly drawn—solid, unshakable.

but then there’s you, and suddenly, everything rafe thought he knew seems as fragile as the shifting tide.

you sit cross-legged on the edge of a rickety boat dock, your head tilted back toward the sky as you laugh. it’s a sound that carries, light and musical, stirring something restless in his chest.

the sunlight pours over your melanated skin, golden and gleaming, catching on the high points of your cheekbones and the curve of your shoulders.

you’re radiant, effortless, and completely unaware of the way you’ve unraveled him from the inside out.

“you good, man?” topper’s voice cuts through his friend’s trance, startling him.

rafe doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze locked on you. you’re talking to a friend—someone he doesn’t recognize—a pogue like you. the way your hands move as you speak, the way your lips curve around your words, it’s all hypnotic.

“rafe.”

“what?” he snaps, finally tearing his eyes away to look at topper, who’s giving him a knowing smirk.

“never seen you this focused on something that doesn’t involve money or your dad’s approval,” topper teases.

rafe glares, but the heat rising in his chest isn’t just from irritation.

it’s shame.

he shouldn’t be looking at you like this, shouldn’t be thinking about the way your legs look folded beneath you, or how your locs catch the wind, or how your laugh makes the edges of his world feel less sharp.

“she’s not my type,” he mutters, more to himself than to topper.

the latter snickers.

“could’ve fooled me.”

rafe doesn’t respond. instead, he adjusts his sunglasses and walks away, his heart beating faster than it should.

the next time he sees you, it’s by chance.

you’re sitting outside the wreck, your hands wrapped around a glass of sweet tea, your legs stretched out in front of you. the sun has started to dip below the horizon, casting everything in hues of orange and pink.

rafe had only stopped by to grab a bite after dropping sarah off at the dock, but now he’s rooted to the spot, watching you through the window like a thief staking out something precious.

your focus is on the book in your lap, your brows drawn together in concentration.

the world moves around you—people chatting and laughing—but you’re still, completely absorbed in whatever story you’re reading.

before he can think better of it, he walks inside, his footsteps muffled by the hum of conversation and the creak of the wooden floorboards.

he doesn’t know what he’s doing or why he’s doing it, only that he needs to be closer to you.

as he approaches your table, you glance up, your eyes meeting his blue ones. for a moment, there’s silence. you blink, surprised, and then your lips curl into a polite smile.

“hey,” you say, your voice soft but steady.

rafe clears his throat, shifting on his feet.

“hey, you.”

you look at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something else, but his mind has gone completely blank. all he can think about is how the fading sunlight catches on your skin, making it look impossibly warm and inviting.

“do you need something?” you ask, raising an amused eyebrow.

“uh, no, no. just…wanted to say hi,” he stammers, cursing himself internally.

you tilt your head, studying him.

“hi.” there’s a pause, and then you laugh—a soft, breathy sound that makes his chest ache. “you’re rafe, right? sarah’s brother?”

“yeah,” he says quickly, relieved to have something to latch onto. “that’s me.”

you nod, your smile widening just a fraction.

“she talks about you sometimes.”

“hopefully not all bad,” he jokes, trying to keep his tone light.

you chuckle, shaking your head.

he feels the breath leave his lungs as your locs sway around your face.

“no, not all bad.”

for a moment, there’s a flicker of something between you—a connection, faint but undeniable. rafe feels it like a jolt to his system, a reminder that there’s more to life than the expectations that have been suffocating him for as long as he can remember.

but then you glance back at your book, breaking the spell.

“well, it was nice meeting you, rafe.”

“yeah,” he says, hesitating before taking a step back. “nice meeting you too.”

as he walks away, he can’t help but glance over his shoulder. you’re already back to reading, oblivious to the way his world has tilted on its axis.

𓇼

days pass, and rafe tries to keep his distance, but the effort is futile.

it’s as though you’ve rooted yourself in his mind, unshakable, a quiet hum in the background of his thoughts. he finds excuses to visit the parts of the island he knows you frequent—the wreck, the docks, even the thrift shop near the cut where you sometimes work weekends.

it’s reckless, borderline obsessive, but he can’t stop himself. you’ve become a fixation, a gravitational pull he can’t resist.

the second time he sees you outside of chance is by his own design.

he lingers at the docks one evening, pretending to check on his boat while scanning the horizon. when you finally appear, carrying a tote bag over your shoulder and a half-smile tugging at your lips, his heart leaps.

“cameron?” your voice pulls him from his daze, and he straightens, feigning nonchalance.

“hey,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

you glance at him curiously.

“you’re here…again?”

“yeah, just, uh…figured i’d get out on the water for a bit.” it’s a weak lie, but you don’t question it.

instead, you give him a small smile, one that reaches your eyes.

“well, enjoy. it’s beautiful out tonight.”

you start to walk away, but something in him snaps.

“wait,” he calls out.

you stop, turning back. the setting sun paints the sky in shades of orange and pink, the light catching on your skin, making it glow as it always does.

he feels like he’s staring at a painting, something too beautiful and fleeting to be real.

“do you wanna…hang out? for a bit?” the words tumble out before he can stop them.

your brow arches in surprise, but after a moment, you nod.

“sure. why not?”

you step onto the dock and take the hand he offers as you climb aboard. his palm is warm and calloused, his grip firm but careful, and for a split second, you both linger, your skin touching longer than necessary.

when you finally pull away, the air feels heavier, charged.

“nice boat,” you say, looking around.

he shrugs, trying to play it cool.

“it’s just a boat.”

“sure,” you tease, smirking. “a really nice boat.”

he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“want a tour?”

you nod, and he shows you around, pointing out the small cabin below deck and the cooler stocked with beer and snacks. when you settle in at the bow, your legs dangling over the side, he sits beside you, close enough that your knees brush.

for a while, you both sit in silence, the gentle rocking of the boat and the sound of the waves filling the space between you.

“you come out here often?” you ask, breaking the quiet.

“yeah,” he says, his voice softer now. “it’s…peaceful. gets me away from everything, you know?”

you glance at him, studying his profile.

there’s something vulnerable about the way he’s looking out at the water, his usual bravado stripped away.

“yeah,” you say quietly. “i get that.”

he turns to you then, his blue eyes catching yours. for a moment, neither of you speak.

the tension hangs heavy in the air, unspoken but palpable.

“you don’t…you don’t strike me as a boat kind of girl,” he says, his lips twitching into a half-smile.

“and what kind of girl do i strike you as?” you challenge, your voice light but your gaze unwavering.

his smile falters, his expression growing serious.

“the kind i can’t figure out,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

your breath catches, and for a moment, you’re not sure what to say. his eyes are on you, steady and searching, as though he’s trying to memorize every detail of your face.

“you say that like it’s a bad thing,” you manage, your voice softer now.

“it’s not,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “it’s not bad. it’s just…different.”

“different how?”

he hesitates, his jaw tightening as he looks away, his gaze falling to where your knees are still brushing.

“you make me think about things i don’t usually think about,” he says finally. “like what it would be like to—” he stops himself, clamping his mouth shut.

“to what?” you press, your voice tinged with curiosity.

he shakes his head, standing abruptly.

“forget it.”

you frown, watching as he paces the small deck.

“rafe, what’s going on?”

“nothing,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “just…nothing.”

“it doesn’t feel like nothing.” you stand too, stepping closer to him.

he looks at you then, his expression conflicted, like he’s fighting some internal battle.

“you should probably go,” he says finally, his voice strained.

your stomach sinks, but you nod, biting back the questions swirling in your mind.

“okay,” you say softly, stepping off the boat and onto the dock.

as you walk away, you glance back over your shoulder. he’s still standing there, his hands clenched at his sides, watching you with an expression you can’t quite decipher.

and as much as you try to push the moment away, it lingers, an unspoken truth hanging between you, heavy and unrelenting.

𓇼

from then on, the encounters become more frequent, more intentional. he learns little things about you—the way your laugh always starts with a soft hum before spilling out into something louder, the way your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on surfaces when you’re lost in thought, the way you light up when talking about your favorite books or places on the island.

you’re nothing like the girls he’s used to. you’re grounded, genuine, unapologetically yourself.

and it terrifies him.

one night, the two of you sit on the edge of the docks, your legs dangling over the water.

the moon hangs low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over everything.

“why do you keep doing this?” you ask suddenly, your voice soft but steady.

“doing what?”

“hanging around me. i mean, let’s be real, rafe. you’re a kook. i’m not. people are gonna talk.”

he hesitates, his jaw tightening.

“i don’t care what people think.”

“why, though? why me?” you look at him, your eyes searching his.

the question lingers in the air, and for a moment, he doesn’t know how to answer. how does he explain the way you’ve turned his world upside down, the way you make him feel like there’s more to life than money and status and expectation?

“because you’re…you,” he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

your skin warms, satisfied with his answer. you try to suppress the smile tugging on your lips, but it wins as you gently lean your head on his shoulder.

𓇼

it’s at a party at the boneyard that everything comes crashing down.

you arrive together, a fact that hasn’t gone unnoticed by the crowd. heads turn, whispers ripple through the air, but as promised, rafe doesn’t care.

he’s too focused on you, anyway, the way your sundress clings to your curves, the way your hair frames your face.

the party is chaotic, and at some point, the two of you get separated. rafe weaves through the crowd, scanning for you, his chest tightening with every passing minute.

when he finally spots you, his stomach drops.

you’re standing with pope, his hand resting lightly on your arm as the two of you talk.

rafe knows pope—knows he’s harmless, that he’s more likely to be studying than flirting—but that doesn’t stop the jealousy from flaring hot and vicious in his chest.

he watches as you laugh at something pope says, the sound sending a jolt of anger through him.

his hands clench into fists at his sides, and before he can think better of it, he’s striding toward you.

“having fun?” he asks, his voice sharp, his gaze fixed on you.

you turn to him, surprised.

“rafe—”

“we should go,” he interrupts, his tone leaving no room for argument.

pope steps back, his eyes narrowing.

“is there a problem?”

“no,” the dirty-blonde snaps, his eyes never leaving yours. “let’s go.”

the argument erupts as soon as you’re alone, the two of you standing in the shadow of the dunes, the sound of the party muffled in the distance.

“what the hell was that?” you demand, your eyes blazing.

“what was that?” he fires back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “you tell me, hanging all over pope like that.”

“hanging all over—are you serious? we were talking, rafe!”

“yeah, sure looked like it.”

you glare at him, your chest heaving.

“why do you even care? you’re the one who keeps pushing me away like this doesn’t mean anything.”

the words hit him like a slap, and for a moment, he’s speechless.

“i never said that,” he says finally, his voice quieter now, but no less intense.

“you didn’t have to.” your voice cracks, and you hate how vulnerable it sounds. “you act like this is just some game, like you’re keeping me around because you’re bored, and it’s killing me, rafe. i can’t keep doing this.”

his hands shake as he runs them through his hair, his frustration boiling over.

“you think this is easy for me? do you have any idea what it’s like, wanting you and knowing i shouldn’t? knowing i’ll never be good enough for you?”

you freeze, his words sinking in.

for a moment, the anger dissolves, replaced by something heavier, deeper.

“rafe…”

“i don’t know what i’m doing,” he admits, his voice raw, broken. “all i know is that i can’t stop thinking about you. about the way you smile, the way you look at me like i’m something more than i am. you’re everything i’m not, and it scares the hell out of me.”

your heart aches at the vulnerability in his voice, the way his eyes shine with unshed tears.

he closes the distance between you, his hand hesitating before brushing against your cheek.

