#Did I write this correctly? English's not my first language

[nonamebutpretty]

[sacr1ficialang3l]

✞︎Did you feel that close to God when you had me on my knees?✞︎

SAM WINCHESTER X READER

SUMMARY: Sam, Dean, and reader are working a case in Nebraska. But when reader sees her boyfriend in that priest outfit, things get a little wild. 4.0k

WARNINGS: smut (MDNI). oral m receiving. blasphemy (lots, please don't read if you're extremely religious or if you don't like things like this). mentions of religious trauma (Catholic guilt folks unite). priest kink (?). the word father is said multiple times but this is not daddy kink.

NOTES: extremely self-indulgent. I feel like there's not enough religious trauma readers. this doesn't focus on that anyway. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! this is also my first time writing straight smut, so pls be nice. Enjoy<3

You are trying to act normal, you swear.

It was a quite simple case, a ghost had been hunting down people in a small town in Nebraska. The only connection in between all the victims was that they all attended the same church, which only meant one thing.

Priest outfits.

Sam was standing there before you, hair carefully styled, black suit jacket over his broad shoulders and black pants making him look taller than he already was. But the most important part, the one that made your breath hitch and thighs press together. The clerical collar. 

There was something about it, something sinful about the white stripe of fabric against Sam��s tanned skin. You always thought your boyfriend was hot, but watching him carefully talking with the families of the victims, watching people calling him father. Watching him in that church, bible in hand, a cross looming over you as it rests in the wall behind you, it was driving you insane. 

Your relationship with religion wasn’t the best, that was obvious, but you had never expected for all that guilt and trauma to transform into… this.

But here you are, sitting on a church bench, watching as Sam and Dean talk to the Pastor. You had refused to put on the nun costume Dean had gotten you. (You were sure he bought it at a sex shop. You went to catholic school, nun’s attires didn’t show that much cleavage. Or any cleavage at all.) Therefore, they had decided you were going to be just a new girl in town. A good christian girl.

You were dressed up in a flowy, lacy white dress. It was delicate, and sweet, and pure. You had added some frilly socks and a pair of mary janes. Your hair was wavy and long, falling over your eyes as you looked down at your hands when Sam was handed the communion wafers. There was a dainty chain around your neck, the silver crucifix almost burning where it touched your chest. 

You feel a sense of disappointment when the pastor asks for the communal hosts back. You kind of wished he had made Sam direct the Eucharist. You imagined yourself, walking to the altar to receive communion like a good girl, kneeling in front of Sam. You imagined blinking your big eyes up at him, parting your pouty lips softly, letting him place the host in your tongue. Maybe his fingers would brush against your lips, maybe he’d let his thumb press down on your tongue, making sure you’re receiving The Body of Christ correctly. 

You look up quickly when the pastor announces in a loud voice that Mass would start soon. He invites anyone who wants to confess to do it now, so they can be ready for the Eucharist. The pastor looks down at you, having noticed how his sudden words echoing all around the church had startled you. Your hands were folded as they rested on your lap, and your eyes were so focused on the floor under your feet that they looked closed. He thought you were praying. He smiles at you with kindness, almost as if admiring how you were nothing but a sweet little lamb, so devoted to your faith and so easily frightened.

Oh, if he only knew.

Before the shame and something else you refused to name wash down your spine, someone stands up behind you. The lady, her shoulders hunched and her eyes red, walks directly into the confessional. You and Sam seem to realize at the exact same time who she is. The widowed wife of one of the victims. You watch as your boyfriend quickly walks into the confessional, his big frame squeezing into the priest's compartment. 

The door quickly closes, but not before you can admire Sam’s face, beautiful as ever, being covered by geometric lines that criss-cross his face, the shadows created by the small window in the wooden panel that separates him from the woman. 

Dean comes over to you to give you a quick rundown on all the information they had gathered. Which is to say, not much. You had to admit that Dean also looked good in the costume, but not as good as Sam. But to be fair, you were a little biased. The older Winchester tells you about how he met one of the victims’ daughter, a young woman that was very distressed and asked him if he would want to come pray with her at her house.

You throw Dean a look of disbelief.

“Seriously, Dean? The mourning daughter?”

“We’re just going to pray! You know, a little guided spirituality to heal the heart.”

“Recite one prayer you know, right now.”

Silence. Utter and definitive silence. 

You sigh, rolling your eyes as Dean gives you a wink and leaves the church, that classic mischievous smirk on his face. 

How does he always get so lucky?

Your thoughts are interrupted when the woman in the confessional quickly walks out of her compartment, but the other door stays closed. 

An idea crosses your mind, but it is crazy. It is insane, and dangerous, and sacrilegious.

It takes you about five seconds to get up and walk into the confessional. 

“Hello, father.” You whisper, hands balled into fists in your lap. 

Sam says your name, confused. “What are you doing?” 

You take the courage to turn to him, and you end up breathless. It was quite stuffy inside the confessional, the smell of wood and velvet from the curtains overbearing. It reminds you of Sunday Mass, and Catholic school, and it makes heat pool in your stomach. You can barely see his face through the dumb window, but for what you could see, this was going to stay engraved in your mind forever.

“I’m here to confess, Father.” Your voice is soft and innocent, but there was a slight smirk on your face that made Sam blink quickly, looking completely lost.

“What-”

You don’t let him finish. “The pastor said to confess before Mass, and I’m just following his orders like a good girl.”

That makes Sam choke on his next breath. He looks at you through the grille, but there is something creeping in around his eyes. Lust.

If I wasn’t going to hell before, I am now.

Sam says your name again, but this time there is a strain on his voice. 

“Y-you come to confess?” You could tell he was trying to follow your lead, to play the role you so desperately wanted him to, and in between all the desire, you feel a wave of love for your boyfriend hit you. 

Hell, you were going to kiss him so hard after this.

“Yes, Father.” You whisper, eyes low and focused on your hands. Your voice was small, pure. You were just playing the role Sam and Dean assigned you, after all. “I’ve been bad, Father. I need to be redeemed.”

“I am sure I can help with that.” Sam’s voice still sounds slightly strained, but there was something different. It was the same voice he used when talking to the victim’s families or when he was forced to greet the morning Mass earlier today. Calm, velvety, but with a hint of authority. Of power.

“I am here to help you find peace,...” He almost says your name, but quickly corrects himself. “Tell me about your sins, and I will guide you in how to repent."

You press your thighs together, biting your lip in the darkness of the confessional. You still don’t face Sam, but you can feel his eyes on you. 

“I- I’ve been having sinful thoughts, Father.” You whisper, voice wavery and full of shame. Damn, maybe you should’ve been an actress. 

You hear Sam swallow harshly in the quiet, small box you were both in. No sounds were filtering in, which made you wonder if they would filter out.

“So you’ve been a bad girl, hm?” His voice is so deep, so rumbling. You were sure your panties were already soaked through. “You look so innocent, though.” Sam sounds almost disappointed, and it makes you squirm. “Tell me about them, you little lamb.”

“I’ve been possessed by lust, Father.” You confess, and you have to bite back a smirk when Sam lets out a shaky breath. “I just- there’s this guy, and we’re dating. He’s tall and big and handsome.”

“Sounds like quite the catch.” You can hear Sam’s smile in his words, and it makes you smile too. 

“He is, yeah.” You giggle, but quickly get back into your role. It wasn’t every day that you got an opportunity like this, and you were going to take it. “But when I look at him, father. I just- I feel… things.”

“What kind of things, little lamb?” He asks, back in his priest voice.

“I- I want him to do things to me, Father. Things I shouldn’t want. Things that are not of God.” You murmur, thighs pressing together with more strength.

Sam stays quiet for just a second, breathing heaving. Maybe you weren’t the only one into this. 

“That’s- that’s bad, little lamb.” He declares, when he finally gets a grasp on himself again. “Remember, you must confess everything to get redemption in the eyes of the lord.”

“I- I’ve done things too.” You confess in a small voice. “I’ve touched myself, Father. I just get so… so-” Your cross your legs, the ache on your lower half almost unbearable. “So wet and hot and I just… I fall into temptation.”

Sam’s breath is ragged by now, and you can’t really see his face, but you know what he must look like. 

“You’re quite the naughty one, aren't you?” He murmurs, voice hoarse. He leans closer to the grille, his voice almost in your ear. 

You lick your lips slowly, nodding even if he can’t see you.

“Yes, Father. Please, help me to be pure again.” Your hand moves from where it was gripping your own thigh and starts to run along the outline of the window that separated you from sam. This one was quite big, it went from over the top of your heads until a few inches away from the ground. It was enough. “I will do anything to be holy again.”

You had learned a thing or two in catholic school, and… you found it. The lock that kept the grille closed, but that could be opened when the priest and the penitent wanted to “talk face to face.” You think the situation is deserving

“Will you, now?” Sam, who was often collected and calm, always in control of his impulses, sounded wrecked. “Your sins are grave, little lamb.” He murmurs. “But lucky for you, the Lord wants me to be merciful to you.”

You swallow harshly, hands wrapping around the lock of the grille. You wanted Sam, you needed him. You had never felt hornier in your whole life.

“Please, Father.” Your voice is almost unrecognizable, whiny and pleasing. “Save me from sin, please.”

“Fuck.” You hear him mutter under his breath. 

I just made a man of the lord swear. 

Obviously, you knew Sam wasn’t really a man of God, and he swore like a trucker, but all your mind could think of was the clerical collar around his neck. 

“If you want me to purify you, you’re going to have to follow my every word. You’re going to let me do what I need to do for this cleansing, do you understand, little lamb?”

That was the last straw. 

You quickly unlock the window and pull it until it hits the door of your compartment. 

There he was, Sam with his hair slicked back, a few rebellious strands falling into his eyes. He was sitting in the little bench of the confessional, eyes a little wild and breath heavy. 

And a big bulge in his pants.

As soon as the grille hits the door of the confessional, Sam stands up, his head almost hitting the top of the cramped wood box you two were in. 

“What the fuck?” 

Before he can say anything else, you kneel down, still on your side of the confessional. Your knees hit the few inches of wood that still separated the two of you, but didn’t mind. And finally, you were there, surrounded by the smell of wood, velvet, and Sam. 

You look up at him through your lashes, eyes big and innocent. Your hands were carefully placed on your lap and your thighs pressed together where they were visible, your little white dress riling up your legs, the lace border contrasting against the dark flooring of the confessional.

“I’ll do whatever it takes, Father.” You lick your lips slowly, mastering the look of naivety and fear in your eyes. “Purify me.”

“This is blasphemy.” Sam chokes out, but he still takes a step closer to you, standing right at the edge too. Like this, your face is right in front of his crotch. Your mouth waters.

“Since your sins are so… deeply rooted,” His hand reaches down to you, but he doesn't touch you. His hand hovers over the top of your head, down to your cheek. “I will have to use some unconventional methods.”

His hand brushes your neck, and you think he was going to brush your hair behind your shoulder, maybe even grip your chin and make you look at him. 

Instead, Sam hooks a finger on the cross necklace around your neck and pulls you closer. 

You don't recognize the sound that comes out of your mouth. The back of the chain digs into the soft skin of your neck, and when he lets go of the necklace, the cross falls back against the skin of your collarbones. 

“You know what you have to do, don’t you?” he says gently, slightly condescending. His hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over your lower lip.

You nod, almost in a trance, and your lips part slightly. San presses his thumb inside your mouth, and you immediately wrap your lips around him. You suck softly on his finger, eyes never leaving his.

“Jesus, you were made for this.” He breathes out, thumb pressing down on your tongue.

He moves his hand away, and with a little whine, you lean forward until your face is pressed to his clothed cock. 

This was all your idea, and you had loved to watch as Sam’s control slipped as you talked dirty. But right now, you couldn’t come up with anything to say. The hard wood pressing against your knees, the cross burning around your neck, Sam’s words, it was too much. You were getting hazy, and all you could think of was your boyfriend.

You open your mouth and press your tongue over Sam’s bulge over his pants. He hisses, still looking down at you. Almost desperately, you reach out and unbuckle his belt. You pull the clothing piece low enough that you had access to his aching cock, covered by his boxers and big. 

You mouth at him over the fabric, little kitten licks over the bulge, soaking the fabric with spit. 

“Come on, little lamb.” He murmurs, voice strained and breathy. “Show me how penitent you are.”

You pull down the fabric of his boxers until his cock sprang free. It curved up against his stomach, a little dark and huge. 

Spit pools in your mouth at the sight. It didn’t matter how many times you saw your boyfriend’s dick, it was a religious experience every time. 

Especially this time.

A whiny little sound comes out of the back of your throat, and you immediately lean forward. 

You lick up the shaft, from the base to the tip. You savor every vein under your tongue, relish on the little choked gasp Sam makes. You continue to give kitten licks all over his cock, almost reverently. 

“Yeah, just like that.” Sam whispers under his breath, and you finally wrap your lips around his tip, bulbous and angry red. His head drops back and it hits the wall of the confessional with a loud bang. “Good girl.” 

You whimper around Sam, the vibrations making him moan as low as he can, not wanting to get caught. You suck on the tip gently, tongue sliding over the slit, tasting his precum in your tongue.

You moan again at the taste. You loved it.

Slowly, you move your head down, taking more and more of him as you go. Sam moves one hand into your hair, not pushing down but pulling at the roots gently. You suck a little harder, tongue pressing against a particularly pronounced vein. He pulls harder, so hard it makes you move one hand from where it rested on your knee to press it against your pussy. 

Soon, you’ve taken all of Sam. He was nestled against the back of your throat, your lips stretched and puffy. You stay still for just a second, giving you throat time to accommodate as it contracts around his length. Sam’s chest rises and falls quickly, his eyes shutting close for just a second before his eyes return to you. 

“You’re sinful.” He chokes out, pulling on your hair, trying to get you to move. 

And you do. You move your head back until only the tip is in between your lips, and then sink back down. 

Your knees ache from where they press against the hard, cold wood. They will probably bruise, and you couldn’t wait for it. Sam continues to suppress moans and groans as you continue to move your head. You don’t use your hands, you let your mouth do all the work. 

You swallow around Sam when he hits particularly deep inside your mouth, and it has him whimpering. Oh, you need to hear that again.

You lean back, catching your breath for a moment. Sam fists his cock and rubs it on your lips, leaving them glistening with your own spit and his precum. 

“Am I doing it right, Father?” You have half the mind to continue your little roleplay, and it is worthy when Sam’s eyes shut down and his fist tightens around himself. 

“Fuck. Yes, darling. You’re perfect. So good for me, so… devoted.”

You lean forward again, swallowing him down. This time, he uses the grasp on you hair to hold you still and starts to fuck your mouth.

He couldn't move much in the small space of the confessional, but his hips piston as his cock hits the back of your throat again, and again, and again. 

Your hand presses down into your pussy harder, a wet patch staining your panties where you were soaked through. You press on your clit as Sam’s thrusts quicken.

“Fuck, yeah. So good for me, such a good girl.” He was clearly close, his glassy eyes focused on you, his voice wrecked as he babbled a little. “So- mmph, so desperate to be pure, to be good.”

As Sam approaches his orgasm, you double down on your efforts. You circle him with your tongue, contract the walls of your throat around him, let your moans vibrate through him every time you press your hand a little harder against yourself. 

“Come on, Father.” You say, leaning back until your lips brushed his tip with every word. “Let me please you. Give it to me.”

Sam’s grip on your hair tightens when you sink back down on him. His thrusts become sloppy and discoordinated. He was a whimpering, groaning mess. 

Finally, with one last thrust that left him settled deep in your throat, Sam comes with a shudder. His shoulders shake, and his head drops back, leaving you with a very clear sight of the clerical collar still around his neck, white fabric against flushed and sweaty skin. 

The image makes you shiver as your fingers press more firmly against your clit, drawing desperate circles over the fabric of your panties. When the first rope of cum hits your tongue, you feel your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Your loud moan is only silenced by the cock still in your mouth, but it causes Sam to shake with overstimulation. 

“Swallow.” He demands, and wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.

You stay there, suckling on his softening length as he comes, almost moaning at the glorious taste of your boyfriend. Your head is hazy with the situation and your own orgasm, and Sam has to practically peel you away from him. You whine as he slips out of your mouth, the last bit of cum landing over your lips. 

“Sorry, pretty girl, but I need a break.” Sam says gently, with his normal voice. 

You look up at him, still kneeling down in the confessional. His breathing was already ragged, but his chest hitches at the sight of you. 

Your eyes were glossy and wide, cheeks flushed, and lips puffy, glistening with spit and his cum. You swallow whatever was in your mouth and slowly lick your lips, tongue swiping up all of his release. He groans, head dropping forward. 

“You’ll be the death of me, you little vixen.” He rubs a hand over his face, and you struggle to stand up. Your legs were shaky from your orgasm and your knees were sore from kneeling. 

You had never felt better. 

Sam quickly notices you struggling and grabs your waist, helping you stand up and holding you carefully against his chest. 

“I can't believe I got you to do that.” You whisper, biting your lip as a sense of embarrassment and adrenaline washed down your back at what you had done.

Sam snorts. “I can’t believe it either.” He huffs, looking at you with that warmth and sweetness you loved so much. His hair was even messier now and his lips were raw from biting back sounds. 

Your hand moves up to fidget with his collar, fingers brushing against his skin, and you feel yourself getting worked up again.

“Don’t even think about it, you insatiable little thing.” Sam’s hand wraps around yours and pulls it away. You look at him and pout, which only makes him laugh and press a peck to your lips. “Who would’ve guessed you were so freaky.”

Sam’s teasing makes you blush furiously, and you take a step back from him. It is his time to pout, but he is way too big to be able to reach past the little window opening. You giggle at his dejected face, and after fixing your hair and dress, and making sure there wasn't spit or cum on your chin, you lean over to press a chaste kiss on his lips. 

“Dean is ‘interviewing’ one of the victims’ daughters.” You inform him, pressing your hands to your cheeks to try and dissipate the blush.

“Is that what kids are calling it nowadays?” Sam jokes, crossing his arms. It made his chest look even bigger, and you need to physically restrain yourself from leaning in and taking a bite off his bicep.

“Apparently.” You shake your head. “You need to wait until Mass ends and then meet us at the motel. If Dean is back by then, we’ll debrief all the information we’ve got.” You lean forward once again, squeezing past the little opening until your nose brushes Sam’s. “If he’s not back yet, then I will be waiting for you in our room.” You press another kiss to his lips, this time a little more lingering. “Make sure to bring the priest outfit with you.”

Before Sam can even say anything, you grab the grille and close it again. You make sure to lock it, and walk out of the confessionary as quietly and carefully as you can when your legs are still a little shaky. You slip out the small wooden box, not before hearing Sam’s almost pained groan. 

Thankfully, everyone was still focused on Mass, so no one paid attention to you. You slip out of the church and walk back to the motel, still in disbelief that you and Sam got away with something like that.

The next day, when the pastor asks you why your knees are bruised badly, you can’t help but smirk as Sam blushes behind him.

“Just prayed a little too hard, sir.”

NOTES: I can't tell if this is terrible or not. Here it is anyways.

[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟ Stray Kids react → you declaring yourself to them ˚₊· ꒰🌿꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊ members' reaction when you declare yourself to them.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊ot8¡ x non/idol!fem¡reader

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊cute, comfort, friends to lovers.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊none, just cute stray kids stuff.

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊4,1k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊I'm really addicted to writing skz compilations ;) In some parts the reader is not an idol, I ended up getting excited and forgot about the plot haha remembering that English is not my first language! I apologize in advance if there are any spelling and/or grammatical errors. Enjoy reading - feedback is appreciated. ^-^

⊹₊˚ʚ❛masterlist❜ɞ

ᥫ᭡ ˖ 𖥔 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 ... 𖥔

・✦ You became trainees at the same time and that's when you met and got closer.

・✦ He would sneak food in for you, given the strict diet the company forced you to follow, and you couldn't be more grateful to him.

・✦ the care and zeal he has for you captivated you and strengthened your relationship even after both of your debuts.

・✦ You debuted solo and he couldn't be more proud, always supporting you even when he was busy with the group's busy schedule.

・✦ Some time after your great success as a solo artist, some acquaintances from high school attacked you on social media, creating a situation claiming that you were bullying some of them.

・✦ You got really upset with all the hate and false claims and it all got worse when the company forced you to go on hiatus.

・✦ Chan, being the cutest and most understanding person you knew, was by your side comforting you and whispering comforting words in your ear while wrapping you in a hug.

・✦ Perhaps because of the heat of the moment or adrenaline, you unconsciously let out the three most comforting and perhaps feared words for many people.

・✦ He was in shock for a few seconds and his breathing hitched when he felt the caress he was giving his head stop.

・✦ He pushed you away and looked into your eyes to see if he had heard correctly, still in disbelief about the words he had previously said and even more shocked about his future ones.

・✦ "I have always loved you. I can't hide my feelings that I have felt for so long. You have always been by my side and I never had the opportunity to be clear with you, so… thank you. For supporting me and for everything you've done for me in general."

