#I don’t watch him anymore and I’ve came across the plush so hey

[blodeuweddschild]

Hi I got a giant septic eye Sam plush and was wondering if anyone would want to buy it

It’s this big lad

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

I enjoyed your dad!Lucifer and dad!Asmo stories! May I please request one of dad!Belphie where Satan takes over? 💜💚

Welcome Home (Dad!Belphie Pt. 2)

A/N : I live for this kind of angst, I love it. Although this hurt my Belphie loving heart, these fics are so much fun. (Part 1) Word Count : 3.1K Warnings : children; babies; maternity; mentions of MC's death; mentions of childbirth; dad!character; angst

Belphie stiffened when he heard his son say it, but he didn’t have time to react before the knock came. He groaned as he got up off the floor, picking his son up and walking to the door to throw it open, expecting another Akuzon delivery for Leviathan, or maybe Mammon had just forgotten his keys. “See, it’s not Ma…” He hadn’t even been looking when he opened the door, he was still on edge from his son uttering the word, but the way the child was reaching out towards the door made him look up. “Y/N…” Your name was whispered from his lips, he felt like he was dreaming, this was all just some sick dream that his mind had come up with out of guilt and self hatred. He must have fallen asleep on the floor, that’s what this is. You couldn’t actually be there, could you? “You would not believe how hard it is to get out of heaven. You all made it seem easy, but that guy is a real stickler.” You joked, grabbing your son from Belphie’s arms and holding him against your chest. “It’s been so long… You’ve grown so much. I’ve missed so much… How long was I gone?” You looked away from your son's purple eyes to meet Belphies, but he was still silent. It was like he had gone into shock, which, you wouldn’t blame him. Nobody probably expected for you to come back, but you weren’t going to spend your eternal life up in the Celestial Realm when your entire life was down in the Devildom. “Belphie… Can you atleast breathe? Please? You’re worrying me.” His mouth fell open, but the sound that escaped him was like a mixture between a squeal and gasp, and you didn’t really know what the sound meant, but his eyes were wide and his hands were holding his hair away from his face as if he still couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You can’t… You can’t be here… I watched you die.” He shook his head, quickly grabbing his son back and walking into the living room, shaking his head in disbelief. “That was one of the worst days of my life… I never thought you’d come back… I never thought I’d see you again.” He turned back around to face you as you walked into the house, shutting the door behind you. “How are you back?” You giggled lightly, trying to remember what happened in the Celestial Realm, but the memories were fading faster than you thought they would. “Well… First of all the line was so long, you would not believe it. They need to make the gates more like an amusement park entrance, maybe like five gates instead of one. It’ll really speed things up.” He didn’t seem to see the humor in it, not right now at least. It probably was the fact that he still didn’t understand how you got back and you were making jokes about the waiting time in heaven, it probably wasn’t a good time to do it. “It took forever to get through those gates, and the entire time I was waiting, I was thinking of you, and I was thinking of him. I don’t even know how I got sent up there in the first place, but as soon as I got through, I went straight to the guy who’s name shall not be said, and I told him I wanted to go back, to be back with you.” You rolled your eyes as little bits and pieces of memories came back to you, the hell that you went through just to get out of there. “I caused so much trouble, and I think I finally just annoyed everyone to the point where they didn’t care and they just gave me the boot… and here I am!” You gave him two thumbs up which your son mimicked back to you, but Belphie was still standing there, blinking rapidly as he tried to process everything that you just said. “So you ditched heaven essentially, to come back to your demon boyfriend and your demon kid who both killed you?” He said it as if it were a weird thing, and to most it probably would be, but to you it just seemed like the only thing to do. It was a pretty quick summary of everything that happened, and you probably could have summed it all up to that, but then there would have been no humor to break the ice and… you kind of felt like the situation needed a little comedy to lighten things up. “You’re such a dork…” He mumbled, but you saw the small smile tugging at his lips. You were

finally back, something that he never thought would happen, something that he never thought would be possible, but it did happen, and it was possible, and you were standing in front of him right now and he didn’t know how he actually felt about it.

“So how long have I been gone?” You asked, your head in Belphie’s lap as you laid on the floor, watching as your son tottered across the floor over to the toys that had been stacked in the corner of the living room. “He’s gotten so big…” As much as you had joked about the wait, it hadn’t felt like it was that long. The events that had taken place to get you up there in the first place were fresh in your mind still, it felt like it had just happened, but how big your son had grown said differently. Belphie pouted slightly as he thought of just how long he had gone without you, how long he had gone through this alone. “A year… and a half.” He ran his hand over your hair, watching your reaction. Your eyes gave away how you were really feeling, he could see how his words upset you, and that wasn’t what he was trying to do, not at all. “I never forgot you. I never got over what happened. I relived that day over and over in my mind… I’m so sorry Y/N…” His head dropped, resting his forehead against yours as he cradled your face in his hands. It was the first time you had ever heard him apologize for anything, and for once, he didn’t have a reason. There was no need for apologizing, not for this. “Hey… Don’t…” You reached up to cup his cheek, craning your neck just enough to kiss him before dropping your head back down into his lap. “I’m here now. You don’t have to apologize. Plus…” You held his chin between your thumb and pointer finger, turning his face to look at his son who was now sitting in the corner playing with his plush farm animals. “It was worth it to me. I have you, and I have him, and I can stay here with you forever. What is there to be sorry for?” You let your hand drop down against your stomach, smiling as you continued to watch your son, but your happiness was short lived as Belphie groaned, pushing himself up off the floor, causing you to roll off his lap. “You’re such an idiot! You think it was worth it? Dying for that thing?! You’re not the human I fell in love with anymore, you’ve changed.” His breathing was heavy as his nostrils flared, his hands shoved into the pockets of his cardigan. “And you may not notice it, but I do. And now… now you’re saying you want to live out the rest of eternity down here with me and the demon spawn.” He sighed loudly, shaking his head, but you didn’t understand why he was acting like this, speaking this way. “I said before all of that happened that I wanted to spend the rest of my human life down here with you, and that once I did die I would come back. I guess the process was a little sped up, but I don’t mind that.” You sat up, eyeing him suspiciously. You didn’t know where all of this was coming from, you thought that he was happy to have you back, and now he was basically saying that he didn’t love you anymore? “You didn’t have a problem with the plan before… And now that I’m here you don’t want me? That’s not fair, Belphie.” You swallowed thickly, digging your nails into your lap as you sat on your knees looking up at him. He looked indifferent , like he didn’t even care that what he was saying was hurting you. What had changed? “You didn’t come back for me. You came back for that, and you can have it. I don’t care. I wasted a year and a half of my life on the thing that took you away from me, and you come back and try to sweep it all under the rug, like it never happened.” You could hear in his voice that he was getting choked up, the lump in his throat causing his voice to crack. “You didn’t see your face… You didn’t see what I saw. I watched it hurt you, I watched it rip through you, and I watched it kill you. You don’t know how hard that was… And you don’t even care. You want to just walk back in where things left off and start playing house and… I’m just… I’m not ready for that.” Your teeth were sinking into your bottom lip as you listened to him, fighting back the urge to cry. He was wrong, he was so wrong. You might now have been able to see yourself, but you felt everything, but that didn’t change the fact that it was your child, that it was his child, and you

loved your son just as much as you loved his father. “What so… So you want me to leave again? You’d rather me just be completely dead and never have come back? What’s the reason? So you can suffer with the memories? So you can hate him forever for taking me away even though I’m right here?” You walked over to your son, lifting him off the floor and holding him on your hip, glaring at Belphie. “You’re utterly ridiculous… I… I don’t even… You’ll have what you want, but I’m not going to let you fill him with guilt for the rest of his life for something he couldn’t help.”

Belphie watched as you left again, walking out of the house with a luggage in one hand and his son’s hand in your other. “Well, that was stupid.” Satan said, appearing from seemingly nowhere beside Belphie, watching you walk down the pathway to the gate. “You finally got her back and… you let her leave again. You make no sense. Weren’t you the one crying every night because you missed her?” Satan’s eyes never left you, watching until you were too far off in the distance to even make out. “Shut up, Satan. You sound like Lucifer.” Bephie grumbled, slamming the door shut as he turned his back to his older brother and headed back up the stairs to the attic. It was supposed to be a low blow, but Satan knew that Lucifer wouldn’t have butted into his brother's business like he did. He waited to hear the attic stairs before walking out the door, sprinting down the walkway and out of the gates until he caught up with you. What Belphie… What none of his brothers knew was that he was infatuated with you. You were graceful, beautiful, funny, smart, sweet, and so much more. His heart had been torn as he watched your stomach swell with his brother’s child, and it had completely shattered when he watched that child rip through you, rip you away from Belphie, away from him. “Hey, you look like you need some help.” He said breathlessly, running his hand through his hair as he smiled sheepishly down at you. You were just as beautiful as you were before, even with the tear streaks that stained your cheeks. Your eyes glistened as you looked up at him, but it was only from the tears, tears that someone as wonderful as you shouldn’t have spilled for someone as shitty as Belphegor. “Oh… Satan… I uhm…” You sniffled loudly, dropping the luggage to the ground as your eyes overflowed with more tears. Satan did the only thing he knew to do, what he really wanted to do for so long, pulling you into his arms and holding you close as you cried against his chest, your words mumbled as you spoke into the fabric of his sweater. “I don’t know where to go… I don’t know what to do… I thought he’d be happy… He…” Your voice broke off into quiet sobs as his hand rubbed soothing circles into your back. Of course he knew that the only reason you were holding onto him like this was because you were broken, and you felt helpless, but he hoped that in due time you’d hold onto him like this for other reasons, because you wanted to, because you wanted him. He pulled back, sliding his finger under your chin to tilt your head up, using his other hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “Shh, it’s alright. I’ll help you. And if it makes things any better… I’m happy that you’re back. I’ve missed you, Y/N.” It felt good to finally get that off his chest, originally fearing the repercussions that those words would bring him if he said them anywhere around Belphie. It didn’t matter now though, Belphie had done the damage, and Satan was here to try to clean it up. He cleared his throat, kneeling down in front of your son who looked at him expectantly. “You’ve missed her too, haven’t you?” Your son nodded quickly as a child would, smiling wide up at you before looking back to Satan. “How about ice cream?” He looked up at you, waiting for your okay and how could you say no? Those two words had your son tugging at your hand, pulling you in the direction of the ice cream shop and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Are you sure this is okay?” You asked, stopping right outside of the door that you had walked out not more than an hour ago. “He doesn’t want me here, I’m sure me and the baby can stay at a hotel until we find somewhere else to go.” You didn’t want to admit it, but you were scared to go back in, scared to face Belphie again. Would he be mad that you were back? You didn’t want to deal with that, and you shouldn’t have to. You were only doing what you thought was right, and in Belphie’s eyes it had been all wrong. How were you supposed to know that he wouldn’t be happy? “Nonsense. You’ll stay here until you find a place. I’m not letting you spend all your money on a hotel room and food when you could stay here and get both for free. Plus, your room is still open, it’s still yours.” It was his idea to keep it, not that he’d tell you that yet. There was a time for everything, and right now what you needed was for him to be your support system, a friend that you could turn to and a friend that would be there. He opened the door for you, having to practically push you in as your son ran back into the living room to find his toys. “What the hell…?” You heard Belphie’s voice, clearly confused as he rounded the corner, his eyes landing on his son first before glancing up at the door to see you and Satan standing there. “I thought she was leaving. I thought they both were leaving.” His words stung, but you tried not to let him see just how much it hurt you. He didn’t deserve to know he had that much hold on you and your emotions. “Why the hell did you bring them back?” He eyed Satan suspiciously, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for answers. “I couldn’t just let her walk around the Devildom with a child that small by herself. I was doing the right thing.” He turned to face you, his eyes were soft as he read every emotion on your face. He could see the pain that Belphie’s words alone were causing you, and it irritated him more than he’d ever admit. “How about you go up to your room, get you and the baby situated. I’ll bring you both something to eat.” You nodded slowly, calling your son over and quickly carrying him up, glad to be away from the looming glare of Belphie. As soon as you were up the stairs and out of earshot Belphie let loose, coming at Satan and not holding back. “You’re a fucking liar. I know exactly why you went after her, you sick freak. You think that just because I needed a break to sort things out in my own head that you could rush in and try to take over?” He shoved Satan back, not even caring that his brother was the embodiment of wrath and pushing him like this was sure to have them both brawling. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “What’s wrong with me? Shall I quote you? ‘You’re not the human I fell in love with.’ Do you remember, Belphegor?” He hissed the words, standing tall as Belphie shrunk away from him, backing up as his own words were repeated to him. “Or how about the fact that you won’t even call your son by his name, you only call him it or that. What’s wrong with you?” He scoffed, shaking his head at his youngest brother. “You know, I loathed you for what you did to her. You were the reason she died, you just couldn’t control yourself. You killed her… And you had no right to pity yourself, you should have only felt guilt. But then… she came back.” He chuckled loudly, stepping closer to Belphie to get in his face. “And you screwed up again… So tell me… What is wrong… With you?” He cleared his throat, standing up straight once more as he fixed his sweater. “Anyway, I have to go make her something to eat, she and the baby must be hungry. It’ll be a nice way to welcome her home, don’t you think?”

[rreyie]

𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨- 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: after three years of not seeing eren due to his buisness in marley, you reunite with him only to find he isn’t the same person anymore, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is his desire for you.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut! hair pulling, spanking, hate (?) sex, eren being an asshole, MAJOR season four/manga spoilers, vaginal, orgasm denial, overstimulation, fingering, oral (male receiving), f! anatomy reader, dom! eren, sub! reader

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut/ nsfw

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: eren yeager, reader insert

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: i really struggled with what to name this, but i still think it turned out fine. this may be the dirtiest thing i’ve written so far but anyways, eren stans come get y’all juice

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it had been three whole years since you had last seen eren. as much as you missed those emerald green eyes giving you a playful glare from across the room, you certainly did not miss his careless demeanor.

it had happened after the girl shot sasha, your best friend. as you laid there sobbing on the floor, all eren did was laugh. no comfort. no “i’m sorry.” just a half hearted chuckle from that asshole of a man.

as you put her body in a different room, you walked out of the dimly lit airship to see eren sitting on some sort of box. through that mane of chocolate brown hair, you saw those emerald eyes again, only this time, they weren’t as youthful as they once were. they were tired. drained. dull. you didn’t know how else to describe that look.

“whatcha starin at?” he asked. his voice was barely audible.

your cheeks still red and eyes puffy from crying, you sniffle and manage to speak some words. “i’m looking at the jackass who was laughing at my best friend dead on the floor.”

eren chuckles. “i see nothings changed over the last three years, huh?”

you look away from him. you couldn’t bare to look eyes with him, especially now. he touches your arm. “come on now, look at me. i missed you.”

you swat his arm away. “shut the fuck up. why did you laugh? in a time that i needed you most you just sat there and laughed?”

eren laughs again. “haven’t you forgot, dear? i can see everything. i knew sasha was going to die before it happened.” you couldn’t stand his shit anymore. you jerk your body to face him, and raise your arm, looking directly into his eyes. you throw a punch at him, aiming directly for his skull, but his calloused hand stops you, making you look weak.

“heh, let’s not get too hasty here, dear-“

“quit calling me that damned nickname!” you shout at him. “i can’t talk to you right now. i’m going to bed.” his arm releases it’s grip on yours, and you angrily storm off into your resting place in the airship.

another few days passed, and you were coming back from the memorial service held for sasha. as you took off your army great coat, darker spots staining it from the rain pattering outside, a figure towers over you.

you look up and make contact with the entity, now figuring out that it was no other than yours truly, eren.

“well, want to talk now?” he asks. his voice was monotone, like nothing happened at all. you throw your coat onto a nearby chair, and storm upstairs to your room.

you eneter the room, which was pitch black, your tear-ridden eyes not processing anything you see. only a blurry mess of shadows and highlights. you throw yourself onto your bed and curl into a fetal position.

you wanted to throw up. first your best friend dies, and then your relationship was going down the drain... on top of that a world war was happening right before your very eyes.

a cold hand is pressed onto your back. you jolt at the contact, and see erens face looking down at you. you hadn’t taken the time to notice that he had cleaned up nicely, hair in a bun and cleanly shaved.

as your head tilts upwards, he presses his lips to yours, the unfamiliar sensation making your lips tingle. you let out a small moan and feel erens mouth curl upwards.

“well, i can tell even if you didn’t miss me, you sure missed my cock.” eren says. this statement caught you off guard, and your cheeks flushed red. eren snickered, and continued to kiss you. eren inserted his slick tongue into your mouth, pushing and pulling your tongue in all different directions, mixing your saliva with his.

erens hand moved south, his finger just grazing upon your clothed womanhood. though your area was covered, you could still feel the friction of his finger and the fabric. he began to slide his hand inside the flimsy waistband of your pants and cupped your delicate womanhood.

letting out a soft moan at the contact, he began to grope and squeeze you in all the right places, and ran his index finger along your wet folds, already soaked with your slick.

“wet for me already, ain’t’cha princess?” he growls into your ear, warm breath sliding upon the exposed flesh of your neck. he moves his lips to your neck, and begins to gently suck, eager to mark you, similar to how an animal marked its territory. the gentle suction made you like putty in his arms, and you leaned into his chest. his heartbeat was beating right into your ear, giving you a sense of security.

unexpectedly, a finger slips into your walls. an “a-ah~” elicits through your lips. you shifted your hips to desperately try and feel full, even though only one narrow finger was inside you.

“only good girls get two fingers”, eren says. “are you gonna be a good girl for me? hm?” eren pushes his finger inside you more, hitting the plush sweet spot that was nestled inside you. you let out a pathetic little whimper as eren stretched you a little further.

“y-yes...” you stammer. eren began to pump his two fingers into your tight hole, as he felt his own arousal course through his veins, the fiery sensation talking over him and pulsating though him, going straight to his dick.

your thighs began to tremble as you were about to feel your orgasm, but then, right when you were on the cusp of reaching bliss, he carefully but slowly took his fingers out, his coated in your juices. he sneered at you, as your let out another whimper.

“h-hey...” you say, barely able to make words after your spoiled orgasm. “what w-was that for?”

“because you’ve been fucking around with me all week”, he responds, starting to unbuckle his leather belt. “all i’ve wanted this whole week was for your pretty little pussy to bounce on my cock, but you’ve been so stubborn that you wouldn’t even look my way. this is my payback. i’m going to absolutely fuck your brains out tonight.”

your spine shivered at the thought of you being here all night being used as erens own personal pocket pussy. you didn’t want to know how many rounds you were in for tonight, since eren never stops until he’s tired.

before you knew it, erens belt was off, and you were sitting on the bed watching him did himself of his shirt. his perfectly toned abs were semi-visible in the moonlight, the ripples of skin or bones creating a masterpiece. his hair was nearly free of the bun at this point, but you wouldn’t dare notify him of this.

eren folds the belt and gives it a little whack upon the bed, giving a crack.