“i don’t want to be scared anymore,” he whispers.

your body hums with anticipation, the world around you fading.

all you see is him.

the kiss that follows is slow, deliberate, a culmination of every unspoken word, every stolen glance, every quiet moment that’s led to this. it’s not perfect—it’s messy, desperate, and full of emotion—but it feels like coming home.

when you finally pull apart, your foreheads rest against each other, your breaths mingling in the cool night air.

the night stretches on, the stars above witnessing the fragile, tentative beginning of something neither of you fully understand, but are finally ready to embrace.

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stiles helping ease his gf into trusting him because he knows that she has issues trusting men because of the role models she's had as men in her life

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Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: anxiety disorder, awkward!reader, fluffy, sad :(

thank you for requesting love <3

My leg bounces up and down, my shoe hitting the floor quietly with a gentle pat, pat, pat. My eyes shift over to the clock, watching the hand click. A sigh of relief involuntarily comes out as I loop my backpack around my shoulder, silently, yet quickly walking out of the classroom, and into the crowded hall of chattering students. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I flinch at the unexpected touch. Turning around, I see Stiles with a soft smile on his face. I smile back, not fully, but enough to greet him. "Hey," he says, removing his hand, shoving both in his pockets. "Hi," I reply softly, shifting my bag. "I was just about to text you," I mumble, looking to the side to watch my classmates laugh and parade out the doors. Stiles squints, as if he doesn't believe me, but opens his mouth to say something instead. "You okay?" He asks softly, moving his head down to capture my eyes in a trance. I almost forgot how to speak, my fidgeting stopping for just a moment. I swallow, hard. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay," I stutter, stepping back, rocking slowly. Silence. "You wanna come over to my house?" I mumble, looking up at him. He smiles and nods. "Sure," He replies, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, leading us out of the school. We walk slowly, the loose gravel in the parking lot crunching under our feet. "How was your day?" He asks, opening the door to the driver's side. I slide into the passenger's seat and set my backpack down by my feet. I shrug and click the seatbelt on. "It was fine, yours?" I ask softly, glancing at his hand as it turns the key to the engine. I swallow and quickly look out the window instead. "Mine was good, Scott wasn't here today though," he answers, backing the car out of the lot. I nod, observing the buildings, the trees, anything to distract myself. Stiles glances over, watching my fingers fidget for a moment before returning his attention to the road. "Did you eat today?" He asks to break the silence. I blink and turn to look at him. He knows when I'm lying anyways, so I might as well tell the truth. "A little," I whisper, picking the skin next to my chipped blue nail. I hear him sigh, but he doesn't question any further. I know he's disappointed, but I think he also knows pushing it wouldn't help. My eyes focus back on the pictures through the window, letting my thoughts take over.

Sometimes, I wonder if he'll leave me. I mean, I'm a nervous wreck, I don't eat as much as I should, I don't communicate--so why does he stay? When it's late at night, sometimes I hear my father's voice in my ear, "I'll never leave you," "I love you so much." But tears just wash away the memories, and the voice in my head tells me that he left because of me, I'm the problem. Stiles clears his throat as I look up to see the car door open, him standing above me, waiting for me to unbuckle. "Sorry," I whisper, shakily unbuckling the seatbelt. He gives me a worried smile but holds out his hand. I swallow before taking it as he grabs my bag and loops it around his shoulder. "Thanks," I say, moving some hair behind my ear. Again, my mind, no, eyes, wonder as they glance at his hand closing the door. He hums in approval, walking up to the front door. He sets the bags down in the entry way and watches me take off my shoes. I glance up at him to see that he is already looking at me, causing my body to tense up and face become flustered. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask timidly, setting down my shoes. He lets out a small laugh and rubs my arms. "I was just admiring," he says softly, moving a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I blush hard, harder than ever and look down. Yet, he tilts my chin up with his hand and forces me to look into his eyes. "You know your beautiful right?" He asks with a strict tone in his voice. He gives me a look that if I don't agree I'll regret it. So, I am left with no other option than to nod slowly. He smiles and kisses my forehead. I wrap my hands around his torso, welcoming his warmth. "You promise you'll never leave me?" I whisper, tears threatening to spill. He hums and holds me tighter. "I promise."

[rafemotherfuckingcameron]

DIVING FOR GOLD

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing(s): Rafe x Reader

Warnings: Scuba Diving, Sharing Air, Comfort, Injury, Flirting 

Summary: Rafe and Y/N dive for treasure, but nothing is ever safe 250 meters below the surface.

Part 1 Part 2

The door to the bar swings open, and you look up from behind the counter, your eyes landing on Rafe as he strides in. He’s a familiar face, his confident demeanor making him stand out even among the Friday night crowd. As he approaches, you can’t help but notice the way his gaze lingers on you, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“Hey there, Y/N,” he says as he takes a seat at the bar, leaning casually against the polished wood. “I’ll have a beer, please.” He watches you with an intensity that sends a flutter through your stomach.

You pour his drink, trying to focus on your task. “What’s got you in here tonight? Looking for some fun?”

“Always,” he replies, his voice smooth. “But I’m hoping for something a little more thrilling than just beer and small talk. I heard you’re quite the diver. What’s the deepest you’ve ever gone?”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden interest. 

I usually stick to free diving—keeps things simple and safe.”

He leans in, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Simple is good, but what if I told you there’s a whole world down there waiting to be explored?....... I’ve got a lead on a shipwreck—250 meters down. Can you imagine what we might find?”

Your curiosity piques, and you can’t help but ask, “A shipwreck? That’s pretty deep. What makes you interested in it?”

Rafe grins, leaning closer. “It’s not just about the wreck. There’s a story behind it—a treasure that’s been lost for decades. It could be a real adventure, and you’d get to experience something most people only dream about.”

You consider his words, your heart racing at the thought of the unknown. “It sounds tempting, but 250 meters is no joke. That kind of depth can be dangerous.”

He nods, his expression earnest. “I know it’s risky, but I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t think we could handle it. Just imagine what we could discover together. Plus, I’m offering $50,000 for your help.”

The number hangs in the air, and you feel a rush of temptation mixed with hesitation. “That’s a lot of money, but I’m not sure I can do it. Money is worth nothing if you’re dead.”

Rafe’s gaze sharpens, a flicker of determination crossing his face. He reaches out, gently placing his hand over yours, his touch warm and reassuring. “I’ll be right there with you, every step of the way. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

There’s a softness in his voice, a flirtation laced with genuine care that sends a thrill down your spine. You shake your head, still unsure. “Even for that amount, I don’t know…”

“Okay,” he replies, his tone shifting slightly as he leans in closer, his thumb brushing lightly against your hand. “What if I double it? How does $100,000 sound?”

Your breath catches at the new figure, and for a moment, the weight of his offer hangs heavy between you. The thrill of adventure and the promise of that kind of money pulls at you, but the fear lingers just beneath the surface. There’s a softness in his voice, a flirtation laced with genuine care that sends a thrill down your spine. 

You take a deep breath, weighing the risks and rewards. “Okay, I’ll do it but, I want you to know that this is dangerous. We need to be prepared.”

Rafe’s eyes light up with excitement. “Absolutely! What do we need?”

You nod, your mind racing with the essentials. “We’ll need a scuba tanks, Masks, Map, Carry boxes, flippers, two pressure regulators, flashlights, and parachute air lift bags. Those are non-negotiable for diving at that depth.”

“Consider it done,” he replies, a grin spreading across his face. “I’ll take care of everything. You won’t regret this, Y/N.”

Rafe grins, clearly excited about the plan. “We’ll do it in two days. Come to mine at 5 PM Thursday night, and we’ll go over the details. We’ll leave at 8 PM sharp.”

He leans in closer, a confident glint in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Y/N; you’re the best diver on the island. If anyone can handle this, it’s you.”

You feel a mix of pride and apprehension at his words. “Alright, I’ll be there,” you say, nodding, trying to shake off the nerves building in your stomach.

“Great! I can’t wait. See you soon.” With that, Rafe flashes you a charming smile before turning to leave the bar, leaving you with a racing heart and a whirlwind of thoughts about the dive ahead.

===

As the sun glistens off the water as you make your way to Rafe’s house. A flutter of excitement mingles with nerves as you approach the dock, where he texted you to meet.

As you step onto the jetty, you spot Rafe kneeling by the edge, meticulously arranging the diving equipment. The sight of all the gear lays a new wave of seriousness over the impending adventure.

“Hey, Y/N,” he calls out, glancing up with a smirk. “You look really good in that bikini.” His eyes quickly dart back down to the ground, a hint of shyness breaking through his confident exterior.

“Thanks,” you reply, feeling a blush creep to your cheeks. You can’t help but smile at his compliment, even as you try to keep your focus on the task ahead. “I hope I look good enough for the dive.”

Rafe chuckles, his gaze finally meeting yours. “Trust me, you look more than good enough. Now, let’s go over everything we’ll need before we get started.”

You walk over to where Rafe has laid out the gear, inspecting everything with a critical eye. You check the tanks for any faults, ensuring that everything is in working order before the dive. As you run your hands over the equipment, Rafe watches you with a curious expression.

“What are the parachutes for?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, genuinely puzzled.

You pause for a moment, shooting him a look that says, Are you serious? It’s clear he doesn’t quite understand the necessity. “How did you think we were getting the gold to the surface?” you reply, a mix of disbelief and amusement in your voice.

Rafe scratches the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “I figured we’d just swim it up,” he admits, a playful grin spreading across his face.

You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s not that simple, Rafe. The treasure could be heavy, and we need to make sure we can safely bring it back up. The parachute airlift bags will help us manage the weight.”

He nods, a newfound understanding in his eyes. “Got it. You really know your stuff, huh?”

“Just trying to be smart about it,” you say, feeling more confident."

You load everything onto the boat, anticipation building as you head north toward the shipwreck. The engines roar to life, and the salty breeze whips through your hair, making you feel alive.

After about twenty minutes, Rafe slows the boat and glances at the GPS. “We’re here,” he says, excitement dancing in his eyes. You peer over the edge, the deep blue water shimmering below.

At the back of the boat, you gear up, and Rafe follows closely behind, his presence both reassuring and a little distracting. “Need help with that tank?” you tease as he struggles.

“Just trying to impress you,” he replies with a smirk, finally securing it.

You check your regulator and strap your flashlight and knife to your belt. “You look pretty good in all that gear,” you flirt back, trying to keep things light.

“Thanks, but I can’t compete with you in that bikini,” he shoots back, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

Once fully equipped, you step to the edge of the boat. “Alright, remember:, we have to stop halfway on the way up to avoid getting sick,” you remind him, your heart racing with excitement.

“Got it. Just don’t let go of my hand, okay?” he jokes, taking your hand as you both prepare to dive.

With one last look at each other, you take a deep breath and plunge into the cool water enveloping you as you descend slowly.

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Dazed

Max Mayfield x fem! Reader

Warnings: none! ੈ♡˳

The sound of paper turning and ruffling filled the quiet classroom as they did there math test. Y/n was doing quite well on this test so far. Even though just about 10 minutes ago, before the test even started, she was a nervous and stressed out wreck. But this was a breeze for her oddly enough. Just as she was writing down the equation, she heard a pencil drop and roll, along with a quiet groan coming from behind her. Y/n then felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She reluctantly looked behind her and tried to hold back a small gasp. She felt her eyes widen the slightest bit. Y/n was met with the prettiest girl she swore she had ever seen. She had fiery red hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and small freckles that covered her cheeks.