・✦ After his sincerity it was her turn to be shocked when she felt his soft lips join hers.

・��� he loved you too.

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ᥫ᭡ ˖ 𖥔 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 ... 𖥔

・✦ You are childhood best friends where you have established an intimate and somewhat fun relationship. You have always teased each other a little but clearly with affection - even if it doesn't seem like it.

・✦ You debuted a year after him, following him closely and both supporting each other in moments of so much pressure.

・✦ It all happened when you were backstage at the first Stray Kids awards. You were in the front row to see up close the achievement of the boys who were still so young and evolving so quickly.

・✦ When it was all over, you didn't even wait for him to move away from the boys to jump into his arms. He held you, a sweet laugh escaping his lips at the feeling of ecstasy and happiness.

・✦ you hugged him tightly and pulled away, looking at him with a sincere smile and a loving sparkle in your eyes, your heart almost jumping out of your chest with pride.

・✦ "I'm so proud of you I could kiss you!" He looked at you in shock, a playful smile on his lips. "What did you say?" "Minho, just-" he came dangerously close and whispered close to her face, his warm breath making her stomach feel strange. "You can."

・✦ Adrenaline took over you and before you knew it you were kissing your childhood best friend deeply and passionately.

・✦ You didn't know what your relationship would be like from now on, but you were sure it was worth a try.

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ᥫ᭡ ˖ 𖥔 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍 ... 𖥔

・✦ You met through your parents who had a professional partnership that sparked a friendship, consequently causing Changbin and you to get together.

・✦ You are two years younger than him, so when you both decided to become idols together, he ended up entering first - at your parents' request.

・✦ You were from different companies, but that didn't divide you, in fact it helped to avoid future possible rumors.

・✦ you would constantly visit each other in the dorms for movie nights or go out really late, going to the nearest convenience store to try different flavors of ramen while telling each other about their day.

・✦ you constantly helped each other with health issues, always asking each other about food and if they were keeping up with an exercise routine, where he convinced her to train with him and he wouldn't accept any other answer than yes.

・✦ But the time you enjoyed spending together the most was during your free time, when you could visit your parents together.

・✦ On one of those occasions, you were responsible for taking care of your younger sister while your parents were away and he accepted the task along with you.

・✦ She is small but very energetic, so it was a somewhat complicated task. Changbin had a way with kids, so he had some super cute moments with her, making you wonder if your sister liked you or him more.

・✦ You were cutting fruit on the kitchen counter while watching Changbin play with the girl.

・✦ Smiling, you take the bowls of fruit into the living room as you sit down next to them. You let out a laugh when you see your sister snort at having to move away from Changbin to eat.

・✦ "You have a way with kids. I think you'll be a good father." You whisper softly next to Changbin, who almost choked on the comment. He looks at you perplexed with an unconscious smile on his face.

・✦ "do you think? I mean, I really like kids, so…" He looks dreamily at his sister and you can't ignore the butterflies in your stomach that insist on appearing whenever you're around him.

・✦ "I'm sure your future wife will be very lucky. You are handsome, affectionate, intelligent, funny... I bet she'll love it so much." You laugh, biting into your fruit, not realizing the effect you had on Changbin.

・✦ "What- what did you say?" You're both silent for a while as you ponder your response. Sighing, you slowly observe his reaction, "Honestly?... I would like to be that future wife. I like you, Changbin. I don't think I was lying when I said I would love you very much." He coughs, choking on a piece of apple. You despair, helping him to choke. With wide eyes in surprise, he holds your shoulders and looks you straight in the eyes.

・✦ "You're kidding, aren't you?"

・✦ "... No, I'm not, Changbin. I really like you." He leaned over and wrapped her in a hug, his sister just staring blankly.

・✦ He also dreams of having children with you.

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ᥫ᭡ ˖ 𖥔 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 ... 𖥔

・✦ you meet when you bump into each other at a cafe near his company.

・✦ He had just debuted as an idol, so he wasn't that well-known on the street yet, but you recognized him.

・✦ You were the first person who recognized him and he was very happy that the first fan who recognized him was a girl as beautiful as you.

・✦ It turned out that you often showed up at this cafe to study to get into college and he ended up becoming friends with you.

・✦ he felt like you were an angel sent by destiny to be his lifeline, supporting him in everything he did and always giving the best advice for his own good, as well as being present in both the happiest and most difficult moments of his life.

・✦ he didn't know how to express his enormous gratitude, so he just reciprocated the actions by being with you in the time of pressure before and during college, celebrating your entry with you and always taking you out to distract your mind whenever he could.

・✦ and things changed between you during one of these walks. There was a flower festival that happened once a year that you were extremely excited to go to. You planned the trip for weeks and he couldn't say no.

・✦ The festival went on from afternoon to night, so you were able to watch the sunset together amidst the lilies he insisted on giving you as a gift.

・✦ you rested your head on his shoulder as you sat on a wooden bench in a place that allowed a beautiful view of the horizon.

・✦ "I wish time would stop right here, I wish I could stay with you like this forever." Hyunjin felt his ears heat up, petting his hair in response. "Me too. It was an amazing day, yes."

・✦ you stared at him deeply and he looked back, trying to read your expression. Immersed in desire and passion, you hold the back of his neck, leaning in for a soft kiss, your lips barely touching as you touch him.

・✦ perplexed, he widened his eyes, still a little scared, but returning the kiss in a more intense way, his hands unconsciously going towards her waist.

・✦ pulling away with your lips parted from the lack of air, you rest your forehead against his, a happy laugh leaving your lips.

・✦ "I'm glad you didn't push me" Still a little disoriented, Hyunjin laughs at your silly comment, longing for more of your lips on his.

・✦ "never." He leans in again, captivating her lips affectionately.

❪ ε ї з ❫

ᥫ᭡ ˖ 𖥔 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 ... 𖥔

・✦ the way they met was actually a bit chaotic. You were running through the company's corridors, late again for another rehearsal, when you bumped into Jisung, spilling the coffee he had in his hands all over herself.

・✦ He became desperate, apologizing as if it was all his fault for not looking forward. In the midst of despair, you could only laugh and without understanding anything he accompanied you laughing, even though he had a desperate look on his face, thinking you wanted to kill him.

・✦ The following week he came to you with a new sweatshirt in hand and you were enchanted by how sweet and thoughtful he was. In return, you bought the coffee that spilled from his hands with a cute note apologizing and thanking him for the sweatshirt.

・✦ After that, your friendship began with the ritual of buying each other coffee with a cute note asking about their day or a motivational phrase.

・✦ During a Stray Kids performance, you were in the front row happily cheering for the group's next achievement. When the performance was over, you gave them a standing ovation and didn't miss the wink Jisung threw your way, making you smile.

・✦ Three days later you were surprised when the media linked Jisung to you, making thousands of theories about both of you being together. You were heavily criticized and received a lot of hate from people who claimed to be "stays", causing you to step away for a short period of time.

・✦ a week later, Jisung was in front of your apartment and when you realized it you were already crying in his arms on the couch in your apartment.

・✦ he kisses the top of your head, speaking comforting words into your ear. You sighed tiredly, stood up and wiped your tears, staring at him for a few seconds before speaking.

・✦ "... I just don't understand." Her voice was almost a whisper and he listened intently to every word that came out of her mouth. "Would it be so bad if we were dating? What have I done to these people?" You bring your hands to your eyes, sobbing once more. He wraps his arms around her again, resting his chin on her head.

・✦ "They don't understand. And don't worry, it's not like we have anything to hide."

・✦ "what if we did?" You whispered, your words hanging in the air as he made a confused face. "What do you mean?"

・✦ "Would it be so bad if we were in a relationship? What if I wanted that?" You gather your courage and face him defiantly.

・✦ "... what-"

・✦ "I like you, Jisung. I don't care what anyone says, what bothers me is that you're so oblivious to it. I want you. I need you."

・✦ He looks at her scared, immersed in his thoughts. It doesn’t last long until he smiles and leans in to kiss you deeply, wanting this for so long his bones could ache.

・✦ He didn't see a problem with that either.

❪ ε ї з ❫

ᥫ᭡ ˖ 𖥔 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 ... 𖥔

・✦ You were the first person to greet him at school when he moved to Korea.

・✦ He was in a confusing phase for himself, still discovering his passions and talents and you were the only one who understood him and waited for him in his time, always being by his side in difficulties.

・✦ People compared you to a ray of sunshine, but for him, you were the light that provided a way out in his darkest moments.

・✦ As time went by, he debuted as an idol and you followed the career you wanted, becoming an interior designer specializing in landscaping.

・✦ You loved everything related to nature and he was no different, loving to travel to places with the best views, always remembering you in the most memorable memories for him.

・✦ During the boys' comeback, Felix was working hard day and night, always bringing out the best in his performances and never letting anything down.

・✦ one of his shows was cancelled due to problems at the venue where they were going to perform and after weeks of tiredness he would finally have at least one day off.

・✦ Taking advantage of the opportunity, you invited him to go to the beach, since you both loved it and hadn't gone out for a long time due to your busy schedule.

・✦ the ride was fun from start to finish and you were hyperventilating over little things like you sharing headphones during the car ride or how he was concerned about whether you were staying hydrated and wearing sunscreen.

・✦ After a whole day of playing in the water, you sat side by side to watch the sunset. Your shoulders were touching and you didn't miss the way your hands were so close, yet still untouchable.

・✦ you watched as the bright orange hue reflected off the blond strands of Felix's hair, looking peaceful as if the breeze took away all his worries and tensions.

・✦ "You're beautiful." His voice came out as a whisper and you knew you couldn't stop talking from now on, "I feel more relaxed when I'm with you. I don't think I need to come to the beach all the time if I already have my daily ray of sunshine."

・✦ Felix looks at her with a genuine smile and you could see the affection through his irises. "Thank you for bringing me here, Y/n. Thank you for everything really." With a smile you slowly lean in and Felix could only close his eyes. Gently your lips connected and you could still feel the mixture of your sweet lips with the salty sea water. He still a little hesitantly holds her waist, bringing her almost impossibly closer.

・✦ moving away but still close to his face, you spoke softly, like a secret now revealed, "I love you. I always have. I'm in love with you and I'm sure it's because you're the easiest person to love."

・✦ Surprised and excited, Felix places a kiss on her cheek and then rests his head on her shoulder.

・✦ "It would be impossible for me not to reciprocate the feelings."

❪ ε ї з ❫

ᥫ᭡ ˖ 𖥔 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 ... 𖥔

・✦ the way they met was too cute and Seungmin would never confess - even if you commented on it.

・✦ Even in his pre-debut, Seungmin has always been the schematic and methodical type. He had a routine of going to the gym three times a week at a specific time and, coincidentally, he passed by the same square where you used to sit to read a book.

・✦ At first he just ignored you there, but after strangely noticing your long hair, or the cute way you wrinkled your nose when you read something that caught his attention, or when he randomly closed the book to "absorb" what was written there, he thought that maybe it would be interesting to know more about you.

・✦ He was never the intellectual reading type, but he thought that to impress a female reader, it would be good to have a little literary knowledge. When buying a book in a bookstore near the square, he discovered that his parents owned the establishment, and he was overcome with excitement.

・✦ He started to constantly visit the place to see you and in the end it was you who started talking to him and that's where your friendship began.

・✦ Even after his debut you remained firm and strong by his side, even though he couldn't often attend your little reading sessions where you read in silence just enjoying each other's company.

・✦ Over time, Stray Kids became increasingly popular, not only in Korea, but in many places around the world. That said, the group's first world tour was approaching and everyone was nervous. Seungmin became more and more distant as the week progressed as it was time to prepare for his world debut.

・✦ the day before the trip, you showed up at the door of his and the boys' dorm, sending a message as soon as you got there. He replied a few minutes later, saying he would be late at the company.

・✦ You were very frustrated because you didn't know if you would be able to say goodbye to him, since six months away without being able to see Seungmin was a long time for both of you. You leave the book you were going to give Seungmin as a gift at the dorm door, leaving immediately.

・✦ a little after midnight, you hear your phone vibrate on the nightstand, seungmin’s name flashing on the screen. You answer, completely concerned as to why he's calling so late.

・✦ He asks you to answer the door and without further contradiction you practically run to open the door.

・✦ Still sleepy, you almost fall with the impact of the hug that Seungmin gives you. He wraps his arms around you in an almost desperate way, wishing he couldn't let go of you anymore.

・✦ “Is it true? Did you really mean that?”

・✦ completely confused, your mind seems to want to play a trick on you, making you forget the moment that happened earlier, where you left the book with a dedication to Seungmin inside.

・✦ he breaks the hug, showing the book that had been in his hands all this time. 'Welcome to Hyunam-dong Bookstore' was no longer in its original gift packaging, a yellow post-it was stuck to the inside of the cover, which said: “I hope you enjoy this reading as much as I enjoyed the moments I had with you. I love you, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy you.”

・✦ your eyes widened in utter surprise. You thought you might not be able to say goodbye to him in person, So he wrote this note in the heat of the moment, almost afraid that this trip might separate you two.

・✦ “Minnie… I’m sorry. This may sound wrong, but… I really like you. Ever since I met you… s-since forever, I think…”

・✦ His words are a bit disjointed and low, but the only reaction Seungmin had was to gently hold his face and do what he had always wanted since that day in the square: kiss her without guilt or resentment.

❪ ε ї з ❫

ᥫ᭡ ˖ 𖥔 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍 ... 𖥔

・✦ JYP was not an unfamiliar environment for you. Your older sister, a third-generation K-pop idol, often invited you to watch her train.

・✦ The JYP halls were a familiar environment for you and this gave you the opportunity to meet many famous people. And Jeongin was one of them.

・✦ At first, you would just exchange a few nods or a quick “good morning.” However, one day when you had to wait patiently for your sister in the cafeteria area, Jeongin saw you sitting alone.

・✦ He was surprised at himself, since he had promised himself not to make friends during his trainee days, due to the fact that people came and went easily. But you had a different aura to him.

・✦ time passed, he debuted and you stayed with him. Jeongin didn't regret talking to you that day, because from then on you were the one who supported him through the most difficult moments during the beginning of his career.

・✦ You saw Jeongin as an escape from all the problems of your day to day life. No matter the situation, just seeing his face, with that cute dimpled smile, the tension in your body would go away.

・✦ Spending time with him was comfortable and became incredibly familiar. You became an important part of Jeongin's life, and vice versa. The boys were happy to know that there was someone to brighten their youngest member's darkest days.

・✦ After a few years of friendship, the Stray Kids dorm had become an almost routine environment for you. One Friday, Jeongin invited you to join the boys' movie night.

・✦ You quickly got ready, stopping by the convenience store before walking to the dorms since it wasn't that far from your house.

・✦ you felt your cell phone vibrate as you walked down the sidewalk with some very full bags in your hand. You tried to get the cell phone out of your pocket, However, because of the piled up bags, he ended up falling on the sidewalk.

・✦ Without thinking twice, you quickly bent down to pick it up, not noticing the electric bike that was quickly coming towards you. It all happened so fast that you could say it was like a quick dream (or nightmare), like the kind you have when you take a short nap.

・✦ you were thrown away and the bike ended up running over your ankle, dislocating it. You ended up passing out from the pain on your way to the hospital, in the ambulance that the cyclist called to help you.

・✦ You woke up a few hours later, the light reflecting off the white walls of the hospital room hitting your eyes hard, making you squint.

・✦ you felt soft threads near your hand, and as soon as you regained some consciousness, you realized that Jeongin was lying next to you in a completely uncomfortable position. It didn't take him long to wake up, looking a little desperate as he did so.

・✦ “thank god! I- I thought… Y/n…”

・✦ Jeongin's eyes filled with tears and the words were a little stuck in his throat. “If I hadn't called you at that time, none of this would have happened... a man ended up answering his phone and told me what had happened. Forgive me, S/n.”

・✦ his words were still a little distorted because of the effect of the drug, where you were barely assimilating what was happening.

・✦ With a smile, you wipe Jeongin's tears gently. “I was so scared… scared of losing you. It could have happened because of a bike, but it could have been worse-”

・✦ “Don't do that. If you keep crying because of me, it'll make me fall in love with you even more.”

・✦ Jeongin was paralyzed by his slurred, barely audible words. He whispered a “what?” under his breath, his heart racing with even more disconcerting thoughts.

・✦ He stayed in the same position for a few seconds, long enough to make you fall back asleep. He kissed your forehead affectionately as he pulled away..

・✦ “I hope you remember your words when you wake up.”

[writingwithcolor]

Not all Second-Language Speakers are Made Equal.

@waltzshouldbewriting asked:

Hello! I’m writing a story that features a character who’s first language is not English. He’s East African, specifically from Nairobi, Kenya, and is pretty fluent in English but it’s not his primary language, and he grew up speaking Swahili first. I’m struggling to figure out if it’s appropriate or in character to show him forgetting English words or grammar. From what I’ve researched, English is commonly spoken in Nairobi, but it wouldn’t be what was most spoken in his home. For context, this is an action/superhero type story, so he (and other characters) are often getting tired, stressed, and emotional. He also speaks more than two languages, so it makes sense to me that it would be easier to get confused, especially in a language that wasn’t his first. But I’m worried about ending up into stereotypes or tropes. For additional context: I’m monolingual, I’ve tried to learn a second language and it’s hard. A lot of how I’m approaching this comes from my own challenges correctly speaking my own, first and only language.

Diversity in Second-Language English

You seem to have an underlying assumption that second language acquisition happens the same for everyone. 

The way your character speaks English depends on so many unknown factors: 

Where does your story take place? You mention other characters; are they also Kenyan, or are they all from different countries?

Assuming the setting is not Kenya, is English the dominant language of your setting? 

How long has your character lived in Kenya vs. where he is now? 

What are his parents’ occupations? 

What level of schooling did he reach in Nairobi before emigrating? 

What type of school(s) did he go to, public or private? Private is more likely than you think. 

Did his schooling follow the national curriculum structure or a British one? Depends on school type and time period. 

Does he have familiarity with Kenyan English, or only the British English taught in school? 

Is this a contemporary setting with internet and social media?

I bring up this list not with the expectation that you should have had all of this in your ask, but to show you that second language acquisition of English, postcolonial global English acquisition in particular, is complex. 

My wording is also intentional: the way your character speaks English. To me, exploring how his background affects what his English specifically looks like is far more culturally interesting to me than deciding whether it makes him Good or Bad at the language. 

L2 Acquisition and Fluency

But let’s talk about fluency anyway: how expressive the individual is in this language, and adherence to fundamental structural rules of the language.

Fun fact: Japanese is my first language. The language I’m more fluent in today? English. Don’t assume that an ESL individual will be less fluent in English compared to their L1 counterparts on the basis that 1) it’s their second language, or 2) they don’t speak English at home. 

There’s even a word for this—circumstantial bilingualism, where a second language is acquired by necessity due to an individual’s environment. The mechanisms of learning and outcomes are completely different. 

You said you tried learning a second language and it was hard. You cannot compare circumstantial bilingualism to a monolingual speaker’s attempts to electively learn a second language. 

Motivations?

I understand that your motivation for giving this character difficulties with English is your own personal experience. However, there are completely different social factors at play.

The judgments made towards a native speaker forgetting words or using grammar differently are rooted in ableism and classism (that the speaker must be poor, uneducated, or unintelligent). That alone is a hefty subject to cover. And I trust you to be able to cover that!

But on top of that, for a second language speaker, it’s racism and xenophobia, which often lend themselves to their own ableist or classist assumptions (that those of the speaker’s race/ethnicity must be collectively unintelligent, that they are uneducated or low class due to the occupations where they could find work, or conversely that they are snobby and isolationist and can't be bothered to learn a new language). Intersections, intersections.

If you want to explore your experiences in your writing, give a monolingual English speaker in your cast a learning disability or some other difficulty learning language, whatever you most relate with. And sure, multilingual folks can occasionally forget words like anyone else does, or think of a word in one language and take a second to come up with it in the other language. But do not assume that multilinguals, immigrants, or multiethnic individuals inherently struggle with English or with multiple languages just because you do.

~ Rina

[colorfulrook]

(Y/n) laid in the cold, damp cell, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows across the cave walls. The air was thick with the stench of decay, a constant reminder of the Plague Monarch’s cruelty.

She didn't know what she wanted or why she was needed alive. Days began to blend together as Querehsha subjected her to torture. Poison was fed to her daily while masked women with insect-like features scribbled on her body in a language she didn’t understand. The first time it happened, she flailed wildly, horrified to see that the ink was absorbed into her skin.

The hunter knew that running away now was nearly impossible. Her party had been slaughtered, and although they were not as strong as her, they were still a force not to be taken lightly as a whole. So, she did what she thought was best: she shut up and bided her time.

"I'm not dead," she mumbled, her throat hoarse from the poison. She was not dead, and that was enough for her, because it meant she could help Jinwoo find her. If she did her calculations correctly, she knew that one week must have passed in the real world—one week where she knew her lover was going completely insane while searching for her.