“strip”, he commands. “now.”

you obey his words, and pull of your shirt without hesitation, followed by your cargo pants, leaving you in your bra and panties only.

erens gaze turns predatory as if he was a lion and you were the antelope. he flips you over almost effortlessly, and grabs your ass.

“dear god, i missed this...” he groans. “your ass is gonna be all red after i’m done with you.”

you clench your eyes, bracing for impact. you knew exactly how this was going to go down. eren cracks the belt down onto your left ass cheek, and you yelped at the impact. he did it again, the pain soon quickly melting into pleasure with each snap.

sure, eren could be a bit rough in the bedroom sometimes- no, scratch that. he could be super rough. but he always knew where the line was to be drawn. or at least he used to know. you only knew that this man had been deprived of sex for the time he was in marley, so he was likely craving some sort of intimacy. and now that he had you, he wasn’t going soft this time.

as soon as the last crack of the belt had ceased, he threw the belt down and kneeled over you.

“suck me off”, he demanded.

you flipped yourself over this time, and got level with erens member. erens black boxers had a throbbing bulge in the center. as you pulled his boxers down, his cock immediately sprang up, and slapped against his stomach.

boy, eren always had a nice dick. it was pale, but a vein ran through the side, and connected to the red tip of it. he hasn’t shaved down there in a while, so the seemingly primal hair that laid at his base was expected.

you grasped his cock that was eagerly waiting for attention, and moved your tongue along the shaft, placing kitty licks on the tip. you felt eren twitching under your touch. you wanted to tease him to compensate for your lost orgasm, to feel him writhe and beg to cum.

eren grew impatient with the kitty licks and tongue work that he grabbed a fistful of your hair and jammed your mouth onto him. you gagged at the sudden movement, the tip touching the back of your throat. he moved your head back and forth, using your spit to guide you along.

you took in his whole length. it was painful, but totally worth it to see his expression on his face. cupping his balls, you played with them, moving around the sensitive skin with your hands.

“i-m gonna c-cum...” eren warns you. you try and pull off so he wouldn’t make you choke. eren resists, only pulling you closer. his cock spasms, and releases a load of cum into your mouth. you were nearly choking on cock, the salty taste reaching every corner in your mouth.

you swallow it all. eren pulls out his cock, still hard even though he just came. he takes hold of your shoulders and pins you down on your bed.

“don’t worry princess, i’ll compensate for that lost orgasm this time.” he said, an evil smirk on his face. yup. you were in for it.

he quickly takes your bra and panties off before starting, and takes note of the giant spot of arousal in the bottom of your panties before he slides them off. he unclasps your bra and gives your breasts a quick little squeeze before pumping his cock a few times and lining it up at your entrance.

“p-please, be gentle...” you whisper.

eren laughs. “not a chance.”

he thrusts into you, his whole length unexpectedly filling you to the brim. letting out a groan, he thrusts into you again. it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. you grip the sheets beside you.

“i missed the feeling of your little pussy...” eren growls. he continues to thrust, smashing his hips into yours as he fucked you with no mercy at all.

lewd sounds of skin slapping a guttural wet sounds filled the room as you squirmed beneath him, moving your hips so he could get a good angle. his dick begins to touch on your sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly. the pressure on your spongy seeet spot was enough to make a loud moan escape from your mouth.

“m-more!” you yelp. eren heeds your command as you felt his balls slapping against your ass ruthlessly. “oh god, please, eren! please!” erens pace quickens a little bit more as you feel the burning sensation of your orgasm about to take over. you cum right on his dick, the creamy liquid spilling out of you and coating him so he could glide into you with ease. eren still has a bit to go, and while making an effort to cum, he only thrusts harder, causing you to cum yet again, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“ngh- oh fuck...” eren stammers, as he bottoms out into you, shooting thick ropes of cum into your hole.

you lay there panting, eyes almost shutting. but eren isn’t anywhere near done yet. his dick gardens yet again, and he continues to thrust.

“e-eren... please no more...” you gasp, trying to contain yourself as eren slammed into you again and again.

“no”, he says raspily. “you’ve been teasing me all fuckin’ week. you need to be punished for this.” his tip kisses your cervix, causing you to grimace. “turn over.”

you tried to move, but your legs were like jelly, unable to move after all the previous sensations you were feeling.

“dumb slut. let me help you.” eren places you on your tummy and re-aligns himself at your entrance, and jams his throbbing dick into you. your ribbed walls were clenching around him tightly, which only made him encouraged and want to go harder, deeper, if that was even possible.

your vision turned foggy upon your third orgasm, toes curling and all.

“ngh- aah!~” you whimper, feeling numb and helpless. something about eren using you as his own personal fuck toy made you seem to cum a little bit quicker than the last times you’ve had sex. maybe it was the control he had over you, the domination.

“oh, did my little whore cum for me again?” eren groans. “louder. i want this entire hallway to know exactly what we are doing in here. let them know how good i’m fucking you.”

eren gives a tug at your hair, making your head turn around and look him directly in the eye. he had a wicked sneer painted across his face. he purposely hits your sweet spot again, making a string of high pitched moans and whimpers fill the room, maybe even the whole hallway as eren instructed you to do.

your noises were the final straw that eren had. he quickly pulled out and flipped you over before jacking himself a few more times, and letting his cum splatter across your face and chest. your vision was so foggy at this point that everything was just a big cloud of white. as you regain your vision, you see eren laying over you, his brown hair messy and eyes filled with love.

“you’re not gonna just leave me like the others, right?” he questions you as he kisses your naked collarbone. you’re completely out of breath at this point, and all you can do is nod.

“good.” he grabs a towel that was sitting on your nightstand. “i hope you never leave me, to be honest.” he cleans up his release combined with sweat that was puddled on your body.

“n-never.” you stammer.

[whereisten]

One Day

Summary: you and your best friend Mark flirt all the time by making suggestive jokes and teasing each other endlessly. But one day...things get—serious

Pairing: idol and childhood best friend!Mark X female reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, a tinyyyy bit of angst (I promise it’s nothing serious)

Warnings: car sex, oral sex (male receiving), slapping, fingering, penetration

Word Count: 2.6K

(A/n: this is my first EVER Mark smut haha so thank you for requesting this anon, I hope you enjoy!!❤️)

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“Nice one, Mark.” You laugh as Mark misses the 13th hole while the two of you play mini golf.

“Maybe you’ll find the hole next time?”

You turn to him and give him a wink.

Mark chuckles and shakes his head. “I know you’ve missed me but don’t throw your horny jokes at me.”

Mark is your childhood best friend, but he left your hometown as a teenager so he could pursue his dream of becoming a pop star. The thing is..he had to travel halfway across the world to Korea.

Yes, the two of you were *just* friends. But you couldn’t deny the fact that you had a growing crush on the brown haired boy. You were gonna tell him..one day. Your timing was never right and you didn’t want to ruin the close friendship you had.

The two of you remained close and always spoke with each other when you had time. Mark FaceTimed you when he was getting his hair or makeup done or visiting new places. You hung out 24/7 when he came back home it felt like there was more..but you still couldn’t find the right moment.

Mark grew up right before your eyes and it became more and more difficult to not wish that he was your official boyfriend. You were head-over-heels in love with him and the two of you were doing couplish things but what would it take to make things..real?

“Hey! stop day dreaming about me, it’s your turn..” Mark smirked.

You swung the golf club and watched as the ball landed inside another hole.

“Wow, you’re really good at this..” Mark chuckled.

“I can teach you how to get it in..if you want.” You have him another wink.

And that was another thing. The two of you constantly teased each other with dirty jokes and glances but they were never met with anything. Just a few awkward chuckles and that’s it.

You went about your conversation as if nothing happened. It was another aspect of your friendship that you had both grown comfortable with.

“Oh yeah? Come here then.” Mark walked over to the next area of the course and posed. You quickly walked up behind him and gently placed your hand over his. He grasped the club tightly. You almost felt him shiver at the feeling of your soft, small fingers over his.

“Why are you so bad at this?..relax..” you tip toed while guiding his hands so his posture would be corrected. Your breath hit his ear and the back of his neck.

“You have to..stand like this, Mark.”

Just the sound of your delicate whisper saying his name made his heart beat faster. The fruity smell of your hair and the feeling of your lips grazing his neck made him weak. He had a soft spot for you, and being close to you like this only made him weaker. But he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way, he too was afraid.

“W-Wait, this feels weird..shouldn’t it be the other way around..” Mark stood up straight and turned to you.

You tilted your head.

“The man is supposed to stand behind the girl” Mark smirked.

You scoffed “well, the man is also supposed to be better at this but here we are.. you’re losing and I’m-“ you started but Mark took your hand and spun you around. He stepped forward and put his hands over yours now, running it down the metal of the club.

Your mouth fell open as you felt Mark’s toned chest on your back, had it not been covered by his T-shirt and a flannel, you would’ve felt every muscle clearly.

“Like this..” Mark said huskily, his breath now hit the back of your neck as he bent down and nuzzled himself in the crook of it.

“I know what you’re doing, trying to distract the competition huh?” You giggled as you pressed your butt into his pelvic region.

Mark continues to rub his hands over yours and licked his lips, they grazed you skin lightly as the scent of his cologne filled your nose.

“Is it working?” Marks chest felt heavy on your back, he was getting hot and so were you. You could tell by the sudden seriousness in your tones. Mark’s voice was low and sexy, you rarely heard him like this.

“If you find the right hole, maybe it will..” your sentence trailed quietly into silence as you realized what you said. Maybe you pushed it too far this time? Your eyes widened as you silently cursed yourself.

“Oh really? What about this one?” Mark Traces his thumb over your bottom lip and watched you carefully, his facial expression was filled with curiosity and neediness. He couldn’t stop himself, he always watched your plush lips and thought about them.

The way they’d feel against his lips and skin.

And here they were, slightly parted, opened in surprise.

You both stared at each other for a moment as Mark’s careful dipped inside your mouth. You sucked it before letting your tongue dance over it. Mark’s mouth dropped open at the sight of you and the growing tension in his pants. Your eyes big and bright while his words played throughout your mind over and over.

You felt his growing erection against your back.

Your heart and body screamed ‘yes,finally.’ But your mind was still unsure.

And unfortunately, Mark felt the same way.

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth and quickly lifted himself off of you. He backed away and looked around anxiously.

“Y/n..I’m..I’m sorry..” Mark’s voice came out in a a whisper before he hurried away outside of the mini golf course.

“Wait..” you started but he didn’t stop. Was he embarrassed? Did he not want you anymore? Did he regret touching you?

You gathered your clubs and handed them back to the cashier at the front before leaving, it was nighttime so luckily it was only the two of you in the glow-in-the-dark golf course.

You walked outside and stopped. Mark was inside his car, the only one in the parking garage. His head was against the steering wheel.

And you knew your best friend, you knew he thought he messed up big time.

So you hurried to the car and let yourself in.

You sat in the passenger seat while letting out a loud sigh.

“Do you always just leave your girls all hot and bothered like that in Korea?” You tried to lighten the mood.

Mark chuckled, his head still against the wheel.

He swallowed hard. “I’m-I’m really sorry about that, y/n. I shouldn’t have—“

“Mark..I enjoyed it..like a lot.” You held his chin and tilted his head to the side so that he could look at you.

“Please tell me..things won’t be awkward between us.” Mark’s large eyes pleaded.

You shook your head.

“of course not, Mark, I mean it was a little weird haha, but we’ve been friends for longer than I can remember..I..I wanted to tell you this before you left for Korea actually. But I..like you Mark. And I feel like..”

“We’re dating?” Mark finished your thought.

You licked your lips and nodded. “Y-yeah. So can we..”

“Make it official?” Mark sat up straight and looked into your eyes now.

Your eyes widened and you nodded again.

“The truth is, y/n, I never stop thinking about you..no one knows me like you do.”

Mark ran a hand through his thick hair.

“I’ve wanted you for a while now..”

You smiled and you swore you heard all the angles singing “hallelujah!” outside of the car somewhere.

“Wait, are you blushing? Did I just make you blush?” Mark chuckled.

You punched his arm lightly. “Shut up, loser. Who the hell gets a hard-on at mini golf?”

The two of you burst out into laughter inside the car.

Mark leaned forward as you reached out and held his face. The two of you kisses for the very first time and once again, it felt like professional sopranos and altos were singing just a few feet away.

Mark’s lips felt just as good as you had imagined for all these years. They were so soft and plump. His tongue caressed yours as your heads turned and your heart danced around your chest.

He ran his hand up and down your thigh slowly.

You whined into his mouth while helping him take off his flannel. You tossed it to the backseat then unbuckled his jeans while panting. Mark liked to kiss like it was a battle and he refused to let go for air.

Your hand dipped into his jeans and gently stroked his hard member.

Mark grunted into your mouth as the feeling of your delicate fingers on his most sensitive area made him tremble.

Your lips were still attached to his as you cupped your hand and moved it up and down to spread the precum.

Mark was growing restless. Your teasing, the feeling of your pillowy lips, and the growing heat of your two bodies got him so aroused, he felt himself nearing his climax already.

His hips buckled into your hand, but you kneeled on your seat and broke the kiss off.

You licked your lips and breathed heavily while unbuttoning your blouse.

“Oh—fuck, y/n.”

You chuckled and shook your shirt off to toss it in the back with his flannel.

“You’re so beautiful, why did I wait so long?” Mark gulped at the sight of you in your bra, kneeling in only your mini skirt in the passenger seat of his car.

You went back to kissing him again, he was just too cute for you to resist.

You let go of his lips and lowered yourself so that your lips hovered over his aching tip.

“All these years..you’ve been keeping this from me?”

You gave him a playful wink before kissing his tip all the way down to his base.

Mark chuckled, his head fell back and he groaned.

Mark bit his lips as you took him in, you bobbed you’re head up and down. Nothing about this was neat. You worked hard to please him, allowing your spit to mix with his precum as you tasted him.

You moaned while licking across every vein. Mark nearly lost it when you rubbed the tip along the plush surface inside your cheeks then lifted your head completely off of him to allow his pre cum to drip down your chin.

“You taste good..” you licked your lips and looked into Mark’s eyes knowing it would make him flustered.

He bit his lips. “I love that dirty mouth of yours.”

You smirked then went back to swallowing him, this time you allowed him to reach your throat, you knew you would choke and gag, but you didn’t mind. Just as long as he kept moaning your name.

Your butt was in the air as you brought Mark to ecstasy with your mouth, so he brought his hand to your ass and gave it a smack while he watched you blow him.

You whispered as you jerked forward with the unexpected attack.

“You like that?” Mark asked as he ran his fingers along your covered slit, feeling the response from your body as you grew increasingly wet.

He slapped you again, then rubbed his hand gently over the area.

“Mmmmm” you hummed as your eyes closed tightly. You felt your knees become weak.

Your throat closed around Mark, but now you had to focus on your essence running down your legs.

Mark then moved your panties to the side and pressed his fingers along your slit while you moaned.

You let go of his length when he pressed two fingers into you. “Shit.. that feels good Mark.”

Mark smirked then smacked your ass again to listen to your cries and feel your wet pussy clench around his fingers.

“I found the hole..”

You chuckled. “You’re such a—“ you started but Mark smacked your again before putting a third finger inside.

“Come on, baby girl, you’ve got a job to do.” He raised an eyebrow, watching as he disappeared into your mouth once again, your cheeks hollowing.

His fingers moved in and out of you at the same pace that your mouth worked on him with.

You gagged as he placed his other hand on the back of your head and thrusted into your mouth. His fingers then pumped in and out even deeper, he curled them into your body to find your sweet spot. Your moaning grew louder and he smirked to himself. He was satisfied at his ability to find what made you weak.

He thought about your silky walls around his fingers and knew he had to feel them around his cock.

“F-fuck. Get on top of me.” He demanded, his fingers leaving you empty and clenching around nothing as he withdrew them suddenly.

He quickly pushed the seat back as you unbuttoned your bra and tossed it to the back too.

You climbed over his lap. He held your waist with both hands while he stared at your perky nipples. Your hands rested on his shoulders, your chest rising up and down rapidly in anticipation.

You sank down on him slowly. You both gasped and relaxed as he finally filled you up completely.

Mark gripped your ass tightly and guided you up and down his length, moving painfully slow at first. He liked to hear your squeals and feel you struggle to go slow.

“Oh..fuck, Mark.”

Mark looked up at your clenched jaw, tightly closed eyes and beautiful breasts. He never thought he’d see the day where he’s have you like this. He would have wet dreams and imagine that it was you in the videos sometimes. He felt all of his fantasies finally come to life.

He thrusted up into you hard to watch your breasts jump. You whined and fell forward onto him.

He painted while bringing your ass down to his hips faster.

You became dizzy as the feeling in the base of your stomach grew stronger. You clenched around him without control now. You were close and he knew.

He fucked into you hard from below now, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep your body still as his hips moved faster. You held onto the back of the seat with one hand and pressed onto the car window with the other.

He pounded into you as you leaned down to kiss his lips.

Your cries and his grunts grew louder and you were so thankful to be in the middle of a parking garage.

“Sh-shit.where-“ Mark’s movement stuttered.

He looked up at you questioningly as sweat formulated on his forehead.

You nodded and moaned. “It’s okay, it’s okay..”

He held your ass tightly, his nails digging into the soft skin as he came into your trembling body.

You cried out his name while clenching around him for the last time. Your orgasm fell over you like rain on a dry, hot day in the desert.

You fell forward onto his chest and breathed heavily, your chests both moving at the sam rate.

When you finally regained your strength, you lifted yourself off of him and fell back into the passenger seat.

Mark fixed his pants and brushed his hair back with his hand.

You went to grab your shirt but Mark stopped you.

“Here..take this instead.” He turned to the back and grabbed his flannel. He draped it over you as you blushed.

He smiled widely. “Did I just make you cum AND blush? I’m on a roll today.”

“Ugh, shut up.” You smiled and rolled your eyes. You held onto the flannel tightly while drinking in the scent of his cologne that stuck to it.

Mark pulled out of the parking garage and started to drive back to your place. You held onto his hand as the other gripped the wheel.

You were both in a post-sex high as he drove, everything felt right.

Mark turned to you while you were at a stop light, his eyes still big and adorable. He held your hand up to his lips and gave it a light kiss.

“So..you still wanna be my girlfriend..right?”

[dollfaced-erin]

Not So New Afterall (Sdv Sebastian x F!Reader)

A/n: and i thought this was gonna be a short chapter. There was lots more I wanted to include, but it might bore you guys from the looooong story!! (s if it wasn’t already long in the first place.)

CHAPTER FOUR

The game was set up, and both players stood at their point. Clutching the cue stick tightly in her hand, Sebastian briefly explained the rules to the new girl. She knew the main basics of the game, but she wasn’t sure if she would be able to beat Sebastian. Not while he was looking as smug as he was now.

It was sure who had the most experience here.

Being a good sport, Sebastian gave her the first turn to hit the cue ball. The said female scattered all the balls across the board. Turns began exchanging between the two competitors, and the spectators by the side were literally on their toes.

“What’s got Sebastian so worked up all a sudden?” Abigail said, whispering into Sam’s ear. The blonde shrugged, speechless towards Sebastian’s sudden change from his signature cold and reserved to jealous and competitive.