“Can you get my pencil? It rolled under your desk.” The girl asked in a quiet tone.

She sounded pretty too.

Y/n was in a daze. How had she not seen this girl before? Especially since she was sitting right infront of this girl the whole time.

“Hello…?” The girl said in confusion as she tried to snap Y/n out of her little daze.

Y/n shook her head as she snapped back into reality. A faint pink blush dusted over her cheeks.

“Sorry what.?” Y/n asked, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

“Can you get my pencil? It’s under your desk” The girl repeated in a soft tone. Y/n nodded in embarrassment. To embarrassed to even speak. She picked up the girls pencil from under her desk and passed it to the girl.

“Thanks” The girl said with a smile. Y/n felt herself blush more.

She had a pretty smile too.

Y/n smiled back awkwardly and turned around to face her test that she almost completely forgot about.

Y/n was definitely not gonna be able to focus on her test now.

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[thegreymarveljedi]

The Healer Who Got Away

(The Bad Batch x Reader)

Here is my second fic on Tumblr! This is more of a hurt/comfort, wholesome bad batch fic.

Warnings: slightly hurt Omega, Hurt/comfort, slight angst, the DAD batch, brief mention of order 66, lots of tears, FLUFFFFF, kisses….lots of kisses, Happy ending

Words: 4.0k

Fic Note:

(L/N) - Last name

(L/C) - lightsaber colour

Mando’a Translations

Cyar’ika - Darling

Cyare - beloved

Jariler - Wreck

Sarad - Flower

Ca’tra - night sky

Mesh’la - Beautiful

Ner eyayha - my Echo

Ner oya’karir - my Hunt

Ner Jariler - my Wreck

“Lady (L/N)!” Lyana called out as the door to centre chimed. Following Lyana was a girl about her age who (Y/N) had never seen before but there was an aura to the girl that made her smile as she walked to the counter.

“Hello Lyana. What brings you in at this time? And who’s your friend?” (Y/N) asked kindly and came to the front of the counter, leaning down a little to address the girls.

“Hello! My name’s Omega!” Luana’s friend introduced herself, smiling up at (Y/N). (Y/N) smiled back and put out her hand to shake Omega’s.

“It’s nice to meet you Omega. You must be new to Pabu, I’ve never seen you around before,” (Y/N) said and Omega nodded.

“Yeah me and my brothers just landed here. Phee Genoa brought us here,” Omega explained and (Y/N) chuckled.

“Oh Phee. Always one for new friends and adventures. I’ve healed that woman more times then I can count,” She said with a good natured shake of her head. Omage tilted her head in confusion, turning to look at Lyana who nodded.

“Healed? Like a doctor?” Omega inquired carefully, not fully understanding what (Y/N) meant.

“That’s actually why I brought Omega here Lady (L/N),” Lyana said, bringing (Y/N)’s attention back to her.

“Oh?” (Y/N) said, eyes shifting between the two girls.

“It’s alright Lyana, it’s not that bad, I’ve had worse,” Omega said and turned to the door.

“Omega trust me! She can help,” Lyana said, gently taking hold of Omega’s wrist causing her to wince. Lyana immediately retracted her hand with a very quick and sincere apology.

“Let me see your wrist Omega,” (Y/N) said softly and knelt down, now at level with the girls. Omega turned back around to face (Y/N) before her eyes moved to Lyana again, watching as she gave her a reassuring nod.

Omega sighed and lifted her hand to (Y/N) using her other arm to hold it up a little better.

“I sprained it while training,” Omega said quietly as (Y/N) gently took hold of it, being very soft and careful with the hurt limb. Her eyes flicked back up to Omega for a moment before she slowly lowered her hand.

“Come with me,” (Y/N) said and smiled at Omega as she led her to the examination room behind the counter. Omega followed slowly while Lyana waited in the lobby.

Once omega was inside the room with (Y/N) she sat down on the small bed while (Y/N) sat in the chair. (Y/N) took hold of Omega’s wrist again, carefully examining it to see the extent of the damage.

“You said you were training with your brothers?” (Y/N) inquired and Omega nodded, wincing slightly at the tender feeling of her wrist. “What kind of training?” (Y/N) asked, wanted to learn more.

“Just some endurance training. Need to keep up with them if we’re going to keep running from the Empire,” Omega said. (Y/N) stopped momentarily and looked at Omega before clearing her throat. Omega could tell that she had touched a soft spot with her mention of the Empire, though nothing more was said about it.

“This might tingle a little okay?” (Y/N) said quietly, returning her focus to the matter at hand and letting go of whatever feelings she had. Omega gave her a nod and watched in awe as a soft blue glow emanated from (Y/N)’s hand over her wrist.

“Woah…” Omega said and once the blue glow dissipated, Omega moved her wrist around a few times and grinned. “I-it’s healed! How’d you do that?” Omega asked and started at the women in front of her with a childlike curiosity. (Y/N) only smiled and watched as Omega continued to test the waters of her now healed wrist.

“I have my ways,” (Y/N) said and smiled as Omega continued to move her wrist, (Y/N) smiled and watched the spark of childlike innocence appear in her eyes. Omega looked at (Y/N) again, giving her a huge smile before giving her a hug.

“Thank you Lady (L/N),” Omega said, pulling away from the hug. (Y/N) smiled and held Omega’s shoulders before standing up and helping Omega off the bed.

(Y/N) turned around to put a few things away as Omega’s comm went off.

“Havoc 5 here!” Omega said cheerfully, missing the way (Y/N)’s shoulders tensed and her breathe left her body. The mention of “Havoc” brought back so many memories, the code name something she had heard many times.

“Are you alright?” The voice on the other side of the comm made (Y/N)’s eyes go wide, body ridged and breathing uneven, all this going unnoticed by Omega.

“I’m great! Lyana took me to see the islands healer for my wrist. It’s all better now,” Omega said and there was a loud laugh through the comm.

“That’s good to hear kid. We’re having dinner at Shep’s tonight okay? You and Lyana hurry back,” the male voice said and Omega cheered with Lyana.

“We’ll be right there Hunter,” Omega said and the use of the name only confirmed what (Y/N) was worried about.

They were here. They had come for her. And they were using a child to get her to let her guard down. (Y/N)’s posture was ridged and breathing erratic, thinking of all the way she could get off the planet before Omega informed Hunter and the other that she was here.

“Thank you again Lady (L/N)!” Omega said and (Y/N) barely nodded as the girls happily left her clinic.

Once the girls left, (Y/N) let out a breath before moving quickly to pack up what little belongings she had.

~The Bad Batch~

Hunter felt relaxed, for the first time in so long. Like there was nothing he had to worry about and nothing he had to fear. His family was safe and he’d watched as Tech conversed with Phee, Wrecker was running around with the Moon-yo’s, and Echo was sat next to him, a smile on his face as he soaked up the sun.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this relaxed. Not for a long a time,” Echo said quietly and Hunter nodded in agreement, smiling, though it did not fully reach his eyes. He had a lot on his mind even if he didn’t show it. The thoughts of a certain person swirled in his mind but they quickly went away as he heard the telltale laugher of Omega.

Omega smiled and ran up to Hunter waving her wrist wound with sparkling eyes.

“Look! It’s completely healed!” Omega said giddily and Echo chuckled as Hunter smiled. Tech and Wrecker came over to the other, both of their shoulders relaxed and content.

“Yeah, Lady (L/N) is very talented,” Lyana smiled before giving Omega a hug and running off to find her father before dinner.

The name caused the seasoned clones to perk up, watching Lyana retreat before turning to look at Omega bewildered.

“Lady (L/N)? As in…” Wrecker inquired tentatively, not wanting to speak the words that he and the rest of the Batch had refrained from speaking since that faithful day a year ago.

“It is highly unlikely. She disappeared after Kaller and there has not been any word of her since,” Tech said, for once not staring at his data pad, instead looking down at the outline of his ring under his glove. Hunter sighed, not wanting to think about loosing their general to the order. She had run off with the padawan, and the betrayed and defeated look she had given to Hunter when she jumped across the ravine lived in his mind and haunted him everyday.

Her last words were something that Hunter thought about more than he wanted to admit.

Please, just let us go…

Hearing those words in his mind again, Hunter took off his gloves, looking down at the silver and black band that adorned his left ring finger. It was a ring each of them had, all identical with 99 engraved on the inside.

“Who?” Omega asked quietly, turning to look at Hunter who kept looking away from her. No one could look at Omega, but Echo spoke first this time.

“Our general. She was assigned to the Batch even before they rescued me but she was amazing,” Echo said with a distant smile. His eyes flicked down to his human left hand, feeling the ring on his finger, the weight of it feeling very comfortable and comforting. The rest of the Batch hummed in agreement before Hunter sighed.

“We loved her. She was more than just our general….” Hunter said and stopped himself before he said more than he should have.

“She was beautiful. A real show stopper honestly,” Wrecker said and laughed as Tech gave him a small shove. Wrecker turned to his brother questioningly only to have Tech gesture to Omega softly. Wrecker looked to Omega who was staring back at him with a questioning look. Wrecker sighed and shook his head.

“When you’re older kid. You’ll understand,” Wrecker said and the rest of the batch nodded. Wrecker started to play with his ring under his glove, the metal on his finger comforting.

“What did Lady (L/N) look like Omega?” Tech inquired, pulling his datapad out and pulling up a hologram of (Y/N).

“That’s her!” Omega said excitedly and looked at Hunter whose eyes got lost in the hologram. Staring at the image of the women who they all loved and lost.

“We have to find her,” Echo said to Hunter, whose eyes were still glued to the holo until Tech turned it off.

“I can take you to her,” Omega said and the Batch all looked at one another before Omega took off running, the rest of them following behind closely.

~Time Skip~

(Y/N) moved quickly, running through the walkways of Pabu trying to make it to her ship before anyone could catch her. She passed some citizens as she went and they all waved and smiled at her but she had no time to stop and say hello back. She felt like she was running for her life. Just as she was about to cross into lower Pabu she ran into Shep.

“Lady (L/N)! Is everything okay?” He asked, concerned that (Y/N) had a bag over her shoulder and her breathing was uneven.

“I-I can’t stay Shep. I’m so sorry,” (Y/N) said and before Shep could ask why, (Y/N) bolted, hopping over the wall to lower Pabu, running even faster to make it to her ship as Shep called out to her. She didn’t turn back and just kept running, moving as fast as she could.

Shep stared at where (Y/N) was running as Hunter and the rest of the Batch ran up to him. He turned to look at the boys and Omega, their expressions desperate.

“Shep! Do you know where Lady (L/N) went?” Omega asked and looked over the wall to see a figure retreating towards the beach.

“Sh-she just ran past me and said that she couldn’t stay..” Shep said and looked at the Batch as they looked at one another and took off after (Y/N) even faster than before, Hunter sternly telling Omega to stay with Shep.

(Y/N) could feel them running after her, though their Aura was not of malice or anger, it was more of confusion and pleading. She didn’t stop though, not until she reached the cave that housed her ship.

“Cyra’ika!” She heard behind her and the Mando’a term of endearment caused to faulter just enough for Hunter to gently grab her arm, pulling her into him as the other came up behind them.

“Let me go!” (Y/N) screamed and forced herself out of Hunter’s grip, turning to face her old squad with fire in her eyes. Her lightsaber flew into her hand and ignited the (L/C) saber, standing defensively.

“Cyare..” Wrecker said as he came to stand next to Hunter, holding up his hands in surrender. He stepped in front of Hunter slowly, inching towards (Y/N) with a soft smile and no hostility in his eyes.