Her eyes shifted to the ring on her finger, a promise of a wedding that was supposed to happen in a few months from now. The thought of him, angry yet helpless, gnawed at her heart. She had to get out of here. She had to find a way back to him.

Her resistance to the monarch poison was developing, but she could still feel it—slowly burning away her magic strength, replacing it with something else that, truth be told, scared her to face.

Her fingers brushed against the ring. The promise of a future with Jinwoo pulled her up, her bones protesting in pain, but she ignored them. She wouldn’t die in this place.

"Jinwoo..." she whispered, almost feeling a distant pull in her chest. She would find a way out, even if she had to tear this dungeon apart brick by brick.

She couldn’t escape, but she could call to him. She could use her raw power to tear through the dungeon’s defenses, enough to send a signal—just enough for Jinwoo to find her.

Her heart clenched at the thought of him, frantic and searching for her, yet so far away. If she could reach him...

With a deep, shaky breath, she focused all her remaining strength on her aura. She would pour every last drop of power into it, every fragment of will she could muster. She couldn’t run, but she could open the dungeon.

It wasn’t much, but it was something. A way to let Jinwoo feel her, even from a distance.

She closed her eyes again, her breath slow and deliberate as she focused on the faint pulse of magic deep within her. It was weak—so weak—but it was still there. It had to be enough.

Her aura, faint at first, began to pulse, a dim, glowing light that flickered like a heartbeat in the darkness of the dungeon. She focused on it, pushing against the bars of her cell, hell, against the whole dungeon.

"I'm still here. I'm still alive," she willed her energy to flow, so it could find a path to get out, to get to him. The aura crackled in the air around her, small pulses of energy surging in waves.

"I'm still here. I won’t die now." A faint glow filled the cell, too weak to open the gates of her prison but just powerful enough to send a ripple through the very fabric of the dungeon.

And then, just as her vision faded to darkness, she felt it—his arms around her, pulling her close, his warmth enveloping her like a shield against the cold.

"I found you."

-- Did I forget to sleep to write a bit again? Possibly

Did I add a new piece of the jumbled mess that is Vessel of the Plague? You bet I did!

Every comment is appreciated, I am always trying to improve since english is not my first language so I am super open on every tip (just don't be mean about it please ahahah),

love you all - Rook

[angelicangelzz]

Synopsis: MC gets kidnapped by Caleb for “protection”, but little does he know about her true feelings of dependency.

CW: NSFW, fem MC, Caleb and MC are red flags, angst, kidnapping, easily overwhelmed and crybaby MC, codependency, obsession, surprisingly fluffy smut ?, dry humping, fingering, p in v.

English is not my first language and this is my first time writing smut, so I apologize for any mistakes.

MDNI

The silence was overwhelming.

There wasn’t even a single noise in that dark space, devoid of any sensation. At least, that's how she felt, her weak breathing was almost inaudible. The sighs would never reach her ears. She shivered, even though it wasn’t cold, she couldn’t contain the emotions that were slipping through the cracks. The girl was in a comfortable bed, with a warm blanket and a lot of pillows, just how she liked it. But, nothing could comfort her at this moment. She delighted in the nothingness, disconnecting herself from all of her senses.

“Knock knock”

She took a few moments to process the sound of steps. She was alone for so long that she didn’t think anyone would show up for at least a few more hours. The girl took a deep breath, coming back to her senses with a wave of sensations. The fabric of the sheets, the cozy smell that felt like home, the steps, the tears running down her face… her breathing. The sounds were getting louder as she prepared herself mentally. She knew who was coming. She wasn’t ready to face him.

And in a moment, there he was, his feet unmoving in front of the door as he locked it again. The girl was not brave enough to look at him directly, her emotions were a mess and she didn’t have the capacity or the time to process them correctly.

“You haven’t eaten anything.” An affirmation. That was the first thing that left his mouth for what felt like years. She held her breath for a second. The man sounded worried, she knew there was a lot of weight behind those words and felt her shoulders tense. He wanted to see her fine and healthy, and it was exactly this worry that brought her to this situation. She couldn’t say that it wasn’t nice to be the object of his attention. She liked it… she liked it a lot more than she should. That’s exactly why she was so confused. He didn’t have to do this, to go this extreme. She didn’t mind being alone with him, being locked up with him. She wanted to be the only thing he needed, just like she only ever truly needed him and nothing else. So why…? Why is it that he didn’t hold any trust in her feelings?

She nodded and hummed in response, with her head held down. She tried to conceal her face, red with tears, but knew it was futile. He would notice. He probably already knew.

“You need to eat well, pip-squeak” he said her nickname with a heaviness to his tone, a deep sadness that she couldn’t tell with precision where it came from, but it was certainly related to the situation at hand. “I’m not hungry.” she answered in a weak voice, and they went silent. She couldn’t read his expression while looking down, so she had no idea about what he could be feeling. It was nerve wracking. She couldn’t bear this distance, but his lack of belief in how strong her feelings were truly hurt her. She wondered if he felt the same, if he was also itching to get closer, both emotionally and physically.

“I know you are probably angry at me.” He started talking. “But… I had to do this, I had to protect you.” Was this an excuse? Did he truly wish for her protection and that was his only motive? Or did he want… more? Did he have a want, or a need, to have her stay by his side? To keep her enclosed and warm, near and at his disposal at every hour of the day? Was she thinking about her own wishes as she wondered this? She couldn’t tell anymore. It was selfish, yes, but humans are full of selfish needs at the end of the day. She didn’t want him. She needed him. And she wanted him to need her just as much, but didn’t know exactly if his actions meant that he did or meant that he felt like she was useless and incapable. Just an annoying “little sister” type of girl that he thought was dependent on him. If that was the case, he was at least right about one thing. She truly was dependent.

“I’m not angry, I’m just frustrated.” She said abruptly and loudly, finally meeting his eyes. He was looking at her, but at a safe distance and looked quite taken aback by her sudden outburst. “I feel betrayed Caleb, I don’t feel like I’m being understood or seen by you. Not really.” She looked away for a moment, hesitation starting to rise in her throat but quickly being replaced by anger and pent up feelings left unsaid. “Why have you felt the need to do this? Don’t you understand?” She was throwing a fit, almost screaming as she cried and moved her hands at a faster rate than he has ever seen her move while talking. Shocked would be an understatement to express how he felt.

“I don’t get it! I just don’t! Do you truly see me as someone who needs protection? Because that’s wrong. I don’t need protection! I need you! I need you so badly it hurts, and I need to be with you all of the time, I need to consume you and have you and make you mine. But I can’t! And you just keep pushing me away like this, making me doubt myself and doubt your feelings. And I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired of this, Caleb.” She started sobbing, tears streaming down her face while she wailed loudly and pathetically. She truly felt pathetic.

“Princess, I-…” He felt a pillow smash into his face, ruffling his hair and catching him off guard. Was she really acting like a child right now? But he knew her, he knew she could get overwhelmed easily and didn’t know quite how to deal with her emotions but, well, neither did he. He wasn’t expecting this, he didn’t think that she felt that way, that she felt so strongly about him. He thought about it sometimes, thinking about maybies and possibilities, but at the end of the day, he never dared to think it was true. She would never want him as much as he needed her, right? He picked up the pillow from the floor, and stepped closer bit by bit, waiting for her to calm down and for his heart to stop beating so fast. The rush of adrenaline was slowly fading away, and deep embarrassment was taking roots in its place.

“I’m sorry… Caleb I don’t know what came over me…” He motioned for her to stop talking.

“It’s okay… I’m… sorry too.” He spoke quietly as he finally stopped by her side, standing up next to the bed. He was getting closer hesitantly, wanting to comfort her but not having the words to express himself. He thought that if he said too much in this moment, it could make her even more anxious and overwhelmed. So he knelt down next to her, pushing a strand of hair away from her face, and slowly getting closer and touching his forehead to hers. A gesture that always made her calm down. The feeling of his breath, his heartbeat. Having actual living proof that he was real and standing so close to her made her relax her tensed shoulders. After being locked up for a while, she could finally feel his skin against hers again. Even without words they could feel the meaning of this touch. A silent “I’m sorry, you mean too much for me to lose”

“I’m sorry but I can’t keep it in anymore… I love you Caleb, I really do. And it’s killing me seeing you so distant.” She said quietly, almost like a whisper. “I love you too, maybe more than you could ever realize.” Her heart skipped a beat. “I just never thought that you could forgive me, it felt like you hated me for not being the same boy that I was.” He sounded almost scared, like this was all a dream he would wake up from in the morning. “I could never hate you. Sometimes I feel hurt by your actions, but It doesn’t matter because… I want you in every way. In each form or facade you create I will always need you with me.”

Maybe he was always like this.

Maybe she was always like this.

Her hands were tugging at his shirt, so tightly so he could never leave. His breathing hitched on his throat as he felt her slowly pressing her body more and more against his chest. It seemed like she was trying to suffocate him, from how strongly she held onto him. She lifted herself up slightly, sitting on his lap while hugging him with a death grip. They sat there for a moment, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeats.

“Well… even if you apologized, I have to say… what you said was pretty interesting.” Breaking their comfortable position, Caleb lifted her chin, making her look directly into his eyes. Her eyes were watering, and her face was flushed. She looked like a little surprised deer, she wasn’t expecting him to bring this up again. “But I thought you said it was fine.” She said sheepishly, shifting slightly in place, making him shiver. He winked at her, as a way to comfort her, and to assure he wasn’t being completely serious. She understood and waited to see what he would say next. “I might forgive you, if…” he said teasingly “If…?” She repeated, curious and slightly hopeful. “If you say it again.”

He grinned. “Tell me about how muuuch you need me.” She stopped the hug, moving away from his chest and crossing her arms. “What do you mean? I won’t do that! I already said more than enough.” She said that, but felt a warm feeling in her stomach. She loved it when he talked like this, but after the embarrassment from earlier she wasn’t ready to admit it.

“If you won’t do it then I will~” he paused, and looked her in the eyes with a serious expression. “I love you. I always wondered when I thought about you, if you were also thinking about me. If you felt the same way… if this constant need to have you in my life was not a weight I carried alone. You are everything to me. Without you, there is no me, there is no Caleb.”

She felt the weight of his words resonate with her as he slowly lowers the distance between their faces. His thumb caressing her lower lip before he finally brushed his lips against hers. The kiss started agonizingly slow, like he was testing the waters to see how she would react, but she was getting impatient. She grabbed him by his hair and forced him harder against her, deepening the kiss and exploring his mouth. Getting another confirmation of her need, Caleb started getting bolder. Hands roaming each other's bodies as they shared this heated kiss. From the shoulders, to the waist, to her thighs. His hands explored her body, getting to know her once again, learning about her curves and what made her shiver and gasp. He gripped her thigh, which made her grind closer against him as the pressure she felt on her lower region tightened. The kiss left her breathless as he hungered for more, more of her. She felt him getting hard against her, and it only turned her on even more. She had dreamed about this, about seeing the effect she had on him, making him hard and with his breathing unsteady in just a few touches. He grabbed her waist as he guided her movements, making her grind against his clothed cock with fervor.

“Caleb… Please…” She said, breathless against his ear. “I need more…” she whined against his lips. “Then say it. Say that you need me.” His eyes had a different glow to them, more possessive. She liked it a lot. “I- I need you. I need you badly, and I need you to touch me more because I am yours and only you can make me feel like this.” He smiled, with his cheeks flushed and suddenly lowered her body on the bed, looking at her up and down, trying to memorize every part of her in this moment like he often did. Clothes fell on the floor, hastily thrown away. Their eyes and hands wandered on each other's bodies, and they felt right, as if they were made to fit one another. Caleb’s hand brushed her skin until it reached her wet pussy, teasing her in different ways until he found the places that made her squirm and breath out his name so naturally that it made his chest hurt. He felt… amazing. It was as if he finally drank the purest water after years of thirst. It was better than he had imagined many times, because it was her. It was real. And it was finally happening. It was a rush of emotions and sensations. Warm skin touching warm skin and their smells intertwining as she kissed his neck and gripped his muscles. She sighed and moaned while his fingers explored her pussy in a sensual rhythm, he felt overwhelmed with love and a primal need intertwining as he watched the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“You are doing so good for me… taking my fingers so well.” He said and kissed her forehead. She threw her head back while pleasure washed over her, closing her eyes and moaning his name repeatedly as she came. She was in complete bliss, earlier worries only feeding the excitement she felt. She finally had him. After taking a few deep breaths she murmured “Caleb I need you… more…” she dug her fingers into his arm, as if trying to find a way to break in, and looked at him pleadingly, apparently not done yet. She wanted nothing more than to have him deep inside of her, for both of their pleasures, yes, but mainly for wanting to be together in the truest sense of the word. “Can I…?” He asked, positioning his throbbing erection between her thighs, teasing her entrance. She nodded and kissed his shoulder, pulling him closer. He groaned as he thrusted, heart swelling with happiness to have her completely but with a bitter feeling of… regret for his actions? Maybe? He couldn’t quite tell at the moment, but the only thing that truly mattered was her… finally being inside of her and chasing that high together. Their mouths met again in a passionate kiss, stealing the others' breath away in an instant. He fucked her in a slightly erratic rhythm, their bodies tightening until they released. They hugged each other tightly, not wanting to let go.

Yes, she was dependent but she thought that maybe… The feeling was mutual.

[candiyaa]

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨 𝐇𝐂𝐬

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Kokushibo is a man of few words he'd prefer listening to his s/o talking and rambling about their day with great interest.

🧸ིྀ He frog blinks

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ He carries himself with great prestige and charisma , exuding confidence—but deep down, you’re the one person who can reduce him to a puddle of love.

🧸ིྀ While he isn’t necessarily the jealous type, he has a strong desire to impress you. Whether it’s sparring with you or flexing his muscles , but ofc he'll deny all of it if you were to ask him.

"I wasn't "showing off" as you put it. I was simply ensuring you learn the techniques properly. You’re the one not doing it correctly."

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ He's head over heels for you , though he’d never admit it.

🧸ིྀ He lets you play with his hair but there's always that brief pause whenever you reach for his ponytail ( handsome is just not used to physical touch yet give him time ) , but in the end he let's you do whatever you want with it , whereas braids , loose low buns, anything.

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ At night , he watches over you when you sleep , reads and sometimes if you're lucky enough , you’ll catch him murmuring about how much he loves you and wishing he could express it better. ( THAT is just if he checked at least three times if you were truly asleep he'll be too embarrassed or perhaps pride wounded if you were to hear him say those...)

🧸ིྀ Overprotective asf (Doma can't be in the same room as you )

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ His love language? Praising.

🧸ིྀ He makes handmade gifts for you and is very meticulous about it , it needs to be PERFECT for you (he's always scared you might not like it)

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ People fear him because of his expressionless face and deep voice, but in private ? He’s tying your shoes, adjusting your scarf, and silently making sure you’re comfortable before he even thinks of himself.

🧸ིྀ Kokushibo is hyper-aware of your moods swings and subtle shifts in demeanor. (A BIT TOO MUCH ACTUALLYYY) , he studied you to the most ridiculous details.

You: *randomly stop breathing for a moment*

"Why did you stop breathing ? Are you feeling unwell��"

"Stop monitoring me !!"

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Sometimes he'll just randomly stare at you for longer than usual , unmoving and without saying anything before going back to whatever he was doing. (he's just admiring your pretty face lol)

🧸ིྀ Despite being a demon, he still holds onto his humanity. He’ll never dismiss or belittle your emotions , your feelings always matter to him.

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ He lets you wear his haori , he thinks it's cute how it looks like a robe on you (would never say it out loud either)

🧸ིྀ He randomly uses his ability to see the Transparent World to make sure your body functions properly.

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ This man barely smiles, let alone laughs, but if you manage to genuinely make him laugh? It’s a low, velvety chuckle, and it’s the rarest thing in existence. The first time it happens, you’ll probably be too shocked to react, and he’ll instantly go back to being stoic like it never happened.

"You are mistaken. I merely exhaled in amusement." would be his answer..

🧸ིྀ Since Kokushibo was a samurai, he has insanely beautiful handwriting. But here’s the thing—he’s too awkward to openly say sweet things to you. So instead? He subtly writes them down in perfect, elegant calligraphy… but never actually gives them to you.

He has a whole hidden collection of little notes like:

"Your presence brings an odd sense of tranquility I do not fully understand."

"I do not wish for you to see me as a monster. Only as a man."

"If I had met you in my human days, I would have wished to court you properly."

If you ever find them? He’ll freeze for some moment before simply walking away out of embarrassment.

✿ Heyy there I spoiled y'all with all these hcs did I not lol Once again I apologize if there's any grammar mistakes english is not my first language but I tried my best lol Anywayyy hope you liked reading it and if you have any request or suggestion feel free to ask !! xoxo 🎀✿

[flowerandblood]

To please, to serve (Oneshot)

[ canon • Aemond x niece • wife female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, oral sex, smut, fingering, the angst, degradation, role play, dirty talk ]

[ description: During a meeting of the Small Council, Aemond learns that his wife is feeling unwell. Fearing that these are symptoms of another pregnancy, he abandons his daily routine and visits her in their chamber. To his surprise, he does not find her there, but someone else. Sexual tension, dark, loving, thirsty Aemond. ]

Author’s note: The events of this oneshot are part of the canon of The Fall from the Heavens series and feature the same characters. This oneshot takes place several years after the events of that storyline and can be read as a standalone story. I just came up with this idea and decided that's it, I have to write it. Ehhhhh.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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"Where is the Queen Regent?" He asked impatiently, surprised that, although it was not her custom, she was late for the Small Council meeting. One of the guards bowed his head and shifted from foot to foot.

"The Queen Regent requests that the meeting be held without her today, as she has been feeling unwell, Your Grace." He said.

He pressed his lips together at his words, driving his fingernail into the skin of his second finger at the thought that his wife was perhaps expecting his child again.

Seventh, he thought in disbelief, staring dully ahead.

That would be the seventh.

As many as she had promised him.

And what would happen next?

He tried to focus on the meeting and what each person was saying, however, he knew that he was involuntarily pushing for it to end as soon as possible.

Once everything was settled, he approached the Grand Maester, wanting to know what the situation was.

"Do you know anything about my wife's condition?" He asked coolly, frustrated by the possibility that he might have withheld such important information from him for some reason.

The man shook his head.

"No, Your Grace. I am surprised myself. The Queen Regent has not summoned me, so it is possible that her frail condition is due to some other cause." He said, making him feel discomfort in his stomach.

Although he always took part in sparring after the meeting, wishing to remain as skilled and agile in sword fight as he had been in all the years he had been king by his wife's side, this time he headed for their chamber.

When he stepped inside, he did not see her where he expected her to be, which was in their bed. He looked around the room, tense, the servant standing next to him bowed humbly.

"Where is my wife?" He asked, approaching the window overlooking the courtyard, thinking he might perhaps catch a glimpse of her walking between the cloisters.

"The Queen has left, Your Grace." The girl answered him. He furrowed his brow as her voice seemed familiar to him, but he wasn't sure why.

"Where to?" He asked, walking over to his desk to pour himself some wine and quench his thirst.

"She didn't say, Your Grace."

"You may leave." He replied, taking a few deep sips from his goblet deciding that she was probably hiding in the library for some reason. He set his goblet aside, impatient to hear that the girl had not moved from her place.

"Did I express myself unclearly?" He asked, turning to face her and froze, unsure if he had seen correctly or if he was slowly beginning to slip into madness from exhaustion.

The girl standing on the other side of his chamber looked at him before their gazes met, however, she lowered her eyes meekly to the floor when she sensed his surprise and frustration.

She had his wife's face, his wife's figure, his wife's voice but she wasn't dressed like her – her hair was pinned up in a braid around her head, her attire simple, consisting of a long-sleeved red bottom garment and a linen top gown belted at the waist.

"What?" He asked more to himself than to her, looking at her with wide eye.

"The Queen is not here, Your Grace." She said, looking at him again, something in her gaze from which he felt heat in his lower abdomen.

Her gaze was bright, piercing, familiar, but terrified at the same time.

Was it possible that a woman so confusingly similar to his wife had served in the Red Keep?

He swallowed hard, feeling the dryness in his throat, so he reached for his cup again and took a sip from it, looking at her intently.

"Have you been serving here for long?"

"For a few days."

"Mmm."

Perhaps that's why she doesn't know all the rules of good manners yet, he thought.

"If I say you may leave, then you are expected to leave."

She lowered her gaze and did something that betrayed her: her hands entwined with each other as she began to play with her fingers in a gesture of discomfort that he knew all too well.

Fuck.

It was her.

"The whole kingdom speaks of the affection you have for her, Your Grace. About the fact that she has already given you six children, although she is still so young. Perhaps she should rest from this duty." She whispered, looking down at her hands, not daring to look at him.

He pressed his lips together, wondering if she was implying something.

Was she tired of him and carrying his offspring in her womb.