“Is it because (Y/n) came and everyone liked her?” Sam asked, pulling out one of the most logical reasons he could find. Abigail shook her head, “I don’t think he’ll be affected by that. Was it something between Robin or Maru, perhaps?”

Sam really had no idea. “I really have no idea, but that actually makes sense, or he just wants to show off his moves,” he whispered again. “But do you remember how Sebastian started playing pool?” he asked the dyed- haired girl.

“Quite long ago, actually. It was when we were still kids. Probably when the old farm had the owner before (Y/n). You remember the old man had...a relative was it? And he taught us how to play pool with...that...girl,” Abigail trailed off, her thoughts and memories muddled up in her mind. 

“He really liked to play pool after being taught. Especially when he played around with the girl. Kept playing even though she already left till he became the him now,”

“Really? I don’t really remember, but it must’ve that far away. I think the time you’re talking about was when I just moved here,” Sam replied. “Little girl, you said?” he asked her once more.

“Hm..it seems vague to me, but it feels like a dream too.”

The players ignored the topic the two were discussing, currently trying to focus on their game of pool. But apparently the topic was quite sensitive to Sebastian, making him accidentally hit cue ball too hard, resulting the white ball going off the board and smacking (Y/n) square in her right collarbone.

“Ah!” the girl yelped in pain, her features morphing into one of shock. Sebastian was shocked with what happened and immediately placed the cue stick down, rushing over to the girl he accidentally injured. 

The two gasped at the commotion and leapt of their seats, heading towards the girl. She was wincing slightly at the pain, but most likely from the shock.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?!” he bombarded her with questions, grabbing the arm he hit, pulling the collar of her shirt slightly to get a better look at the injury. He winced. It was starting to redden, most likely about to bruise.

The loud thump from collision of the heavy ball and the bone and the gasps from the game room raised suspicion from the others in the main hall. Even over the music, (Y/n) could grasp the number of eyes being turned in her direction.

“It’s okay! It doesn’t hurt at all!” (Y/n) assured, panicking at the crowd of friends that started to swarm her. This isn’t good. If word gets out from the others in the main hall of the Saloon, who knows what mean rumors would spread out.

“Are you su--” “Let’s take five, alright? Boy, I think I need a drink!” (Y/n) said a little too loudly and off. Abigail realized her eyes were wide and her skin was paling. Her earlier frown was stretching into a stiff smile. 

As things began to settle down once more, the (h/c) girl went to the vending machine and pulled out a grape-flavored fizzy drink. Popping the lid, spun around, glancing at the main hall as she did. Less eyes have been looking at her now. She sighed and unscrewed the cap of the drink, making her way to the bright red sofa Sam previously sat on.

“Come on, guys!” Abigail called, making a face at the males’ questionable expressions, signaling that they should go on with what she had started. Abigail was a quick one to catch on, following the suit and plopping herself on the blur sofa next to (Y/n).

Resting her right arm on the plush armrest, she raised an eyebrow at the guys who hadn’t moved an inch. Sam blinked before letting out a boisterous laugh, heading over to the girls, sitting next to Abigail, the latter bouncing from the force used to sit on the sofa.

Sebastian sighed and tailed after Sam, sitting next to (Y/n), since that was literally the only empty spot left. Guilt was eating away at him, especially when he looked at the angry red mark that imprinted itself on the delicate bone.

“Sorry, Sebastian,” the girl apologized, making Sebastian raise an eyebrow at her sudden apology. “You know that I’m the one that has to apologize, right? But why’d you pretend you were okay?” he asked, leaving the two speechless.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not okay,” the girl said, making all of them crack up at her reference on a certain homework meme. “No really,” Sebastian spluttered between laughs. “Anyways, why’d you do that?”

“I realized that when you crowded me, lots of eyes started to turn. Like, I didn’t want any commotion, not when I’ve just moved here. Sounds cliche, but I am afraid that people will talk bad about you,” she said, a small smile on her face. “I’ve had enough experience with gossip and crowds.”

Sebastian behind (Y/n) wasn’t any better. He looked as if guilt was about to eat him alive. He never knew his strength would accidentally hurt her directly. It’s time he man up for the consequences.

“Anyways, how is your collarbone?” asked the dark-haired male, making the female turn over to him. “Here, let me take a look,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

(Y/n) seemed to have froze at this point. Not even daring to do so much than breathe. Earlier she had the confidence to push him off since there were so many eyes on them, but now? Now she’s just stuck in place as she finally processed that...that...he’s actually touching her!

“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” he asked as he tugged the collar of the shirt, getting a closer look at the forming bruise. “Y-yeah!” (Y/n) said, averting her gaze as an embarrassed smile made its way on her lips and her face burned red hot.

Holding the shirt down with his left hand, his right lightly stroked over the internal injury, pressing it slightly with a finger. The pressure made the girl yelp in pain, and he panicked asking over and over if she was alright. 

As much as Abigail was amused with all this, she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at how he could casually touch the (h/c) girl. She was friends with her first, and she wasn’t about to back off easily.

Deciding to ditch the game they were playing, they called it a night. Robin popped up ‘round the corner. “Sebby! Me and Demetrius are heading back first!” she chirped before her green eyes landed on the farmer. 

“Oh! While you’re at it, maybe walk (Y/n) home! It’s dangerous at night!” she said, nodding over to (Y/n) before she left with her husband...and four speechless young adults.

“It can’t be helped, then,” Sebastian sighed. “(Y/n), Abigail, lets go,” he said, getting up as the two females followed the suit, leaving the place with Sam behind them.

It was a kind of routine, where they’ll part at the Saloon, Sebastian dropping of Abigail at Pierre’s before making his way back home up in the mountains. It used to make him have a...uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, where he’d feel all...embarrassed and flustered. But now? Now he just felt...neutral towards her. Like...he had no feelings for her anymore. He didn’t have ‘the one’ feeling anymore.

But the silence between him and (Y/n) as he walked her back...it was...content. It wasn’t awkward like he initially thought it was. Scratch it. He felt that this was quite nice. A quite walk in the night, no words needed between them, no awkward silence, just....peaceful. But something was bothering his mind.

“Hey, (Y/n),” he started, just as the two had parted ways with Abigail. The girl let out a hum, ensuing him to continue. “I think I’m the only one who noticed, but...when Abby and Sam started to crowd you, you seemed quite...scared,” the girl visibly tensed. “If it’s not too much, what’s up?”

(Y/n) let out a nervous laugh as they walked through the dark bus stop. “Ah, you’re quite sharp, aren’t you?” she remarked. “But...I’ve had my fair share of gossips and crowds. And maybe...they were bad experiences for me. I felt so...not pathetic, but...suffocated,” she trailed off, only to flip back to Sebastian. “I don’t mean that you guys were suffocating! I meant--”

“You meant that the atmosphere of people watching was suffocating, wasn’t it?” he finished for her, making her look down and nod in agreement. The light of the farmhouse began to enter their vision. 

As the two climbed the porch of the house, Sebastian placed a hand on her shoulder once more. “Before I go back, I want to see the bruise once more. Is that okay?” he asked, and the girl nodded.

The two entered the home, and it was a whole lot tidier than the last time Sebastian stepped into the wooden structure. Unlike the last time, it was cold and dusty, but now, it was bright and warm. Almost inviting. For a person who lives in the basement, he wasn’t sure which one he preferred.

(Y/n) shrugged of the jacket and sat on the chair located in the middle of the room, tucked next to a dining table. Sebastian took his eyes off his surroundings and approached the (h/c) girl. Like before, he nudged the collar of the shirt off of her shoulder to get a better look. “I’ll get some ointment for you tomorrow, (Y/n). Sorry again,” he said.

“You don’t need to, Sebby,” she said before she shut her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry. That was really rude of me. Anyways, this is a pinch unlike the monsters in the caves!” she laughed off, waving her hand. 

That’s when Sebastian saw a faint scarred line dragged around the tip of her shoulder to her back, concealed by her clothing. He stepped forward, grabbing her shoulder once more. An old scar.

“Where’d you get this, (Y/n)?” he said, referring to the scar that imbedded itself into her joint. He really wasn’t one to go on about something small. So what if she had scars here and there? It couldn’t matter to him. She could’ve been injured a while back, right?

 But this...was something he had seen before. And it was in his nightmare. Even before she moved here. But if he remembered right, then the girl in his dream...

“I...I got it when I was a kid. Long time ago really. Doctor said it should go away soon,” she said, a bright smile on her face. But that didn’t satisfy Sebastian. “I said, where did you get this, (Y/n)?” he said, his grip on her shoulder tightening slightly.

(Y/n) trembled in fear at his sudden change of attitude. Panic swirled in her chest. He wasn’t like this. This was so rare of him. “I...I was in an accident when I was younger,” she said. And to him, that was enough.

Sebastian moved (Y/n)’s bangs a little to reveal a jagged line from the hairline and led on into a thin straight line. He knew it. But it couldn’t be the same person in his dream. The girl in his dream died. And he never knew her name or anything.

“Sorry for overstepping, (Y/n)” Sebastian said, releasing her limb, realizing how hard he grabbed her. “I’ll be on my way now,” he said as he turned around. (Y/n) thought that she might’ve triggered him, but Sebastian replied, “If you want, come over to my room tomorrow before 10. I’ll be on my way to Sam’s then,” he said before ultimately leaving.

“Night, (Y/n). Sweet dreams.”

[simpz-art-stash]

The Breakdown [LMK]

A moment between MKing and Fang where both  finally regard each other and their relationship as father / daughter  & teacher / student. Tags: LOTS OF FLUFF “Again.” A pained groan escaped Fang as she sat up on her sore butt for the upteenth time. “Can’t we take a break?...My tail hurts…” She whined. She was tired, sweaty, and not at all having any fun. “No.”  MKing replied bluntly, “Get up. You’re never going to win if you stay down.” He replied, arms crossed with that same serious look on his face.

She  pouted and with an exaggerated motion, propped herself back up with the  little wooden staff she’d been using since the start of this whole  training business. The poor thing had seen better days, it was  splintered and worn, to the point she’d had to wrap the base of it in  fabric just to keep her hands from getting blisters. Which at this point  had hardly done much to ease her swelling callouses. And that wasn’t  even counting the last few matches she’d endured under her father’s  lessons. Ever since she’d turned 50 or so, that was when they’d  started this whole routine. He’d told her his reasoning for why she was  here, to grow strong and take by his side as his successor in the  future. She of course agreed to it, being the ever giving child to the  Monkey King. She wanted nothing more than to be just like him. To grow  up big and strong and eventually go on her own journey. Right now however she was struggling just to keep her legs from collapsing as she wiped the sweat off her brow. “Again.” He  commanded, snapping her from her thoughts as her eyes glanced across  the field of the dojo into his. She took a breath to steel her nerves  and charged at him. Remembering what he’d told her, putting force into  each step, and attempting to swing into the strike at the last minute. This time, this time- Her  steps were still just as unbalanced as the last attempt, even with her  stance poised properly, it left her wide open for an attack. Something  MKing had masterfully pulled from his observation in watching her run at  him the way she was now. It was sloppy, unfocused, and it didn’t take  him any time at all to swiftly advert her center of gravity around his  and throw her back. And just as before she found her world  spinning in a blurred mess of colors as she was flung back onto the  ground. This time landing on her side where a loud SNAP was heard. As  soon as he’d heard that noise he’d switched his demeanor in an instant  and rushed over, his brow creased as the dust settled. He first saw the  staff broken in two, its splintered bits laying scattered about. But as  some movement caught his eye, he shifted his attention towards that and  saw her moving to sit up, there wasn’t any screaming or crying so that  was a good sign. “Ah geeze..” He sighed, grateful it hadn’t been anything serious, “Come on let's get you a new one-” “I  DON’T WANNA ANYMORE!” She yelled. Which caused him to jump a little at  her sudden exclamation. His attention now primarily focused on the very  distraught child before him. Upon closer inspection she looked fine,  maybe a lil bruised but nothing a good night's rest couldn’t fix. No,  what really caused him to freeze up was the look on her face. She looked at him with a look of fear.

Now, Wukong was a monkey of many things. A proud warrior,  an old general, a friend and then some. He’d taken on countless battles  and fearsome enemies, with very few able to really strike the fear into  his core. But when it came to being envisioned with a look of  fear, and by his own child no less, it left him in a state of shock he  hadn’t felt in quite some time. In that moment of shell-shock  she’d managed to regain her footing enough to stumble on passed him, her  hands wiping at her face as she ran off. “Fang!” He called out to her, “Sweetpeach, wait- I-” It hadn't taken him long to really find her, one peek with his true sight saw her high up in the old bonsai that had been growing on the ledge of the cavern his little hut resided in. But even so..she didn't look anywhere near ready to deal with him right then so he simply sent out a few of the monkies to keep an eye on her while he went off to pick up some food, think things over. And boy did he think things over, if he thought he overthought things before, his mind was practically buzzing like an angry hive by the time he'd finally made it home. He was pushing her and pushing her and at this point he might as well of pushed her away altogether with the way she left him earlier. It broke his heart..seeing his little girl so distraught. All the while he'd been keeping himself blind to the signs for this reason alone, to make her strong..and himself stronger so that when the time came and something worse happened... He shook his head, he didn't wanna think about something like that when she couldn't even leave the island without his guidance.

He still found her in the same place as before, and exchanged a few glances with some of the older monkies that had been keeping an eye on her. They all seemed pretty huffy with him. 'Well that makes two of us...' He sighed. Passing them and climbing up into the tree, his eyes glancing over at the little ball curled tight around a cute little plush he'd made for her. Minikong, defender of the princess, stared back at Wukong, judging him in all his glory. But he could care less at that point, he had enough guilt to flood the ocean several times over, no his eyes were more keen to meet the current bundle taking resident in the little spot in the tree. "Sweetpeach?..." He spoke softly, as if the slightest wake against her fragile little ball would crumble her. It crumbled something when she flinched at his voice.

He cleared his throat when no answer came, "I uh..brought you some dinner." He rose his arm a little, before he placed down a carefully folded package of sliced fruit, all wrapped together in banana leaves. When she made no real movement to go for the food he sighed, "Come'on bud..throw me a peach here.." He pouted. She made a small noise, her little tail curling around her ankle, as if trying to make herself smaller in hopes he'd just forget about her and leave. "not hungry..." A rumble of her stomach claimed otherwise, which in turn got a small laugh out of Wukong, before he had to remind himself of his manners. "You sure about that?? Could've sworn I heard a rather distinguished appetite.." He hummed a little, his eyes never wavering from her furry little tail. She only seemed to grumble something incomprehensible in return. Creasing Wukong's brow as he tried to formulate a means to break through to her, at least enough to where she wouldn't starve herself... His eyes glanced back to Minikong, looking for pity, before an idea came to mind. "What's that Minikong?? She really isn't hungry?? Well that just won't do! And even after I picked her most favorite ripe fruit too..." He opened up the little ball of leaves, revealing the sweet savory piece's he'd so neatly cut up. He wasn't the best but he made due. "Sure would be a shame to let these spoil so soon..." He gave an overly exaggerated sigh, "I suppose that just means I'll have to eat them aaaaall by myself.." His eyes gave a side glance to the slight shuffle beside him. "Every.Last.Piece." "Nooo!!" Fang whined aloud suddenly, her movements jostling the branch she'd taken up residence on. Prompting Wukong to collect the rest of the snack before it met an untimely end to the monkies below. "Hmm?" Wukong quirked a brow back at her, hovering a piece dangerously close to his mouth all the same though. "Nonono!!" She smacked at his arm with Minikong, the traitor taking up arms against their king. "Woah kiddo I was just kidding!-" “Please don’t hate me. I know I can get better! Just train me more!” He froze, the piece in his hand lowering altogether as he turned to look at her altogether and her poor puffy face. Then it clicked. "Sweetpeach..." "I wanna get better, I wanna be strong, but it's hard!! I'm sorry!!" She stared tearing up again, her hands wiping at those big blue eyes of hers as she broke down. "I'm sorry, I'll get stronger, just don't leave me daddy!!" She bawled. And that right there shook Wukong's heart to the core, prompting him to drop what little fruit he had in hand before he finally took her into his arms. Cradling her and trying to soothe her cries. "Shh shh..hey it's okay.." He sighed, commending all those mother's and father's out there for having the strength to last as long as they did with this whole parenting thing...he could only imagine how the hell DBK dealt with it when he'd still been around. When her crying finally seemed to calm down he simply stayed with her like that for a bit, letting his hands comb through her hair while she sat curled up in his lap, so small to the rest of the world was she. He wanted to keep her safe from that world, that terrible merciless expanse that sought to take just as much as it gave. He wanted her to be strong, to keep safe, but he also wanted her to be happy...and what kind of father would he be to fail his own daughter if she wasn't any of those things? "I would never leave you behind...never for the remainder of eternity would I ever think of doing that to you." He softly stated, "I'm sorry I've been so hard on you..I didn't mean to push you as much as I did I just..." He sighed, "I just wanted to make sure that you would be ready. More than I was when I had to face the world and it's many painful lessons..." A sniffle escaped Fang then, her hands gripping at his shirt, before she shifted up a little, enough to look up at him, "Is that why you've been so scary?..." She sniffled, hiccuping a little, "Because..the world is scary..?" She blinked. His face grimaced, trying to keep it together for her sake, he brought his hand up and brushed a few stray tears off her cheek with his thumb. "I guess you could say that..." "I don't wanna..." Her face twisted into a sad frown, a threatening bout of tears pooled along the edges of her eyes despite the snot already running. "I don't wanna face the world if I can't have you with me anymore..." There it was, that remorseful little sliver of guilt that had been biting away at his core for the last few months, finally breaking through his stone ridden skin and jabbing him right in the heart. She'd been doing this for him. Pushing herself for him. To be the successor he told her she'd grow to be one day. She'd been so amped up, so happy to know she had a future to look forward to under his guidance. But that had been back when she was still a child, no better aware of her knowledge of the way things worked more than he did with the humans and their ever-growing fondness for technology. "I'm so sorry I made you feel that way sweetpeach...You don't have to be my successor if you don't want to.." "B-but I do!! I wanna make you proud!!.." She exclaimed, grabbing onto his shirt, "Be strong like you.." "Fang.." He called her name, prompting her to stiffen, he never used that name unless it was serious business. "I'm already proud of you...You've come so far with your training, even if you can't see it, you've already mastered plenty of martial arts! Took me years to find a good starting point and even then I had to fight just to get a teacher as good as myself." He hugged her close, "You don't need to be my successor for me to be proud of you OR to live here, you'll still be my little sweetpeach all the same..." He smiled down at her, easing her fears finally. "Whether you like it or not-" A squeal rang out of her when he lifted her up and began to smother her with kisses. "Stooop!!" She laughed, squirming like a fish out of water as he tickled her silly. "Stoppit!! That tickles!!" "I should hope so! Had me worried all day!!" He grinned, before heard a growl from her, his brow perking up. "Oh? Does the princess have her appetite back finally??" He smirked, finally putting her back down. Before his tail finally put down the bundle of leaves he'd been holding onto and allowed her to pick out the more juicy piece's she liked. "Go on then, I don't want you complain'n later that you missed dinner." He ruffled her hair a little and sat back. "Thank you daddy.." Her voice replied, a little muffled from the mouthful of food she had, but glazed with a sweetness that coated his heart with a sugary glaze that left him warm inside. "Of course bud..."