“Jariler?” (Y/N) said softly and lowered her saber just a little.

“It’s okay sarad. We’re not with the Emprie,” Wrecker said and moved a little closer to (Y/N). She faltered a little more before pointing the (L/C) blade at Wrecker’s throat, her eyes hardening once again.

“I-I don’t believe you,” (Y/N) said though her word had little conviction in them. A tear made its way down her cheek, showing how reluctant she was to harm her favourite teddy bear.

“It’s true Cyar’ika, we are not with the Empire. And we never have been, well except for Crosshair,” Tech stepped up next to Hunter behind Wrecker, his data pad on his hip. (Y/N) pointed her lightsaber towards Tech, faltering once again as she looked to her favourite smartass.

“H-how can I trust you? H-He tried to kill me!” (Y/N) said and now pointed her blade at Hunter, her eyes blazing with anger. Hunter looked away, ashamed of how he handled their last meeting.

“I wasn’t trying to kill you Cyar’ika… we didn’t know what was going on but I didn’t want the regs to do what they did to General Billaba to you,” Hunter said softly, tears gathering in his eyes as he looked at (Y/N), trying to convey to her just how sorry he was and how much he loved her.

Love

That was something (Y/N) could feel from each one of the men in front her. Unwavering, undeniable love. Echo stepped forward past Hunter and Tech to stand next to Wrecker, moving just a little in front of him.

They all had tears in their eyes now, Hunter’s running down his cheeks faster than the rest. Tech was trying his best not to show it but behind his goggles, his eyes were watering. Wrecker wiped his eyes, trying to keep smiling as he looked at (Y/N). Echo gave (Y/N) a soft smile and sniffed, trying not to show how hurt he was but the pain was rolling off of all of them.

(Y/N)’s eyes darted between the four soldiers she used to call he own. Even though their relationship was an unconventional, she loved them all equally. There was no favouritism or loving one man more than another. She loved them all just the same.

They were her husbands after all. It was then that (Y/N)’s eyes flicked down to her left hand for the first time in so long. She had refrained from looking at it, no matter how hard it was. There, perched on her ring finger was the ring she shared with the rest of the batch, the sliver and black band shimmering in the moon light.

“Ca’tra..” Echo said and finally (Y/N) broke, her lightsaber falling from her hand and deactivating, allowing Wrecker to step forward and pull (Y/N) into hug. Echo and Tech followed, holding (Y/N) as she slowly collapsed to the ground, the weight of everything finally settling in.

Hunter was the last to join the hug, tears falling down his cheeks as he held onto (Y/N) tightly, not wanting to let go.

“I-I’m so sorry my loves,” (Y/N) said and the boys did everything they could to reassure her in the moment that it was not her fault. It was no one of their fault but the Empire.

“You have nothing to apologize for Mesh’la.” Wrecker said, pulling away slightly from the group hug. The rest of the boys did the same, not moving to far away from their wife. There were tears, sniffles and emotions running high. It was Hunter who made the move first, removing both his gloves and taking hold of (Y/N)’s left hand with both of his, running his thumbs over the ring that still lay there.

“You’re still wearing it?” Echo said and (Y/N) nodded, looking up at him with soft eyes.

“I could never bring myself to take it off even after everything that happened. You were still my husbands,” she said and the Batch smiled, Tech, Echo and Wrecker proceeding to pull off their gloves and show their wedding bands still adoring their finger. There was a gasp from (Y/N) as she looked at all of them, their wedding bands shining.

“So did we ner sarad. After Kaller we did not want to loose our connection to you,” Tech piped up and reached around Hunter to tuck a piece of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear. The gesture made her shiver, missing the feeling of being cared for so deeply. As she took in the moment, two more thoughts came to mind.

“Wait…what happened to Crosshair?” (Y/N) asked hesitantly, wanting to know why her snarky sniper was absent from the group. There was a very long pause before Hunter spoke up again, squeezing her hands gently.

“T-the Empire got to him,” Hunter started and tears welled in (Y/N)’s eyes again, thinking the worst had happened to him. The Batch went on to explain everything that happened from when they lost contact with each other, from Order 66 until they reached Pabu. They left out Omegas involvement, knowing that would need to be a separate discussion altogether. (Y/N) listened carefully, holding on to every detail she could, trying to grasp the mountains of information she had been given.

“And wh-what about Omega? Who is she?” (Y/N) asked quietly, pulling away slightly but Wrecker held on to her firmly, Hunter doing the same with her hands as Echo placed a comforting hand on her thigh. Tech pulled out his data pad again and just as he was about to launch into an explanation, a voice came from behind him.

“I’m their sister!” Omega said as she came into view, the boys quickly moving out of the way so that (Y/N) could see the young girl. There was a sparkle of innocence in her eyes and (Y/N) looked to Tech for confirmation of what Omega had said.

“She is correct, Cyar’ika. Omega is our biological sister,” Tech said and pulled up the information on his data pad for her to read. (Y/N) skimmed the information before nodding, thanking Tech for the peace of mind. She then turned to Omega and with a smile, slowly standing up with the help of the boys. Omega looked at them curiously, not fully understanding what was going on.

Hunter quickly stood up and walked over to Omega, (Y/N) whimpering slightly as she lost the warmth of his hands. Tech took his place quickly, taking (Y/N)’s hands in his own and kissing the backs of them.

“I thought I told you to wait with Shep,” Hunter said softly, placing his hands on Omegas shoulders. She sighed and looked to her brother before her eyes flickered over to the others and the women they were all comforting.

“I know but I wanted to see if there was anything I could help with. You all looked so panicked and I was worried,” Omega said and Hunter gave a soft smile before pulling her into a hug.

“We’re okay Omega, I promise. We’ll explain everything,” Hunter said and turned back to see (Y/N) looking at him with soft but tearful eyes. There was a hint of sadness but also understanding as to why he left her embrace.

“Okay. But I’m going to hold you to that,” Omega said playfully. Hunter chuckled and nodded, knowing that he couldn’t hid anything from Omega.

“I know you will,” Hunter replied and Omega looked over his shoulder again at her other brothers and Lady (L/N). She smiled and waved at Lady (L/N) who waved back before she turned to Hunter.

“I’ll be at Shep’s with Lyana, don’t be gone too long. We’ve still got dinner to have,” Omega said as she turned and walked away, giving the group their privacy again. Hunter hurriedly came back over to their wife, going to where Tech was and rested his head on (Y/N)’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry mesh’la,” Hunter said and (Y/N) giggled, turning her head to look at her broody sergeant.

“The father roll suits you very well oya’karir,” she said and the group chuckled along, Hunter blushing and hiding his face in her shoulder.

“Cyar’ikaaa,” Hunter whined and everyone laughed, falling back into their routine from before the end of the war.

“So, how did you end up here?” Echo asked, the question slipping out before he could think about it. The rest of the boys simultaneously nodded along, wanting to know the story of how their wife ended up on Pabu.

(Y/N) sighed as she recounted how she ended up on the beautiful island, having run with Caleb until they found and stole a separatist ship. They had tried to contact the Jedi temple but had received Obi-wants messages instead. It had devastated them both. They traveled together for a couple weeks, hoping from planet to planet and never staying in the same place longer than necessary, before Caleb left on his own against (Y/N)’s judgement.

He was angry and scared and wouldn’t listen no matter how much she pleaded with him to stay with her. The day Caleb left was hard, once again she felt alone in a world where she wasn’t welcome. That’s when she met Phee. The women took a liking to (Y/N) and they became fast friends.

(Y/N) kept the Jedi side of herself a secret until Phee brought her to Pabu. Here, she met Shep who was so welcoming to her. She opened up about her past and Shep offered her a place to stay and work as a healer based on her extraordinary powers. (Y/N) graciously accepted the offer and the rest is history.

“You’ve been through quite the ordeal cyare,” Tech said softly, (Y/N) nodding in agreement. Echo took a moment to wipe away the tears that begun to spill from her eyes as she recounted her journey.

“I’m so glad Phee found you guys, even if it was by accident,” (Y/N) laughed and the boys all nodded, sneaking in little kisses wherever they could reach.

“So are we mesh’la, we’re all happy we found you again,” Wrecker said, giving (Y/N)’s waist a squeeze. She giggled at his gesture, eyes shifting between him and his brother.

“I agree with this sentiment,” Tech said and (Y/N) giggled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“I missed you my little genius,” she whispered and Tech blushed, adjusting his goggles, still not used to being praised by anyone.

“I missed you too ner sarad,” Tech whispered back and placed a kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead. She smiled at the gesture and moved to stand up. The boys helped her up, all looking her over and wiping off whatever dirt they could find. She giggled at their attention, knowing it was a comfy to them to make her feel like a queen.

“I missed you all, ner eyayha, ner oya’karir, ner Jariler,” (Y/N) said, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. The boys each returned her affection, having missed her touch.

“We missed you too Cyar’ika,” Hunter said for the group and they all agreed, Wrecker coming over and wrapping an arm around her waist as the group walked back towards the path to take them back to upper Pabu.

There was still a lot to sort out but (Y/N) knew that now that she had her husbands back, things would be okay. And no matter where Crosshair was, she prayed that he knew she still loved him too.

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[madamechrissy]

Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Law Professor Satoru Gojo x Student Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is like 29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. In this chap- oral sex (fem recieving) titty fucking, light slapping, breed kink, basically them being cute!

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ this chap- 7k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right? That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU

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Chapter 14

Right inside the little courthouse, standing in your wedding dress, with Maki holding your hand, you look at your soon-to-be husband Satoru Gojo. There's a hung over Suguru standing next to him, Nanami and Yuta are clearly hung over in the bench seats as well, but you still focus on that gorgeous man directly across from this room, in his white tuxedo.

Satoru Gojo.

Professor Gojo.

Or, as you know him, Toru.

You’ve come a long way from ‘Professor Dickhead’ and ‘Miss Brat’ haven’t you both? From a bathroom at a club to an undying love, from aching for his touch in your seat to him being constantly all over you. From tentatively becoming boyfriend and girlfriend to being insane and getting married in the span of a few months, it feels so surreal.

You should be worried it’s too soon, worried about this or that, but all you can do is be so damn happy. You just feel euphoric, so enamored of him, by how much you adore him, love him, need him, and are unable to imagine your life without him. Can’t imagine yourself before him.

His eyes catch yours then, and he’s looking up and down your body carefully, before he gets the biggest grin on that handsome face, and instead of waiting for you to walk up to him… well, this is Satoru Gojo we’re talking about… he decides instead to run to you and pick you up in the center of the room, spinning you in the air, making you giggle breathlessly.

“Toru, stop it! Put me down!” Nanami and Suguru are chuckling, though tired, hungover chuckles, and Maki is just smiling at you two.

“You look so fucking gorgeous . I’m such a lucky man.” He eases you down, hands firm on your waist now, and you look up into his sparkling blue eyes, your lips trembling, arms wrapping around his neck.

“You’re insane too, you know. You’re supposed to wait up there for me!” He sighs, stepping back and looking at you again.

“God, this body in this dress…” He kisses you then, lips pressing on yours. You’re clinging to him, sighing into his lips, as his big hands take over your waist, cinched in the pretty wedding gown. “So beautiful.”

“And you’re the most handsome man in the world.” You whisper, looking up at him then, he’s exhaling, blue swirling gaze drinking in your face, as you drink him in, how perfect he looks, how he is your everything.

“Of course I am.”

“You’re also the most insane.”

He smirks now, grabbing your hand and yanking you along to where the justice of the peace is smiling, watching the two of you. “You knew that already.”