"I could have your head for this insolence." He said, intrigued by what she was trying to achieve, what her plan was.

"You could have something else. While she rests." She confessed finally, the gaze of her bright eyes surrounded by dark lashes lifted to him.

He felt a shudder at her words, at the realisation of what she was suggesting, what she was aiming for, and his cock expressed a desire to participate in her idea, pulsing greedily in his breeches.

"Indeed?" He murmured, raising his cup to his lips, sipping the remainder of the wine from it, not taking his eye off her with a mischievous look.

She did not reply, standing still, her lips parted in an accelerated breath betraying that she was aroused.

"Very well. Come here." He said, stepping around his desks and spreading out comfortably in his chair, looking up at her from below. He set his cup down on the table as she approached him slowly, her gaze fixed on the floor.

"Kneel." He ordered.

She swallowed loudly and obediently sat on her knees between his legs, not daring to look at his face. He licked his lower lip involuntarily as he undid the buckles of his tunic with his long fingers, only to immediately slide them down to the fabric of his breeches, untying them with an agile flick of his wrist.

"Don't delude yourself into thinking I'll treat you like my wife. You don't deserve it." He scoffed in a trembling voice, feeling the chill of the chamber envelope his swollen erection, leaking with desire. Her gaze lifted to his manhood as she nodded, moving closer, the look of her innocent eyes rising to his face in anticipation.

"Open." He said, grabbing the base of his swollen cock, directing the throbbing, pink, wet head of it to her face.

Her lips parted in an obedient gesture as she leaned forward, her hands clenched on her lap. He tilted his head back, feeling the rapid pounding of his heart as her puffy lips slid its tip into her warm interior, her tongue giving him one encouraging, gentle lick.

"– fuck –" He breathed out, clamping his free hand in her hair, forcing her to take it all the way in, the head of his manhood bumping against the back of her throat with her quiet moan of discomfort.

She knew him too well, knew what drove him mad, what touch and where drove him to the brink of insanity.

"– quiet – you wanted it yourself – now suck like a good girl –" He gasped, watching with a wide grin as the fullest part of his manhood disappeared again and again deep between her lips with the quiet clicks of her saliva.

He squeezed himself tighter at the base, trying to find a rhythm with her, involuntarily rolling his hips back and forth, each time making her almost choke, tears of exertion running down her face one after the other.

"– only my wife deserves to swallow my seed – maybe I should come on your face? – hm? – would you enjoy that? –" He sneered, and she shook her head quickly and cried out, looking up at him with big eyes full of tears, whimpering as he quickened his pace suddenly, disappearing again and again deep into her throat.

Her beautiful face was all rosy with exertion, droplets of sweat on her cheeks and forehead, unruly strands of her dark hair stuck to her skin.

So pretty.

"– no? – then how about your tits – show me your breasts –" He exhaled, sliding out from between her lips to avoid coming too soon, taking a surprising amount of pleasure from this unusual act of their marital intimacy.

His wife drew in a loud breath, wiping her cheeks wet with tears, and reached up to untie her dress at the back, blindly undoing it. She looked at him with a look he knew perfectly well when she finally slipped the bright and red material off, showing him one of his favourite parts of her body.

She was so fucking wet, he knew it.

"– go on – I didn't let you stop –" He said coldly, and she leaned over him again, taking his fat erection between her lips with such commitment that he groaned, biting his lower lip so hard that he could feel the blood under his tongue.

"– good girl – just like that – fucking serve your King –" He growled, clenching his fingers in her hair, allowing her small hand to caress what was not fitting deep in her throat imposing a fierce, aggressive pace on her. She cried out loudly, clearly not able to keep up with taking a breath, making him stop in half-motion.

"– too much? –" He mumbled, stepping out of his role for a moment, but she shook her head, looking at him with affection.

He stroked her hair, his fingers sliding down to her face, his thumb running over the hot, moist skin of her cheek – her murmur of satisfaction ran in vibration through his erection, making him pulse hard between her lips.

"– just a little more – your King is satisfied and about to come – hm? –" He cooed, and she nodded, letting him do what he wanted with her mouth, thrusting his long manhood into her again and again with the greedy, deep stabs of his hips.

The warmth of her mouth, her tongue that ran over the soft skin of his erection swollen from his veins, her lips that clamped again and again on the thick head of it made him close his eyes, losing the urge to pull it out of her.

"– I changed my – f-fuck – fuck, gods, swallow –" He gasped out, panting heavily with pleasure, tilting his head back, feeling his cock begin to throb all over in elation, his wife whimpered when suddenly his spend spilled deep down her throat.

He looked at her with dreamy eyes, breathing through his parted lips, stroking her head, listening to the quiet sound of swallowing.

"– that's it – easy – you did well –" He praised her, and she took a heavy breath as he finally let her go, sliding his erection out from between her sweet lips with a loud slap.

She closed her eyes and pressed her face against his thigh, embracing it with her arms, trying to calm down after what she had done. His fingers roamed through her hair, his gaze fixed on her full of curiosity.

"– come here –" He murmured.

She looked at him sleepily and lifted herself up on trembling legs, however, to her surprise, he didn't let her sit on top of him with her arms around him, but turned her so that she was resting her back against his chest.

They both sighed, and her legs spread involuntarily to the sides as his broad hand rolled up the material of her gown, exposing her thighs, slipping under her smallclothes. While there his fingers sank into her silky, leaking folds, the fingers of his other hand embraced her neck, making her moan softly, tilting her head back.

"– only my wife deserves to be fulfilled – so how will it be? –" He whispered in her ear, placing hot, loud, sticky kisses on her red, welted sweaty cheek – her hand involuntarily wrapped around his arm while the other reached back into his hair for balance.

"– please, my King –" She mumbled pleadingly.

"– tsk-tsk – not like that –" He gasped, teasing her little spongy bud with his fingertip, playing with it gently, his other fingers trailing over her throbbing, moist slit.

"– ah – gods – Aemond –" She sighed, bucking her hips to the rhythm of his strokes, his fingers clenching warningly around her neck.

"– call me right or I'll tease this little cunt all night long, but you won't experience fulfillment, sweet girl –" He said warningly and felt her swallow loudly under his fingers, his hand between her thighs all slick with her sticky wetness.

"– husband – please, husband, please, please, please – ah! –" She mewled, clenching her hand in his hair as his two fingers burst into her hot, fleshy interior, pressing the spot hidden between her muscles from which she could see stars, while his thumb teased her pearl from the outside in circular, gentle strokes.

"– good girl – fuck yourself with my fingers – only my wife can use me for her own pleasure –" He gasped, watching with satisfaction as with a cry of pleasure she fell apart in front of him, reaching her peak – his hand from her neck clamped down on her breast, all swollen with milk, feeling her weeping cunt squeeze his fingers again and again, sucking them inside.

His once again hard erection pushed against her buttocks, delighted by what he had just witnessed.

Her hands closed around his, making sure he didn't let go of either her hot, leaking womanhood or her soft, plump breast.

"– what unusual idea did you come up with, hm? – is that the reason for your non-attendance at the Small Council? –" He sneered, placing tender, lazy, sticky kisses on her neck and cheek.

"– I've been thinking about it for a while – what it would feel like – and have you ever had fantasies of doing this to a servant –" She muttered, breathing heavily through her mouth, looking at him curiously.

He snorted under his breath and shook his head, sighing contentedly, spreading himself comfortably in his chair with her.

"– I didn't feel the need for it until it turned out that you could be one – I'm afraid it's not a question of role but of your pretty face – those big eyes of yours –" He murmured, grabbing her chin, turning her head so that she could look at him. She giggled sweetly at his words, her eyes lit up with joy and warmth from which he felt heat in his chest, a feeling he only experienced in her presence.

He hummed under his breath, pressing his forehead against hers, smiling in a way that was meant only for her.

For his wife.

"– if you wish, we can satisfy each other in this way, if you need to rest for a time from bearing me children – you have given me as many as six –" He said softly, wanting her to know that her sacrifice for their lineage, for the kingdom and for him was precious to him, and he held his gratitude for her deep in his heart.

She blinked and smiled comfortingly at his words, her fingers running over his cheek.

"– since Daeron was born, the deliveries have become easier for me – they're shorter each time, I already know exactly what awaits me – I promised you one more, didn't I? –" She whispered, and he nodded.

"– and then? –"

"– hm? –"

"– when you give birth to our seventh child – what will happen after that? –" He asked, and she amazed him by bursting out laughing.

"– it will be surely followed by another – as long as my flower does not wither –" She said, resting her head on his shoulder. He put his hands around her breasts, not wanting her to get cold, thoughtful.

"– our children already think there are too many of them –" He sighed and heard her snort at his words, amused.

"– they will be able to speak on the matter when they become parents themselves –" She replied, looking up at him, placing her hands on his. He kissed her temple and nuzzled his forehead against hers, closing his eyes, imagining how many more children she would bear him.

"– let's take a bath, wife –"

[naanook]

Seeing you again - B.K

synopsis: it's here if you want to read it! (You don't need to read it to understand this one, plus, i changed a few things)

words: 1.3k

contains: cheating! (I condone this behavior but... bakugou... yeah), use of y/n (like twice? I think) reader's gender is not said <3, you/them pronoun, suggestive(?)

nana's note: welll~ it's finally here! Thank you to the people to ask for this, I haven't write it if it wasn't for yall <3. I read it myself, but I'm kind of dyslexic and my first language isn't english so be mindful please! If you notice any misspelling or grammatical mistakes you can let me know! (I'm soo so nervous to publish this lol, it's also my first time writing something kind-of long in english, please be kind <3)

When you left to America, Bakugou was furious, after all you all have been through, he thought this will unite the group, will unite the both of you.

He was pacing in his room, looking at the floor as he thought of ways to make you stay, damn, he even thought in confessing his feelings for you, thinking it might change something, his last hope.

After what felt like an eternity, he decided to walk towards the common area where he knew he'll find you and ask for a minute of your time. Only to be met with sad expressions and you… nowhere to be seen.

“Sorry man, they already left” said Kirishima and he felt like all of the air of his lungs where punched out. “I saw them standing outside your room for I while, I thought you two talked” Kirishima adds, which only makes Bakugou feel worst.

Eleven years has passed, Bakugou had achieved everything he wished when he was a teenager, He was the number one hero, had a nice relationship with his coworkers, friends and was not insecure anymore and of course… had a beautiful fiancé, patient, funny and smart.

The thought of you leaving still lingered, but he always made sure to push it away, telling himself it was a stupid teenage crush and that he was over it.

“Bakugou!” Kirishima's voice “you're coming tonight, are you?” He asks, looking excited

“Huh? What are you talking about?” The blond asks

“The UA reunion party at Kaminari's! Midoriya will be there, and I heard (y/n) was going” Kirishima says and Bakugou just freezes “you're coming then?”

“Y-yeah- yeah” Katsuki answers, still not processing the whole information correctly, but he nods anyways.

“Great! Do you think you can pick me up?” Kiri asks, trying to keep the conversation going, but Bakugou only nods, lost in thought.

Later that day, Bakugou pulls out in front of Kaminari's house, swallowing hard as he gets out of the car

“Oh man, I'm so excited to see everyone, I've heard (y/n) has a great career in America, and they’re one of the top heroes there, we have so much to catch up on” Bakugou grunts as he hears your name, looking away and mentally preparing himself as he walks inside Denki's place.

He looks around, searching for you but he doesn't see you, making him feel more relaxed, thinking you haven't arrived yet, leaving him time to compose and prepare for your arrival.

Bakugou engaged in a few conversations, with Sero, Mina, Midoriya and anyone he can encounter, trying to take off his mind off… you- there you were, speaking with Iida in a corner, you looked… marvelous, and for a second, the blonde forgot he was engaged.

“Did you hear that?” Denki asks to a Bakugou who was completely lost in you, he shakes his head, slowly starting to walk in your direction, like something was pulling him towards you.

When he sees you looking at him, he let's out a small gasp, reminding himself to act normal as you finish your conversation with Iida to walk towards him.

“Hi!” You say, with that sweet voice, bringing thousands of memories back.

“Hey” Bakugou says back, trying to act normal, calm.

“I heard lots of you lately, congrats on being the number one, you always wanted that” he hears you talk, you sound… happy

“Heh, thanks, it was obvious tho, I am the best” he smiles at your giggle for his comment “h-how have you been?” And like that, two old friends feel like sixteen again, chatting and laughing together.

“You know, I still remember that day” Bakugou hears you say, you were both outside in Denki's backyard, stargazing as you both drink “I stood outside your door, wanting, no- wishing to stay, I even thought of confessing my feelings for you in that moment, thinking it would change something” you whisper, kind of embarrassed to say such an intimate thing, and Bakugou just freezes at your next words “i-… think i never stopped”.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even move as he thinks at your words, you… You like him? You were going to stay for him? Everything could have been different, so different.

“Y-you like me?” He asks, turning his eyes at you “i-i'm… I'm engaged” the blonde whispers, mostly to himself as he looks down, thinking what's next

“I-i know” he hears your weak voice “i think I'm just trying to…. Close this cycle” you shift, looking at the sky and taking a sip of your drink

“I'm… in love with you” Bakugou whispers and meets your eyes; your face full of surprise “i-i think I always did” he adds, moving closer to you, looking at your lips and licking his own

“B-Bakugou” you whisper

“I know… damn it” Bakugou whispers and quickly move away, taking your words as a no, feeling rejected and guilty at the same time, he couldn’t do that to his fiancé, it was not ok, what kind of men would he be if-

“W-we can do it… if you want” He stops thinking again at your words, looking at you once again, admiring those lips he always wanted to taste.

Bakugou leans forward one more time, looking at your eyes, silently asking for permission, and when he sees that look in your eyes, fill with desire and eagerness, all the world around him disappears as well as all the problems this kiss will bring to him.

He groans once he crushes his lips against yours, wrapping and sucking on your lower lips eagerly and passionately.

The kiss deepens as he pulls you closer, one hand tangled in your hair while the other wraps around your waist. Your lips move together in perfect synchronization, years of longing and unspoken feelings poured into this single moment. His touch is gentle yet demanding, tender yet passionate, making your heart race with every movement. You can feel the warmth of his breath, taste the sweetness of his lips, and sense the overwhelming love in the way he holds you. Time seems to stand still as you both lose yourselves in this intimate embrace, neither wanting to break away from this perfect moment you've both waited so long to share.

Bakugou pulls away gently, still leaving small kisses on your lips “c’mon to Sparky’s room, please, let’s allow ourself a moment more… intimate” he begs with his eyes, looking at you as he stands up and guides you through the house, ignoring everyone around him.

Once Kaminari's bedroom door closes, he kisses you again with renewed passion, gently guiding you toward the bed.

His hands explore your abdomen tentatively, seeking permission for more, and once granted, he cannot hold back.

He opens his eyes again, the sun entering through the curtains bothering his eyes, Bakugou sighs and looks down at you, laying asleep on his chest as he starts to remember the night before your lips on him, your skin, your warmth- he sighs, closing his eyes again as the guilt starts to sink in.

“Good morning” a voice pulls him away from his thoughts, making him open his eyes again, smiling gently at you.

“Good morning” he says back, his hand moving over your back, caressing it gently under the sheets

“Where’s Denki?” you said, like you suddenly remembered this isn’t your room.

“I made him sleep on his couch after the party was over” Bakugou says and smiles as he hears your laugh, hugging you tightly as you press your head in the crook of his neck.

Oh god. He’s so screwed

tags 🖇 - @lex2205 @d1orhaz3 @cocoballsblonde @disaster-rose

[demigodpolls]

calling all PJO fanfic readers!

In the interest of acknowledging great works by fandom writers, DemigodPolls is going to share a big year-end collection of 2024 Percy Jackson fanfic recommendations! In the comment section below or on this AO3 post, leave recommendations for the best PJO fanfics you've read - but there is one major rule: they MUST have been published or last updated in 2024! No exceptions! Reblogs are turned on, but please do NOT leave your recommendations in the reblogs/tags! They will not be considered! Before commenting, make sure that you read the additional specifications below the cut first. If you have nothing to recommend, please do reblog to help support fandom writers and spread the word! Thank you!!!

What we want:

strong grammar

strong writing skills

accurate/interesting depictions of PJO characters

angst/romance/drama/adventure/friendship/character studies/etc

accurately tagged stories (i.e. stories that don't surprise you with untagged triggering content)

stories written with love for the percy jackson universe and its characters

What we DON'T want:

stories that were published/last updated before 2024

stories about ships that would be age-inappropriate in canon, unless the characters are CLEARLY aged up in the story (e.g. no olympians x teenage characters, unless the younger character is explicitly an ADULT when they first meet in the fanfic)

stories that contain non-c*n, inc*st, p*dophilia

stories under 1000 words

stories that fall under "character x everyone"

stories about original characters (stories that contain some OCs in non-protagonist roles are fine, character x reader/self-inserts are fine)

stories that bash other ships/characters (i.e., don't recommend percabeth fics that bash rachel/perachel)

stories that contain non-PJO crossovers (except for RRverse crossovers, i.e. pjo + tkc is fine, toa alone is fine, tkc alone is not, pjo + harry potter is not)

stories that contain gore/extreme violence/extreme bodily harm

stories that contain cheating/infidelity (I just don't want to read those, sorry)

dialogue-only fanfics/texting-only fanfics

stories that contain W*TTG sp0ilers

can I recommend multiple things?

yes! just make sure to categorize them correctly under the relevant prompts.

can I recommend my own story?

yes, but you are highly, highly encouraged to simultaneously recommend at least one other fanfic that you yourself did not write - let's spread the love! (not required)

is smut okay?

yes! but you must specify clearly that the story contains smut in your comment, and please don't use explicit/overly sexual language in your recommendation. I also reserve the right to refuse to consider stories that contain k*nks I don't want to engage with. (ab0, hardcore bd$m, parental name k*nk to name a few)

are non-english fanfics okay?

you are absolutely welcome to recommend non-english fanfics to others in the comments! but I will not be able to put them on the final recommendation list, because I only speak english and I cannot personally vet their contents, cannot observe their grammar, and could be terribly misled by a translator. I'm very sorry! however, if you would like to put together a similar recommendation collection of non-english stories, I'd be happy to promote it on this blog.

is percico okay?

someone asked about this specifically, so here's my stance: percico is a controversial pairing due to the debated inappropriateness of the canon age gap (approx. 3 years). I personally consider 3 years between minors to be juuust beyond my comfort zone (2 years), so please respect my decision to abide by my own comfortability and refuse to consider stories that feature age gaps of this size or larger involving minors. however, you can recommend percico fics where the age gap is explicitly made smaller, or fics where nico and percy are both explicitly adults! this same rule applies to any other ship in a similar circumstance - check the wiki for canon ages if you're unsure! (and to be clear, this is solely about ages, not about the individual merit of the pairing itself. respectfully - this is me drawing a boundary about what I am comfortable with, so do not argue with me on this topic).

is caleo okay?

this pair is even more controversial nowadays, so here's my stance when it comes to weird magical circumstances: within the logic of the pjo universe, some things that seem strange from a mortal perspective are standard within the books. i.e., it's not weird to date fellow demigods, even if the person you're dating is technically your aunt/uncle/cousin/etc. likewise, it's not "weird" for a teenager to date an immortalized or de-immortalized teenager, because... I genuinely don't know, that's just how the book logic works. for that reason, caleo works are accepted. we're going to apply this same logic to pairs like theyna, which could also potentially have murky circumstances (although I do consider thaluke to be especially iffy, because it heavily depends on the situation that people write them in - so if you're unsure, go ahead and submit it, and I'll use my best judgement from there). however, I cannot begin to express my extreme disinterest in discourse about immortal dating ethics - like, I would rather do anything else. not trying to be sassy here, but I'm going to ask you guys to not pick a fight about these topics, for the simple reason that I have zero interest in debating over situations that could never occur in real-life.

are incomplete/discontinued stories okay?

yes! I'd prefer stories that have at least three chapters, but this is not required. completed one-shots are also fine!

If someone already recommended a story that I like, should I vouch for it?

if you would like to, then absolutely!! you can respond to the appropriate prompt from this account in the comments, or you can reply to the person making the recommendation. just make sure to explicitly state which story you're advocating for.

Comments that do not follow these guidelines may be deleted!