[dc41896]

Attention

Pairing: Johnny “Human Torch” StormxBlack Reader

⚠️: Tiny bit of angst (if it even counts really), also tiny bit of implied happy times, but mostly fluff💕!

Re-reading over your notes for what felt like the millionth time this week, you softly mumble to yourself the highlighted material hoping that everything would remain stuck in your mind for your practical tomorrow.

“Intramuscular means within the muscle and is given at a 90 degree angle. Intravenous means within the vein, given at a 25 degree angle. Subcutaneous: in the subcutaneous layer at a 45 degree angle. And finally intradermal-,”

“Psst....psst!!”

If only your boyfriend would stop being a grown man child and let you finish studying though.

“Yes Johnny?,” you sigh still looking down at your binder.

“Take a break, I want to show you something.”

“No Johnny we’re not doing that again.”

“I wasn’t talking about that princess,” he smirks moving to lean against the bedroom door frame. “Although I’m not complaining if you want more.”

Giving him a look clearly showing how you weren’t in the mood, he chuckles holding up his hands to show he was done joking.

“Seriously though I want to show you something, so can you please come with me?”

“Just tell me, or take a picture of it on your phone and show me that way. I really have to keep studying and don’t have time for a bunch of breaks.” Straightening up, a low huff leaves his lips as you hear him pad through the living room before coming back holding a new action figure posed as if about to throw a handful of flames.

“Look! It’s me!,” he beams squatting next to you holding out the toy for you to see.

“Mhm that’s nice babe,” you smile not really displaying the reaction he wanted you to.

“I see you’re having a hard time containing your excitement,” he retorts sarcastically, bringing his mini me back towards his chest.

“It really is nice babe, it’s just similar to some of your other toys that I’ve already seen.”

“But with this one, the little flame lights up. See?” Pressing the small button on the back to show the tiny, plastic flame glowing scarlet, a wide smile spreads across his face making you giggle.

“Yes very cool. Now if that’s all, I gotta get back to this okay?”

“Alright,” he sighs standing up to return to his spot on the couch probably cold by now. “Why don’t you come study out here? It’ll be more comfortable than sitting on the floor.”

“Because you’re watching tv and that’s gonna distract me.”

“Not anymore. The game’s off so I’m done for the night,” he playfully smiles stealing one of your study packets making you whine his name. “Cmon you know you’d rather sit on the big, soft, incredibly comfy couch.”

Wiggling his brows, you roll your eyes trying to focus back on the words in front of you, but as always, seeing his adorable pout was wearing you down. Plus the ache in your buttcheeks was really making the couch, or any soft piece of furniture for that matter, sound like heaven.

“And, as an added bonus, your incredibly hot, charming, all around amazing boyfriend will be there.”

“Johnny...”

“As!...support and to help anyway I can of course. What did you think?,” he feigns shock as you shake your head.

“Alright fine. But if you try to distract me just once, I’m kicking you out for the rest of the night, and you’ll have to either get a hotel, or crash with Reed and Sue.”

“Okay deal,” he chuckles helping you stand and gather the packets, pens, and highlighters you needed to continue your attempted all nighter.

Sat in the middle of the plush sectional with one of his legs draped over your folded ones and the other stretched out behind you, so far he’d done well on his agreement. He stayed busy on his phone watching sports highlights with earbuds attached to his head, and hardly ever touched you unless to give a reassuring hug when he could sense you were getting overwhelmed, or softly dance his finger along your arm making you smile. He even started quizzing you from whichever packet you were on as you lied just below his chest playing with his free hand.

From how he was earlier, seemingly a bit more clingy and not wanting to be away from you, something told you deep down this was all he wanted. Just feeling your body near him as you did whatever, no matter how boring the task was. And although a little distracting, you couldn’t be completely mad at him for his antics since deep down you know you wanted it too.

Honestly need may be the better word judging from your noticeably calmer state. Even Johnny could feel your heart rate gradually decrease to its normal speed through his body.

Soon his yawn began to trigger your own set and eyelids became heavy as the questions came slower along with your answers. You tried to fight it off, but apparently your body had other plans making it increasingly more difficult to open your eyes until both of your light snores were the only sound that could be heard throughout the room.

———

“Good morning Mr. Johnny Storm, Miss Y/N,” the computerized security system greets opening the curtains to reveal the bright sun and cause you to stir. Rubbing your eyes, you see all the packets spread on the glass coffee table quickly reminding you of your exam.

“Sherlock, what time is it?,” you ask in a panic as you sit up causing Johnny to shift slightly without opening his eyes.

Also, why he decided to name the computer system Sherlock, you’d never understand.

“11:30 am miss.”

Grabbing your packets as fast as you can, a string of curses fall from your lips as you run about trying to collect your things. By now you were supposed to be on campus looking over your notes one last time before going in for your slot time at 12. At this rate, you’d definitely be over an hour late and received an automatic zero.

“What’s the rush princess?,” your boyfriend tiredly asks stretching his arms over his head as he stands.

“I overslept and I’m late,” you sniff trying to hold back your tears as you search through drawers trying to find your scrubs. “Where are they?”

Joining you in the room, he tries to kiss your cheek only to miss you completely as you rush past him still looking for your clothes.

“Closet babe. By my suit.”

“Well what about the other ones since those need to be washed now?”

“In the basket to be washed.”

“You mean the same clothes in the basket I asked you to wash last weekend,” you retort changing into the faint ash smelling scrubs. Noticing you wiping your eyes a bit more frequently, he manages to grab your arm stopping you from wherever else you needed to go.

“Johnny seriously I don’t have time for this-,”

“Relax okay? Let’s try to call your professor and tell them what happened to see if you can get a new time.”

“It’s not gonna work. This isn’t an emergency situation, I just overslept like an idiot,” you answer pulling away to finish the rest of your morning routine in the bathroom.

He sighs hearing you bang about while pulling his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants trying to find the number for your school. His upcoming events list popping up though makes him deeply chuckle as he shakes his head.

“Oh honey...!”

“Johnny please don’t start. I’m already frustrated a-and overwhelmed trying to figure out what to do and just need to-.” Holding his phone in front of your eyes, you see his calendar showing all his important meetings and interviews, along with your test date.

Which wasn’t until next Monday.

Pulling your phone from your backpack, you go to your calendar to find the same thing making you feel even dumber.

“...S-So I don’t have my test today?”

“No princess,” he smiles coming closer to caress your face with both hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“And I stayed up all night this week studying for nothing?”

“Well not for nothing. You know your stuff now, so you won’t have to worry about it later.”

“Yea,” you sigh looking up at him as you hold onto his strong forearms. “Sorry for snapping at you about the laundry, and for kinda being cranky yesterday.”

“You were stressed. I get it.”

“But still, there were things I could’ve said differently-.”

“I forgive you,” he smiles leaning in to meet your soft lips with his in a needy kiss he’d been craving since yesterday. Biting your bottom lip as he just barely pulls away, your hands wander from his forearms to his flexed biceps, shoulders, and eventually chest stopping to graze your index finger along the small dip below his neck.

“Well since I don’t have an exam today and no classes, I was thinking...”

“Oh I think I know,” he smirks tilting his head lower to nip at your jaw and neck making you giggle.

“I help you do the laundry.” As soon as the sentence left your mouth, his stopped making you laugh harder while he groaned against your skin.

“Alright I promise it’ll get done today, but can’t we do it later?,” he whines with puppy eyes, lifting you so your legs could wrap around his hips as if trying to persuade you.

“Let me finish. We do the laundry so I can have clean scrubs and between loads, I give you all the attention I know you’ve been wanting that I wasn’t fully able to give this week.”

“Hey it’s not like I’ve been that-,” he tries to deny before meeting your eyes as if they were saying “really?”

“...yes please,” he smiles before his mouth returns to your smiling lips.

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Blankets and Horror Movies | pjm

↬ Pairing: Jimin x F. Reader

↬ Story Genre: fluff

↬ Warnings: death in the movie they’re watching

↬ Word count: 1.6K

↬ Summary:  It’s movie night at your house and your annoying roommate Jungkook decides you should all watch a horror movie. You couldn’t bear to watch horror movies but it all became much more tolerable when you found out you were going to share a couch and a blanket with your crush - Park Jimin.

a/n: guys, if you’re reading my stuff for the first time this isn’t me lmao. I usually only write dirty ass smut, but I don’t know what came over me today that I felt like writing a tooth roting fluffy ass drabble (is this a known side effect of corona? did I catch it?). anyways...enjoy <3

“You know what we should do? We should totally watch a horror movie!” Said your annoying roommate Jungkook, knowing damn well you couldn’t bear to watch those movies.

“Oh my god yes!” His friend Taehyung answered, much to your despair. “I’ll go make popcorn!” Before you could protest he was already running to your kitchen like a little kid.

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” You pulled your roommate aside and whispered to him in an angry tone. “You know damn well I can’t watch scary movies!”

“Why? Are you scared you’re gonna have nightmares?” His mocking tone made you want to punch him right in the stomach.

“Hey Y/N, you like horror movies right? Which one do you want to watch?” The sweet voice of Jimin - Jungkook’s friend who you had a crush on for about a year - asked you while he was browsing for something to watch.

Jimin’s question really made you second guess all your life choices. On one hand, you really couldn’t watch scary movies, you had tried it before and it didn’t work out well for you. On the other hand, you didn’t want Jimin to think you were a wuss so, in an attempt to look brave and cool you lied to him. “Oh yeah, I love them!”

“Hyung, put on the House of Wax, she loves that one!”

Jungkook knew you had a crush on his friend and he was taking every single opportunity to torture you. That brat. You’d soooo get back at him for this later.

“Oh good one!” Jimin quickly turned to Jungkook’s laptop and typed the name of the movie, sealing in your doom.

You looked at your roommate with killer eyes and quietly plotted your revenge as he gave you a stupid grin.

“The popcorn is done!” Said Taehyung, emerging back in the living room with two bowls filled with popcorn. 

“I call dibs on the bean bag!” Jungkook shouted as he quickly ran to the bean bag placed right in front of the couch.

“Me too!” Taehyung soon followed to the bean bag on the left, almost spilling all the popcorn as he threw himself to the bean bag.

Quickly doing the math in your head you realized that meant that you would have to sit on the sofa with Jimin - just the two of you. Obviously he would be your first choice - you wanting nothing more than to sit next to him - but the just the thought of it made you nervous.

“Come on, Y/N.” After pressing play, Jimin turned off the lights and picked up a blanket so he could sit on the couch. “Looks like we’ll be popcorn buddies!” He smiled at you and, for a moment, you almost forgot all about the movie, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading across your chest. 

Making your way to your crush, you passed by Taehyung and picked up your bowl of popcorn. You then joined Jimin under the blanket and took a deep breath, the smell of his cologne filling up your nostrils.

“Are you scared?” Jimin whispered so the other two couldn’t hear. He knew you and Jungkook bickered a lot so he probably figured if he asked it out loud Jungkook would come at you.

You were getting ready to deny it all but your crush saw right through you. “Don’t worry, if you feel scared you can hold onto me okay?”

You shyly nodded and turned your head to the TV.

It was hard paying attention to the movie. Firstly because you were too scared, but second because you could feel the heat radiating off of Jimin’s body. You weren’t glued to each other, but you were close enough that you could make contact at any minute, and that made your heart beat.

You reached your hand to get some popcorn but failed to notice that your crush was also reaching for the bowl, resulting in your hands touching. You both smiled at each other in a small gesture of apology, the crescent moons his eyes formed making you look back at the TV to hide the blush on your cheeks. 

As you looked back at the TV the first creepy scenes showed up - somebody was videotaping the main characters sleeping in their tents out in the woods. It wasn’t anything that serious, but the tension was so big that all of your muscles immediately tightened up. Jimin noticed this and placed his hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Everything alright?” He whispered once more.

“Yeah, it’s just...creepy.” Your whole body shivered with the creepy feeling making Jimin laugh.

“Come on, don’t go out by yourself!” Jungkook commented as the main girl left her tent alone to check the noise she had just heard.

“She’s so gonna die,” added Taehyung.

You instinctively grabbed the blanket covering you and Jimin and brought it up to your face, leaving your head exposed from the eyes up. The music was building up, and so was the tension in your body. Then, the main girl slowly turned around to reveal her worried boyfriend with a loud shrieky sound.

You jumped up at the sound and immediately recoiled next to Jimin, your head unconsciously nuzzling on your crush’s chest.

Jungkook laughed at your reaction. “You are such a baby.”

“Leave her alone Jungkook, it was a tense moment,” Jimin reasoned trying and succeeding on making you feel better. But once you realized his voice was coming right from above you and that you were practically on top of him you quickly backed away, feeling embarrassed.

“Mhm…” He teased and you kicked him off the bean bag, making Jimin and Taehyung laugh.

“Hey!” 

“Shut up and watch the movie, Jeon Jungkook,” you said, feeling victorious.

He scoffed and plonked himself back on the bean bag, everybody’s attention being back on the movie. Everybody’s but yours, for you couldn’t help but think about the contact you just had with Jimin. Now that you had tasted his embrace for a brief moment you found yourself missing it.

As the movie progressed and the events got more macabre you found yourself getting closer and closer to Jimin, now being completely nuzzled under his arm. The smell of his cologne and the softness of his hoodie bringing you some comfort.

At some point, as one of the characters was about to be killed Jimin covered your eyes and whispered to your hair: “Don’t look now.”

You started to shake as you heard the character scream and Jimin kept on trying to calm you down, placing kisses on top of your head. “Shhh, I’m here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” You didn’t know if he was saying that just because of the movie, but something about the tone of his voice told you it was something else.

When the movie was over, you had your arms around Jimin and your head hidden on his chest. You were holding him so tight you wondered if he was having trouble breathing.

“It’s over now baby, you can look,” he whispered into your hair as his fingers drew soothing circles on your back.

“Oh my god look at Y/N!” Jungkook mocked you, making you boil in anger. “You’re such a chicken.”

“Wanna see who’s a chicken? Say that to me again, I dare you Jeon!” You started to pull back your sleeves but Jimin held you back.

“Come on guys, break it off. Don’t ruin movie night!”

“Fine…” You and your roommate both answered with a pouty face.

“Wanna watch another movie?” Taehyung asked as he grabbed the remaining popcorn with his hand and filled his whole mouth with it.

“Alright, but let’s watch something lighter this time.” Your request made Jungkook turn back around to tease you once more, but the look Jimin gave him made him keep quiet.

You didn’t know how many movies you watched. You didn’t even know which movies you watched, you were so focused on Jimin’s light touches that you barely could even think straight. 

Eventually, the four of you had fallen asleep but you woke up startled from a nightmare, waking Jimin up in the process. When you came to it, you noticed you had been sleeping right on top of him and you immediately backed away.

“Y/N is everything alright?” You could tell by the frown on his eyebrows that he was worried about you.

“Yeah...sorry I woke you. I just...had a nightmare about the movie.”

“Oh...come here.” He didn’t even wait for you to act, he simply took your hand and pulled you back to him, your arms wrapping around him as in instinct. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“I-The bad guys from the movie had caught you and…” You started to cry, feeling the terrors of the vivid nightmare as you recalled the event.

“Shh-shh, it’s okay. I’m here, see?” He pulled your chin up so you could look him in the eyes. “Feel my heart.” He grabbed your hand and placed it right on his chest just on top of his heart - it was beating fast. “I’m alive. I would never leave you.”

Suddenly the mood changed. Your heart was beating fast but the nightmare wasn’t the motive anymore - it was Jimin. You looked him straight in the eyes and felt nothing but warmth, nothing but love.

His eyes danced between your own eyes and your lips and soon enough he was leaning in, moulding his plush lips against yours.

The kiss was sweet and tender, everything you saw Jimin as. His palms were pressed against your cheeks and his fingers were caressing your skin, drying up your tears in the process. 

When you broke apart both of you were breathless, just silently looking at each other and enjoying the moment.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he confessed as he leaned his forehead on yours, still rubbing circles on your cheek.

“Me too,” you smiled, the terrifying feeling of the nightmare being long gone and the feeling of Jimin’s lips being the only thing you could think of.

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[bellafarallones2]

a stranger in a strange land

Hollis recognized Indrid Cold like a traveler might recognize another from their home country. Indrid was studying the display of new nonfiction in the Kepler Community Library, arms folded across his chest. He was wearing jeans and a white tank-top.

Hollis moved confidently, black combat boots on gray library carpet. Indrid looked up a moment before they reached his side, and nodded to acknowledge them.

Hollis looked into their own face, reflected in his red sunglasses. Those sunglasses were familiar. They’d met someone, a few years back, when coolness was something they aspired to rather than claimed as easily as the double-black-diamond ski jumps, who wore sunglasses with a third lens in the center of their forehead. Indrid’s were mundane by comparison.

“Hey, I’m Hollis. They/them.”

Indrid waited a beat after they’d finished to start speaking. “Indrid. He/him. Pleasure to meet you.”

“You, uh, new in town?”

“One might say.”

Hollis laughed. “C’mon, man, not exactly a riddle.”

“Yeah, I am new in town.”

“Well, if you wanna meet people. There’s a bar called the Little Dipper. Cool spot.”

Indrid nodded. “Thank you for the recommendation.”

They didn’t see each other again until after the end of the world.

Indrid was sitting on the curb outside of the all-night diner. Mosquitos buzzed around his bare shoulders but did not bite. He’d been walking home along the dark highway, and the blend of neon and fluorescent lights leaking out of the big windows had been irresistible.

He heard the roar of a motorcycle before the headlight appeared around the bend. Someone in a yellow leather jacket and torn-up black jeans. They pulled into the parking lot of the diner and came to a stop right in front of Indrid. He saw his own face - sallow cheeks, round sunglasses - reflected in the opaque visor of their helmet, and wondered idly whether this was how other people felt looking at him.

Hollis pulled off their helmet and ran a hand through their hair, arranging it into their preferred state of dishevelment.

“Hello, Hollis,” said Indrid. Two futures stretched in front of him. Hollis might want to talk, or they might not.

“Long time no see.”

Indrid waited a beat before replying. It was still a conscious effort not to finish people’s sentences for them. “Yeah.”

During the apocalypse, Hollis was always the point of a V of motorcycles, but tonight they were alone.

“Where’s your…” Indrid could say gang, and Hollis would look sharply at him. Indrid could also say friends, and Hollis would laugh and say we’re a gang, old man. “Where are the rest of the Hornets?”

“Keith’s grandparents are in town, so he’s at home.” Hollis shrugged. “I don’t need an escort. You coming in, or what?”

Indrid pushed himself to his feet and followed Hollis into the brightly lit diner. The waitress sat them at a table near the window. The darkness beyond the dim parking lot was complete. It was like Indrid was a passenger on an ocean liner looking out into the Pacific at night, or rather that a bioluminescent sea had nothing on the darkness of thick pines.