“You already kissed the bride!?” Suguru says, hiccuping then, you click your tongue at him.

“Too many shots, Suguru?”

“Yeah, yeah. Your fault.” He grumbles, you just giggle.

“How are you so bright eyed?” Nanami demands, leaning his head back on the bench with a grimace.

“Because I only had like two drinks, silly boys.”

“Silly boys! I’m older than you.” Suguru says.

“Hmm, still silly.” You stick your tongue out, and Suguru chuckles.

“You have your hands full.”

“Oh, I will.” Satoru says, wolfish grin, wiggling his brows, all of the room is laughing now, even Yuta, before he goes back to looking sick.

“Water.” He pleads, Maki hands him a bottle, he chugs and sighs. “I’ll be fine, promise!”

“Ahem, is everyone ready?” Says the young man in front of you now, amusedly watching you all, you nod shyly, taking Satoru’s hands now, your own are getting all sweaty with your nerves.

You’re doing this.

You’re marrying your Professor.

You’re marrying the best lawyer there is.

You’re marrying Satoru Gojo, the love of your life.

It’s like a dream, but it’s your reality, this goofy, silly, gorgeous man, that since you met him, you just cannot stand to live without. How could you ever spend even a day without being in his arms, without looking into the most beautiful set of eyes that existed? Without your favorite person, who has become so dear so fucking fast, as if he’d always been yours?

“Should I bother to say the typical stuff?” He asks Satoru then, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Keep it to the basics. We have our own things to say to each other.” The man nods then, looking at you now.

“Then would you like to go first, with what you’ve prepared?” You nod, taking several breaths to prepare. “Perfect, so we’re gathered here to celebrate the union of…” He says your name, making your heart race faster. “And Satoru Gojo. They’ve both got… well, a lot to say as I’m sure you all know.”

They all laugh, then eyes are on you. You look up into his eyes again, snowy lashes lowered, his face a little more serious, big hands clutching yours tightly, then you know, Satoru is just a little bit nervous too. The most calm and collected lawyer, who can laugh right in the face of any danger, is a nervous thing just like you, something about it melts you even more.

“Satoru, we met… well, in a nightclub. It’s not the most romantic place, is it? But somehow, it was romantic, when I bumped right into you, spilling my drink all over your very nice shirt.”

“It was four hundred dollars.”

“Stupid.” He snorts and you playfully shove him. “Let me finish!”

“Always.” You blush at his tone, then take another breath.

“It was romantic regardless, because it’s you, and you make any place in this world something beautiful, with your presence, with your light that just shines from you, with your beautiful soul.”

“Fuck off, brat.” He whispers, eyes glimmering with tears. You smile, blinking back your own emotions.

“You never let me finish my sentences, you’re so annoying, you’re childish, and you’re basically a hyper kid on chocolate.”

“Hey!”

“It’s true.” Suguru agrees.

“You… Satoru Gojo…” You hold his hand, bringing it to your lips, brushing them along the backside of his knuckles. “You fight for what you believe in, you are so authentically yourself, no matter what. You hold true to your convictions, and never waver. You’re so amazing, just as amazing as you like to say you are.” He smiles just a bit.

“I sure am.”

The room rolls its eyes. “You are also the love of my life. Truly, with you, it’s like I finally have a home. I  meant what I said that day, the day I confessed my true feelings, the love in my heart, that I will always be by your side. You never have to worry, or wonder, I’ll be right here. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” You say, shaking as you do, overwhelmed by so much emotion.

Now you’re wiping his tears, he huffs, swiping them with the back of his hand, as are your friends, even the usually more stoic Nanami is swiping at his eyes. You feel your own tears falling, as you pour your heart out for him, knowing it’s safe to do so, knowing that.

“You accept everything about me, without question, you challenge me, make me think, make me do more, do better . You are the best man I’ve ever met, and I know you’ll be the best husband. And one day, I hope, an amazing father.” Satoru sighs now, resting his head on yours. “I love you Satoru Gojo, and I will love you, until the day I take my last breath, and even after.”

“Shit.” Is all he manages, and you giggle a bit, as now he’s kissing your salty tears, cupping your face.

“I’m ready for this, it’s insane, it’s probably too fast, but our relationship has been fast, intense, a hell of a ride. One I’m never getting off. I love you.” He kisses you again, your hands gently gripping his wrists as he keeps kissing you.

“You know you’re supposed to wait?” The man says, but even he has tears in his eyes.

“She’s a brat, she loves to make everyone cry like her.” Satoru says, and you glare, shoving at him.

“Now, it’s your turn Mr. Gojo. Can you top that?” He teases, clearly he is one of Satoru’s friends. Satoru grins now, nodding, swiping back that silky white hair, and looking down at you, eyes still glassy.

“Miss Brat.” You roll your eyes, giggling at him, looking at Maki for a moment who’s snuggled with Yuta, tissues smushed on her face with Yuta’s hand, not a sight you thought you’d see. Then you look back at your love.

“Professor.” You tease.

“I knew you were trouble the moment you ran into me, you were so clumsy you know.” You glare, and everyone laughs. “You didn’t belong there, something about you just seemed… different. When I first saw your pretty face, it was like a punch to the gut, like I couldn’t breathe for a moment.”

Your turn to be a ball of emotions, you are choking on a sob as he speaks. “You really felt that way?” You ask softly, he nods then.

“Fuck yeah I did, I played it off cool, or tried to, but you tilted my world on its axis, I knew you were so special, without even knowing you. Then, when we reconnected… god I couldn’t get you out of my head. I thought to myself, if I don’t have this girl, I can’t even go on, I need her in my life in some way. I couldn’t get the feel of your lips on mine out of my mind, like a brand on my mouth.”

His every word intoxicates you, touches you so deeply, how can you keep falling ever deeper into him? “Satoru…”

“I love you so much, I can’t even begin to really explain it, me… a man who can never shut the fuck up.” You smile, but it’s getting hard to see now, the tears flowing down your cheeks now. “But you left me speechless, you left me breathless, but then… now, I need you to breathe.”

“Like oxygen.” You whisper back, and he nods eagerly, cupping your face gently once more, thumb brushing your lips.

“Like oxygen. I need you, there is nothing without you, you are my world, and I will do everything to take care of you, every day, no matter what.”

“Oh Satoru…” You’re barely hanging on, in this little court house with a beautiful dress, and a gorgeous soon to be husband, saying things you once only heard in your dreams from him. Now, he’s yours.

“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness, and in health, for as long as you live?” He asks now, and you nod, taking the beautiful ring that Maki runs up to you, Satoru’s eyes widen at it.

“Of course I do.”

“The ring! It’s badass as fuck.” He says, earning more laughter in the emotional little room, you slide the gleaming jeweled ring on his finger, your own hands shaking so much that he has to hold them again.

“And do you, Satoru Gojo, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and health, for as long as you live?”

“Oh, even after I’m gone, I’ll always love you.” He says, and fuck... You hope your waterproof makeup is doing its job, because you’re officially a wreck, when he pulls out a gold band that matches your ring, delicate with little diamonds all around it. Your heart swells when he kisses your hand once more.

“I now pronounce you both, husband and wife. I mean… you already kissed a ton, but, kiss again.” Satoru grins, as do you, then he’s got you lifted in his arms, spinning you in a circle, you cling to him like you did the night you met, when he’d first kissed you.

Your lips meld together, salty tears mixed with sweet breath, he finally eases you to stand, and your friends are clapping for you all, but your eyes are locked on his, as if he is the only thing in this room, in this world. You choke on your cry, sniffling now, but Gojo’s emotional too, as he strokes your cheek with the backs of his fingers, tilting your chin up.

“I love you, Miss Brat. Wife. Bratty wife.” You giggle again, leaning up and pulling him down by his jacket, kissing him over and over.

“And I love you, husband. My Toru.” It takes damn near everything to separate the two of you, friends dragging you apart just to get to reception (basically a big ass party you all are throwing) when all you can think of is fucking your husband .

Six Months Later

“All done for the day, Professor Geto.” You are interning with Professor Geto, you finally are done with your first year of law school today, the end of a very insane year. Though the school allowed you and Satoru to have class together, they took you out of any running of his internship, for favoritism reasons.

Little did they know Gojo was still hard on you in class, and pushed you to your limits, he certainly wouldn’t have given you that internship if you had not earned it, but you were lucky enough that Suguru chose you to do his. It was brutal, long hours, but you learned so much with him, it worked out perfectly.

The bonus was that Satoru, Nanami and Suguru all worked close together, and Maki and Yuta interned with Nanami, so you all saw each other constantly. The six of you were extremely close, even though you all had your own lives, especially you and Satoru now more so than ever.

Suguru smiles at you now, lips quirking up. standing and taking the thick binders you have for him. You’re the last one there in the office on his team, as you were trying to get all your work caught up to finish the semester, so that you can help Satoru with his next big case. You yawn again, and he pats your head, tilting his own as he studies you.

“You work too hard, you know. In your condition.”

“Hush!” You shut his mouth with your palm, looking around, and he’s chuckling against it. “What if someone was here!”

“They’re all gonna know next year, anyway, you know you’re gonna have a big ass kid with those Gojo genes.”

“Ugh, you’re telling me! Can you tell!?” You turn now, and he hums to himself, smirking now. “Oh tell me, already Suguru!”

“Not by your tummy, no… but…” He wiggles his brows, and you scowl.

“Oh you perv!” You cover your breasts with your jacket, fuming as you realize it’s not buttoning, only to hear more of him snorting in laughter. “Shit, you’re right.”

“I’m sure Satoru’s loving that.” You roll your eyes with a smile.

“You know he won’t leave me alone for two minutes-”

“Shnookums!” Satoru pounces into the room now, leaping to you and bringing you into his strong arms, kissing your neck over and over.

“You all are going to do great, promise.” He says to you both, and you melt, as does Satoru, grinning big at his best friend.

“And you’re gonna be the best Uncle, Sugu.” He says, before grabbing your breasts, and you smack his hands, as Suguru blushes, looking up at the ceiling of his office.

“Jesus, Satoru.”

“Toru, really!?”

“What they’re so comforting to squeeze. Fine…” He lets your breasts go, pressing on your tummy instead. “I just love touching you, been all day I just missed my girl…”

“Go on now, good luck with him, love.” Suguru says, waving you all off as Satoru drags you out of the building, you can barely keep up with him as you dart to the car waiting for you, Ijichi is there to greet you both, smiling tiredly.

“Mr. and Mrs. Gojo.” You give him a peck on the cheek and a smile, making him blush, before Satoru slides in next to you in the back of the car.

“You can’t just grab my tits like that in front of Sugu!” You huff, shoving at him, and he’s pouting, like he’s an innocent baby, and not a fiend.

“I’m sorry, but they’re so pretty! I just wanna love on you.” He nuzzles your throat now, pulling you to him, and you sigh as you sink into his embrace, inhaling that scent you love so much, body reacting quickly.

“Fine, you get away with it this time. Oh gosh, Toru, everyone will know I’m pregnant next semester. I’ll be a whale.”

“Will not! Don’t be a meanie to yourself. Gonna be beautiful.” He has you on his lap now, sideways, rubbing your tummy gently. You blink back emotions now, and he notices, kissing your lips softly. “Promise you will be.”

“I’m so excited, but so nervous! Do you think I’ll keep up with these studies with a baby?” Your hand joins his over your tummy now, bringing a sense of peace that washes over you, every time you’re with him.

“You are a nerdy brat, you can do it.”