How to make recommendations:

There are two places in which you can make your recs! You can click here to leave them on an AO3 mirror of this post, or do so in the comment section below. If the latter, continue reading. Please leave the story name, author username, story rating, main ship, and main characters in your comments - and if you'd like, definitely add some words about why you like it! AO3 direct links are not necessary, but super appreciated. But if it's not on AO3, please ensure that you make clear where exactly I can locate the story. In the comments below, you'll see comments that you can reply to, sorted by ships/lack thereof. Please sort your recommendations by replying to them accordingly (i.e. if you want to recommend 2 solangelo fics and 1 valgrace fic, leave the 2 solangelo recs under the solangelo prompt, then do the same in the valgrace prompt). You MUST explicitly state somewhere if the fanfic contains smut. If you're not sure where to put your recommendations, make your best guess - but absolutely do NOT intentionally mis-categorize your recommendations (i.e, if the pair is not canon, do not put it in the canon pairing section. Seriously. This makes things much more difficult for me while organizing fics, and I'll probably delete your comment anyway.) Lastly, please be mature about shipping. Nothing irritates me more than fighting about percy jackson ships in 2024. If you see fanfics recommended about pairings (or characters!) that you hate, do the mature thing and just scroll past it/do not engage. Character hate and ship hate is not tolerated on this blog. I am very serious about this - if you are starting a fuss about ships/characters, your comments will be deleted and your account will be permanently blocked. Respect your fellow fandom-mates! I will do my best to moderate this comment section, but before looking through them, please understand that I am not responsible for your individual well-being, and there may be fanfic recommendations that are not appropriate for minors/might contain triggering content/etc.

Here's a little form for those of you who find this easier to use, but you don't have to use it!! However, PLEASE do include the following information in your comment regardless:

story name: author: rating: ship: main characters: additional comments (what's it about? why do you like it? etc):

Don't forget, fanfics published/last updated in 2024 only!

Thank you so, so much for participating! The collection won't be published on this blog until late December, so until then, take your time, check those bookmarks, and read new PJO fanfics! Much love to all of you ♡

- demigodpolls

(art by @viria)

(dividers by @cafekitsune)

[trainer-from-unova]

lab rats

𖤐 english ao3 𖤐 spanish ao3 𖤐 masterlist 𖤐

ship: bob reynolds/afab!reader

summary: you and bob are imprisoned until you two have sex with each other

a/n: first time writing about sex pollen and fuck or die vibes, also english isn't my first language

cw: pre-canon, human experimentation, lab sex, consensual sex, oral sex, piv sex, semi-public sex, sex pollen, drugged sex, noncon drug use, implied drug addiction

word count: 2'5k

When she entered the cold, empty, white room padded all over, pushed by the security staff the only thing she was wearing was a plaster on the part of her arm where a doctor had pricked her minutes before and handcuffs on her wrists in front of her. Luckily the position of her arms meant that she was able to cover her most intimate parts. She didn't understand why she had been handcuffed, undressed and taken there, but she wasn't the only one — there was also Bob, also pricked in the arm, naked and sitting with his back against the soft wall. He stood up as she turned to look at the people who had taken her there, but they closed the door before she could say or do anything, and she turned again, looking worriedly at her partner.

"What are we doing here?" She asked, unable to stop her eyes from scanning him up and down, reaching for her partner's crotch for a second as he slowly approached her, though keeping his distance so as not to make her uncomfortable. She didn't feel embarrassed, it was natural thing to do that if you have a naked man in front of you, and he couldn't help but do the same with her breasts either, which she understood and didn't mind. None of the pyjamas they usually wore did justice to them, but at the moment she was more focused on why they were locked in there.

"I don't know," he replied. More than confused or nervous, he looked defeated — tired of being an abused lab rat, locked in there.

"How long have you been here?" She asked glancing around the place: there were cameras in every corner of the ceiling and something resembling a fire extinguisher, and of course the lights.

What they didn't know was that it was expelling sex pollen to provoke them into having sex, so that she would become pregnant. They wanted to try their luck and see what would come out of mixing their blood — hopefully someone as powerful or even more powerful than their parents.

"Two minutes or so," he replied catching his partner's attention, making her look at him again. "Why are you handcuffed?" He looked down, staring at the handcuffs at her crotch.

"I don't know," she answered lowering her gaze to take a quick look at them.

Her nipples became hard, she assumed it was because it was cold — not just because she was naked, but because it was cold in there. She wanted to hug herself, not to cover her breasts but to keep herself warm, but because of the handcuffs it was impossible. The other one did under the envious gaze of his companion, and he couldn't help but feel bad about it. An idea crossed the man's mind, and he dared to offer it aloud for he meant no harm, and he believed she knew him well enough to know he meant no harm.

"Um... Do you want me to...?" he asked opening his arms, assuming correctly that she would understand what he intended.

She looked at him doubtfully for a second, but she knew it was the best, if not the only option to warm up, so she swallowed and accepted the proposal, nodding her head in silence and moving closer to him. She raised her arms, folding them and putting her hands around her own neck, on her shoulders. When she reached him she stood shyly, resting her forehead on his right shoulder, and he leaned over her, wrapping his arms shyly around her.

They both closed their eyes and sighed deeply. It felt good, not only to share their body heat but also because it had been so long since they had last hugged and been hugged. She wished she was untied so she could return the gesture by wrapping her arms around him as well, and honestly so did he, but he understood her situation.

For some reason unknown to her, her insides ached — it was as if they were crying out to be filled, and that was the only way for the pain to pass. And for better or worse, something similar happened to Bob — the physical contact made his body too excited, and probably not helped by the sex pollen or the energetic drugs he had been injected with minutes before being locked in there. She noticed this, opening her eyes and looking down as she took a step back to look at the erect member pointing at her. He did the same, distressed and blushing.

"I'm sorry," he apologised nervously in case he had made her uncomfortable, "I don't know why, I can't help it. I'm really sorry," he said looking down in embarrassment.

"It's alright, I understand," she laughed softly, "I mean, I feel the same..." she whispered biting her lip, looking him up and down. When he looked up, confused and surprised by the information his partner had confessed, he was even more surprised to see the way she was looking at him. Now she was the one who was sorry, and her cheeks blushed as well. "I'm sorry," she said embarrassed, holding her hands to the top of her head as she turned and took a few steps around the room, "I don't know what's wrong with me," she said as he looked down at her buttocks. He was embarrassed again, he didn't know what was wrong with him — he wasn't normally like that and at that moment he looked like an animal in heat.

"Aw, how cute," suddenly said a sarcastic female voice, already quite familiar to both of them locked in there. She wasn't there, it was coming from the ceiling, probably from what looked like the fire extinguisher or the cameras. "You make a good pair."

"You!" she said angrily, looking up at the cameras on the ceiling as she lowered her hands. "What are we doing here?"

"We need to study all your side effects and how they affect every aspect of your body," said Valentina, and she wasn't partly lying — she was just omitting information, "so get comfortable and do what you want to do, you won't come out until you do it. Several times," she quickly added. It was part of the plan, and if she didn't get pregnant that day they would try another time until she did.

She looked down, her eyes wide as she took in the information she had just received. He was the same, only looking at her. When she turned around their eyes connected, but they quickly averted them out of embarrassment; not that they didn't want to do it, but they didn't want to be watched or recorded, and above all they didn't want to be forced or make the other feel awkward and uncomfortable.

"...What do we do?" he asked daring to look at her again.

"I suppose we have to do what we are asked to do," she said doing the same, confused and shrugging her shoulders.

"Do you want to?" he asked, now even more confused than she was.

"Do we have a choice?" She asked, now she was the defeated one. "Not the best conditions, clearly, but... Anyway, I think we're both in the mood," she said raising her arms to point to her erection, "so..." she said as she shrugged her shoulders again, slowly moving closer to him. "Good thing you're already erect, because I can't do much with my hands," she said putting her arms around her torso, reminding him that she was handcuffed and deciding to take the situation with humour, which was her best defence mechanism. "I guess they put them on me in case I resisted..." she whispered, rather to herself.

"God," he said, horrified at the idea. "This is ridiculous."

"Yeah, well..." she sighed deeply, looking down at the floor. "Shall we begin?" She looked up into his face, then looked down at the member pointing at her. "The sooner the better, the sooner we get out of here."

"Um... It's been a long time since..." he said embarrassed as he watched her move closer to him, getting dangerously close.

"Don't worry, neither have I," she said averting her gaze to his lips, correctly assuming that the best way to break the ice between them was with a kiss.

Aware of where she was looking and what was likely to happen in a few seconds he hesitantly placed his hands on her waist, noticing how she stood on her tiptoes to move closer to him. He looked down at her lips as well, and slowly and shyly moved closer to them until they merged.

"The pyjamas don't do you justice," she said as she slid her hands down his muscular chest, smiling playfully as she watched him.

The kiss began as such; slowly and shyly, but as they did, it quickly grew hotter. Unconsciously she moaned and brought her hands to his shoulders, almost to his neck because of the handcuffs while he brought one of his hands to one of her cheeks, and with the other he pulled her closer to him. Before they parted for lack of air, she bit his lower lip.

"What did you expect?" he asked with genuine curiosity.

"You said you were a drug addict so I assumed you were anorexic," she said as she bent down and drove one knee into the soft ground, "but I see you're in shape," she said driving the other, now with both knees driven into the ground and giving him a quick glance at his member before looking up and back at him with a playful grin. He did the same and lay back on the floor as she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.

With each passing second the drugs and pollen were having more effect, and they no longer cared about being watched or anything else, they just wanted to satisfy themselves once and for all, following their most primal instincts. Probably later, when the effects wore off, they would regret it and feel more ashamed.

With the tip of her tongue she brushed from the lowest to the highest, sending a shiver down the young man's spine. When she reached the tip she sucked it like a lollipop, causing the young man to stifle a moan at such pleasure and bring his hands to his partner's head, grabbing her hair and pulling her head down wanting to feel more. At times she couldn't help but moan, and she noticed her own crotch getting even wetter, albeit in a different, more natural method than the one she was using.

When she got tired, which was often due to lack of practice, she would separate and he would massage it with his hand. Before reinserting it she dropped saliva which she collected in hee mouth to moisten it, to make her lips slide better. He clenched tighter as his breathing hitched. Out of curiosity while listening to him she looked up to see what state he was in, and saw that he was with his head up, staring at her.

"Oh, so you like to stare," she said with her mouth free, swallowing saliva and trying to wipe the corners of her lips with her hands as he leaned his head back against the floor. Tired of using her mouth so much and wanting to feel more, wanting to feel him again from the inside but in another part of her body, she lifted herself up and climbed over him, sitting on his crotch — literally on his cock, but not inserting it.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, blushing as she rested her hands on his belly and began to rub herself against him, eliciting sighs from both of them. "Can I touch your tits...?"

"You don't even have to ask," she replied laughing at how shy and afraid he was at the thought of making her uncomfortable. She had to admit she found him adorable, and very attractive too.

He brought his hands to her breasts and massaged them until she lifted her hips a little, and assuming correctly what she intended to do but was prevented from doing by the handcuffs, he helped her by grabbing his member so they could merge once and for all as they most desired.

She brushed her entrance with his tip wet with his pre-seminal fluid and her own saliva, and she bucked her hips carefully to press the tip against her entrance, slowly entering. It felt so good, neither could help but moan in pleasure. As she settled in and became accustomed to his presence fully inside her she brought her hands back to his belly and began to ride him, feeling his hands on her hips, very close to her buttocks. He closed his eyes and then she slid down on top of him, bringing their torsos together again and resting her hands under his neck. She was so wet that sometimes they couldn't help but separate by accident, but when they came together again they merged with need.

To her surprise, he wrapped his arms around her back and rolled her over, changing positions — now she was lying down and he was on top. She wasn't doing badly, but he could go much faster and be more effective in that position. He put his arms at her sides and she wrapped her legs around his back. His hips crashed against hers quickly and hard, making her moan more as they heard his hips crash against her buttocks, and most of all, the wetness inside her.

He had his head to one side, and he listened to her moans and gasps in his ear as he tried not to cum inside her, but it was very difficult; it felt too good to feel how hot and wet she was, and bringing him even closer to his own orgasm. She was the same way, beginning to feel a warmth inside her belly and down to her crotch while moaning loudly and endlessly as she spasmed, uncontrolled movements that caused her to pull her legs away from his back and arch her back and fingers. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, causing him to quickly spurt out of her and cum on her belly. Then, as he sighed, he lay exhausted beside her as they caught their breath and remembered they were being watched by the cameras on every corner.

"Sorry... for cumming in you," he said with bated breath and embarrassed, looking up at the ceiling.

"Don't worry, better out than in," she replied laughing tiredly, her breath also hitching and embarrassed, staring at the ceiling.

"Did you like it?" he asked turning his neck to his right to look at her.

"Of course," she said turning her neck to her left, still smiling, "isn't it obvious?" He blushed and looked away quickly.

"Me too," he whispered, and she thought that if she hadn't been handcuffed she would have held his hand.

"Um... Can I... cuddle with you...?" she asked, now shy.

"Oh of course, sure!" he hastened to confirm while turning on his side, wanting to make her feel good with the aftercare and warm her up again.

"Thank you," she whispered, leaning closer to him.

[zordanna]

𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓮

A fluffy fic inspired from this old drawing I did🍃

English is not my first language and I hate writing so don’t expect too much. It’s just a small scene where Sebastian realises he’s in love with my MC, you can imagine yours there too of course! I ain’t stopping you��� enjoy I guess?

Sebastian yawned softly as he kept silently reading his history of magic notes while sitting on the carpet and resting his back on the couch, Eleonora was next to him laying fully on it while reading the chapter trying really hard to not fall asleep.

“Ugh I swear I’m failing this time”

She mumbled while flipping pages. Sebastian rolled his eyes and spoke back with annoyance.

“You literally have the highest grades of all the students in our class, shut up-”

Eleonora huffed and gave him a soft nudge with her knee in response.

“Just because the competition prefers wandering in the restricted section more than studying actual subjects. You know- instead of  forbidden ones”

Sebastian groaned and rested his head on the couch seat cushion to look at her better.

“You are a pain in the ass.” He breathed out glancing back at his notes pretending to ignore her.

“The feeling is mutual”

She ruffled his brown curls gaining a soft laugh from him , the boy rested one cheek on the  cushion and gazed at her while his notes ended up spread around the intricated embodied carpet of Russel  living room. Sebastian  glanced at the book and got an idea.

“I can read it for you, if you want, so we both learn something at least”

His proposal sounded quite nice to Eleonora, she gave him the book and set herself comfortable as he cleared his throat. He started reading and he could almost feel her gaze caressing his skin, Sebastian didn’t know how he managed to say the words correctly without fumbling while having that lovely pair of blue eyes staring at him, the warmth of her presence, her sweet scent of lavender and soap pervading his nostrils…Merlin help him!

On the other side Eleonora’s eyes were looking at his freckles, she always thought they looked like a starry sky , sometimes she would find full constellations in them while stealing glances at her friend’s features. She  glanced  at his lashes, was it even legal to have them so long and soft? The way they fluttered while he was  reading, the way the sun was making them shine with a warm orange shade. She was mesmerised. That’s for sure. The words sounded like a sweet lullaby rather than an actual lecture on how their ancestors channeled magic trough the years, her eyes felt heavy and her body a little too relaxed. 

Maybe if she closed her eyes just for a second…yeah that should do it.

Sebastian was reading the last paragraph when he heard  soft snoring coming from his right side ,he turned his head a little to check on Eleonora and a warm smile formed on his lips as he realised she had fallen asleep. He closed the book putting it away before adjusting himself leaning closer to the sleeping girl. He rested his elbow on the couch cushion careful to not disturb her rest, as usual Eleonora needed her afternoon nap.

Memories of their third year flashed in his mind, rainy afternoons spent napping all together on the same couch down in the undercroft between a mess of books and unfinished candies. Anne was still…well Anne. No curse, no pain just Anne, sleeping peacefully while her tiny head would rest on Ominis shoulder as he was  nestled up almost like a cat. Eleonora’s long blonde hair would tickle his nose as he often found himself using her soft curls as a pillow. They always smelled so good it wasn’t his fault they felt so comfy.

Instinctively Sebastian brushed off some of her blonde strands that were framing her face, very carefully as if she was made of porcelain. Her long blonde curls that once were left wild and free were now tied up in that blue ribbon he gifted her almost two years ago.

“You keep wearing it all the time mh?”

He mumbled softly more to himself than to her. The soft blue satin fabric was a bit smudged near the knot after years of wearing it every day, that’s what happens with the things you love most isn’t it? They change. 

Sebastian always questioned why she would refuse to buy another one, a prettier one maybe made from the most expensive silk with embodied details but she always said that one was just perfect. She loved it.

And he loved how beautiful she looked with it. He loved the way it always made her eyes stand out matching their colour, he loved how it swayed like a swallowtail when she would rush around the hallways late for classes trying to not trip on other students. Swallows are a sign of hope and freedom, he was certain that if she had to be an animal she would be one of them. She was always there trying to see the good side of everything, which in his darker days was both infuriating and yet comforting. It was reassuring  having her slapping some sense in his thick skull sometimes, he couldn’t deny it.

He also loved that, her scolding tone, her stubbornness and resolution whenever he was acting like a complete ass. He loved the way she would ruffle his hair to annoy him, he loved how her soft hands were making him feel butterflies flying around his stomach every damn time…

Sebastian’s chocolate brown eyes were fixed on Eleonora’s delicate face as the sudden realisation hit him like a whole bombarda in his chest.

He was falling in love. No. He was in love. Utterly. Undeniably in love. 

He didn’t realise his face was few centimetres away from hers till now, his lips dangerously close to hers. Before doing something stupid and reckless he pulled away slightly and took a moment to gain his composure, his eyes wandered around the luxurious living room of her family’s manor, the paintings of the Russels were almost staring at him, judging him with their cold gaze.

Who was he trying to fool? He was nobody compared to her family, an orphan living in a cottage with his grumpy uncle, it would never be fair to her. Knowing her parents Eleonora had probably her life planned since day one, as her older sister Ofelia once told him they lived in a golden cage with all comforts but still a cage. It was all doomed from the start so- for now it was better to suppress those feelings. To pretend they never had been there.

For now having her friendship was more than he could hope for, Sebastian looked at the big wood carved clock and checked the time, it was getting pretty late, he sighed and with a soft spoken tone called for her.

“Hey…Birdie”

The world would never want them together, that’s what he was telling himself, yet when he saw those blue eyes and that warm sleepy smile greeting him Sebastian thought that the world could burn or destroy itself in that exact moment.

The world would know Lady Eleonora Russel but Birdie. Birdie was just for him and that was all he needed.

“Birdie? What am I a chicken?”

Eleonora said with a snort while sitting up and stretching a bit letting a yawn escape her lips.

“No more like a goose.”

Sebastian retorted with a cheeky grin. She had no idea of what passed by his mind all the short time she was asleep.

“Ouch- did I snore loud?”

“Terribly. I mistaken you for a troll or something at some point.”

Eleonora laughed at  the statement and crossed her arms in a proud stance. 

“Was I annoying you?”

“Terribly.” Sebastian said faking an exasperated sigh.

“Good. I can consider my mission accomplished then”

She added with a chuckle while they both got up to walk towards the kitchen for stealing a snack or two. Luckily her parents wouldn’t be back till next early morning considering their habit to attend balls and ceremonies  maintaining their high social status connections. That was a relief for the two of them but also for the servitude. The house elves were quite fond of Eleonora, a true ray of sunshine in that toxic household.

The afternoon passed by with their usual playful bantering like any other. It was better pretending nothing happened for Sebastian, it was for the best really.

Was it? Only time would tell. For now they were just fifteen, sitting on the kitchen counter munching a stolen slice of lemon tart while yapping about how they were both convinced Professor Garlick was hiding “special plants” somewhere in the greenhouse. 

It was a normal  spring afternoon during the end of the 19th century.

Flowers were blooming , birds were chirping and the air smelled like clean laundry and soap.

Winter was just a distant thought, none of them could ever imagine how everything  would irreversibly change in few months.

Moments like these would be soon turned into distant faded happy memories but for now…it was all that mattered.

[milaisreading]

hallo!! I really like your writing😆😆

Bisakah kamu membuat reaksi karakter kunci biru jika mereka tahu bahwa CD!yn adalah perempuan? (termasuk dunia 5, BM, Ubers, PXG, JFA, dan dunia.)

Sorry, my english is bad (english is not my first language)😓😓

🌱🩷: So I used Google translate bcs the middle part was written in Indonesian. And as far as I understood, you want me to write how the teams, World 5, and the world might react to Crossdresser!yn being a girl. I hope this was translated correctly. Sure, no problem! Hope u like this🫶🏻

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

Manshine City:

Chris: So, you are a girl?

CD!Yn: Yep!

Chris: Aha... *looks at Nagi, Reo, and Chigiri*

Chigiri, blushing as he avoided eye-contact with YN: WE DIDN'T KNOW, I SWEAR!

Nagi:...

Reo, trying to keep his cool: This is so embarrassing. Explains why I always thought you were too cute for a boy.

CD!Yn: What?

Chris, pulling her behind him: Stay back from my child!

Reo:...

Chigiri:...

Nagi with his Miffy face: Does that mean I can dress you up as a maid?

Chigiri starts nose bleeding, Reo is scolding him, while Yn tries to leave the place.

Chris: 20 laps around the facility, Nagi!

Ubers:

Snuffy: So, only Barou knew about this?

CD!Yn: Well, him, Isagi, Ego-san, and Teieri-san.

Barou is in the corner getting rinsed by Oliver and Sendou on why he didn't tell them.