Indrid flipped straight to the drinks section of the laminated menu and ordered an iced tea. Hollis seemed to know the waitress, joked with her, and there were a few futures where she flirted back, but it didn’t happen. Hollis asked for bacon and eggs and French toast and Mountain Dew.

They each had a paper napkin wrapped around a fork and knife and secured with a paper band. Hollis unwrapped theirs and laid the fork on the left side of their place setting, the knife on their right. The knife was thick and blunt, barely serrated, the kind of thing that could cut through eggs and pancakes but not anything sturdier without a fight.

Indrid’s compound eyes twitched. There were many possible futures, most of them benign, but in one Hollis gripped that knife white-knuckle hard and lunged across the table.

“Are you upset with me because I’m from Silvaine?” said Indrid quietly.

“What? No..” Hollis edged their hand away from the blunt dinner knife. “Why do you think I’m upset with you?”

“You’re thinking about attacking me.”

The waitress arrived with their drinks. Indrid dumped four sugar packets into his iced tea and stirred, watching the sugar swirl like flakes of snow. The futures shuffled.

Now he saw Hollis slashing at their own wrists, now holding the knife straight-up on the table and bringing their head down, forcing the metal through their own eye. The kind of violence Indrid hadn’t seen since the abominations.

“You can read my mind!?” said Hollis, angry but still speaking quietly enough that the waitress wouldn’t hear.

“No. I can see the future, or rather, all the possible futures, which means I can see what courses of actions you’re considering.”

“Considering is a strong word. I don’t want to do anything to you. It just… occurred to me that I could.”

Indrid sucked on his straw. Sugar crunched between his teeth. Now, teeth, that was something it’d taken him a long time to get used to.

“My therapist calls them intrusive thoughts,” Hollis continued. “I hate it.”

Indrid nodded. “Good to know you don’t want to kill me. It’d take more than a dinner knife, anyway.”

Hollis pressed their hands palm-down on the table, fingers splayed. “Am I going to hurt someone?”

“Well, just because I can see the possibility doesn’t mean it’ll ever become reality. The choice is always yours.”

The waitress came back with Hollis’ food. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything to eat?” she said to Indrid. “More iced tea?”

“More tea, please,” he said, and passed her his glass, which was now empty except for ice and undissolved sugar.

“So you’re telling me,” said Hollis, loading their fork with egg, “that you can see the future, and you’re still living in Kepler, West Virginia? You could be in a penthouse in Vegas, drinking iced tea out of a crystal wine glass. You could be absolutely drowning in pussy. Or dick. Whatever.”

“I won my Winnebago playing poker.”

“And you didn’t aim higher?”

“Nobody in Kepler will play me anymore.” Now Indrid was getting irritated. Who was Hollis to chastise him for lack of ambition? He'd moved all the way to another planet. He was the red light between the trees, the sound of wingbeats in the summer night, the silhouette on the trembling bridge. “Why are you still here?”

Hollis waved their hand dismissively. “I’ve been to New York, and I think I’m more suited to the big fish in a small pond lifestyle. I’m not interested in not being the best-looking, coolest person in town.”

“I have to exert conscious effort every second of every day not to be unacceptably strange. I can’t take my sunglasses off in public, ever, and my bedroom walls have dents from times they’ve fallen off when I’m asleep. I cannot afford to attract human attention.”

“Have you ever been to a big casino?”

“No.”

“What if you had a spotter? I could go with you, or Keith and I, or whoever you’re comfortable with. You wouldn’t have to do all the talking, and we could split the profits.”

Indrid saw plush carpet and hotel Jacuzzis big enough for his other body, bartenders serving Shirley Temples twenty-four hours a day. “Get me a Hornets jacket and I’m in.”

[hammeredalcoholic]

Requests are open and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Not to be nsfw on main but uhhh,, can I ask for first time getting a bj for Josuke?

this is me constantly. i’m always horny on main!!!

song inspo (pls listen to this it works so well): Bed by Nicki Minaj 

rated: nsfw/18+

This wasn’t your first rodeo. 

You’ve had boyfriends before, hell, even a couple girlfriends. But nothing could prepare you for this.

Josuke Higashikata, your boyfriend, had never once done anything remotely sexual. He was 18 now, despite meeting him his freshman year. You guys had hit it off the end of junior year, and started dating about half way through the summer.

He was a handsome man, that’s for damn sure. So hearing that coming from his lips, even when they were slightly slurred, shook you to your core.

It was a Friday night, and the both of you were on top of your roof. A bottle of cheap vodka mixed with orange juice was passed back and forth. That’s when it was brought up.

“Y’know… I’ve never been with anyone before.” Josuke said, looking up towards the stars. You glanced over at him. 

“I thought you’ve had girlfriends before.” You replied, taking another swig from the bottle. It stung going down, but the light buzz it gave was worth it. 

“I mean yeah, I have. But that’s not what I was talking about.” His eyes were now on you, seemingly drinking your form in. Sitting up, you pushed your hair out of your face, the slight breeze pulling it behind you. “What are you talking about, then?” You questioned, handing the bottle back to him.

Before speaking, he took another drink. “I mean, erm- Sexually.” 

Oh. 

Hm. 

Your eyebrows shot up, and he could tell that you were surprised. “A fine piece of ass like you couldn’t get any?” The words tumbled from your mouth before your mind caught up to you. It didn’t matter, because Josuke let out a hearty laugh. 

“I suppose not. But, I guess I was waiting for the right person.” He let out a shaky breath. “Because of my father, I wasn’t too fond of the idea of sleeping around.” You understood that, his family situation was bizarre, at best. He’s explained it to you more than once.

“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.” You leaned back again, letting your eyes trace over the constellations you’d learned at a kid. Josuke handed the bottle back to you, and you brought it to your lips. 

“With that being said, I think I want to do it with you.” Any drink that was in your mouth at the moment was gone. Looking over at him, you swear your eyes were as big as saucers. 

Josuke was looking away, one hand on his chin, and a slight blush on his cheeks. 

He was serious. 

Oh god, he was fucking serious. 

“Oh well, um.” You started, setting the bottle down between your legs. “I’m not sure that you want what you say you do.” His eyes were back on you in a moment, with a questioning look on his face. 

“What do you mean? I said I wanted to do it, and I’ll stand by that.” 

Fucking hell, this prick was going to be the death of you. You needed more to drink. Swallowing another mouth full from the vodka, you sighed.  Shaking your head slightly, you ran a hand through your hair.

“Josuke, I’m not going to have sex with you just yet. It’s too soon, in my opinion.” His shoulders slumped at your statement. That left a sour taste in the back of your throat. You never wanted to see your boyfriend disappointed, but it was too soon. Two months wasn’t that long. 

“But,” You started again, and he perked up almost immediately, staring at you with eyes that sparkled. Fuck. “I’ll get you off. However you want me to.” 

“Is that so?” Josuke’s voice dripped with lust, and you didn’t think anyone could pull a complete 360 like he just did. It sent shivers down your spine. What did you just do? “I’ve always wondered how a blow job would feel.” 

Welp, at least you’ve had plenty of experience with that. You’ve been told on multiple occasions that you were good with your mouth. This should be a piece of cake. “Alright, that’s fine. Let’s go to my bedroom then.” 

Getting to your bed was troublesome. Being tipsy and trying to climb through your window was a lot. But, you managed, and soon enough, Josuke sat on your bed, legs spread. 

“Alright. Because this is your first time, you have to tell me if anything is too much. I’ll stop if you say so.” He nodded quickly, his hands going down to unbutton his pants. With a swift pull of his wrist, you stopped him. 

“Hey, hey. Stop being impatient. I’ll take care of you, babe.” You felt him shiver, and noticed the obvious tent start to form in his pants. 

Perfect. 

Settling yourself between his legs, you kissed him gently. His lips were soft and plush, and within moments he was kissing you back. Josuke let his hands wonder to your hips, holding you in place. 

You let your hands travel down his chest, and then over his toned stomach, but stopping just above his abdomen. Teasing him is a must-- it makes things better in the end. Licking on his bottom lip, you asked for permission to be let in.

Josuke sighed, opening his mouth slightly. You deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue along his own. Fuck, he tasted like orange juice and liquor. It was beyond addicting. Leaning into him slightly, you pressed a knee into his crotch. 

He was fully hard now, which didn’t surprise you one bit. His breath hitched when you moved your knee slightly, providing him some much needed friction. Josuke’s eyes were screwed shut, and you pulled back, just taking in his form. 

Seeing your boyfriend like this sent a wave of arousal to your core. His mouth was open, lips wet from your kiss. A bright pink blush was plastered across his face. You took a mental picture, and continued your advances. 

Leaning back in, you pulled off his jacket. It wasn’t needed anymore, so it fell to the bed. Pressing hot kisses along his neck, Josuke let out a gasp. His grip on your hips got tighter, and his hips started to move on his own accord. 

God, you couldn’t wait to watch him fall apart. 

You continued to assault his neck with kisses and licks, getting rough mewls with every movement. It was so hot, you just couldn’t help yourself anymore. Your hands traveled past his abdomen, rubbing against his erection. Josuke let out a startled noise, his eyes opening to look at you.

“Fuck, please. I don’t know how long I’m going to last.” 

That did it for you. Dropping to your knees almost instantly, you worked his pants off this practiced ease. His cock was big-- a lot bigger than what you’ve been with previously, but that didn’t matter.

What mattered was how it felt on your tongue. 

Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to his clothed tip. Josuke sucked in a harsh breath, and let it out in a moan when you ran your tongue down it. You continued these soft licks and kisses, giving him a taste of what it would be like. 

His hands found your hair, gripping onto it like it was life or death. It was cute. Deciding he’s had enough, you tugged off his boxers, pulling them down his thighs. His dick sprang free, and stood proud against his abdomen. It was flushed, leaking precum down the side. 

Licking your lips, you looked up into his eyes as you pressed a kiss to the tip. Then, you slipped him into your mouth, covering your teeth with your lips, and sucking slightly. He let out a moan, before biting into his lower lip. Deciding that wouldn’t do, you continued to suck, bobbing your head slightly.

With every bob, you took more of his cock, getting about half way down. His legs were shaking on each side of you, and you imagined it was hard for him not to grab your head and fuck your face. At least he had some self control. 

You got about ¾ of him in your mouth before he hit your throat. Holy shit, was he really this big? Taking what you couldn’t handle in your hand, you started an easy rhythm, bobbing your head and jerking him off simultaneously.

With the noise he made, you thought he had cum. 

But he didn’t, so you continued. You ran your tongue along his shaft with each bob, giving his tip some extra attention when you pulled back. The hand that wasn’t jerking him off came up and fondled his balls, cupping them gently. Josuke threw his head back, calling out your name in a broken moan. 

This was so fucking hot. You couldn’t help it but to grind into your foot, looking for any form of pleasure. This sight alone was almost too much, but the fact that his cock was heavy on your tongue was amazing. 

Soon enough, his hips started jerking into your mouth. He was close-- and you wanted to give him a good finish. Dropping the hand that groped his balls, you stabilized yourself on his thigh. 

Then, after relaxing your throat, you took him to the hilt. Black hairs tickled your nose, and you couldn’t help but ground against your foot hard. Josuke cried out, gripping your hair as he spilt down your throat. It was the hottest fucking thing you have seen in your entire life. 

You stayed in that position until you were sure he was done, sliding off and taking care of any droplets that you didn’t swallow. Josuke was dazed-- His cheeks were now bright red, breathing heavy and ragged. He looked completely wrecked. 

As soon as you leaned back, his eyes moved to you. 

“Holy fuck. That-- That was amazing, babe.” You smiled at the compliment, wiping the spit off your chin. 

“Mm. I try. Now, would you be a dear and help me out?” You stood up, motioning to the spreading wetness that had made it onto your jean shorts. His eyes got wide, before grabbing your hips and setting you in his lap. 

Josuke’s breath ghosted along your ear, and he pressed a sweet kiss to it.

“Gladly.”

[remember-to-be-gentle]

I’ve been working on this piece for over a MONTH and it still needs work, but I’m tired of keeping this to myself, so here it is. 

Subject: BNHA, Tamaki Amajiki + Dabi

Title: Hungry Hero, Vicious Villain (NSFW, pro hero!fem reader)

TW: Non Con, Penis/Balls expansion, bisexual?, Coercion, Implied Kidnapping, I genuinely don’t know what else I should tag this

This couldn't be happening. It was supposed to be an easy raid on a potential hideout for the League of Villains. You and your finance, Tamaki, had gone in together and things had quickly gone South when you were captured. Arms pinned above your head and a knife to your throat, you heard Dabi say, "Wait, are you actually getting hard right now?" 

Tamaki's face burned red, his ears slouching and shoulders scrunching. "I'm sorry." You stared in disbelief at the bulge in his costume. 

The two of you had refrained from sex until the wedding and conversation about kinks hadn't come up naturally, but could sweet and shy Tamaki really be into something like this? 

Dabi laughed in disbelief. "Hey, Suneater, you're a virgin, aren't you." It wasn't a question. Tamaki nodded. The laughter that came from Dabi's throat was dark, malicious. "A hero who hasn't even gotten his dick wet. Well, since your raid of our hideout failed, why don't I do you a favor?" 

A dark feeling settled in your stomach. 

He leaned into your ear, "If you so much as twitch I'll burn you to a crisp." His hands made their way down your costume, yanking open the buttons and zippers, exposing your breasts. Tamaki couldn't take his eyes off them. One of Dabi's burning hands wrapped around your breast, carefully groping and massaging the skin until your nipple hardened. Tamaki looked like he was going to drool. "You haven't so much as seen these yet, have you? Your girl has nice tits, you're going to like playing with these." 

Tamaki didn't respond, his breathing heavy and hands twitching at his sides. The bulge was getting bigger. 

Dabi continued to pull your costume off of you, he could kill you at any moment and Tamaki was completely entranced by what he was doing to you. Was he so sex-starved that watching a villain rape you could be satisfying? 

Dabi ripped off the bottom of your costume, leaving you completely nude, yanking your legs up and apart. "You see her pussy? It's real pink, isn’t it?”

Tamaki’s eyes went wide, focusing on your exposed hole. You wanted to squirm, escape Dabi’s hands grasp, and reclaim some sense of dignity, but if you did, you’d die. 

“If you want to enjoy it to the fullest, we need to make it drool.” Dabi’s voice settled into a growl. Behind you, you could feel his dick getting hard, excited but not nearly as much as Tamaki was. “Do you want a little taste of your wife-to-be?" 

Tamaki nodded. 

"Why don't you give it a taste then, eating hero." 

"I shouldn't..." He was giving you a pathetic look, the one where he pouted when baristas forgot sugar in his coffee and he didn't have the confidence to ask for a remake. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed. He wanted to. 

"If you don't, I'll burn her breasts off." 

That spurred him forward. Tamaki gave you an apologetic look, but you could see him licking his lips, eager for a taste. This needed to end. "Stop this," your voice was far smaller than you’d like, "please, there's no need for any of this." 

Dabi hushed you. "Watch him," he hissed. “If you look away for even a moment, I’ll burn you.”  

Tamaki looked overwhelmed between your legs, staring at your clit and slit as if it were a food he wasn't sure how to eat.

"Instruct him," Dabi murmured in your ear. “You know what happens if you don’t.” 

Damn it. How had a simple raid ended up like this? "Suneater," you said, careful to use his codename, "use your tongue. There's a pink nub toward the top, just start with that." You’d had a few minor sexual experiences before, fingers and humping from old partners along with your own dildo, but nothing this direct. You were almost as much in the dark as Tamaki. 

“Pink... nub...” His face vanished between your thighs and then you felt it: hot tongue on your clit. It took everything not to cry out, sharp tingling tightening your muscles. Dabi laughed when he felt you tense, but didn’t say anything. “That one?” Tamaki's voice shook, whether with excitement, nervousness, or a combination of the two, you couldn't tell. 

Damn it, why was he asking? “Y-Yes.” Where you’d been able to hold back your reactions, the facade was fading fast now that he was actually touching you. Your face burned and fingers clenched into fists uselessly at your sides.

That tingling came again, longer in its duration, as Tamaki licked you slowly. He lapped at you experimentally, gauging your reaction to his tongue each time. Sometimes a little harder. Sometimes just barely gliding over your sensitive bud, testing how each stroke of his tongue made you squirm. And then he bit down you. You couldn’t hold your voice back anymore, nearly screaming at the sensation of his teeth rolling across your sensitive clit. “Tamaki! Stop! I—.” 

Dabi hissed at you into silence. “Suneater, why don’t you play with these a little?” He bucked at you from behind, sending your entrance into Tamaki’s face and making your breasts bounce. “You can use your mouth on these, too.”

Begrudgingly, Tamaki dismounted his face from your entrance. He reached for your breasts, hesitancy making his fingers curl. 

“Flick her nipple. Do it before I get bored.”

Tamaki obeyed. His finger shot out, hitting your nipple with enough force to make the entire breast jiggle. He shuddered. Those hesitant hands grabbed your breasts, roughly squeezing and groping them. He brought himself closer, the huffs of his panting breath loud and needy. 

Dabi pushed you forward, making your crotch connect with Tamaki’s. He cried out, eyes wide. Something hot and wet spread between you two. You realized with a terrible soberness that Tamaki had just creamed his costume. He groaned, rubbing his hyper-sensitive cock against you, using your breasts to keep him grounded. “I...” He swallowed. “I want to be inside.” 

Inside? You looked down at his crotch where he was still heavily erect under the tent in his pants. 

“Then take it out, hero, show your precious fiancee your filthy hero cock.” 

“It's not... filthy...” he muttered, unzipping his crotch so his erection could spring free. 

Dabi whistled. You stared. It was enormous, slick with the load he’d exploded in his pants. You’d seen Tamaki naked before, it was a hazard of sharing a changing room at your agency and spending so much time together. You could say with certainty that you’d never seen Tamaki that big. His balls hadn’t been that big, either. They looked swollen with unused cum. 

“So it's true,” Dabi laughed, “you do have to have huge balls to be a hero.” He got on his knees, spreading you out on the floor. “Go ahead. Use her pussy until it becomes your cumdump. She deserves it for keeping you waiting, doesn’t she? And even if you don’t want to, I’d burn her to nothing if you don’t.” 

“It's too big!” You shouted. Dabi pushed you down into the ground, his grip bruising. 

Tamaki looked away, pulling his hood over his face. “I’m sorry... It's a side effect of my quirk. Anything I don’t use has to go somewhere...”

Dabi licked his lips. “I knew playing with you two was a good idea. I wonder how big we can get that dick, probably big enough to tear you apart. Fuck, now I’m wishing we’d gotten here sooner. Whatever, stick it in, Suneater.” 

“But you said... it should be drooling...” 

“Close enough. We’ll get it there next time.” Next time? Before could you think more on what he meant, Dabi pushed his fingers inside you. They spread you wide and you squealed, feeling his fingers play with the slick that had built up. A slimy smile spread across his face. “This should be fine.” Slowly, Dabi set you on the ground, keeping your legs spread open, “Go on, hero, put it inside.” 