“Hey!” He just chuckles, cradling you in his arms.

“You can do some at home studies for a while, maybe come back to campus in a bit, you know we can just bring the baby to law school. Get it in early.”

“A little scholar, huh?”

“Mmm… it’ll be a challenge, but you got it. We got it, you’re not alone in this, ever. I promise.” Satoru kisses you deeper now, still gently rubbing your tummy, you’re only three months along so not much has changed yet, but you both know, and can tell the smallest changes.

“I know you’ll help me no matter what, we are a team.” You caress his face softly as you speak.

“Damn right, also you’re young, you don’t have to knock out law school so fast, it’s not like you can’t come with me and learn any time. And I’ll be there to teach you, my favorite student.”

“Teach me, hmm?” You tease now, he grins.

“Yes, Miss Brat. You still have a lot to learn, you know. You’re a good student but you have some discipline issues.”

“Me!?”

“Mmm.” Satoru is stumbling with you as you kiss fervently, inside your home now, lips barely leaving yours, only to breathe, you all kick off your shoes, you toss your purse, he tosses his wallet, you yank off his tie, he shoves off your blazer.

You’re slowly just leaving a trail of clothes and items everywhere, until you’re in your bra and panties, tits overflowing already, aching and tender. Satoru’s full lips part, thin nostrils flaring. He’s unbuttoning his dress shirt, shaking his head slightly, you’re biting your lower lip, eyes lowering shyly, the whirl of the giant fans overhead cooling overheated skin.

“ Fuck… these tits, lemme see em, baby girl.” He pleads, and you unsnap your bra then, exhaling at how good it feels when they’re released, they bounce as they do, and Satoru’s on you in a flash, picking you up and sitting you right on the kitchen table, squishing them in his hands.

“Mmm, be easy, please.” You whisper, as his thumbs brush over your nipples, making you tremble at how sensitive they are already. He exhales, eyes locking as he presses you back gently, one hand sliding up your chest, the other playing with your breast easier now.

“They’re so sexy. Imagine when they’re all full of milk.”

“Toru!”

“What, it'll be hot.” You’re a blushing mess, and he chuckles, kissing down one of your breasts, to your nipple, sucking a peak in his hot mouth. “Mmm.”

“Mmm!” You both moan as he sucks on one, the pressure between your thighs building, the tension coiling in your lower tummy. “Toru…”

“Let me take my time, eager little brat.” He murmurs, now kissing your other breasts, tongue swirling around an areola, before he sucks the nipple in his mouth, making you wetter. You’re grinding your hips on the table, biting your lip, aching for more and more.

“Please…”

“Impatient, hmm?” Satoru’s big hands now slide up your thighs, smirking so sexy as he studies you. “Oh, those thighs love to shift for me, rub together, don’t they?”

“F-fuck off.” He glares then, yanking you off the table, turning you and unzipping your pencil skirt, you laugh breathless when it gets stuck then. “I’m getting all big already.”

“Shut up, you are not. I can’t wait till you do though.” He unzips you finally, revealing your lacy panties, he presses you down now, your breasts on the table, he’s kissing a trail between your shoulder blades.

“Mmm… Toru please touch me.”

“Not yet, patience, remember?”

“Fuck that- ow!” He smacks your backside, making you tremble at how good it feels, eyes fluttering shut when he grabs your ass now instead.

“You know I will still be your professor next semester, expect me to take it easy on you?” He smacks your other cheek now, and your thighs are trembling.

“Well, yes! I’m pregnant with your little baby lawyer!”

“No exceptions or favoritism in my class.” He says, acting so stern, you can’t take how sexy his voice is.

“But you’ll beat my ass, Professor!?”

“It looks so pretty with my hand prints.” He smacks each cheek again, stinging and burning, his free hand now sliding up your spine, entangling in your hair and pulling, you’re soaking wet against your panties, craving his touch. “Aw, you’re so, so eager, aren’t you baby?”

“You’re a tease, Satoru Gojo.” You whine out, earning that sexy chuckle. “I’m hornier more than ever.”

“I know, I love it. And so wet… oh fuck .” He’s rubbing you over your panties now, which are hopelessly soaked, wet spot soaking through. “You’re that wet?”

“Please, Toru…”

“Begging?”

“Mmhmm.” Is all you manage, normally you’d both play, a push and pull, tug of war of sorts, but you are needy for him, you’re clenching around nothing, wanting his fingers, his cock, wanting him .

“So easy for me?”

“Just for you.” You whisper, then he moans, and you hear his belt buckle, you arch up, earning another laugh.

“That easy!?”

“Put it in, please.” You are begging, pleading, arching your ass up, wanting more and more of his touch.

“Fuck…” Satoru is not one to just do that, he loves foreplay, but when he finds your dripping wet folds, pulling your panties to the side and rubbing, he’s moaning. “You’re stupid wet.”

“I know, I know. Please, just- ah!” Satoru slips his tip in barely, groaning as he feels you, you’re dripping all the way down to the kitchen tile, it’s so bad. You look back at him and watch his face contorted in pleasure, then your eyes roll back as his tip hits your clit, rubbing. “Mmm!”

Your clit is twitching under his tip, rubbing on it, and you’re just wetter and wetter, Satoru slides his cock up once more, coated in your slick now, pressing into your entrance, and you’re so ready you fall apart from his tip stretching you. Satoru is groaning, gripping your hips tightly, you’re nearly sobbing it’s so fucking good, when he presses further.

“Toru!”

“Oh my god… you’re so tight.” He whispers, sinking inside fully, so much pressure, you’re cumming then and there, and he stays there for a moment, unmoving, tense behind you. “You cummin already?”

“Fuck it, yes. More, please. Please .”

“Needy little brat.” He’s fucking into you now, tip dragging on your g spot, making you stupid, one hand back to pulling your hair, your thighs he spreads, to slide in with a long stroke once more, filling you so full.

You scream out now, hands gripping on the table as if it will tether you, but you’re falling apart under his strokes, getting wetter and wetter, walls clenching tightly around his cock. His balls are smacking your clit over and over, your ass is jiggling with every thrust of his pelvis, an ass he smacks again, stinging as the cool air above hits it, making you tighten around him more in response.

“Feel so fuckin good, baby girl. So good…” He huffs, slamming in and rolling his hips, tip grinding on your cervix, pulling you more until he has an entire arm wrapped around you.

“You feel s’good Toru…” You whisper back, then he’s flipping you, exhaling and kissing you deeply, you’re shivering when he sits you back on the table, sliding his cock back in, cupping your face with a free hand.

“Need to see your pretty face.” He whispers, and you shudder as he’s sinking deeper, clutching to his bare chest, kissing his lips softly, biting his plush lower lip, before your head falls back, and he’s kissing down your neck.

“Love you. Love you.” You whisper it over and over, now Satoru’s leaning over you, rolling his hips just the right way, until you unravel again for him, he presses every button, pulls every switch, he knows every bit of you. He has known you, the night you even met.

“I love you baby.” He whispers back, your lips slam together, tongues so messy, teeth clicking against each other as you feel his muscles ripple under your hands, as you feel his cock thickening. “Got you pregnant, hmm?”

“You did, you d-did…”

“Making you a mommy.” He murmurs, making your thighs tense around his hips, hands clutching in his silky white hair, desperately kissing him now.

“You did. You - ah - did!” You’re closer to the edge as your husband’s thickening now, throbbing in you, and your eyes lock, those glittering blue eyes that you could drown in for eternity, and never want to take a breath.

“Gonna fill you so good… f-fuck…” Satoru’s crying out right with you, his cock is pumping those ropes of cum inside your velvety walls, filling you so deep. You’re both drinking each others’ cries, moans, whispers, as you both come down, and you’re still feeling the aftershocks, pulsing his cum out down between you.

“Mmm… Toru…” You’re cock drunk, eyes fuzzy as he comes into focus, Satoru is stroking your hair, sighing, pecking little kisses all over your face now. “How is it even better than before?”

“I don’t know, it is though… you never could take me like that. You’re so slutty pregnant.”

“Slutty!” You glare, and he just laughs again, the sound filling you.

“Mmm, still just as tight, just sluttier.”

“Oh you- ah!” He pulls out of you then, picking you up carefully, bridal style, even after half a year of getting married, he likes to carry you to the room like this often, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

Marriage has been not without some trials, sometimes you both got on each other’s nerves, you had little debates and spats. Satoru was messy as fuck, and you didn’t like leaving a mess for the cleaners, he thinks that’s the job anyway, and just wants you to focus on school, or fucking him in every position possible. Or just wants you to look pretty when he gets home.

You are independent and strong willed, he knows you’ll never be his little housewife, and you know he really doesn’t want that, but he jokes all the time. He always pays for everything, and spoils you, buying too much jewelry, too many clothes, and any new gadget he thinks is cool, sometimes you have to take things back you don’t need, and earn his puppy dog eyes.

There are beautiful moments of being married to him, too, like having him constantly be there with you, hold you in his arms at night, and wake up to see his precious face next to yours. And the most beautiful moment so far, was when you all found out you’re having a baby, although you were on birth control, you both were surprised but then both of you had been elated.

You love the little peanut already, that’s what you all call them, they’re too tiny to know a sex yet, and they looked just like a peanut on that ultrasound. Satoru and you had it framed and sitting right on one of the dressers in what would soon be the baby’s nursery, you all have set up some of it already. It’s too early for all that truly, but Satoru got too excited.

And that’s the best part about Satoru, his excitement, his infectious happiness, in the face of anything, though he always shows you how he really feels, when he’s genuinely so happy, it radiates. He makes even the worst days so much better, massaging your back, buying your favorite cappuccino (decaf now, Satoru is reading too much about babies) or anything to comfort you.

And you comfort your husband, rubbing his neck after a long day, running him a bath and washing that silky white hair, bringing him his favorite drink after work. You both constantly read each other, it’s like you can feel what the other is feeling, a constant connection, a beautiful one.

“What are you thinking about, Miss Brat?” Satoru asks softly, he’s sat you on the edge of the sink, starting a hot shower, already steaming in the bathroom, the warm fog filling your lungs.

“How happy we are. How good this is. It feels like…”

“Perfect.”

“That.” He is between your thighs, cupping your face, your head falls back to look up at him. “It’s so perfect, us together.”

“And there are going to be three of us soon.” He murmurs, making you smile, looking down at your tummy, it’s a little poochy, perhaps only you and Satoru notice for now.

“A baby Gojo.” You whisper, smiling then, and he’s hugging you tightly, burying his face against your neck. “I want to be the best parent ever.”

“You will be.”

“And they’ll be… rich already. Holy shit.” You murmur, Satoru’s family had sent a cool five million for the baby, to have when they’re eighteen through a trust. Satoru had scoffed at it, but you did appreciate the gesture, of course Satoru had plenty of money, but your future baby Gojo could do a lot with that to start with.

“They did one decent thing, it’s still fuck them.”

You laugh then. “I’m still team fuck them.”

“Now… let’s shower, we have all weekend to relax.”

“You mean study your case!”

“Well that is relaxing for us.” You step into the hot shower now, head falling back when Satoru begins to suds up your hair, eyes shutting in bliss.

“I so love your hair washing skills.”

“Of course you do. I love washing your hair, little shnookums.” He kisses your forehead after he rinses the fragrant shampoo out, then it’s your turn, but of course he’s so tall he has to sit on the bench seat in the shower for you to wash his hair. “I’m so glad I fucking built this at the right height.”

He’s burying his face between your breasts now, making you giggle, as the hot water cascades down your back, easing stiff muscles. “I was curious that day when you told me to stand there.”