Oliver: You mean I might have had a shot?

Sendou: So the whole time I was crushing on a real girl?! *blush intensifies*

Niko had already fainted in another corner while Aryu was uncharacteristically silent as he stared at her.

Snuffy: Lorenzo, keep Yn away from these guys.

Lorenzo, already escorting her out: Let's go and get something to eat

CD!Yn: Ok? Did Aryu just faint?!

BM:

Kaiser: There is no way you are a girl! You are flat!-

Noa ends up bonking him on the head.

CD!Yn: And you have rat hair! *embarrassed*

Noa: And you knew this, Isagi?

Isagi, who was trying his best to calm Kurona down: She told me so during our 2nd selection process.

CD!Yn: True! Yukimiya, you haven't blinked once during this whole ordeal.

Yukimiya, in an attempt to rebuke it blinked once: I did! By the way, we can model together.

Hiori, acting like her bodyguard along with Kunigami and Gagamaru

Gagamaru: We will protect you from unwanted attention!

Kunigmai: Just stay around us.

Hiori: Yes! Don't worry, you are in good hands!

CD!Yn: Thank you!

Ness is meanwhile in a corner, recalling that one time he nearly walked in on Yn showering: AHHH! THIS IS ALL A MESS!

Kurona, after finally calming down: either guy or girl, Yn is still the cutest

Isagi: Very true!

PXG:

Charles: Still would date you!

CD!Yn: Date?! Aren't you disgusted I lied?!

Charles: Nope *pulls her into a hug* I still admire your abilities as a midfielder. Besides, I always had a thing for tall girls!

Yn starts blushing more as Ri and Karasu attempt to pull her away.

Rin, unsure about his own feelings for Yn now: Get off of her, you leach!

Karasu, still trying to comprehend he shared a room with a girl: She has her personal space! Let her go.

Charles: No~

CD!YN: C-calm down everyone!

Shidou is meanwhile excited by the idea that he got beat up by a girl once. Tokimitsu is trying to comprehend everything to the best of his abilities.

Tokimitsu: Girl or not, she is still our captain. Tho, I think she would look really cute in a dress *blushes*

Barcha:

Lavinho, absent-mindedly pats her head: Aha... well, that is quite the surprise you made for us, little lady.

CD!Yn: Yeah, sorry about keeping it a secret.

Otoya, slides next to her and put an arm around her shoulder: So, wanna go out? I know the perfect spot around here

Bachira, pouting and trying to pull Yn away: Get your dirty hands off of her, playboy!

Lavinho: You both leave her alone!

JFA was meanwhile calling Anri and Ego on every phone available. The calls varied either between scolding them for keeping this a secret, or offering to transfer Yn into the female national team.

Ego: Absolutely not! She is not leaving this facility and the JFA can't demand that either.

Anri: Yep! Yep! Besides, we will have now a person more to help with practices!

World 5:

Loki: So you are a girl?

CD!Yn: Yes, you took this surprisingly well.

Loki, blushing a little: Well, it was weirder to me that you showed much more empathy to my situation than the rest. This is very mild.

Pablo and Adam are meanwhile in a corner thinking of ideas to protect her from the boys on her team.

Dada: Don't worry, little lady. We will protect you in case this causes you trouble

CD!Yn: Huh? But I don't need protection-

Luna, pats her on the head: If anyone says anything, we will shut them up. Now, what did you say about your parents forcing you into this?

Pablo: I need addresses and names

Adam: Preferably now

CD!Yn gulps in fear as she saw the dark shadows looming over the World 5.

CD!Yn, thinking: should have kept my mouth shut

The rest of the world was either shocked or not that much surprised. The rest of the week is either spent on trying to figure out how Yn was outperforming the rest, while the other part was arguing over who would be the better boyfriend for her.

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PROMISE

⤷ JAMES B. “BUCKY” BARNES

ᯓ★ Pairing: James B. “Bucky” Barnes x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, action and tiny bit of fluff, angst

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ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 4k

ᯓ★ TW(s): reader tells Bucky that she wants him dead, swear words, depressed Bucky (?), reader gets shot so blood, coma

ᯓ★ Timeline: after CACW but everyone lives "happily" at the compound.

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ᯓ★ I realized I suck at writing enemies to lovers so yeah, sorry if this sucks since it's like a one-sided enemy thing (?), it's more like hate to love, and also, sorry for the wait <3

The Winter Solider, the man who killed your parents, the man whose life you wish to take even if doing so made you a killer.

The man who's living in your house and chatting with your friend, Natasha.

"If you keep glaring at him like that you'll burn holes in his head." Tony says as he sits next to you on the couch.

"I hope I do." You say as you sip your coffee, you hear your twin sigh.

"Listen, Y/N, I like having him here as much as you do and I know how much you hate him, hell, I hate him the same." Tony takes a deep breath, "But he was being brainwashed when he did what he did, you know that."

You look down. You know that it wasn't Bucky who killed your parents, you know that the man responsible for that is the Winter Soldier but Bucky is the Winter Soldier. How can everyone be so calm about it? Anyone could walk in the room at any moment, say a few Russian words and the man now holding a book in his right hand will use it to smash someone's head.

"I know." Is the only thing you say before standing up and walking out of the room, past Natasha and Bucky who are talking in Russian.

"Y/N" Natasha calls you and you turn around. "Will you be one of us for tonight's movie night?"

The Avengers' movie nights, where everyone sat in the cinema room to watch movies, if you remember correctly it would be Wanda's turn to choose them tonight, you and her always had similar taste in movies so it would be an enjoyable night with your dearest friends.

You were going to say yes, but then your eyes met Bucky's and it reminded you that he'd be there too.

You can barely stay in the same room as him during training or meals, the times where you're forces to share your space with him, but when you can choose to stay away from him, that's exactly what you do.

"No, I think I'll go to sleep early." Bucky looks down at your words, he knows that he's the reason you're isolating yourself more and more everyday, but there isn't much he can do.

He already apologized to Tony and you, he's even seeing a therapist now (that was Tony's condition to make him stay at the compound), he feels himself getting better and better everyday.

Especially knowing that Tony is searching for a way to erase completely the brainwashing from his mind, so that there'll be no way to turn him back in the Winter Soldier.

He looks at you as you walk away, knowing that there's nothing he can do to make you stop hating him when even he hates himself.

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You sit against a tree outside the compound, sipping a beer while deep in thought, but you still hear the faint footsteps approaching you from behind.

You recognize them immediately, since you have spent the last months avoiding them.

"Why are you here?" You ask harshly as you finish your beer.

"Wanda is making us watch Kate & Leopold for the fourth time, I couldn't take it anymore." He chuckles, standing next to your sitting form.

"She made me watch Australia ten times at least, but can't really blame her." You say with a small smile. Usually you would've already walked away from Bucky but the five beers you have already drank altered your mind.

"For the actor that starred in them?" You nod at his words.

"She's already excited for his new movie next year, Great Showman or something like that." You shrug your shoulders, trying to take another sip of beer but the bottle is empty.

"Here." He hands you an opened beer bottle and only then you notice that he has two in his hands.

Did he bring one for you only?

"You didn't poison this, did you?" You try to ignore the pain that flashes in his eyes at your words.

"I would never do that." He says, sitting down next to you, "Listen, I already apologized to you and Tony, what else do you want me to do?!" His voice is calm and this makes you even angrier at him.

You have been holding back your feelings for him for way too longs and the fact that you're also drunk makes you finally snap.

"To fucking die!" You yell at him, the bottle in your hand slips and hits the grass, shattering in tiny sharp pieces.

You don't even realize that there are tears coming out of your cheeks, running along your cheeks and then fall off your chin.

"Then kill me!" He takes a gun from the inside pocket of his jacket and puts it on your hands, your fingers immediately adapting to the familiar weight and your index finds its place on the trigger.

Bucky brings your armed hand against his chest and presses the gun against his body, "Kill me, because I swear to God, there's no one who wants me dead as much as I do."

Your eyes widen and suddenly you see the pain in his eyes, in his voice, in him.

"Do a favor to everyone on this fucking planet and kill me, please." His voice cracks at the last word and you see unshed tears in his eyes.

You have never thought about it like this, you were too focused on your own pain that you didn't even think that, maybe, he was in pain too.

Having to live with the memory of every person who he has killed, does he see blood on his hands everytime he looks at them?

"I...I..." Your eyes move quickly from his face to the gun in your hand, against his chest, right over his heart.

The heart you thought he didn't have, but now you understand that he does have a heart, a heart so fragile that it could break any moment if handled too roughly.

James Barnes does have a heart, one covered in scars and bandages and you don't want to be the one to add the final scar, the one that would shatter his injured heart completely.

The moon rays hit his blue eyes, making them almost magical.

"I know I don't deserve to live, I already tell myself that every night." A single tear runs down his beautiful left eye.

"T-That's not what I..." You stutter as you look at the broken man in front of you, how did you not realize it sooner?

Bucky hates himself for being the Winter Soldier as much as you do, if not more.

"I can't do it." You say as you stand up and drop the gun to the ground next to him.

"Isn't this what you've always wanted?" He says as he looks up at you, his eyes, big and glossy, remind you of a lost puppy that just wants to be comforted.

"I may have been wrong all this time." You look down at him, then glance at the gun by his side, "Don't do anything stupid with that, Steve would be sad." It's the excuse you give both him and yourself before walking inside the compound.

Once inside you turn around and see him hitting the tree with his right hand, you are too far away to understand what he's saying but he looks like he's crying.

"What happened to Barnes?" Tony's voice asks you from behind, you turn around and see him coming out of the cinema room, behind him you can see end credits rolling on the big screen.

"I don't know." You simply say before walking towards your room on the second floor.

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"What?! Have you gone mad?!" You look shocked at Steve and Tony, surprised that a plan as stupid as that came out of the two of them.

"You have to look past your personal problems, Y/N." Steve scolds you with a frown and if there is one thing that Captain America is good at, is making people feel guilty.

Like that one time you accidentally ate one of his yogurts and he looked so disappointed that you bought him twenty of them as an apology.

"This would be a great way to gain intel of this criminal organization who is selling weapons." Tony says, leaning back against his chair.

"And you think that sending me undercover with Bucky to a masked party in downtown Manhattan will help us?" You scoff at his words, crossing your arms over your chest.

You glance at Bucky, he has been silent during all the length of the meeting.

"We are sending you two because you are the only people who we trust enough to do it and because you have the last chances of being recognized." Steve explains, calmly as always, "People don't know Bucky's face, they may know yours, but we have masks that can make people see your features in other ways."

"With my technology we could make people see him bald." Tony points at Bucky, he looks up and touches his hair.

"I like my hair." He simply says, glancing awkwardly at you. Things between you two have been even more awkward than before after what happened under the tree two weeks ago.

"Fine, I'll do it." You scoff and stand up, Tony claps his hands together.

"Great, you already have a stunning dress waiting for you in your room, the party is in three hours." Your brother says.

"Three hours?!" You and Bucky say at the same time, you could get physically ready quickly but you needed your time getting mentally ready to spend a whole evening with Bucky glued to your hip.

"Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Jones." Tony says, handing you and Bucky an invite each.

"How did you get these?" Bucky asks.

"They're fake, obviously, but anyone who will look at them won't understand it because I did it." He says, showing off his ego.

Two hours and half later, you're walking outside the compound in a shiny designer black dress, already wearing Tony's mask which makes you completely unrecognizable to everyone else but Bucky apparently.

“You look…beautiful.” Bucky says as he looks at you, he too is wearing a designer black suit and it looks ridiculously good on him.

“Thank you…” You give him a small smile, “You don’t look too bad either.”

He smiles and looks down at himself, "Shall we go?", he hopes the car door for you and closes it once you're sat inside.

"So our cover is this: we've been married for five years and are secretly the owners of a large weapon-making industry, which is so secret no one has ever heard of it." You repeat to Bucky as he starts the car, drivinig out of the compound's garage.

"That's what they told us, yes." He nods.

"But we need more backstory if we want to do it correctly." You sigh, why didn't Tony write a full script for you two? He usually prefers to have every single backstory detail already organized in case of emergency, "Let's say…We met when we were twenty, it was love at first sight and…Oh yes! Our families didn't approve of us so we got separated and then we ran away five years ago and we got married!"

Bucky glances at you briefly before turning his eyes back on the road, "Are you sure we need all these details? I don't think anyone will ask us this type of things."

"Bucky, this is a party in downtown Manhattan, I have been invited to those kinda party before…" You look at him in disbelief, "Can you even imagine how noesy the people that attend those parties are? They live for drama, and they want every single detail."

"So you too?" He grins, "you too are noesy since you attend those parties."

"Oh, I'm the noesiest of them all, that's why I'm tellying you that we need to be really good with our acting." You turn your eyes on the road too, suddenly realizying that you called him Bucky earlier and not by his last name like you usually do, "So we need to act like we're deeply in love."

"That won't be hard." He smiles, "I've always been a great actor."

"Why don't I have trouble believing that?" You chuckle, leaning against your seat more relaxed, looking out the car window.

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"Oh you two are so cute." An old woman says as she looks at me and Bucky: his arm is wrapped around your waist while the other hold a glass of champagne, there's a mask similar to the one you are wearing on his face.

"Thank you, ma'am." You reply politely, it only takes you one glance at her to understand that she's the one hosting the party and so is the most powerful person in the room, for the moment at least. "Your dress is gorgeous."

"Oh dear, I see you have extraordinary taste…" She glances at Bucky, "But I should've understood that just by looking at your husband."

"He is handsome isn't he?" You smile, glancing at Bucky, you don't know what Tony's mask is making her see but with the mask or not, Bucky is indeed one of the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on.

"Oh but I think my wife here is ten times more beautiful than me." Bucky gives you hip a playful squeeze, kissing your cheek.

"I see that you are still in the honeymoon phase." The woman chuckles. "How long have you been married?"

"It'll soon be our fifth anniversary." You smile at her, taking a sip of your champagne.

"Adorable, and what does your work consist of?" She asks, arching a brow. There are more than one hundred people at the party, it doesn't surprise you that she doesn't remember all of them and thanks to this she can't really remember if she really invited you or not.

"We produce weapons." Bucky explains, "We're new to the industry, so we were really happy when we received your invitation, it isn't every day that you receive an invitation by Miss Lond." You smile at his words, he understood one of the basic rules of parties: always flatter the host.

Miss Long chuckles, hiding the lower part of her face that isn't hiding behind the mask behind her fan, "Please follow me, I'll introduce you to some of my dearest friends."

During the rest of the night the microphone you're wearing gathers all the information for you and the party is going smoothly...Too smooth.

"I have a strange feeling." Bucky says as you two stand on the side of the dance floor.

"Yeah, me too, this mission is going too smoothly." Your attention is taken by the noise of a microphone being turned on and then you see Miss Lond walk on the small stage at the center of the room.

"My dear guests, I'm really glad you could make it here, I hope you are enjoying the party." The woman starts, "I hope to make it more interesting by starting a treasure hunt."

Murmurs emerge from the room and people look at her confused.

"We should go." Bucky whispers in your ear, you nod and hold his hand as he walks in front of you towards the exit.

"We have special guests here...Y/N Stark and The Winter Soldier!" After her words all the lights in the room - literally - point at you two.

"Well, no need to hide anymore." You say as you take the mask off, the same does Bucky. He reaches for the gun in his jacket and you for the bracelet that Tony gave you, which quickly turns into something similar to his Iron Man suit but that only covers your arm.

"I'll give five million dollars to whoever will bring them to me! Dead or alive, it doesn't matter!" She laugh in the microphone.

The air crackles with tension as you and Bucky stand back-to-back, encircled by a sea of armed enemies. Your pulse quickens, but you steady your breathing, fingers brushing the edge of the wrist-mounted device Tony gave you. It's not a full suit, but it’s packed with enough tech to keep you alive — and dangerous.

Bucky’s voice is low and steady behind you. "First time fighting a small army?"

"First time fighting with you," you reply, flicking the device on. A translucent energy shield springs to life on your left arm, while the right crackles with an electric charge, ready to strike.

"Stick close, then," he says, a hint of a grin in his tone. "I'll cover you."

The first wave rushes in, and the chaos begins.

You pivot just as a gunman fires, your shield absorbing the bullets with a flickering hum. With a swift movement, you deactivate it and thrust your right hand forward, sending a burst of electricity into the attacker. He convulses and drops, but there’s no time to celebrate.

Bucky is a blur beside you, his metal arm a deadly weapon as he blocks a knife strike and counters with a bone-shattering punch. His movements are fluid, precise, like he’s done this a thousand times before.

But it’s the first for you.

Two more rush at you, and instinct kicks in. You duck low, shield reactivating just in time to block a swinging blade. With a sharp twist, you bash the shield into the attacker’s face, then spin and release a concussive blast from your device, sending the other flying.

"Not bad," Bucky grunts, catching a gunman by the throat and slamming him into the ground. "But keep your guard up."

"Thanks for the tip," you shoot back, dodging a hail of bullets and firing a stun charge in return. The shooter drops, twitching.

The two of you are able to get out of the room, "Wait!" Bucky stops you. You two put tables and chairs and everything you can find in front of the door to gain some time.

The moment you and Bucky burst out onto the open street, you know something’s wrong. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle, and your instincts scream at you to move. You catch a glint of metal on the rooftop: snipers. Without thinking, you lunge toward Bucky.

“Get down!” you shout, raising the energy shield just as the first shot rings out. The bullet ricochets off the shield with a sharp clang, and Bucky turns to you, eyes wide with surprise and something else —concern.

You barely manage a breath before another shot echoes. This one doesn’t bounce off. Pain blossoms in your side, hot and searing. The world blurs as you stumble, the shield flickering out as your strength falters.

“Y/N!” Bucky’s voice is raw, panicked, as he catches you before you hit the ground. His metal arm is solid, grounding you, but it feels like you’re floating—disconnected. The pain is overwhelming, but the look on his face cuts deeper.

“I’m—” you try to speak, but the words catch in your throat, replaced by a choked gasp. You clutch at your side, blood seeping between your fingers.

“Why did you that?!" He yells as he picks you up, quickly running in the car, laying you in the backseats and quickly driving towards the compound.

"Because you deserve to live." You simply say, trying to get a glimpse of him from the backseat, are those tears running down his eyes?

"But not at the cost of your own life!" He shouts, hitting the steering wheel with his fist.

"I'll survive." You stutter, pressing your hand over the wound.

"I sure hope you do so I can kill you myself." He shakes his head.

"I expected a thank you at least, is that how you will repay me for saving your life?" You chuckle, coughing up blood right after.

"I swear when you'll get out of the infirmary of the compound I'll kiss the life out of you."

Your eyes widen at his words and you smile, "I take it as a promise." You say as your eyes slowly close.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Are the last words you hear from him.

Two weeks later

Your eyes slowly open but you have to close them again because of the brightness of the room: you are in the compound's infirmary.

"You're awake." Bucky enters the room just as your eyes get used to the light, "Tony just left to get something to eat, he hasn't left your side since I got you back here."

"What happened to you?" You ask confused as you see his bruised face.

He chuckles and sits on the chair next to your bed, "Tony." He shakes his head, "He got mad at me when you came back unconscious and I almost without a scratch."

"What an asshole." You sigh.

"So, how do you feel?" He asks gently.

"Thirsty." You joke and he immediately hands you a glass of water while he tells you that you have been in coma for two weeks.

"Guess I finally was able to get some sleep." He shakes his head at your joke.

"Jokes like this remind me that you are, in fact, related to Tony." He places the glass back on the bedside table.

"So?" You ask as you raise a brow.

"So what?"

"What about your promise?"

"Which promise?"

"To kiss the life out of me once I'm healed."

"You aren't healed yet."

"Maybe a kiss will heal me."

"I thought you hated me."

"Hate, like, love...They're all so similar." You smirk as he gets closer to you.

"Call me old fashioned, but I usually prefer taking girls out on a date first." His face is so close to yours.

"Call me new fashioned, but I think we don't need a date first since I risked my life for you."

"Promise to go on a fate with me anyway after you get Banner's approval?"

"Promise." His lips are finally on yours and even thought your breath probably stinks because of the two weeks you spent in a come, you couldn't care less because his lips are so soft that you can't focus on anything else.

Until you hear a plate shattering from outside the room.

You and Bucky immediately separate and look at the wall that faces the hallway...Which is completely made of glass.

And right behind that glass stands Tony, with a broken plate and food at his feet, his mouth open wide in shock.

"Oh shit, am I a dead man?" Bucky asks you even though you both can't hold back a laugh.

"BARNES DID YOU JUST KISS MY LITTLE SITER?!"