Tamaki didn’t wait for Dabi to finish speaking, shoving his cock inside you. You cried out, feeling his swollen dick spread you out completely, nearly creating a bulge in your stomach. You grabbed his costume, unable to feel anything except his length inside you, twitching with anticipation, filling you to the brim. Tamaki moaned, clenching his teeth at your tightness. 

“You’ve been waiting for that, haven’t you?” Dabi purred, “I bet you fantasized about it every time she so much as bent over. Every time you were home alone with her sleeping form and you knew it would have been so easy to use that plush little mouth to get you off.” 

Tamaki shuddered, making a pitiful little noise in the back of his throat. He had. 

“Tamaki—.”

“Keep that pretty mouth of yours shut. The only thing I want to hear out of you is how much you love your fiance’s cock.” Dabi growled. He grabbed Tamaki’s hood, forcing him down, “Now fuck her like you’ve always wanted. Like the wild fucking beast you are.”

And then he did. Tamaki pulled back and slammed back in, groaning as he did. It felt like lightning up your body, pooling in your fingers and toes with each twitch of his cock. Behind you, Dabi praised him, dribbling words of encouragement as if it were honey. Each word seemed to make Tamaki shiver and pump inside you more erratically. His pace left no room for long strokes, he’d found his spot and couldn’t stop rubbing it against the top of your pussy until ropes of his cum were coating your insides.

 But he didn't stop. He kept fucking you through his orgasm, slamming against your cervix and then you felt it. By accident, Tamaki's enormous cock had found your spot. The noise that erupted from your throat was impossible to contain, a strangled, breathless cry. He stopped, staring at you as you twitched around him. "What was that?" 

"You found it," Dabi answered, "that little spot will make her feel good, too. You can make her cum, too, if you hit it." 

"I can make her cum?" The excitement in Tamaki's voice sent a shiver of fear down your spine. He was going to do it, exploit your g-spot until the only thing you could think about was your next orgasm. 

"Can you find it again, Suneater?" Dabi pushed. 

Tamaki plunged back in, watching your face for the tell-tale sign that he'd found your spot. That massive cock of his slammed right into it, making your muscles tighten and voice cry out. An unhinged smile spread across his face and he did it again. "Does it feel good?" 

“Answer him.” Dabi hissed.

You nodded reluctantly, struggling to stop yourself from moaning aloud. 

For a second, Tamaki stopped pumping, his cheeks turning bright red, eyes looking away. He was building up his nerve. “Can you say it?” Tamaki pushed. “Say that you like it when I’m... inside...” 

“I...” Your voice on the edge of moaning. “I—I like it...” It was getting harder to control, the more he slammed inside of you and rubbed at your spot, the more your voice threatened to leak into moans. You couldn’t show that you really like it in front of Dabi, he could use that as leverage against you: blackmail. On the other hand, Tamaki seemed to have lost himself completely in pleasure. He looked like he was drooling on top of you, hot panting breaths and needy high groans. 

Dabi cursed. “Shit, I don’t have time to be waiting around, but...” You looked up at him, your vision blurry and unfocused. What was he planning now? “Hey, hero,” he hissed at Tamaki. “We’re taking this show on the road. Take your dick out, you’ll finish up later.” 

What? 

“What?” Tamaki blinked slowly, his wild thrusts coming to a slow stop.

Dabi reached out a scarred hand, brushing his thumb across Tamaki’s cheek, “You two are coming with me.” 

[gothgirlmahi]

Princess Chapter 3

Dark!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: forced age regression, nightmares, non con, blood

You woke up screaming. Red blinded your vision even after you came to your senses. You’d had plenty of nightmares since coming here but none as vivid as the last. Bucky’s hand around your throat and your blood splattered across the ground. Looking to see the white sheets of your bed stained in blood fed your hysteria.

Seconds later Bucky was running through the door and you sobbed when you saw him. You couldn’t stop crying. You were tired. Sore. Upset and frustrated and now you were bleeding. Of course your period would have come along sometime but now? While you felt at your lowest? Bucky’s eyes widened when he took in the sight of the blood. You could see the gears in his was turning as he made the connection that you weren’t bleeding because were hurt.

“Hey, baby. Calm down, okay. Everything’s going to be fine.”

He approached you cautiously but you could only see a blurry outline of him through your watery eyes. His arms wrapped around you and you didn’t fight back. A hand rubbed down your back gently.

“Shh. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

Bucky had never been this soft with you. Being wrapped in his arms gave you the human contact you had been craving. You were touch starved for any kind of affection and you were distraught enough that you’d even take it from your captor. Bucky was strong and warm, something about him in that moment made you feel safe even though you knew he was the only threat around.

Once your sobs had died down, you went limp in his arms. Bucky pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“We’re gonna get you cleaned up, okay?”

You didn’t give him a reply. You couldn’t think of anything to say.

He picked you up from the soiled sheets and carried you to the bathroom. From there he turned on the shower and helped you in. When you made no move to wash yourself, he started doing it for you.

Everything in you felt numb. Like there was no point anymore. Like fighting back would be useless. If you just let him do what he wanted, he probably wouldn’t hurt you again. If you complied with his fantasy, maybe things wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe.

Bucky washed you carefully and methodically. No sexual advances were made, his only goal seemed to clean you up. After he was done, he dried you off with a towel and pressed a kiss to your cheek. When he pulled a pair of clean underwear and a pack of pads from underneath the sink, you almost felt crazy. Those certainly hadn’t been there before so he probably put them there at some point while you slept. Thinking of Bucky in the room with you while you slept wasn’t a good thought so you brushed it aside.

As Bucky helped you into the underwear, you realized what this must look like to him. Submission. Resignation. You were being dependent on him just how he wanted. Letting him take care of you. He picked you up again and you supposed he would take you back to your bed. When he left the bathroom, he didn’t stop though. He carried through the door on the other side of the room.

Your eyes lit up with the sight of an open door at the top of a staircase. Passing the threshold left you in awe. A beautifully furnished house with yet another staircase going to another floor. The living room was an open space with a large TV and a nice couch. The kitchen was on the opposite side but all you could see was the intricate backsplash before Bucky was carrying you up the next set of stairs.

“There’s something I’ve been working on for you,” he said as he carried you through the hallway. He pushed open a door to your right and a rainbow of colors met your eyes. Bucky sat you on an amazingly plush bed and you turned in every direction to take in your surroundings.

The first thing you noticed was all the stuffed animals. A pink unicorn, a brown teddy bear, and many others littering the bed and shelves. The bedsheets had little gold crowns on them and the word princess types out in pink as a pattern. On the desk across the room you could make out a stack of coloring books. The toy box in the corner sent a special type of unease up your spine and you had to take a breath to calm yourself.

The fear inside you steadily built as your eyes perused the room, before your gaze was once again fixed on Bucky. His expression was neutral as he sat next to you.

“Here’s how this is going to work,” he trailed off, thinking. Your hands were balled into fists with your nails digging into your palms.

“When I met you, I thought you were perfect. And you are. Now you’re mine. You are going to be my perfect little girl and I’m going to take care of you. You’ll never have to worry about anything as long as you listen to me.”

The mounting terror in your expression must have been obvious because Bucky smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry. This won’t be so scary. All you have to do is listen to me. I think you’re ready now. I don’t have a lot of rules. You’re not allowed to leave, you have to speak respectfully to me so no cursing unless I’m inside you, you have to call me Daddy and you have to do what I say when I say it.

Your tucked your shaking hands under your thighs while Bucky stood from the bed and walked to a dresser. He dug through the drawers for a bit before pulling out a short pink nightgown and bringing it back to you.

“I’m going to go make you something to eat. I want you to put this on. Do you need Daddy to help you?”

“No,” you stammered out nervously, “I can do it.”

Bucky smiled and pressed a kiss to you head before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Your mind was alight with panic. You knew Bucky had issues but this was absurd. And he thought you were perfect, perfect enough to be locked in his house and unwillingly take part in his fantasy. No matter what you did, you couldn’t calm down. Breathing exercises weren’t helping and you really wanted to scream. Your cheeks were wet with silent tears and you swiped your palms against your face, trying to wipe them away.

By the time he came back, your eyes were still burning from the remnants of tears and you knew your eyes had to be red from your sobbing. Bucky gave you a pitying look that made you a little angry and a little more hopeless.

He was holding several things on a tray and began to unload them. A sandwich on a plate, uninteresting, but much better than plain oatmeal. He put it on your nightstand along with a glass of juice you were immediately suspicious of. The things you didn’t expect were a heating pad and a single pill that you instantly recognized as pain medication. You were unsure how to feel about that.

When you grabbed the sandwich and began to eat, Bucky just watched you for a while. Just as you were finishing he sat down next to you again.

“If you start feeling cramps or pain or anything you can take the medicine when you’re ready.”

“Okay. Thank you.” You don’t know why you thanked him. It seemed somehow appropriate and abhorrent at the same time.

“I’ll show you where the bathroom is. You’re only allowed to go there and back to your room. Maybe soon I’ll let you into the rest of the house.”

You nodded. The two of you were silent for a moment. You reached over to take a sip of the juice. It was sweet and fruity but you couldn’t identify what fruit. Probably the artificial kind. It left a bad aftertaste and you made a face.

“You don’t like it? Sorry. I’ll give you something better later.”

You couldn’t fashion a reply to that statement so you decided to ask a question.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,” he said with no hesitation. He looked a bit curious at what you were going to say.

You wanted to word your question carefully so he didn’t get upset.

“What happens when you need to go on a mission?”

“Oh,” he looked a bit relieved as he spoke, “don’t worry about that. I’m retired.”

“I see.”

“I know this is hard to adjust to, but I just want you to know, this went well for you. Other girls haven’t been so lucky.”

Your face fell.

“Other girls?”

Bucky turned away, looking a bit pained, like he was recalling a bad memory. His jaw tensed before he stood up again.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He left.

Masterlist // Chapter 4

[levisnackajack]

The Wrath of War

Chapter Seventeen

“We’ll get through this,” Eren had said, pulling his friends into a tight, group hug. Eden nodded, the muffled voices around her slowly slowly becoming sharper and clearer. 

Where was she?

“You, Mikasa, Eden and I. We’ll join the Scout Regiment and fight for the sea. We’ll fight for the taste of freedom. And then when that day comes, we’ll sit together and reminisce about all the tough times we’ve gone through just to get to that moment,��� Armin replied softly as they pulled away. 

Each child had a flame in their eyes. Two pairs of crystal blue eyes, a duo of onyx jewels as well as another pair of honey-colored eyes that glinted with a shade of emerald. After the horrors they had witnessed that day in Shiganshina; the deaths that had cracked through each crevice of their bones; they had vowed to fight until death grabbed their hand. 

Eden felt drowsy as the world around her slowed down and the faces of her friends grew blurry. She looked around to see the atmosphere change, those distant voices that rang at the back of her mind growing more realistic. 

“Hey, Eden, I brought you an apple. Well, honestly, Connie made me give it up. I actually really wanted to eat that apple...-” 

Slap

“Ouch, sorry. Scratch that, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just joking, hehe,” Sasha rambled on, rubbing her arm as she rolled her eyes at Connie’s irked stare. 

Velveteen lashes fluttered opened gradually; the immediate light burning her pupils. Eden hissed, shutting her eyes once more as she came to her senses at a dreadfully slow pace. She caught sight of the familiar layout vividly resembling the medical quarters situated at their base. 

Two light gasps bounced through the air. Her bed shifted under moving weight and once she took a deep breath; Eden managed to open one eye. 

Sasha and Connie stared at her through comically wide eyes. The girl blinked slowly at them, raising a weak hand to touch her pounding temple. 

“What...happened?” 

The duo exchanged glances and Sasha swallowed thickly. Connie bounced on his heels before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck.

“You got severely injured on the battlefield. Safe to say, you were this close to being squeezed to death,” Connie pinched his fingers together, indicating the lack of space between his index and his thumb finger. “You’ve been out cold for the past couple of days, on IV’s and stuff, I don’t know.” 

Eden tried sitting up, but the weight of her tattered body pleaded her to remain still. “What do you mean I’ve been ‘out cold for the past couple of days’? What about Armin? He was with me, is he okay? And the rest, where are they?” The words trickled out through her lips like a mellow waterfall. 

Sasha sent her a wary smile, placing her hand over hers against the warm blanket. “Everyone from our team is healthy and safe. Unfortunately, we can’t say the same about Hange’s squad. She lost a couple of her comrades during the battle.” She lowered her eyes as she spoke, bottom lip quivering. 

Eden let go of a slow sigh, the movement causing her lungs to burn up and swell against her heart. She palmed the fabric of her blanket in between her fingers. “Shit. Was the mission a failure then? Did we manage to secure the sighting hotspot?” 

Both of her comrade-friends shook their heads glumly. Connie spoke up.

“We came back to help Hange’s team after seeing that separation would only make things worse. Captain Levi shot the final flare at the sight of literally a dozen titans heading our way. We just didn’t have enough manpower to push through all of them; especially since your team was already completely ambushed. No one expected it to be that bad...” 

Eden stayed silent as she tried to process his words. Her brain racked against her skull as she thought about all the pain and suffering her fallen comrades had experienced right before their lives were ripped out of their bodies by the vile, humanoid creatures. It made her blood boil and her lip quiver. 

“How did you manage to pull me out of the titan’s grasp? I can’t remember much except how peaceful I began feeling when I finally closed my eyes...I thought I was dead...”

“We’re so happy you’re not, Eden. What happened was...-”

“Excuse me, leave the poor girl to rest,” the familiar voice of the assigned nurse made her two friends jump out of their skin. She ushered them both out in an irritated voice before walking back to Eden. 

“Can you please tell me what’s wrong with me? When can I join my team back on the field...-”

“Not anytime soon, dear. You should be grateful you’re not currently six-feet under. Your lungs collapsed due to the pressure, so you’ll be sticking to bedrest for the time being until it gets better. Don’t look at me like that, I told you, it could’ve been worse. There was some internal bleeding that we stopped once you arrived, what else...ah yes, you’re lucky...this time, you managed to fracture just two ribs!” The nurse told her, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she spoke. 

Eden refrained from the need to roll her eyes at her and involuntarily winced instead at the sudden pains in her chest. The medic assured her that this would happen often until her internal organs heal with the help of medication, rest and the will to live. 

 Deep down, through all the trauma her body underwent that day; Eden’s mind was fixed on one tiny thought that seemed to devour her entire soul; would Captain Levi come and visit her? 

The day’s hours quickly trickled by as Eden spent it dealing with constant visits, naps and by sulking and glaring at the ceiling. She begged the nurse to give her something to numb the pain; but the older woman had assured her that she will do so after dinner.

Eden didn’t even have enough energy to snap back at her. 

The sun began settling, bringing in a warm, orange shade into the infirmary. The rays grazed against Eden’s blanket, caressing her skin softly as her body began to ache. Mikasa had just left, bidding her a good night after helping Eden bathe.

The injured girl felt like such a nuisance and begged her friend multiple times to leave, stating she could manage on her own. But Mikasa being Mikasa; never left her side. Her nurse finally injected her with a large dose of painkillers, assuring her that they would stop the pain for at least a couple of long hours. She had also told her that they would make her feel sleepy and droopy. Eden merely nodded and thanked her for the medication.

Now, tightly wrapped up in her warm duvet, the charcoal-haired girl counted the each clock tick; completely bored out of her mind. She didn’t feel like the medicine had kicked in yet; but the nurse had reassured her that it could take some time for them to kick in and knock her out. Her eye twitched at the sound of the door gently opening. 

A tender smile crept up on her face as he made his way towards her bed. 

“Hi, Jeanie-boy,” she greeted him softly, tilting her head towards him against the pillow. 

His expression was strained and that remained intact when he sent her a smile, pulling her hand into his. “Hi, darling. How are you feeling?” 

“I’ve been better, but I’ll manage. Can’t get rid of me that quickly now, can you?” 

He let go of a gentle huff, his thumb rubbing circles against her soft skin. Eden bit her lip, brows lacing together slightly. He remained silent, staring down at their interlinked fingers.

“Something is wrong. Talk to me,” she urged him gently, squeezing his hand with her palm. 

Jean pursed his lips tightly; clenching his jaw tightly as contemplation painted against his tense face. “Do you remember what happened...that day?” 

Eden’s own expression grew more rigid as she tried her best to call back any memories she had. She released an exasperated sigh, sinking deeper into the pillow. 

“I’m sorry Jean. I really can’t remember much. My horse threw me off the saddle; Armin came back for me...we ran towards the horses and then a titan just grabbed me. That’s all I recall.”

Jean bit his lip before running a hand across his face; shifting against her mattress. She watched him silently, afraid that if she pushed him; he’d snap at her. And she wanted Jean to open up on his own terms. 

“I feel like I can’t really do this anymore, Eden.” 

Her almond eyes grew larger, lips parting in wonder. “Can’t do what, Jean? What’s going on?” 

The boy only shook his head in response, eyes betraying how deep in thought he was. Eden’s heart clenched uneasily. 

“I can’t just share you. It’s not right and I don’t feel good knowing I can’t have you all to myself.” 

His confession hung in the air heavily. Jean watched her carefully as she tried understanding his words. But, to no avail. 

“I-I don’t understand. What are you talking about?” 

Jean pinched the bridge of his nose before saying, “You’ll understand what I’m telling you on your own terms. I’m sorry it has to go down this way. You mean so much to me, Chiasa. And I can fully understand the situation you’re in right now. The confusion and all. I’ve been in that position. Which is why I’m trying to help you make things easier- even if nothing makes sense to you right now.”

Eden placed her other hand over his, grazing the skin on the back of his palm reassuringly. She listened intently to each word; feeling her heart crack just a little bit.

“I don’t want to lose you, Jean.”

The boy made a face, leaning in closer towards the resting girl. “Psh, who said anything about losing anyone? There’s no way in hell you’ll lose me, Eden; you can trust me on that. Otherwise, you can write a letter to my mother and tell her how embarrassed I was when she sent me that stuffed plush bear and you were the one who caught me with it.” 

The memory made Eden laugh, her eyes crinkling at the edges as Jean’s own brown eyes twinkled down at her. 

“That’s a deal.” 

Jean leaned in closer, pressing his warm, plush lips against Eden’s forehead. She closed her eyes, taking in his scent that seemingly overwhelmed her entirely. Everything with him was so cozy, definite and practically perfect. It was such a stark juxtaposition to the feelings the man with steely, blank eyes sparked within her. 

“But, just because I’ve decided to let you go now, does not mean I will not keep trying,” he muttered when pulling away. Eden sent him a toothy grin that was masked with a layer of grimness once her question slammed against her brain.

“Can you tell me what happened after I blacked out?” 

Jean’s eyes darkened as he looked down at their hands. He gritted his teeth, craning his neck to the side before meeting her curious gaze. 

“I...I was the one who saved you.” He hesitated for a moment, but continued nevertheless. “When all went to shit and the Captain shot the terminated mission flare; I made my way back to you. I don’t know what it was, but I just knew that something was wrong. I found Armin charging at the bastard that had grabbed you, aiming for its wrist tendon but...I managed to slice its nape seconds before you were going to land in its mouth. It was a miracle, really. If I was even a millisecond late; you would have...died.” 