“Had to be at titty height.” You rinse his hair out now, before he stands, turning and sitting you on the new bench, a pretty black granite he’d recently installed. “I also had it made for…”

You hold your breasts together, and he slips his cock between them, already hard again, you whine out at it, at the sexy, lewd sight of his pretty pink tip pressing up between your lush breasts. “Fuck… that’s so…”

“Hot.” He finishes, whimpering out now, and you nod, looking up at him, holding your breasts together for him as he pumps, his free hand caressing your face. “God you’re so pretty .”

“You’re pretty.” He smirks down at you, now you’re spitting down his cock, making him lose it, he kneels once more, spreading your thighs right on the bench. “Aww look, she missed me.”

“You just fucked- ah!” You scream out when he’s lapping at your pussy, your head is resting back on the tile walls, his mouth devouring your pussy, blue eyes looking up at you, lashes dripping wet, water falling all over his perfect skin. “Toru…”

“Shh, let me and her talk. Rude.” You laugh but it’s cut off as he sucks your engorged little clit into his mouth, humming on it then, you’re gushing arousal all over his mouth, legs shaking violently, panting as it overtakes you. His hands glide down and up your slick thighs, fingers pressing in as he works you.

Your pussy is drooling down his mouth, he’s groaning as he keeps lapping at you, your screams echoing in the shower now. You’re starting to come down, so sensitive just his breath makes you jerk, and he relishes in it, in making you so weak and losing all your senses except how good he feels, how your entire body is just humming for him.

“You’re so yummy, Miss Brat.” Satoru slides back up, sitting on the bench with you now, pulling you into his lap. You look at him, grinding against his length. “Look at you, such a mess.”

“You make me that way.” Your words damn near slur, the heat of the shower, the orgasms, Satoru himself sapping it all from you.

“I love this bench.” You smile just a bit at his enthusiasm.

“You’re so cute- ah!”

“Cute, huh?” He’s shoved his full eight plus inches so deep in your pussy, grabbing your ass and slamming you down his length, stuffing you so full.

“Toru, fuck !”

“Not so cute, now. Aww, poor baby can’t take dick?” You glare, earning his grin, positioning your knees on either side, clinging to his back with your fingers, slipping and sliding, and lifting yourself, breasts pressed against his chest.

“Give it to me, Professor.” You whisper, only for him to pick you up then, pressing your back against the shower wall, fucking into you so deep it hurts, but it hurts so fucking good you’re falling apart in his grasp.

“Bratty, slutty student.” He huffs, shoving up, your thighs clinging to his slender hips as he pumps into your eager little pussy.

“I’m a… good student… fuck, fuck, fuck!” He bites the fuck out of your neck now, with those sharp teeth, you gasp as your pussy is clenching around him.

“A good girl, are you?”

“Yes!” You breathe out, between pumps.

“Mmm… you feel good, but I don’t know. Should I let you cum?”

“Please!”

“Since you asked so sweetly.” He pulls back his head, shoving his cock inside you, watching you, studying you, your eyes flutter shut as you’re about to cum once more, but he grabs your chin. “No, look at me.”

So you do, you struggle to keep those eyes open, looking at him as you’re cumming even harder than before, so hard you’re crying, tears slipping down your cheeks. “T-Toru…”

“Aw, you crying?” You just nod weakly, moaning out, and then he’s pulsing inside you. “So fucking pretty crying for me, too.”

He busts inside you now, groaning as he finds his release, clinging to your body, crying out, filling you up so full. “Yes, yes… fill me.”

“Two loads already, so slutty.”

“You… you’re slutty.” You manage, both of you laughing then, he eases you down on wobbly legs now, holding you by your hips.

“And you’re weak.”

“Fuck you!”

“I just did.”

“Sure did.” You’re grinning, and you both laugh, before you kiss each other, and clean up further.

Later on, you both are having dinner, while Satoru has his next case sprawled all over the table. You both snuggle up next to each other on the couch as he spreads files, pictures, and notes out on the table, nibbling on take out together, the white boxes and little red symbols and chopsticks, no dishes for you all. You look over the glossy eight by ten photos as you nibble on your rice.

“She was my age, fuck.” You say softly, as you look at the picture now, she was a pretty young woman, a young environmental activist as well.

“The worst part, she had a kid.” You sigh, putting the food down, and touching your tummy without thinking, and Satoru wraps an arm around you, protective and strong. “I know, baby.”

“Fuck… so the suspect is this guy?” You tap a nice looking guy with glasses.

“Mmm, yeah but I don’t know if I should buy it.”

“You think he’s a scapegoat?”

“Sure the fuck do.”

“So who are the suspects?”

“Him, him and him. They’re all super corporate, rich as fuck, whereas the guy I’m representing is Pro Bono, so he’s…”

“Not wealthy at all.” You finish.

“Exactly, they wanna pin this shit on him. This is something on the higher ups, too.” The distaste is apparent in Satoru’s voice. You snuggle to him now, and he brushes your hair back, kissing your forehead gently.

“We’ll help them, if he’s wrongly convicted, you’re the best defense attorney there fucking is.”

“And you’re going to be the best prosecutor there is.”

“Imagine us going against each other!?” He laughs then, shaking his head at you. “Bet I’d kick your ass.”

“Nah, I’d win.”

“Whatever!” You both pour over more of the documents together, it’s been a while since you could help with a case with school, but the break will be so lovely, so much time spent with your husband. “I’d win.”

“You wish, little brat. Damn, our baby is gonna be a menace.” He says, smirking, and you grin so big, images flitting through your mind.

“The most competitive lawyer ever!”

You both laugh then, eventually setting aside the evidence, Satoru is putting on a movie, but you’re not paying much attention, starting to feel sleep tug at you. You’re yawning, and Satoru is stroking your waist gently, you snuggle even deeper against his hard body, letting the warmth sink in.

“You’re always sleepy now. Can’t make it past a trailer.” He teases, you sigh, hiding another yawn.

“It’s the baby I think. It’s like sucking all my energy.”

“Gonna be a six foot tall kid.”

“Let’s hope they take after the shorter side of this family!” His shoulders shake with his laughter.

“Ugh, family though.” He says softly.

“Family.” You repeat lovingly, cupping his face and looking up at him. “Let us get some rest, we can study more tomorrow.”

“You wanna cuddle, hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Anything for you, Shnookums.” Satoru carries you to the bed. “Spoiled, lazy little thing.”

“You spoil me on purpose.” You snatch his best pillow with a wicked grin, earning his narrowed eyes.

“I’ll tickle you to death.”

“No! Fine, we’ll share then, meanie.” He snuggles behind you, long limbs taking over much of the bed, even as big as it is, wrapping around you tightly. You feel such peace, so comfortable, you can barely hold your eyes open for another minute.

“You’re like a little old lady, always crashing out. Drooling.” He says then, stroking your tummy gently, he’s been doing it since he found out. Your hand joins over his own, looking back at him over your shoulder.

“I’m too comfy, your fault.”

“Is it now?”

“Admit your guilt.” He’s grinning, you’re trying to keep your eyes open, but Satoru feels too heavenly.

“I admit no fault, brat.”

“Mmm… contempt of my court.”

“You’re silly. Go to sleep.” You both smile against each other’s lips, and you fall fast asleep, dreaming about this baby on the way, dreaming of Satoru holding a baby in his arms, and the love in your heart, like you’ll burst.

Satoru studies the smile on your sleepy face, wondering just what it is his pretty student thinks of, before burying his face against your neck, and falling fast asleep, where he feels so damn good, with you in his arms.

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Final Chapter

[year2000electronics]

Did Mario know about the rumors of the Dark Star Child? If yes, what exactly did he know?

What exactly was that one alternate timeline with Luigi on Bowser's side like? And what had happened to its version of Mario?

Has Antasma ever used his vampire transformation powers (in the main timeline)? And what exactly does that whole process entail?

What happens if any of the Star Children are seperated from their jems?

Does Luigi's Dark Star necklace act funky after the prophecy was foiled, with all that forbidden power but its assigned cause being no more?

EXCELLENT QUESTIONS! answers going under the cut because they got long

so both light and dark prognosticus are kept very secret in the FOTS world, obviously, but seeing as the dark prognosticus is ACTUALLY dangerous, it's far-better kept, so the prophecies of the light prognosticus enter the cultural consciousness much easier, so the stories of the four star children get spread far and wide, and in contrast, the far more secretive dark prognosticus gets seen as "not canonical" or just "old wives' tales"- so for a lot of people, the idea of the dark star child ALONE is ridiculous (it'd kinda be like if you talked to two different, i dont know, christians, and one says the book of revelations is about a hypothetical end, and the other says the rapture is happening Tomorow)

and even then, people who DO believe in the dark star child usually go "well it's probably that furious monster king they mention. he sounds scary"

it's the same for mario, because as much as i love to focus on Luigi's Issues, taking a step back into mario and luigi's ENTIRE life- yknow from birth to present- here's pretty much what it looks like, right

the purple tallies are every "foreshadowing moment" i've put in the timeline, so there's yoshi's island, where the only person who saw that foreshadowing is kamek, and then dream team, where antasma says he sees something dark in luigi, brothership, which i won't get fully into because spoilers, and finally, what i've been lovingly referring to as "the train wreck"- where a bunch of grand reveals all happen near the tail-end.

so for mario, it never even occurred to him! he's lived with this guy for at least 20 years with no incidents up until now! the heck is going on??

as for the alt timeline, i imagined it would be a very similar sort of situation to mlp season 5's finale where the gang travels through a bunch of different super-crazy timelines and you get just enough info to understand what's going on, but you can't stay for long because THERE'S THINGS AT STAKE!!

BUT this specific timeline has luigi being raised by kamek as one of his own, so it's bowser and luigi who end up being The Brothers instead of mario and luigi! mario ends up fine, of course, he just needs to work twice as hard to get stuff done. maybe peach teams up with him instead of getting kidnapped? much to think about. in a hypothetical where this was the real timeline, mario would have to convince both bowser and luigi to go along with him to do SPM lol, what a headache

i did a few sketches of some hypothetical alternate timelines- flashy, conveys what it is quick, and then POOF! its gone

as for antasma, i actually had the idea a while back that maybe he slowly starts turning everyone on pi'illo island into his army, so the more you clear the story, the darker the island gets- but that kinda happens with brothership and the glohmed concordians so i might have to scrap that

but yknow, in bowser's early appearances, he's portrayed as this blue-pale colour, and he also is rocking this really cool cape- and seeing as antasma is using bowser for his own plans in a parasitic way, i think it would actually be super cool for bowser to be a vampire for most of dream team

i think antasma would be the only one who could CAUSE nightmares/fear but anyone turned into a vampire by him would have to suck all the rest/good dreams out of people, so youre left super exhausted and when you go to bed you'll either have no dreams at all or have freaky nightmares

the necklaces have a special connection to the star children! i'm sure youve seen those 'cursed object' or 'magical object' stories where the object will just spawn back somewhere if it's lost. that's good for the star children! their artifacts aren't Artifacts Of Power or anything, moreso just yknow, charms of protection, of good luck, stuff like that. it's a representation of the star spirits' blessing. so a lot of it is just 'these things have sentimental value to these crazy kids'

but of course, they'll come back even if the star children don't want them to at the moment...

and after the fact, luigi's necklace is... wait for it... perfectly normal! it's no longer hidden, but it's not like it's some big scary macguffin, either. it symbolizes that the star children have broken free from the chains of "fate" and "destiny"- how they can choose who they wanna be now. and luigi chooses to be a normal guy!

thanks for your questions!!