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[tnt-kokoo]

Notes of a Friend

Samurai!Rin Itoshi x Cowgirl!fem!reader

summary: Rin Itoshi had to flee and ended up in the wild west where he ended up meeting non other than you! Together you try to make the best of the situation and try to get along with eachother while having different use for a certain outlaw (Aiku).

warnings: blood mentioned, fightings, guns mentioned, shooting, gotta make a sad backstory guys, abuse, outlaw!(translator!)Oliver Aiku, jealousy, Aiku third wheeling basically (or walking), Itoshi brother incident but in a different font if you squint!, “y/n” user like once or so, english isn’t my first language!!

wc: too many i don’t have the mentality to count them all

A/N: Midway i thought of cutting this into two parts but then realized i woukd have to write a second part then.

It’s the late 1800 hundreds and slowly the time of the samurais are dying out. Since the Meiji Restoration* most of the infamous samurai’s resigned and started to work for the government as diplomats.

Not Rin Itoshi though.

The stubborn male was still after his last wish. Even if his last dying breath will be heard, he will finish this job. The job referring is to find his only brother and make him feel Rins revenge seething in his veins.

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A small boy about the age of six sitting on the Engawa* of his childhood home. His mother in town to buy ingredients for the awaiting dinner. The boys father on the other hand was teaching his eldest son how to swing the katana correctly. The reddish hair of the eldest resembled their fathers. The son has so many shared traits to the father, that people wonder where Rins part of his DNA was left.

Maybe that’s why the man of the Itoshi household was teaching Sae instead of Rin. At least, that’s what Rin told himself.

So as the smaller boy sat comfortably enjoying the last rays of the sun in his dark blue Kimono, he could only watch his brother and fantasise to be in his position as well.

The boy watched in aw and stood up proudly and swung his imaginary katana like his brother did. He imagined taking his father’s job alongside his brother Sae after their father retired.

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Ten years later and this dream was gone. Exactly like his brother. One night Sae just vanished and took their family’s honour with him.

Now, Rin is after him and makes sure to show him what he deserves. The younger brother’s joy was no longer there and was replaced by the anger to slice his brother’s neck himself.

Sadly this outcome wasn’t what the still young Ronin* had hoped for; now, he’s leaning close to the mountain, pressing his sliced body closer and closer to the stones behind him as he’s breathing heavy. His shaking breath only as silent as a bird in his natural habitat fleeing from trespassing enemies.

His brother, the one who found him, now standing on the other side of the stone wall his brother hid behind.

“Leave. You’re unwanted here and your stupid wishes will never be true.” His brother spat at him. The poison of his words are now deeply rooted at the core of the younger one. “When will you understand that I did that for a reason? That man had to die. I had to murder him. I murdered our father. ” The cold and monotone voice breaking Rins heart further and further.

“What reason could there even be?! You murdered our father!!” With his remaining voice Rin broke down and didn’t even try to impress Sae by holding everything together.

“You. Don’t. Understand.” The red haired boy felt his anger rising and for the first time he let people see the emotion he’s feeling deep down.

Rin wanted to argue but suddenly everything seemed to slow down. The wind hitting the spikes of the mountains were becoming quieter, the soft footsteps of his brothers geta* shoes were non existent to his ears any longer and the only sensation left was from the warm blood warming his near cold body.

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The sun was shining straight down at the Frontier Town*. It was peak season and that meant the highest temperatures straight on the heads of the people travelling for hours on time.

This was no exception for the cowgirl and her soul-horse; the horse she accompanied since its birth and adventured throughout each corner of the west.

At this time of the day everyone was enjoying a cold drink at the salon and so would she. With her strong horse outside next to the water source, she opened the doors and some heads bend to the unfamiliar sound of her boots. Most people took a small look at her long dark leather coat, it looked ripped and worn but they didn’t seem to care enough to ask or worry.

The girl took her cowboy head off as a sign of respect towards the owners of this salon. The steps on the hardwood floor stopped as she reached the counter.

“One Brandy, sir.” She requested and the bartender moved to fulfil her thirst. A few seconds pass and her drink was put right in front of her.

The bandaged hand took the glass and moved it close to the dry lips of the cowgirl and not wasting any more seconds, she drowned the drink down her throat. Her head hung low as she took a deep breath.

“Hard day?” An old man asked beside her. As she looked at him she noticed he wasn’t even looking at her but instead the newspaper. On the side of the news was an freshly written and puplished article:

‘1871 - The Japanese diplomats are here!’

‘The… japanese..?’ she thought as she tried to focus closer to what was written in the font. Suddenly, the guy closed the newspaper and put it away as he stared at the young girls face now.

“You seem worn out for your age, miss” He grinned as the female protagonist gave an airy laugh. “You’re not wrong. Hunting for outlaws takes a lot of energy..” She sighs.

“Well I guess you’re tired but i’ve heard there’s this guy…. Well at least that’s what these damn papers been talking about lately!” He argued with a thick westerner accent as he opened the newspaper back open to show the face of a man. A murderer to be exact.

‘Oliver Aiku - Wanted for robbery and murder - Prize: $1500’

‘Oliver, huh?’ The bounty hunter thought as she found her new toy.

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The sun was setting and the west was calming down from the summer heat. People were preparing themselves to finish up with their work for today and go to sleep but not the cowgirl and her horse. They rode for hours until they finally reached the bay in Saint Denis, which could be called Boomtown* in some aspects.

The bay was packed with ware from all over the world, or at least from where the connections were in stable conditions.

Grabbing the wanted poster back out from her satchel, she read through the description once more.

‘Tall, messy hair, heterochromia…’ The description of the half Swedish man made her think he’d stand out but looking back up to the evening sky lightning the bay for about another hour made her not see someone who would look out of place.

As the female protagonist got off her Mustang, she began walking unnoticed in between the people working there. She went close to the edge and leaned against the wooden railings with her back. Her head was directed in all directions as the wind passes and the strands under her Stetson* hat.

‘Could this be him…?’ she thought as she looked with sharpened eyes directly at some shadowy figure humping away from the docks, following another man.

The shadowy figures hands seemed to be tied up.

‘there’s no way another person caught him already!’

The cowgirl slowly made her way to the hidden person and looked out for any further possible companions of his as well as any Lawman in case there could be a shootout. She just needed that money.

‘Just a few more meters..’

she sped up slightly.

‘andddd.. I got yo-‘ her inner voice vanished as the tall man in front of her was in fact not Oliver Aiku but instead a tall standing, Japanese man with wounds all over him. His skin so soft and pale that it could reflect the moons shone. A grimace stuck to his face as the puzzled look now on his face, directed at you, was shown.

Suddenly, a loud feminine yell was heard.

The heads of the two men and you turned to it only to witness the actual criminal you were after. The two eye colored man noticed your stare and pulled his revolver out of his black leader holster.

That was it. The moment which would decide if you were to live and wouldn’t have to worry about your next meal for a few weeks or your end.

His six-shooter pointed directly at you and before you could even pull your own weapon, the wounded man next to you used his chance.

He grabbed the man he was following with his tied hands by the clothes and used him as a shield for you two — or rather just himself — and as soon as the bullet hit the man, he instantly met his end.

You quickly took cover behind a barrel and look to the side, the dead body was laying on the wooden deck as the other guy took the knife tucked away under the material of his yukata and cut his ropes off. He then seemed to search through the yukata of the man for something else.

<Bang> the second shot was heard, and right after the third and the fourth followed. By now the people ran away or had hidden like you behind something. This time you couldn’t act careless since people were near. You couldn’t just shoot back without caring what you hit.

<Click>

The hollowness of the revolver’s cylinder filled the air and the moment you moved your head out from behind the barrel, you saw Aiku panic and throw the empty weapon in your direction.

You instantly whistled and called your horse to you the moment the outlaw ran away. Your strong mustang slowed down as he ran towards you. Not even thinking twice, you climbed into the saddle and grabbed the reins to follow behind the criminal.

Out of nowhere though, a hand hold your leg and stopped your thoughts. It was the turquoise eyed man from earlier. He didn’t even say anything and grabbed himself onto you and the saddle and climbed fast onto the back of the horse, right behind the saddle.

You had no time to question him as you sped up and galloped with your horse through the crowded streets of Saint Denis. Civilians jumping out of your way, stray dogs run away and bark at you and the people riding their own horses or stage coaches just swearing at you for being so ignorant. But you didn’t care; not when a criminal was on the roofs trying to escape from you.

Behind you appeared some masked man, they started shooting and you tried not to get hit by the bullets. Pulling on your horses reins, you managed to make your mustang turn around completely and grabbed your own shotgun and hit each enemy without missing a single bullet.

You don’t want to brag but you definitely were good. But then you turned around and sped up again.

There it was — the end of the houses lining up. He had no other chance other than jumping off and continuing his running on the street. With a tap from behind you were pulled out of your narrowed vision. You glanced at him and he instantly pointed to the front; a train about to leave. If Oliver Aiku manages to catch it, there will be no hope anymore for you.

As expected, the outlaw jumped down and made a run for the train. The sound of the train letting people know it’s about to take off was audible and you tried to fasten your horses speed but annoyingly you darted into a wagon that came out of nowhere from the side. You fell off your horse and hit the ground with a loud crack coming from your shoulder.

‘Damnit! Everything is going to hell in a hand basket*!’

You felt down and wanted to give up but apparently the man you were with had other plans. He grabbed your lasso and took off. His eyes looking for any way to get on the train.

‘There!’ he thought as he saw a free way and a few boxes in front of him. As he ran, he had ignored his pain and jumped on the boxes and took an even bigger jump on the railing of the backside of the very last train wagon. He did it!

Now the dark haired boy squeezed through the people and seats, getting closer and closer to his prey. He was so focused he didn’t even realise his tongue was hanging out. With a few more fast and longs steps he caught up and jumped on the man, using the lasso to hogtie him. The noble people in their seats were disturbed by the sight and some let even a few shocked noises from them but Rin didn’t care, not as long as he had caught the wanted man.

Just as he looked out of the window from his spot, he noticed how the train slowed down and suddenly the brakes shrieked like tortured metal as the train out of nowhere threw the passengers forward in their seats. Rin stabilised himself by quickly moving his legs into a new position, moving within the sudden force and making his movements look elegant while on the other hand the tied Aiku was thrown against the bank of a seat and hit his head — not like Rin would care that much about him though.

The japanese man used his remaining power in his body to get the hogtied criminal out of the train. The criminal was on the turquoise eyes man’s shoulder as he looked from left to right to find out what caused the sudden stop. Then you came on your horse towards the two, quickly pulling your legs into over your horse and jumped off not wasting any more time.

“Thank you, I’ll take him from here” you say as you moved your hands towards the wanted man. Rin though, just stepped back and grimaced towards you.

He said something in another language but you didn’t understand and let a confused ’huh’ out.

“He said; that he needs me himself. ‘You will not get me’ those were his words, girly” Aiku sighed.

“Well tell him, I need to turn you in to get my money.” You grumbled as the sound of the train continuing covered the swearing of the tired half Japanese man.

Translating your demand the taller standing man looked annoyed and just started walking away from you. Aiku looked up to you who was still in your original spot and said something again in Japanese, that made the other halter in his way.

Rin sighed and turned around while you were not sure what just happened to make him rethink his decision.

“I told him that you both can have me I guess… well I can help him reach his goal using me and then you can turn me in; he seems to agree though”

“For what could he possibly use you? To find words to make women turn away from disgust?” You snickered as the now offended man glared at you.

“I have some connections all over the world. He just wants to find someone, it seems.”

You blinked in surprise and thought of the idea.

‘Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea’ you thought and called your horse over. Without exchanging words directly, both of you managed to find place on the horses back while the outlaw was half tied up from his upper body to a long rope which was then tied to the saddle while his legs were free.

‘These damn two. For them I am not even fit to wipe their boots* — or sandals in his case — on’ he thought sarcastically as he realized the major disrespect towards him.

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Hours had passed as the sun began to set. The atmosphere began to get colder and the public became less on the roads. Pulling aside, you got off of your horse and packed out some things which seemed like a mattress made out of cotton. Rin seemed to understand and silently agreed that it would be for the best to take a break and get some sleep. The wanted man on the other hand seemed otherworldly content by the break.

“Yes! I was as dry as a powder horn!*”

Neither of you spared him a glance.

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As the sun began to set and all the beautiful colours painter the sky, you felt the need to get to know the others better.

“You —“ you said looking at Aiku a few meters away, “how come you know english if you are half Swedish and half Japanese?”

“Well I guess I ran away and just learned the english language. Not like it was hard” he smirked at you and tried to brag — it did not work.

“So now you decided to steal and kill for a living? While being soooo smart?” You mocked him sarcastically which made the letter just sighs in disappointment.

“But what I didn’t understood yet was… why is he here?” You asked Aiku and gazed at the quiet man. He seemed to catch on that you were talking about him and waited for the outlaw’s translation. With each word he felt less and less respected.

‘why is she addressing me like she’s disgusted?’ he thought.

“Hey! Tell her that I have a name — It’s Rin Itoshi!”

The translator sucked his swears away and told you the name of your new companion. (He most likely also added some other unnecessary words which Rin doesn’t have to know.)

“Rin?” Said man shuddered as he heard his first name which he wasn’t used to hear; especially from a girl. And yet he didn’t say anything and grumbled. “Somehow that name does not fit with a guy who looks like he’s been sucking on lemons from the very second since i’ve met him!” You and Oliver laughed as he tried his best to compose himself to translate. Of course there was no need for translating that but that man is just so desperate for a reaction he didn’t even care that he was defenceless in case that Rin would try attacking him. Hearing Aiku’s words, he just felt angry he even agreed to Aiku’s idea and came with you instead of taking the outlaw himself and leaving you behind.

He tried to stand up to get himself some fresh water since he’s been feeling pretty sick but the very second he stood halfway up, he began to stumble and fall down.

“Rin!”

You catch him quickly and put a hand over his forehead, it was burning hot and he was sweating like crazy.

“Girly, he’s bleeding through his yukata!” Aiku calmly said. (He still wanted to seem cool and nonchalant even if he did worry a bit about the other guy.)

Now deep into the night, all three of you sit beside the makeshift fire as you, from your own will, tended to Rin’s, from what you’ve learned to be his name, wounds. There was a huge gauge on his abdomen and other than that a few less fatal wounds. He was still acting very sickly, you just hoped he wouldn’t catch a fever; it would most likely mean he had no chance anymore.

After being finally done with patching him up, you turned over and began laying down on the dried grass and sand-corns. You had given your mattress up to Rin and had hoped that he would get better soon so you wouldn’t have to continue looking after all three of you anymore yourself. Oliver Aiku though seemed to have made himself comfortable while being tied next to a rock after he tried the spot next to your horse but the mustang just tried to bit him and made some noises as if he was mocking Aiku.

Somehow after that exhausting day, you just couldn’t manage to sleep even just an ounce. But apparently your companions felt the same as Aiku began to murmur some song lyrics for the night wind to sway the words through the air towards a save haven, away from any harm.

You signed and began following the sound of his voice and whispered the lyrics together with the outlaw. Rin on the other hand didn’t understood a word of the song text but didn’t want to seem like a complete hater (plus he liked the sound of the singing) and used his rough hand to hit his thigh loud enough for all to hear. He still felt sick but enjoyed the moment nonetheless.

‘Waking up’ the next day, you were tired and just as grumpy as Rin on a daily base.

Speaking of him, you looked in his direction and found him gone. The tiredness wore off as you stood abruptly up, waking Oliver in the meantime.

You grabbed a shotgun that was placed next to you before you went to sleep, and took some careful steps around the fireplace that once was bright and warm but now just ashes and memories of worn out people.

<Crack> You turned to the sound and let a sign escape your lips. It was Rin; he had some deer over his shoulder.

‘So he went hunting? Well damn look at how well that guy looks after yesterday!’

You both prepared some meals with the meat and ate it. You being still somewhat sympathetic, had helped the tied outlaw eat his own portion.

And not long after, you three continued your travels towards the big harbour which Rin had apparently mentioned he wanted to go if Oliver had translated well.

Packing everything together, Oliver had a bad feeling and looked around the prairie which was filled with a somewhat rocky terrain. He, for now, let this feeling go and prepared himself for hours of marching further.

If only the others knew about Aiku’s bad feeling since a few kilometres away, there is a group of Bounty hunters after the wanted man. They stood far up and had a good overlook at the small group.

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The sun right above the three heads and the air dry and burning hot. The western summer was warm and the windless air just made it all even more unbearable. And still, the little group continued their travel.

“This damn weather! These flats will cook you alive!” You cuss out loud as the prisoner gave a tired laugh. Rin just had a puzzled look on his face as he turned to Aiku for translation. The letter had just grinned and shook his head in a way of saying ‘it’s not important’. Rin just turned back and kept his annoyed persona.

<Bang> The shot was so loud the animals close all ran away from it. You three look behind and see a larger group of people on horses running towards you. Normally you’d just go away with the prisoner but this time there is no place for another person on the horses back.

You spat out a few curses and grabbed a shotgun from your saddle. You leaned close and waited for the perfect moment as you finally pressed the leaver.

Right then one of them fell dead on the ground, the horse so spooked it ran in a completely different direction.

One of the bounty hunters grabbed his own gun and fired at you. Without any safety you took a couple of aide steps and reloaded.

Four more with each a weapon against you. It was unfair.

As they continued to come closer and continued their shooting, your horse got even more uneasy and began to get whinny.

Rin got off and tried to pull you back towards your horse with his rough and yet still soft hands. He then yelled something at you to which you just stayed still in your position and continued to shoot.

Two more fell dead as the remaining two were now so close, that your riffle was basically useless.

“Y’know girly, in this case i wouldn’t mind running after that damn bastard horse of yours!” You looked at his distressed expression and froze with the responsibility of all your lives.

‘I want to move but … I cant?! Why can’t I move?!! Why is it all happening again??’

‘This damn girl! Her spirit leaks like an untempered blade!’ Rin thought as he pulled his own katana from somewhere. The moment the enemies came closer, Rin prepared his swing with his blade and then slight across the first horses front leg. The sudden pain the warhorse received, it couldn’t help but let a scream out and fell to his knees. With the high speed from it, the rider fell head first to the ground and the impact killed him right then and there.

Aiku in the back meanwhile, tried his best to protect himself and tried to hide behind your horse who had enough self respect to try to hit him with his back hooves. It was very clear that neither liked the other.

Rin moved quickly and grabbed the revolver from the dead man and fired hastily at the last bounty hunter.

They all laid there. Dead.

And meanwhile Rin just breathed heavily and moved his head to you; you still stood there in the very same spot. You seemed scared and frozen, your body slightly shuddering under the pressure of your memories reviving inside you.

“Onore*!”

The tall Japanese marched towards you and roared something you didn’t understand.

The tied up man then moved closer to you two followed by your companion, your horse, and spit on the ground. “Y’know if it weren’t for him, we’d be dead meat.” the half Japanese - half Swedish man grumbled. Even he looked mad.

“I am sorry.. please forgive me..” you pleaded in a whisper. Even if Rin couldn’t speak english, he knew enough from your expression that you’re sorry for not acting right and listening to them.

Not even letting you know if your apology was taken in consideration, the earlier agitated man went back to the horse and put his Katana somewhere under the saddle. Be walked back but didn’t stop at you but instead at something behind you; it was the horse he had caused to fall and die as well with his rider earlier. He squatted down and whispered his apologies.

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The fire’s crispy flames echoed through the darkness of the second night. This time no one seemed to say anything. There was no jokes heard, no annoyed mumbles from the ronin, not even your horse biting Aiku.

Aiku himself was just feeling down and we’re definitely not going to talk about Rin — he turned his back away from you. He didn’t even let you change his bandages from his wounds.

“…”

The wind blew and the tumbleweeds continued following the direction the wind made them roll.

“Aiku?..” you spoke, “Can you translate something f’me?” He looked at you and nooded. This time he felt like it was important to transmit your regrets and the deep meanings of your coming words.

After you continued with your words, Aiku began to think of the words he would choose. He tried to carefully select the right words for Rin.

“Rin.” He didn’t look, he still continued to show his back. “She said; she didn’t mean to neglect the responsibility of keeping us all safe.”

When he felt like the samurai was listening he continued with the next sentences you’ve begged him to translate. With every word from your past, the tears fell from your eyes, to your cheeks and then down on the dry ground.

“When she was younger, she lived with her mother and her abusive step father..” after each careful translation he paused and waited for you to sob the words out. “ Her father died after going hunting with her and the people from her old town called her a wrench; the reason why her father was dead. To them she was evil.”

You continued with the story, “Please.. tell him that my mother was forced to stay with him.. tell him that he beat her and me and tell him.. “

You broke your sentence trying to regain your voice to tell the last part of the story.

“Tell him that I murdered my father.”

Carefully Aiku translated. And bam! Rin’s eyes widened as he heard that, the rest of Aiku’s words were lost and blurred in his mind as the very same words spoken repeated in his minds countless of times. These words felt similar, so so similar. Then he thought back to the last time he and his brother talked. Right before Sae sold his body to work for the people in the west as a slave — the whole reason why he was even on that boat and met you.