Eden felt like the air was knocked out of her bruised lungs. She looked away, realization creeping down her spine as she thought back to how close she was to death. Only to be saved and gifted with another chance at life. She suppressed a yawn, her lids growing heavier.

Jean released an empty, humorless laugh; shaking his head at the memories that flashed before his eyes. “And then, when I got to you...you said his name.” He stood abruptly, gently laying Eden’s hand back against the softness of the duvet as she watched him sleepily; her mind overpowered by the drug previously injected into her bloodstream to tend to the pains. 

She was drowning in so many questions, but felt like she didn’t have enough time to answer them for herself. She called for Jean gently; earning a sweet, supple smile from the boy as he gazed down at her. His head snapped towards the entrance and immediately, his expression contorted into one filled with deep-rooted vexation. 

“Out of everyone within the walls; why him?” Jean muttered under his breath- a question devoted more to himself rather than the dazed girl on the brink of slumber. He bid her a good night and went his separate way.

Eden groaned in response, her lids completely slipping shut by the time the sound of approaching boots had reached her ears. 

Tags: @idiot-juice-enthusiast   @hadassackerman

Thank you for all the support!! xx

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[nekojitachan]

it’s been a long week but at least I got this done. And now I have to get chapter fics done. Really. But the first part of the angsty Raven!Andrew soulmate not fic is done. Not that I’m already thinking of the second part. And hey! It’s a fic that’s under 40k...

Last part can be found here

Mentions of violence (being beaten) but not explicit, but I think that’s it? Oh, references to Ichirou’s past.

*******

Waking up in pain wasn’t unusual for Andrew, not after all the years in the foster system then his time spent in juvie. He’d gotten so used to it that it had been unexpected, living with Nicky and Aaron, when he woke up most days without the sensation of pain somewhere in his body, only to be replaced with the strain from overworked muscles once he joined the Ravens (oh, and a sadistic bastard who had a thing for caning his players).

But this? The stinging throb from punches and kicks? Definitely familiar. What wasn’t? The large room with black leather couches, large, flat-screen televisions on the wall, a fancy-looking bar, and expensive artwork scattered around the place, not to mention an expanse of windows on the one side. Andrew rubbed his bound hands through the plush red carpet he lay upon and suspected that he was in the East Tower where Nathaniel spent so much time.

He’d just started to push himself into a sitting position when he heard the sound of muffled footsteps. “Looks like the runt is awake,” a deep voice called out. “Just like Junior, he bounces back fast.”

Before Andrew could turn around, he found himself jerked upright by the back of his jersey by Nathan Wesninski of all people; the bastard was dressed in black slacks and a light grey dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He barely had time to take that in before he was punched in the stomach, right where his padding was the thinnest, with enough force to make him gasp in pain, and then again in the face. As he struggled to shove the bastard away, to do something, Wesninski laughed and slammed him against the wall. “And just like Junior, you don’t know when to behave and take your punishment, you little-“

“That’s enough.”

The firmly spoken command was enough to stop Wesninski in mid-punch; the bastard grunted as he let go of Andrew’s throat and stepped away. “I was told to teach him a lesson.”

“I believe you’ve done that,” a young Asian man, dressed in a tailored black suit, told Wesninski as he stepped forward; he looked to be in his early twenties, if that, with a lean build and black hair combed back from a face which was oddly familiar.

Andrew suspected that he’d finally met Ichirou Moriyama.

“Tetsuji said-“

“And I just told you that’s enough.” Despite Ichirou not raising his voice, something in his dark gold eyes made Wesninski stiffen and bow his head. “I’ll deal with Minyard, you can leave and inform my uncle that the matter is resolved on your way out.” When Wesninski moved forward, Ichirou spoke again. “And Nathan? I’ll also deal with Nathaniel.”

Something unpleasant flashed across Wesninski’s face at the mention of his son. “It’s best if I handle my-“

Ichirou cut off the man known as ‘the Butcher’ once again as he walked over to the bar. “He’s not your anything anymore, not after you sold him to my family. You have your orders.” He looked up from pouring a drink to give Wesninski a cold look, as if daring the man to make him say anything else.

He might be a sadistic, abusive bastard, but Wesninski apparently could get the hint; he bowed his head in a curt manner then stalked out of the room.

Andrew slumped against the wall and watched him go, then focused his attention on the unknown Moriyama; well, that was partially untrue. He knew that the young man was Riko’s older brother yet had nothing to do with the asshole, and that for some reason, he tended to look out for Nathaniel.

That he appeared to be here to ‘deal’ with Andrew.

“What, no drink for me?” he drawled as he raised his bound hands to dab at his bleeding lip.

Ichirou regarded him with cool appraisal while he sipped his drink, appearing in no hurry to answer. Once the glass was empty, he set it down on the bar and refilled it. “Nat tells me that you’re intelligent, almost frighteningly so, and never forget a thing. He also says you’re very stubborn, which isn’t a surprise if you’re his soulmate.”

Andrew merely grunted in response to those facts.

“I know that you’re rather talented at Exy, considering your stats, and that you’ve been protecting Nat.” Ichirou paused to sip his drink while Andrew gazed at him with a blank expression. “And that Nat has feelings for you, because he’s never tried to sneak anything out of here before, yet he’s suddenly discovered a new appreciation for sweets, something he’s always hated before.”

“That’s quite a guess, isn’t it? Maybe he took them for Moreau,” Andrew suggested as he stared at the zip tie around his wrists as if he could will it to melt away.

Ichirou huffed as if amused and swirled the golden alcohol around in the cut crystal glass. “I’ve known Nat for years, and the only time he requests anything for his partner is when we had marzipan treats. No, this was for you, his soulmate, the man who required seven people to pry him away from Nat.”

It would have taken more than that if that prick, Riko, hadn’t smashed a racquet down on his head; only his helmet saved him from a serious injury. “I do it for all the boys who bring me cupcakes.”

“I’m sure.” The right corner of Ichirou’s mouth twitched upward as he reached into an inner pocket of his suit’s coat and pulled out a knife.

“Gonna start on that whole ‘deal with me’ thing?” Andrew asked as he eyed the weapon with care; Ichirou had a few inches on him, but he thought he could take the Japanese man even with his hands bound – at least knock him aside and get a good head’s start.

“Hmm, something like that. Hold out your hands and remain still,” Ichirou ordered as he came to a halt just out of reach. He gave Andrew a bored look while he flipped the knife in his right hand. “Unless you don’t want to have that drink and talk about something that will benefit Nat in the end.”

That… was that a trick? Andrew frowned at the Moriyama for a moment before he decided he could always beat him up if it was and held out his hands. He tensed as Ichirou slashed with the knife, but only to sever the plastic tie holding his hands bound. “What about Nat?” he asked as he rubbed his sore wrists once they were free.

“He told me that you found out about his father selling him to my family, and about what we really do,” Ichirou said as he returned to the bar and poured another glass of what turned out to be a very nice whiskey. “Don’t be upset with him, as he knows better than to lie to me.”

Andrew’s eyes narrowed at that ‘knows better’ part; he forced himself to have another sip of whiskey rather than throw it in the asshole’s impassive face. “Yes, I know.” Between Jean and his truth game with Nathaniel, he finally did know why Riko thought he could do whatever the hell he wanted, consequences be damned.

“Yes, so you understand that my father is a very powerful man, one who doesn’t tolerate weakness, and he’s raised me to be the same way,” Ichirou explained as he removed his coat, which revealed a pistol in a shoulder holster, then he began to undo the cuff of his left sleeve once the coat was draped over the back of the nearest couch.

The whiskey helped a little with the pain, so Andrew poured himself another glass. “I know you’ve a pet serial killer in your pocket, and your dad disowned your little brother for some reason, which has given the psycho some serious daddy issues. Is there a point to this?”

Ichirou’s lips twitched again. “Very much so, especially in regard to Riko.” His expression turned flat when he mentioned his brother. “As I said, we’re allowed no weakness.” He turned his left forearm to Andrew, which exposed his soulmate mark.

What was left of it, that was.

Cold washed down Andrew’s spine when he realized that the shadow-like flower petals which surrounded the sword indicated that Ichirou’s soulmate was dead, and he instinctively reached for his own mark as if to confirm that it was unmarred (that Nathaniel was still alive). Ichirou noticed the movement and nodded once before he reached for his neglected drink.

“There is to be only one Moriyama heir at a time, to avoid splitting the clan apart with rivalries. My mother, my father’s soulmate, knew that, yet….” He paused for a long swallow of whiskey then refilled the glass once it was set down. “Perhaps she felt certain the child would be a girl, or that my father wouldn’t care if it was a boy since he allowed her to bear the child. Regardless, that child was Riko, and my father chose to punish her for risking the clan’s succession.”

Andrew suspected that the woman hadn’t had her credit cards cut up or something like that, not when Ichirou had another gulp of whiskey.

“It wasn’t enough that Riko took my mother away from me, but my father confirmed at his birth that he was a boy and noticed that he had no soulmate mark. He decided that was the one way that his unwanted child was better than me and resolved to spare me his own weakness.” He held up his exposed left arm and gazed at it without emotion. “When I found my soulmate, he immediately had her killed.”

Well, this was such a fascinating story, all full of fun trauma and everything, but Andrew had a living soulmate he needed to check on (and keep out of trouble). “Can we skip to the point of this? I assume there’s a reason you’re monologuing.”

Ichirou’s eyes narrowed as he rolled down his sleeve. “Riko should never have been born, yet here he is, a thorn in my father’s side. Soon he’ll be a thorn in my side, and that I won’t allow.” The young mobster’s voice grew harsh as he tugged on his suit coat. “Unlike my father, I pay attention to what happens here, I know that Tetsuji has created a monster who is one major scandal from bringing unwanted attention our way.”

“You listen to Nathaniel,” Andrew surmised as he debated one more drink but decided against it.

“Nat,” Ichirou acknowledged with a slight bob of his head, “and I’ve placed a few of my men within the Nest in the past year. There has been an increasing amount of Ravens who’ve washed out before graduation in the last couple years due to the ‘stress’ of the program, and now Kevin Day. It’s only going to get worse by the time Riko himself graduates.”

Here came the sales pitch, Andrew thought as he pulled away from the bar. “What do you expect me to do?” Someone like Ichirou didn’t save him from a beating and ply him with expensive alcohol for nothing.

The smile that had threatened to form on Ichirou’s lips finally was allowed free, though it was a slight, cold thing. “Riko has taken much from me, so in return I want him to lose everything.” He turned around to face the expanse of windows which overlooked Castle Evermore. “Everything he holds dear, I want him to see it slip from his grasp right before the life he never should have had ends.”

Andrew thought about that for a moment while he felt out the large bump on his head. “You want me to take down Riko.” Ichirou gave a curt nod. “And the Ravens?”

“The team will need new management to undo the damage Riko and Tetsuji has done to it and allow it to be useful once more.”

Okay. “That sounds like you want me to take down Tetsuji as well.” Not that he was complaining, especially after all the canings. Especially after all the canings to Nathaniel.

Ichirou looked over his shoulder, his expression impassive once more. “It needs to be done in a manner that the main branch can control, to ensure that our people are in place to pick up the pieces once those two are removed.”

Andrew clicked his tongue as he picked up the crystal decanter filled with whiskey. “You’re not asking for much, are you?” When Ichirou remained quiet, he clicked his tongue again. “What do I get out of all this?” A million bucks would be nice.

Ichirou resumed gazing upon the Exy court below. “Other than currently not being beaten half-dead by the Butcher? There is the matter of your soulmate.”

Mention of Nathaniel made Andrew stiffen, ready to throw the decanter at the first threat uttered against him. “What about Nat?” he asked, voice harsh with warning.

“He will always belong to the Moriyamas, he’s too useful and already knows too many things,” Ichirou said, his back still turned to Andrew as if unconcerned about being attacked. “But as with all things of value, he should be treated with care, not abused and locked away. Agree to this, and he’ll formally belong to the main branch. Once you’ve completed the task? Well, we can discuss allowing Nat a bit more freedom.” He turned around to give Andrew a stern look. “Within reason. He’ll always have obligations to honor.”

Andrew would deal with those ‘obligations’ one day, the main thing was protecting Nathaniel. If it also meant getting him away from the Nest by fucking up Riko? Not a problem, not a problem at all. “Can I rely on your people for assistance?” he asked, mind already busy thinking up possibilities; his biggest challenge was being restricted to the Nest most of the time.

“Of course, Nat can assist you with that.” Ichirou cocked his head to the side as he regarded Andrew. “I assume we are in agreement?”

“Make sure the assholes leave Nat alone and yes, we’re in agreement.” Andrew would be all in to kill Riko regardless, but anything that benefited Nathaniel on top was added incentive.

“Wonderful.”

Not really, that would be Andrew wiping out all the Moriyamas and the Butcher as well then riding off into the distance in a nice new Ferrari with Nathaniel beside him, but it was a start. He hummed as he walked away with the whiskey, done with the conversation (and Moriyamas) for the time being; he heard Ichirou huff behind him then speak Japanese a moment later, and found a guard waiting out in the hallway who ‘escorted’ him back to the Nest.

Ichirou might be a Moriyama bastard, but at least he knew when to pick his battles.

The halls of the Nest were unusually quiet and empty; Andrew suspected that everyone had gone to ground after their ‘king’ having a wee bit of disassociation from sanity earlier. He made his way to Nathaniel’s room and didn’t bother to knock before entering.

He found his soulmate huddled on his bed, right cheek bruised and expression startled, with Jean nowhere to be found. “Where’s Valjean?” Andrew asked as he sat down on the other end of the bed.

“Uhm, off with Toby and Leif.” Nathaniel gave him a worried look as he slowly unfurled. “Are you all right? Did Tetsuji do anything to you?”

“Just peachy.” Andrew set the bottle on the floor as he turned toward Nathaniel, sore body protesting from the movement. “Why are you alone?”

Nathaniel frowned as he reached for Andrew’s face but stopped just short of touching him. “Because Tetsuji said he called my father. I didn’t want Jean here when he comes.” He glanced at the door and shook his head. “You should go.”

Aw, was someone trying to protect him from the big, bad Butcher? “I already had the displeasure of meeting the walking sperm-bank who fathered you,” Andrew said as he got up to fetch a change of clothes, tired of wearing his uniform; he figured one of Jean’s shirts and a pair of Nathaniel’s loose cotton pants should fit. Somewhat fit.

“Wait, you did? Are you really okay?” Nathaniel asked in a rush as he got up, too (and fetched the pants once he figured out what Andrew was looking for). “Is he still here?”

“Ichirou sent him on his way and told him to leave you alone.” Andrew took the clothes and went into the bathroom to change, but left the door open a crack so they could continue to talk. He’d ache for the next couple days, but it felt good to get his gear off at last.

“Ichirou’s here, too? Great.” It sounded as if Nathaniel slumped against the wall. “Is he angry? I mean, not that he yells or anything when he’s mad, but you can tell because of how he goes all tense and fake smiley.”

Good to know. “Not with you.” If anything, Ichirou thought a little too well of ‘Nat’, especially since he didn’t have a soulmate of his own anymore, but one thing at a time.

“Oh.” Andrew stepped back into the room to find Nathaniel nibbling on his bottom lip as he dwelled on something. “Why did he talk to you, then?”

“Because he wants me to do something for him.” There was no reason to keep it a secret, not when he’d need Nathaniel’s help (and probably Jean’s as well).

And maybe a certain stubborn idiot would back down to throwing himself into trouble if he knew that there was an endgame in sight.

(Who was he kidding?)

“And what is that?” Nathaniel reached out to tug on the overlarge t-shirt Andrew wore and pull him closer, seemingly unafraid of his presence. “What does he want?”

Andrew leaned his forearms against the wall, which penned his soulmate in; Nathaniel gazed at him without fear but a growing amount of impatience. “It seems that he doesn’t care for his baby brother and wants me to take him down,” he murmured after he leaned in, his mouth close to Nathaniel’s right ear.

“You… Ichirou’s finally going to do something about Riko?” Nathaniel stared at him in disbelief. “And he wants you to help?”

Andrew clicked his tongue as he fought not to slide his fingers into his soulmate’s tousled hair. “He wants me to do all the fucking work, and he wants the psycho gone before he causes too many problems.” He’d keep quiet on the whole family drama for now, especially since Nathaniel had his own share of it.

“Oh.” Nathaniel nibbled on his bottom lip again, while Andrew struggled not to shiver in response, to lean in and suck on it to soothe the savaged flesh. “You… you don’t have to do it alone, you know. I’ll help.”

Of course he would. “I agreed to do the deal.”

“And I owe Riko for years of- I owe him,” Nathaniel argued, his voice hoarse and eyes alight with anger.

“Fine,” Andrew relented after a few seconds. “But you listen to me and don’t do anything on your own.” Nathaniel nodded and, after a moment, once more reached for his abused mouth, his fingers a scant distance away as he traced along his split lower lip.

“Are you really okay? I know… I know how my father can be.”

That was quite the understatement. “I’m fine,” Andrew insisted as he gave in and slid the fingers of his right hand into Nathaniel’s mussed curls. “What about you?”

The idiot shrugged and didn’t look away. “Tetsuji hit me a couple times but he was too busy dealing with Riko and willing to leave me to my father.” When his hand lingered near Andrew’s shoulder, Andrew caught it and rested it along the side of his neck; that time he shivered to feel his soulmate touch him.

“There and along my shoulder,” he said, his voice husky for some reason. “Yes or no?” he asked, unable to hold back when his soulmate looked at him like that, when he showed such concern, when he allowed him so close without fear. Unable to explain exactly what he meant.

Nathaniel blinked at the question, his pupils blown and reaction slow, and just when Andrew was about to pull away, used his hold on Andrew’s neck to gently pull him closer. “Yes,” he breathed out as his eyes drifted shut. “Yes.”

Later they would talk, would sit down and figure things out… but right then, all Andrew wanted to do was have Nathaniel’s lithe body against his, to do some of his own nibbling on that full bottom lip, to feel a heartbeat that pulsed in time with his own between his lips as he sucked on his soulmate’s neck…

His soulmate.

Nathaniel was addictive and almost docile in his arms, was mindful of his hands while he arched into Andrew’s touch like a cat which craved attention. He was… he was perfect, and only the aches from being hit earlier convinced Andrew that he was real.

He wanted so much more than kisses and lingering touches, but there was Nathaniel choking back on a ‘please’, was him smoothing his thumb over the ‘3’ on a flushed cheekbone. He wanted, and it seemed that his soulmate wanted, too (was it truly real?), yet he pulled away before he did something to ruin the one truly good thing that Fate had seemed to grant him in his life.

(Which he would burn the world to ash to keep safe.)

“Ohhh… wait, no,” Nathaniel breathed out as he grabbed the hem of Andrew’s borrowed shirt. “Why? Did I-“

Andrew flicked at a loose curl that fell onto his soulmate’s face. “That’s enough for now, sweetpea. Don’t want to overwhelm you with my sexiness.”