[applescorner]

rare love (jason todd × y/n) - angst one shot !-

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summary : after your bf jayson comes back from the dead, he's not quite the same jay you feel in love with, and you don't know what to do anymore ?

warning : talk of death, mental health, not really any heavy topics or issues, just kinda sad overall :(

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he had eyes that could drown any naive sailor who thought they were brave enough to whether the furious storms of the sea. as wide and as endless as my love was for him, i was ship wrecked the moment he called me babydoll.

he rarely ever said my name, maybe when he got mad or disappointed, but he doesn't say it now regardless of his feelings, it's baby doll this, and baby doll that, but.... my name has value. it means something. I mean something

perhaps it did, too, once to the man i loved beyond every evil thing that could kill hope in this cruel city. he was my anchor, the wind in my sails.

the eyes i yearn to find love and life once again in is gone and that is far more terrifying than actually not having him. somedays he's here not present, other days....

"jay" i softly whisper tapping his shoulder. broken from his trance, impossibly fast he snatches my wrist, his blue eyes bore into my fearful gaze, searching for something

malice, deciet, ulterior motive to hurt him ?

whatever it is he doesn't find it. instead of apologizing, he kisses my inner wrist, with all of his weight and muscle ontop of me he leans back now and sighs.

I do the best I can to comfort him and just begin to run my hands through his soft raven black hair. even touching his hairs a rare treat.

ever since's he's come back everyone and everything around us, around him, he observes, analyzes, and stews over.

hot showers we used to use as an excuse for more time together is another wall for me to break through.

I used to be able to stand behind and wash his muscles, trace the freckles down his face and back , kiss him while keeping eye contact. Whisper to him how beautiful the stars on his body were. nothing gets to stand behind him, back up against the wall, he washes me firmly with no care insteading of leaving hickies or handprint like how we used to. he just leaves scratches from how harshly he scrubs at my skin.

cautiously wrapping his hair around my fingers, I hum to myself. After a moment I test the waters.

"j"

resting his nose in the crook of my neck, he sniffs the area where i put lotion, and his breath slows almost to a full stop. after my shower, i grabbed any bottle in front of me. absentmindedly, i put on his favorite. he liked things that reminded him of me. vanilla, warm sweaters, rainy days, the movie footloose.

staying over at bruce's sometimes on holiday breaks i would round him and the boys up to the theather room, put on footloose, and teach them the cherogrophy. eventually they got the hang of it. jay, bruce, tim and i had no shame, we would place two long coffee tables together, put on socks we could glide in and dance like no tomorrow.

"yeah doll"

" say my name." I nudge him playfully

under his messy hair he tips his head up, through it I can see in his eyes there's a hint of humor "B A B Y D O L L ...babydoll"

I stare at him as intensely as I can, but under his 'equally' intense one, I cave, mustering a small smile " what's my n a m e... mr. j a y s o n t o d d "

I wait with baited breathe, studying every inch of his face for a giveaway of something. annyonce, ire, anger even ?. i've been begging, pleading and pushing him in just about every way known to man for a semblance of my name.

an uneasy air passes by

squaring his shoulders, and grabbing my chin softly in his hands, he pulls me down to him ; inches away from his lips.

"y/n. y/n m/n l/n "

a thousands feelings shoot off in my brain, my blood feels hot and the ceilings feels heavy but he was all I could see all I could focus on.

the truth may not be pretty, it may not be laid out perfectly for you to easily digest but when it's presented in front of you : you have two choices you can either dig in and hope for the best, or you can discard it and order something different. I chose the former.

"do you have any idea what it's been like to chase after the person you love's affection. I don't ask for you to be perfect, I don't expect for you to be okay all the time. I just want for you to say my name. Not just for my own mental sake. For yours as well, my love. I need to know that you know that there is just more than you here present in this relationship. In your life. I exist to and if you won't remember, then I don't know how to help you nor us"

"the only thing that kept me going was the thought that if you were still alive then we both were still alive y/n. It's not an apology. So many people have given me them, I don't know where to put their empathy and compassion. It's maddening. I love you I've never wanted to suffocate you. I just figure that instead of apologizing for all my mistakes I would treat you better show you that I'm trying ".

I cup his face bringing him closer, our lips brush "I see you, I appreciate. I'm not going anywhere. Apologies are a good things to have. Like love and grace they cover lots of things"

"Even sin ? "

"Even death, love brought you back did it not".

"No," he states firmly "your once in a lifetime, rare, wonderful, crazy, grounding love brought me back.

wrapping his tree branch arms around my waist he pulls me in for an earth-shattering kiss.

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take a moment and think about aemond as ghostface. but he’s killing everyone around you because he wants you all for himself. every person that crosses paths with you ends up dead and once you caught up on what is happening you don’t know who to trust. that’s when the cute boy from your history class who’s always helping you appears. but you can’t really trust him, still afraid of the psychopath who is, apparently, obsessed with you. but he wins your trust when you find him bleeding out in the hall. together you come up with a plan to catch him but every time you’re about to, he slips through your fingers and a new person ends up dead.

until one night when aemond goes to your apartment—just like he’s been doing for the past two months—and finds you sleeping on your bed; looking so peaceful and pretty. he watches you until your eyes flutter open, and you find the psychopath in the white mask looking at you, knife to your throat. you don’t scream, too afraid of what he can do if you do, you try to focus on something else. and that’s when you notice it is the first time you see him without the usual black attire. he’s just wearing normal clothes and it scares you even more, knowing he’s a normal person doing all of this. you wonder if he goes to the same college, if you spoke at any time. you stop breathing when he gets on top of you, parting your legs with his free hand, caressing your thigh until he cups your clothed cunt. frozen in place all you can do is watch and feel him roam your body. it makes you sick but a flame of hope burns in your heart thinking of aemond, knowing he should be home in no time. he will save you. “aemond… please hurry.” your whisper makes ghostface laugh, knife going up to your cheek, slowly and softly making its way around your face and neck. ghostface tsks, shaking his head. his movements are slow and calculated, even when he leans in, face mere inches from your face. “oh, sweet girl. he’s not coming.” you’re too afraid to recognize the voice, ready to give up and accept your destiny when… “he’s already here.” you watch with surprise and curiosity how he takes the mask off, revealing the last person you would have thought. your heart stops beating and breath gets caught in your throat. he has a wicked smile on his face, eyes so dark you can’t see the blue irises that gave you peace and reassurance at some point.

once again he moves the knife to your neck, applying enough pressure to draw blood. you hiss, body shaking with fear and something else you can’t recognize. “don’t look so surprised, i know you had your doubts about me.” he speaks quietly, kissing you on the cheek and dragging his lips downwards, stopping just above the recent cut. you can’t stop looking at him, some strange force forcing you to keep looking at the mad man. aemond keeps the eye contact all the time, even when he sucks the blood still emanating from your neck. when he pulls away, a bloody smile is plastered on his face. you feel dizzy, head spinning and eyes barely focusing on his face. you don’t know if it’s due to the cut or the recent events…. or maybe all of it. just one thought races through your mind; why would he do this? deep down you know the answer, it is only easier to pretend you don’t know. aemond grabs your chin and slaps your cheek, a sharp pain waking up all nerve ending in your body. next thing you know, his lips are on yours. it is bloody, rough, dirty. it feels good. when you moan into his mouth aemond takes it as an opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips and wreck you. your hips start moving on its own seeking friction, which aemond gives you by smacking his clothed cock against you. “you’re fucking sick.” you groan at losing his lips, smeared with your blood. he keeps thrusting into you as he cuts your top with one swift movement of his hand. you arch your back and his smile grows bigger, your round breasts too inviting. he cuts just above your nipple, his hot mouth immediately sucking and calming the ardor. you moan his name, hands pulling at his hair. “i need more… need you.” you cry out, making him laugh. but he gives you exactly what you ask for.

well, you were going to hell anyway.

[d3wdropz]

Muzan Kibutsuji ~ Drabble

A/N: I'm kind of tired but I wanted to push this little thing out cause this manz is on my mind

This is my first post that's not horny- so plz be gentle

Synopsis: Muzan's experimenting with different chemicals and plant life, Y/n is bored

Content Warning: SFW, gender neutral!reader, demon!reader, canon!muzan, fluff, (as fluffy as this man can be)

This very cool banner was created by @path2venus !

Complete silence, boring, lifeless silence. It's what Muzan preferred, allowing him the chance to focus on his research. He was content in tinkering with different botanicals, writing down any new findings, and testing out new theories.

One could say that this was his favorite activity, even with the clumsy demon behind him breaking another vile.

Muzan didn't flinch at the sound of glass shattering, it's become a common noise over the past hundred years. There was once a time when he would fly into a cold rage over it, but it only ended with more broken materials. Not to mention you were left crying and uspet with him after.

Letting out a sigh, he turned his head and looked at your fallen body on the ground. In front of you, just a little too far from your outstretched hands, was the broken vile. The tension in his brows lessened when he saw that it was empty.

"Thankfully, you didn't break something of value," he spoke, mostly to himself. He then turned back to his notebook, readying his pen once again.

Behind him, you huffed and sat up, shaking your hands to rid them of any last bits of glass. You were so bored! These moments of silence and thought brought you little entertainment after so many years. You used to read books while Muzan worked, but after so long you've run out of literature.

About two decades ago you started finding more interest in leaving Muzan to experiment on his own. While you left, he was quiet and focused on his table of instruments. To your surprise, though, when you came back to the infinity castle, Muzan greeted you with a sharp glare and strong grip on your jaw, forcing eye contact.

He scolded you for leaving, questioned if you found him so disinteresting that you'd seek fun elsewhere. It didn't take long for you to realize why he was so upset: this silence was his relaxation time, and he'd grown used to you being there.

Muzan is not an affectionate man by any means. But in his own weird way, he shows you he cares. One example being right now, him being relaxed around someone- something that's more rare than the blue spider lily he's searching for.

So, with little complaint, you always join him in this downtime. You've just found more ways to make it fun.

"Muzan," you pout out the word, lounging on the comfortable, crimson chair across from him. "You know I really do enjoy this time we spend together, but- and in no offense to you, my love- I'm growing bored."

Before you could even finish your sentence, Muzan's intense, ruby eyes darted up to look you. He was waiting for you to continue, silently warning you to choose your next words wisely less you get a swift, nonlethal cleave to your appendages.

Closing your eyes, you leaned against your palm, "I adore spending time with you, really. But I need to do something, too. You won't let me help you after the last time," a shiver runs down your spine as you remember the terrifying lecture you received after it, "so if you don't want me to keep pestering you and wrecking your things, give me something. Anything at this point."

His glare softened before he shut his eyes and took in a deep breath, exhaling through his nose to calm himself down, "Fine, come over here and watch," his eyes shot open again, deep and serious, boring into you, "but if you so much as touch a pen without my permission, I'll cut off your head just as I did before and leave you to deal with the aftermath yourself."

A soft smile spread across your face as you skipped over to his side, wrapping your arms around his own, careful to not touch the tweezers in his hand. With a sigh of content, you nuzzled your face into his shoulder.

"See? This is all I wanted, Muzan, some care and attention," you beamed up at him before looking to the plants layed out before him.

Without tearing his eyes from the beaker and plants in his hands, he hummed, very gently leaning his head against your own. "You're lucky I find your company enjoyable," he mumbled.

You ran your hand up and down his arm, feeling the silk of his sleeve, "I love you too."