Slowly he used his elbow to push his body up. His other hand gripping the dirt which did not spend any sort of hold since the dirt and sand just fell from in between his fingers and the sides of his hands. The uncomfortable feeling of dirt now under his finger nails but Rin just ignored it. He only wanted to hear more of the story; he wanted to understand.

His whole body shaking as he started to hear the words again.

“Her mother tried protecting her and told her to run away but she didn’t listen.. she couldn’t because her body froze” Aiku explained as he then realised something and added to his translation, “That’s why she also froze back there y’know? She was scared not just for herself but also for us.”

Slowly he turned his head and just then realised how hard you were fighting to keep it together.

“Her father choked her mother and her lifeless body just laid there, in front of her.” Aiku looked at you and if he were freed from the ropes he’d comfort you.

“She quickly hid in the wardrobe and there she found her father’s revolver.” Aiku translated but Rin only looked at you and watched as you stood up and made your way to your horse, you grabbed deep into the side saddle and pulled out a visibly unused revolver.

‘Is that the gun she used to murder him..?’

Was his first thought, followed by,

‘Oh.’

you didn’t say anything anymore and walked away. Your horse following close behind and in all means, Aiku, who was still tied to the horses saddle, came along as well. Rin was now left in his mind and he knew he couldn’t just act like this conversation never happened.

But the younger Itoshi also thought about his brother’s words.

‘He said I didn’t understand and maybe he was right. I didn’t just care to listen’

He thought back to the short time he had spend with you but somehow he didn’t wanted it to end like it did with his brother. But why was that?

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The next morning came with the very first lights and no one had mentioned the night before.

All of them were in their usual positions. You in the saddle, Rin behind the saddle but instead of holding himself on the saddle like he usually would, he tried to hold your sides with his trembling hands, and Aiku who, this time willingly as a surprise, walking beside the horse.

The time around noon hit and you finally reached another halt. It was a somewhat nowhere-town.

“I thin’ my pigs are flyin’! Are you guys f’real here or am I going crazy?!” An old man asked. He lost most of his teeth and mumbled some pretty bizarre words.

“You always were crazy, old man!” A woman way younger than him appeared and welcomed the group into their town. Neither seemed to care about the bound outlaw in the back.

You got off your horse and let it drink from a water source. Remembering something, you went back to the woman and asked “Sorry miss but, where is the grand harbour? My…. companion..? is searching for it” You asked

“The grand harbour? Well it ain’t a long way anymore i guess? It’s about a day more and you’ve reached Blackwater!”

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The day seemed to pass by in an instant as the group, still without talking, spend their day inside the local bar. Even Aiku was allowed to come inside and enjoy a cold glass of whiskey (of course while still being tied and under Rin’s watch).

You decided it was best to go out for a walk. I mean, it was calm and the town was pretty packed so therefore you didn’t think of any more bounty hunters coming after you.

As you started your walk and ended up in some fields, Rin also noticed your absence. Surprisingly it took him long since for the last couple of hours you were all he could think about and watch.

He looked around the bar and saw a drunk Oliver Aiku waiting for his next drink. The moment a woman he flirted with tried to help him drink his alcohol, he was suddenly pulled away by non other than the Japanese samurai, asking him where you went.

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The wind moves the field softly as the sound of it lulls you into a calming state. You haven’t talked to the guys the whole day but you should. You felt like you shouldn’t let this just end like this.

“Y/n.” you heard and hastily turned to the voice behind you. You hadn’t had heard him but no wonder, really. He was a samurai and you suppose they are supposed to be quiet after what you’ve heard from Aiku since that guy never stops talking.

This was also probably the first time that Rin had ever said your name — you weren’t even sure he knew what it was.

“Rin? Uhm.. Not sure if you even understand but what are you doing here?” you questioned.

Even if the samurai looked away and didn’t notice your confused look he still seemed to understand what you tried to ask.

“Uh, sorry..” he apologised and you stepped back in shock.

Rin tried to find the words he heard you and the wanted outlaw always used on the travels to form sentences.

“I.. uh..” he found no words good enough to express his feelings and yes, he heard your apology and yes, he memorised each word you’ve used but it still didn’t feel like Rin to use them after you were the one who uttered them to him. So that’s why he decided to show his apology the way he knew how to; and that was to kneel.

He fell to the ground and you gasped as you didn’t know what to do.

He felt extremely sorry and hoped you could forgive him. The spiky stones on the ground were sharp enough for him to feel it even through his dark blue yukata. And he felt like that pain is what he deserved for being such an asshole towards you.

Soon he felt soft hands; your hands. You put your hands on his shoulders and yet you didn’t squeeze. You just laid your hands on him like you are saying ‘it’s okay’.

As Rin looked up, he saw you smiling at me and whisper some words he didn’t understand.

From his kneeling position he quickly sprung towards you and hugged you close. Even if that surprised you, you were glad that he didn’t hated you. After what felt like an eternity, both of you slowly stood up but neither wanted to go back just yet and then the turquoise eyed man pulled his katana out.

You looked confused but then he shoved it into your hands. Quickly declining whatever he wanted you to do, he just tried further for you to hold his blade. And the moment you accepted it, he went to stand behind you.

His muscular chest was pressed tight against you and Rin winced a bit still feeling the pain from his wound but he didn’t care as long as he felt the proximity of you two’s bodies.

You hasped quietly and felt the Itoshi’s hands above your own, they guided you and made you follow the movements he demonstrated.

Was he teaching you how to use his blade?

Continuing with the movements, you slowly began to understand and tried on your own as his took a step back. His eyes gilled with something unexplainable but he thought that whatever he felt towards you was definitely correct.

With the finishing swing you turned around to see what your teacher would say but instead he went in to kiss you. It had shocked both of you but after processing what happened, both had went in again and this time the kiss deepened.

Time seemed to slow down and all of your problems went away as the wind guided your hair as a privacy cover for whoever would be watching you two.

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The next morning you awoke to birds chirping outside the hotels room. After days of travelling, the group had finally gotten sleep on beds (well except for Aiku since that blacked out criminal was bound to some fence in the horse stalls).

You tried to move your body but you felt something heavy on your body. It was Rin. He had cuddled close to you while sleeping and right then you remembered everything that had happened since the night before. You felt safe, loved and understood and it was all thanks to the man that somehow came into your life.

As the beams of the sun shone through the window, your samurai awoke and pressed his face into you. It felt unreal but still good. But then you remembered something… just a few more hours of travelling and you’d reach the harbour. That would mean that your Rin was going back to his own home, somewhere where you didn’t belong.

You thought of ideas to not lose him, not now but when you felt Rin kiss your shoulder you knew he also didn’t belong here either. He was stolen of his life in Japan as he was bought over as a slave. You shouldn’t be selfish and keep him bound to you.

You look at him one last time before closing your eyes once again.

“Yoooo! Guys that was so disrespectful of you to keep me with that bastard horse and his friends!”

‘How did he come in here’ you both thought while having a blank face. You sighed and opened the door while wearing your undergarments you’ve slept in.

“Oh- oh?” the outlaw smirked and then looked behind you only to see the glare he received from Rin.

“Let’s continue travelling.” You demanded.

And got ready while then climbing back into your saddle but then you had a better idea.

You climbed in the back of your horse and waited for Rin to climb into the saddle. He didn’t seem to understand but Aiku grinned and mocked the samurai “Samurai boy is going to learn how to ride”. The turquoise eyed ronin looked in between you and Aiku and looked nervous at the saddle but the moment he looked back at you, he calmed down again.

Like the day before, you used your hands to hold Rin’s and guided them the way you would hold the reins. Slowly he seemed to get the hang of it and tried to ho a bit faster only to get pulled out of his daydream by an annoyed Aiku cursing at Rin for not caring about the fact that he’s still running after the horse.

“So what have you and the ronin done last night?” Aiku fastened his walk and looked up to you.

“Ronin..?” you questioned as Aiku explained that Rin used to have a famous ex samurai teacher who passed on. He was his master. Thought him about stuff like laido*, jujutsu* or stuff like bushido* or seppuku*. So he pretty much thought Rin all the basic knowledge of being a samurai.

Tin hearing all these familiar words seemed to understand what they were talking about and just sighed, remembering the time with his old mentor. But that didn’t stop him from actually enjoying their presences.

This dynamic was what made the few hours on the way bearable and it was so fun with them that non had a clue what time it was or how much more they would have to walk. But sadly that great time was interrupted by a wagon driving towards you.

‘A wagon..?’ you thought and looked to the front where houses where colouring the horizon, signalising their arrival.

So that’s the end, huh? After this you would go back to your normal bounty hinter job and die a sad, sad death by getting shot? You wouldn’t hear Aiku complain or make jokes? No more Aiku and your horse hating eachother? And the most important thing; you wouldn’t see Rin again.

“That’s it guys.” Oliver tried to sound happy but even he felt down. He knew Rin would get on one of these boats and he would be handed over to the sheriff’s. It was fate. The whole reason their travel even started.

You and Rin had gotten off of your horse and went with Aiku to some old, questionable guy next to an equally old boat.

“Ayyy captain, missed me?!” the outlaw asked.

“No.” That man said and turned back to his boat.

Behind the hurt Aiku stood you with your samurai and looked at eachother, understanding that these two did not have a good past together probably.

“C’monnn old geezer.. don’t be like that”

“Well can I remind you that you flirted with my wife AFTER you knew she was married to me??!”

“Damnit old man, don’t act like you don’t love me…. your wife sure did!” Aiku joked which only resulted in the strange man pulling out a knife and threatening the outlaw.

“Woah, woah! Why don’t we calm down?” You deescalated the situation.

After explaining why you guys were here, the man, which you found out goes by the name of Fitz, agreed to take a passenger with him.

Rin had a chance now to go back home. To his old life.

You hugged him close and couldn’t help the tears escaping your eyes. Even if you two knew eachother for less than an month and not speaking eachothers language, it felt brutal letting him go now.

Rin in the meantime clawed your clothes to try to make you melt into him so he could have you by his side — or rather in his side — forever.

Aiku even went to Rin and if he could, he would pat the younger boys shoulder. But he guessed for now that some inspirational words would do the job.

“Bye Rin.. I love you” you smiled and with each second the frown took more and more over your smile. As you watched the man you loved on the boat behind the railing.

The samurai felt guilty. He didn’t wanted to be the reason for your tears yet again. He couldn’t handle seeing you cry any longer so he took a couple of steps back and looked back just one more time as the ship moved further and further away from the docks.

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“So it’s just us now girly, huh?” Aiku asked as he was lying sideways on your horse. To him this was still better than walking next to the bastard.

“I guess so…” You answered. Somehow it didn’t feel right delivering your newfound friend to the sheriff so you haltered in your way and got off. You pulled Aiku down and laid him on the ground.

You pulled your knife out from under your clothes somewhere and cut the ropes that started to feel like a second skin to the guy.

“Oh wow not even a day without your boyfriend and you already moved on? I call that smart” He joked and you knew that because after all he still had somewhat respect for you.

“I guess you can go now.. y’know like be free again and get yourself caught by another bounty hunter because i can’t hand you over, even if you would pay for my future years.” You said truthfully and continued to a murmur at the last part.

Stretching his arms Aiku felt content by your words. “Nah, I can’t leave that damn horse and neither you I guess” he shrugged now that he could move his arms. You shoved him and started laughing until a sudden gunshot was aired to the sky. You look towards the group who fired and your remaining companion seemed to know them.

“Oh y’know it would be a good idea for you to run now” He shoved you towards your horse. You looked at him confused until you saw actual worry clouding his face. You didn’t even question it as he climbed on and sat behind you and took the reins from your hands and wasted no second to make the horse gallop as fast as it could.

“Who are they?!” you demanded to know.

“I was a part of their gang until I stole some things from them. It’s a long story but we need to get away NOW!” He yelled.

Aiku could swear that he would go to hell for the amount of trouble he had caused and he knew that but for now all he wanted was you save.

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Meanwhile Rin looked down at the water he was moving on. It felt like a bad dream just going now.

Somehow he thought of his brother again. He thought back to the conversation you had a while back and the one he had with Sae and suddenly, he remembered a long lost memory.

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“Sae-nii?! Are you okay??” A small boy around the age of nine asked. His older brother just got beaten again by their father. Yes, again.

It was common for it to happen but it somehow always was just Sae he hit.

“Yes Rin, just go back and play. Okay?” The red haired boy requested as he wiped his bloody nose.

In truth, the older brother had always protected the younger one. He knew that their father would kill Rin if he wouldn’t protect him. It was what worried him the most so that’s why, he trained every day for hours with the katana.

Sometimes he would only get a lecture even if he did not do anything nor Rin. Most of the times that old man was just drunk and a danger to everyone.

He knew their mother knew of his behaviour but didn’t react. If it was out of fear or some really twisted live for him, he didn’t know. But what he knew was, it had to stop.

“MURDERER!!” Someone yelled. Saw Itoshi didn’t care enough to find out who called him such. The time came and the man of the Itoshi household was brutally killed by his eldest son.

He knew the villagers would hang him for that but he didn’t care. He remembered his father’s words.

‘Shi ni itaru yamai wa nai’

So with that he stopped fearing his death and just accepted it would happen one day but he also knew that it wasn’t today.

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This memory made him realise why Sae would have murdered their father. He always seemed to not have noticed as much as he should have and should have just ran away with the red haired brother but it’s too late for that now and he knows that now.

But he’s not risking this mistake again. He will be there with you, for you. But he has to go back somehow and that old geezer didn’t seem to under him or would want to since he came with Oliver Aiku. So therefore he did the only acceptable thing. He searched for the small safety boat and cut the ropes it hang from with his katana. He will find you.

“Hey! You owe me for the ride AND the boat, asshole!!” Fitz yelled after him followed by a cough.

But it’s not like Rin would care.

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As your horse continued running at full speed away from the enemies, it started to slow down feeling tired. It knew it shouldn’t but it needed a break. You grabbed one of your revolvers which you gave Aiku and took a shotgun yourself.

You both fire and hit some men while the rest is dodging relentless. These were nothing like the bounty hunters you’ve met before.

Your horse continued to speed up again and went off the way since from the front of the way there appeared more of the gang members. You could swear you were this close to tying Aiku back up again and hand him over to whoever gets him first, but still decided against.

“THERE!” The criminal pointed forward towards a cave. It seemed like the best hiding place right now so you agreed.

Hours have passed, you didn’t know. It was now been forever since the gang has been searching for you around the area while you two hid deep down in the cave.

“There has to be a second entry somewhere... I feel the wind blowing from the other aide of the entry we came in.. ” you whispered to your friend as he agreed silently. You, Aiku and your horse quietly went deeper into the cave as you climbed up and down small rocks. You had no idea where you were since no one of you had a candle or light. with them.

It didn’t take much longer until you guys heard birds chirping and the water hitting the sand.

‘The beach!’ you thought.

“Finally. So what now?” you asked him looking back to where Aiku stood.

“We should travel faaaarrrr away to make sure no gang came in contact with you” you joked but Oliver stayed still. When you were about to question him, he just pointed somewhere behind you with a smile.

You turned around confused and then saw it. You sae him. Your Rin.

Forever only yours.

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Meiji Restoration - The samurai era officially ended with the Meiji Restoration (1868).

Engawa - It’s a wooden veranda or hallway that runs along the outside of a traditional Japanese house.

Ronin - a samurai without a master […] .

geta - Geta are traditional Japanese sandals made from wood, with a raised platform and straps that go between the toes.

Frontier Town - These towns were typically small and could be quite rough, serving as stops for travelers, traders, and settlers.

Boomtown - A rapidly growing town [..].

Stetson - Classic cowboy hat

“Gone to hell in a handbasket” – Everything’s falling apart

“For them I am not even fit to wipe their boots” - getting disrespected by someone

as dry as a powder horn - a say of saying they are thirsty

Onore - an old-fashioned or harsh way of saying "you" or "yourself."

Laido - The art of drawing and cutting with a sword

Jujutsu - Samurai hand-to-hand combat techniques

bushido - samurai code of honor

seppuku - Ritual suicide to preserve honor

“Shi ni itaru yamai wa nai” – “There is no disease worse than the fear of death”

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drabble ——— jay (smut)

a/n: hii, sorry for being inactive, i wasn't inspired enough to write something and everything I did seemed like shit-- so I had this short idea. I hope you like it. As always, english is not my first language so I'm sorry If something is wrong or doesn't makes sense at all. <3

Thinking about best friend Jay who likes way too much to make you embarrassed whenever the topic of sex comes up in a conversation because ‘’accidentally’’ he found some of your sex toys while you were in your bathroom, and he stayed in your room.

You can feel your cheeks heat up as his gaze lingered on you for a little long time. Seems like no one around you two noticed this behavior but honestly you didn’t want them to know. You didn’t need more people bringing out your little secrets.

So, how come you ended up under his body? You pants were off, and nowhere to be found. He had one hand next to your head, holding his weight. His other hand was between your bodies. Jay was holding one of your vibrators close to you, and even though the device was turned off, you could clearly feel nervousness running through your body.

‘’Can I turn this on…?’’ He asked, searching for your gaze. Or any sign of uncomfortableness. You nodded.

Before he switched on the toy, he spread your legs using his, and settled down between them. Jay pushed slowly the top of your vibrator to your clothed cunt, massaging with no rush. The feeling was nice and soon you found yourself biting your bottom lip to suppress any gasps coming from your throat. 

Jay looked half curious, half lost at his own thoughts. How could you look so pretty, all on display for him? You agreed so quickly to let him try those toys on you, affirming that they felt so good if they were used correctly. But of course he didn’t believe you. How can a toy make you cum just by itself?

So here he was, turning on the toy and pressing it directly to your clit. You gasped for air, tensing your legs a little like if you were trying to close them, but Jay didn’t let you. He smirked, slowly rubbing the top of the toy along your clothes folds and back to your clit.

‘’Does it feel good, hm?’’

You nodded eagerly, him chuckling at your response.

In fact, it felt so good. Your mind was clouded by his warm body, and how his eyes were scanning you, like if he was trying to engrave all of your reactions for himself. He turned two levels up, and you let out a surprised moan.

‘’Y–You should try it too.’’

‘’Should I?’’

He wasn’t very familiar to sex toys, or how to use them but this one, specifically, seemed to be easy. Jay approached his lower body to yours, his bulge on his pants meeting the vibrating top of the toy. His free hand clenched the sheets, panting as soon as he started to feel the pleasure running through his body.

Guided by your moans, Jay started to rock his hips into the toy, sending you another way of pleasure as the toy itself reached your firmly. Even though your eyelids started to feel heavy, you couldn’t resist to keep them open and watch your bestfriend get off with you. His clenched jaw, lips pressed to not let any pant or whimper escape from him. 

‘’F–Fuck this feels so good…’’ you heard him say, and nodded.

One of your hands traveled under your shirt, lifting it above your tits to free them and starting to knead them. You were so desperate for more friction and couldn’t wait to ask him. Couldn’t help; the way you clit was being stimulated with the moans of your best friend was too much to take. 

He saw you, eyes dark with thick desire.

‘’Shit— You do this often?’’

The way the pleasure hitted you left you speechless but allowed you to nod at his question. And he could feel himself hardener even more to the single thought of you getting off with that exact toy: legs wide open late at night, with no panties and wet. Shit, he needed to see that. He needed to be the reason for your moans.

And well, now he was kinda the reason.

‘’I–’’ you started, catching his attention. Jay wasn’t even thinking to slow down, ‘’Sometimes I got t–to come faster while I thought about y–you…’’

Your sudden confession made him groan, and felt like that was his last straw to keep it cool.

Jay tossed the toy away, gaining a surprised look from you. He hooked the hem of your pants, along with your underwear, and pulled through your legs. The did the same with his own bottoms, freeing his hard dick from the damn jeans he had on that were hurting his boner.

Again stood betweens your legs, looking down to your wet pussy, and felt the urge to sink his mouth through it and shove his tongue down your hole but that wasn’t the plan.

At least not today’s plan.

‘’You don’t know how many times I jerked to the thought of you, y/n.’’ He slid his dick between you wet, warm folds. ‘’Wishing that was your lips around my cock and not my hand.’’

He quickened his peace, not letting you the opportunity to respond at his confession. Your room was filled with hot and wet sounds, laced with the moans you two couldn't keep to yourselves. Each thrust from Jay made his dick tip brush into your swollen clitoris and had you seeing stars. 

‘’Can you go f–faster? I’m s–so close.’’

Your words were his command, and so did he. Grabbing your thigh for better stability, he used all his stamina for that last moment. His dick was glittering due to your arousal, leaving it sticky and slippery for a better access through your pussy. He looked at you, lust covering all his gaze and made eye contact with your bouncing tits.

You back arched as you felt that familiar knot tightened in your lower abdomen, and you could tell by the way Jay movements were sloppier that he was close too. A few strokes were enough for you two to reach your climax. Warm and sticky ropes of his cum layered on your stomach, some landing at your pussy as well.

His grip on your thighs started to hurt while he was emptying himself on you, but at the same time felt so good thanks to you high that you couldn’t care less.