As expected, Nathaniel went from aroused to annoyed in less than two seconds. “Overwhelm me with your arrogance? Too late, hasenfürzchen.” When Andrew went to complain about his nickname, Nathaniel pushed forward and dragged him toward the bed – unfortunately, just to talk. “Now let’s figure out what to do while Jean’s not here.”

True, they’d have more time to talk about things between them on Friday, they might as well focus on getting rid of Riko as soon as possible. Part of Andrew chided him for being a fool in thinking that Nathaniel was such a ‘sure thing’, but each time his soulmate smiled at him and agreed to something long-term….

Nathaniel did the impossible and made him believe.

(Nathaniel also agreed to hide the rest of the whiskey so he didn’t have to share it with Ben, which meant he had something else to look forward to on Friday.)

He forced himself to leave eventually, aware that Jean was worried about his partner and intent on doing something before the Ravens met up for dinner. Nathaniel’s burner phone in hand (oh yes, Ichirou needed to learn some boundaries in regard to others’ soulmates very soon), he went out on court for some necessary privacy and called one of the two numbers on it (the other was going to be deleted very soon).

A familiar voice answered, sounding a bit confused. “Nat? It’s not Sunday, is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine, but it’s not Nat,” Andrew told Kevin Day in French. “He did lend me this phone, though, if you hadn’t guessed.”

It was quiet on the end for several seconds. “Nat’s all right, yes? I mean, you’re his soulmate so-“

“Yes, he’s fine.” Andrew felt a bit insulted by the question. “Shut up with the stupid questions, I don’t have much time.”

“I- okay, what’s going on?”

Slightly better. “This is where you answer my questions and then listen as I tell you what’s going to happen if you want to remain free of the Moriyamas,” Andrew told him. “As well as pay back the friends who got you out of this hellhole.” Perhaps he was taking Ichirou a bit too literally with the whole ‘allow Nat more freedom’, but he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

(He’d kill the crime lord when he came to it, if necessary.)

All that mattered was that Kevin Day listened and obeyed, and played his part in Riko’s downfall.

(He wondered what it would take to get Nathaniel to go with him to Eden’s.)

*******

IDFK why it removes some of my italics. IDFK.

There you go, Ichirou dealing with Andrew instead of Neil/Nathaniel. I imagine it’s a lot of blank faces all around.

It hasn’t been a good migraine week and busy w/ work, so hopefully this isn’t too much gibberish.

Thanks so much, those of you who’ve stuck with this not-fic.

[august-anon]

Let’s Hang Out

Hey y’all!!! It’s Pinapple’s birthday today!! And today also marks 365 days until she rejoins us on tumblr! If y’all have any birthday wishes you wanna make sure she sees, feel free to let me know and I’ll text them to her for you! I hope you all (and she lol) enjoy this!! Also this is vaguely human AU lol

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): platonic Prinxiety

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Virgil, Ler!Roman

Word Count: 2084 words

Summary: If Roman was going to (albeit accidentally) ignore him, then Virgil was going to ignore Roman right back. He just didn't expect the consequences that followed.

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Had Virgil known what an afternoon hanging out with Roman would entail, he would’ve said no on the spot. As much progress as they had made with their friendship, Virgil was not in the mood to hear Roman belt out musical theater songs at the top of his lungs. He’d rather they just sit down and pull up a bootleg or something, but Roman was ever brimming with energy and a song in his heart or whatever the heck it was.

But that didn’t mean that after the 18th song Virgil was still going to be paying attention. He came here to hang out, not be sung aggressively at as he tried to relax in Roman’s cluttered room. Instead he lounged on Roman’s bed, far more plush than his own, having made a nest out of pillows to comfortably relax in as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone. He barely even noticed when Roman’s singing trailed off.

“Are you even paying attention?” He asked with a huff.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, not bothering to look away from the screen. “Look, I tried to keep with it, but after the 6th song when you hadn’t even said a word to me, I kinda just decided to zone out.”

Roman huffed again, flopping onto the bed and earning a glare when it jostled Virgil’s nest. “I cannot believe this! I invite you in, invite you to listen to my glorious voice, and you deign to not pay attention to me?!”

Virgil shrugged. “It was cool at first but like, I’m here to hang out.”

Roman stared. “And what is it that we were doing?”

Virgil glared back. “You ignoring me to sing.”

Roman pouted and Virgil went back to his phone, switching through apps at the speed of light because none of them captured his interest for more than a few seconds. They sat in silence for a few moments before Roman crawled closer to the edge of Virgil’s nest.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to ignore you.”

Virgil hummed, scrolling.

“Can you ever forgive me, oh dearest Stormcloud?”

Virgil scrolled.

“Virgil. Hey. Come on, I’m talking to you!”

Virgil scrolled, though there was the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips that he was desperately trying to fight down. Roman gasped theatrically, swooning into the pillows along the edge of Virgil’s nest.

“Your revenge is swift and unforgiving, I have seen the error of my ways. Let’s do something else, now, I promise it’ll be better!”

Virgil continued to ignore him.

Roman whined, poking at Virgil’s calf where it rested near his head. “Give me attention!”

Nothing. But Roman was not to be deterred.

Roman continued poking at him, probably hoping to annoy him into stopping his new little game, but Virgil had siblings, he was a middle kid, it wouldn’t be that easy to crack him. He had trained for this his whole life. He sat there, stoic and unmoving as Roman jabbed his finger into Virgil’s leg. 

Except then the jabs moved up Virgil’s knee and thigh and he barely kept it together. He took in a sharp, but quiet, breath as the finger jabbed his hip. He couldn’t stop his body’s jerk when the finger darted into his fleshy side. Roman paused.

“You good, man?”

Virgil almost, almost, opened his mouth to answer. But he was stubborn and absolutely unwilling to lose this game, so he kept his mouth glued firmly shut and opened tumblr for the umpteenth time, hoping to find an actual distraction in it this time.

Roman hummed, taking his lack of response as him being fine, and continued poking. Unfortunately, he continued poking away at Virgil’s upper body, and he couldn’t help but jerk away at every single one, having to fight harder and harder to repress his smile and hold his building giggles at bay.

Suddenly, Roman chuckled evilly. “Oh, I know what’s going on here.”

In a mad escape attempt, Virgil chucked his phone at the beanbag across the room and tried to lunge off the bed after it. His phone made it safely to his intended sanctuary, but Virgil himself was caught by arms around his waist, pulling him back to the bed. His nest was near destroyed in the following scuffle, both boys wrestling with all their might to gain the upper hand. There was one mortifying secret that Virgil was determined to keep to himself, but if Roman managed to pin him he wasn’t sure he would be able to.

And then Roman cheated by squeezing at his sides, making Virgil bark out a few startled laughs and go almost limp in Roman’s arms, and he was easily pinned to the bed. Roman straddled his hips, pinned his hands under his knees, and grinned down at him like the cat that had caught the canary.

And Virgil was certainly feeling like a canary right about now.

“Let’s talk about this,” Virgil blurted, tugging at his hands. He sucked in a breath as Roman rested his hands back on Virgil’s waist.

“Oh, now he wants to talk!” Roman said bitterly, though his bright grin contrasted with the words.

“Yup--yup, definitely want to talk! Or, uh, or you could sing again! I’d be perfectly content listening to you sing!”

Roman raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, humming thoughtfully. “Splendid idea, Virge, but I’d much rather hear you sing.”

Virgil didn’t have time to squeeze in another protest or plea as Roman’s hands immediately dug back into his sides. Virgil tossed his head back against the pillows and laughed, not bothering to hold back anymore now that one half of his secret was out.

Because see, Virgil would try his hardest to make it seem otherwise when it came up, but Virgil rather liked tickling. Giving or receiving, he found it to be rather fun, but he was loathe to admit that to any living soul. So much so that he was even using dramatic words like “loathe,” when that was more Roman’s style.

“See?” Roman said cheerfully. “We’re hanging out! I’m paying attention to you!”

“Princey!” Virgil cried out as Roman’s hands crawled up his ribs.

“Yes, Doom and Gloom? Though you’re rather the opposite right now, I suppose. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh so much!”

“Please!”

Roman’s grin sharpened. “Please what? Please… tickle you more? My pleasure!”

Virgil shrieked as the hands slithered up and buried themselves in his armpits. He couldn’t help the series of snorts that followed, unfortunately always triggered by being targeted in that sensitive spot. He felt his face go red.

Roman laughed above him. “Oh my gosh, that’s adorable. Do you have any other fun sounds?”

“No!” Virgil lied. Well, he wasn’t sure if it was a lie. He certainly didn’t get tickled often enough to remember, he just could never forget those embarrassing snorts, hard as he tried.

“Methinks the emo doth protest too much!”

Roman switched from wiggling fingers to scratching nails in the center of his hollows and Virgil’s thrashing renewed, snorts that had somewhat died down returning with a vengeance. Virgil shook his head and tugged on his arms, using what little slack he had to pin them to his sides as tightly as possible.

“Alright, alright,” Roman chuckled. “I’ll move on.”

Virgil prepared for the worst, assuming that “moving on” meant going for the next most obvious spot: his stomach, the worst of them, but to his surprise, the torturing hands did not appear on his belly. No, they appeared on his thighs, squeezing and digging into the muscle without abandon. Virgil launched up into a sitting position, nearly crashing his head into Roman’s collarbone, letting out a startled cackle.

“Ooh, good spot?” Roman asked cheekily, as if Virgil would actually answer.

Just to be contrary, he did. “No!”

Roman’s tickling faltered as he laughed again, but quickly resumed. “If this isn’t a good spot, I fear for you when I do find one!”

Roman continued to torment his legs, leaning back even further to squeeze at his kneecaps. Virgil kicked out and cursed through his giggles and swore to make Roman regret this, but he wasn’t exactly all that threatening when red-faced and laughing, dimples jumping around joyfully. Eventually, Roman granted him a break, and Virgil sucked in deep, greedy breaths, watching his hands warily as he collapsed back onto the bed.

“Tell you what,” Roman said. “You tell me where your worst spot is, and I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

Virgil stayed silent as he debated the pros and cons of the situation. Easy meant he was likely to get out of this sooner without revealing that he actually desperately wanted it. Easy meant tummy tickles and then freedom shortly after. Easy meant having enough energy to make good on his threats immediately.

But not giving up the information meant Virgil would get what he’d wanted for a while, now: to be well and truly wrecked.

“Taking a while to answer there, Wiggles and Giggles,” Roman said, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. “Could it be… you don’t want me to go easy on you?”

Virgil was too caught off guard to lie convincingly. “What?! No! What? You’re insane.”

Roman didn’t miss a beat. “Tell me your worst spot and I will go after it immediately and absolutely not go easy on you.”

Virgil hesitated. “You don’t think it’s weird?” He asked quietly.

“Weird?! Of course not! This may just be the cutest thing in the world!”

Virgil’s mouth twisted as he blushed and looked away, but he relented. “Stomach.”

Roman’s hands were immediately pushing up his shirt, rubbing against his stomach. “Aww, someone has a ticklish little tummy?”

Virgil squirmed. “Shut up.”

Roman grinned. “Why, does it make it worse?”

“Shut up!”

Roman shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Then he took a huge breath, attached his lips to Virgil’s stomach, and blew. The raspberry echoed through the room, but was quickly drowned out by the sound of Virgil’s screaming cackles. He thrashed so hard that he finally got his arms free, clutching desperately at Roman’s shoulders as another strong raspberry was placed on his belly.

“Roman!” He practically screamed at the third.

“What?” Roman asked. “I thought you wanted me to shut up!”

“Plea--” His cry was cut off by a new wave of laughter as a fourth and final raspberry vibrated through his stomach.

Roman wasn’t finished, though, clearly, as his hands came up to knead at the sensitive skin. His laughter got more frantic and wheezing the closer Roman got to his belly button, and he was torn between wanting Roman to notice and wishing he never would. Apparently, though, the universe was out to embarrass Virgil as much as possible, because Roman noticed.

“What do we have here? A little button demanding to be pressed?”

“No!!” Virgil said, you know, like a liar.

“I think that’s a fake no,” Roman said, “so I think I’ll press this button.”

Virgil did scream when Roman’s finger dug into the little divot. It wiggled and scratched and vibrated into the horribly sensitive place until Virgil thought he would go absolutely mad with how badly it tickled. As much fun as he was having, though, Virgil was quickly running out of stamina and breath. He slapped lightly at Roman’s shoulder.

Roman understood, pulling back immediately and rolling off Virgil. Virgil curled in on himself, still laughing for long minutes after the tickling actually stopped. When he’d finally calmed down, Virgil sat up and ran a hand through his destroyed hair, surveying the mess they had made of the bed.

“You have to help me rebuild the nest.”

Roman laughed. “I would love nothing more. Wanna watch movies on my laptop, after?”

Virgil shrugged, only half listening, fully focused on recreating his perfect pillow nest and napping through the rest of the afternoon. “Sure.”

Roman started gathering the pillows that had been kicked to the floor. “Look at us! Bonding, learning new things about each other, building nests because one of us is a weird bird-cat hybrid… Quite a successful hang-out if I do say so myself!”

Virgil chucked a pillow at his head with a grin.

The nest was reconstructed in record time and Virgil immediately burrowed into it with three newly stolen blankets, watching from his cocoon as Roman pulled up Disney Plus on his laptop and clicked play on the first thing to show up. They were both asleep within minutes.

Quite the successful hang-out indeed.

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Whispers of the North - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

@iluvneganandjamie @negans-attagirl @jdmbbycakes

Jeff opened the door to the log cabin. He drops his luggage to the side and did the same with mine.

“M’lady,” he holds out his arms.

“You’re not going to pick me up, are you?” I laugh.

“Of course I am! Isn’t that the thing that couples do on their honeymoon?” Jeff has a wide smile on his face.

“Fine, if you’re going to be all cute and shit,” I kiss him as he scoops me up.

“Hello Alaska! This is our home for the next month,” Jeff steps through the door and kisses me. I stroke the gray hair on his cheek.

“I can’t believe we’re here. I can’t believe we’re married!” I reply as Jeff sets me down and wraps his arms around my waist. I can’t stop kissing my new husband, he’s my dream come true.

Jeff lowers his voice, pressing his forehead to mine, “I get to call you my wife. Incredible. You make me the luckiest, Mrs. Morgan. Just when I thought I couldn’t love you anymore, I saw you walk down that aisle and... oh god girl, I fell so hard all over again. My mind went blank, all I could see was my bride. You were breathtaking. I love you.”

“I love you more than words can explain, my gorgeous husband,” I grab his hand kiss his wedding ring. I pull away from his embrace, exploring the lower level of the cabin. Jeff makes his way to the kitchen, pushing his bifocals up the bridge of his nose.

“Aww, look at this!” he holds up a plush moose that’s holding a heart. “Adorable!” Jeff picks up the card. “‘To Mr. and Mrs. Morgan: wishing you joy, love and happiness on as you begin your new life together. From, the staff at (Name) Cabins.’ That’s so nice of them!” I smile and make my way over to the kitchen. I sit on a bar stool at the island, placing my chin in my hand.

“Shall we?” Jeff retrieves a bottle of champagne from the fridge.

“Of course,” I respond and give him a peck on the lips. Jeff sifts through the cabinets and finds some wine glasses. He pops the bottle and carefully pours two glasses. I hold up my glass, “To new adventures and seeing the world together, to falling more and more in love with you every single day. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, sweetheart. I’m so grateful I get to call you mine, Jeff.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Jeff tapped his glass against mine with a juicy kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

***

I slide into the hot tub and sip my champagne. Jeff saunters out to the deck in a waffle knit robe and a cigarette dangling from his lips. His hair is disheveled in all the right ways. I click my tongue.

“God damn, my husband is so sexy,” I sigh. Jeff lights up his cigarette with a mischievous grin.

“Thank you, darlin’,” he slinks out of his robe, exposing the masculine rug of hair covering from his chest to his stomach. I lick my lips, my silver fox is absolutely a feast for the eyes. Jeff climbs in the tub and curls up next to me. “This is heaven on these bones,” he takes a long drag and tilts his head back. “I’m with my wife on our honeymoon, un-fucking-believable. You’re my dream come true, princess,” he clutches my hand. “Come here, little girl.” Jeff pulls me into his lap. I run my fingers through his luscious hair and kiss him pasisonately. I lean into his rough, yet gentle touch and moan softly. He wraps his arms around my waist, burying his face in my neck and chest. The snow on the ground dampened every sound, all I hear are the rolling bubbles and Jeff’s lips on my body.

“God, Jeffrey,” I gasp and pull his hair, rubbing myself against the bulge in his swimsuit. He smiles up at me and plants sloppy kisses on my neck.

“I love the way my name sounds when you moan it,” Jeff bites his lip.

“Jeff,” I whimper, “Oh Jeffrey.”

“Yes, baby. Stroke my ego,” he chuckles, blowing smoke seductively and crushing out his cigarette.

“Oh, I will. I love making you feel like the powerful man you are,” I run my hands across his chest. “There’s not a day that goes by that you forget to tell me you love me and I love that so much. Your husky voice makes my toes curl. When you call me when you’re on your lunch break, my thoughts race. The smell of your cologne,” I kiss his neck and inhale his scent. “My god. Your salt and pepper hair turns me on like crazy, Jeff.”

“You sure know how to make me feel good, honey,” Jeff squeezes me close.

***

“Good morning, my beautiful wife,” Jeff’s croaky morning voice fills my ears.

“More like ‘great morning’, you were relentless last night, baby,” I snuggle into the dark hair on Jeff’s chest. My husband strokes my hair and chuckles to himself. I glance up at him and he kisses me deeply.

“That’s right, I’ve still got it,” Jeff smirks. “So, what’s on the agenda today?”

“Well, there’s a cute little roadhouse just down the road from here, maybe that for breakfast. After that, I had scheduled a whale watching tour for this afternoon and I’m so excited about that, you have no idea!”

“I can’t say I’ve ever seen a whale up close before, that’ll be fun!” my husband buries his face in my neck. He lowers his voice and moans in my ear as he cups my breasts in his hands, “How’s about round five before breakfast, sweet girl?”

“Oh god, Jeff, please,” I kiss him deeply and climb on top of him.

***

“Oh my god, babe! That was a blast!” I remark as we trudge through the snow up the porch stairs. I squeeze my husband’s hand.

“Seeing those humpbacks so close have me chills all over! Their mouths are fucking huge! They’re bigger than yours, and that’s saying something!” Jeff cackles.

“Will you shut up?” I giggle. “My lifelong dream of whale watching came true and all you want to do is roast me?! Don’t ruin this for me, asshole!” Jeff laughs at my teasing and opens the door to our cabin. I press myself against him, kissing him as he walks backwards through the door. He throws his head back as I kiss his neck. I shut the door behind us as he leans against the entryway wall. I remove my coat and sweater, revealing my low cut undershirt. Jeff drops his parka and I begin to unbutton his flannel button down, running my hands over his chest. I stimulate myself against his denim clad thigh.

“Oh, Jeff,” I gasp, gripping onto his shoulders as he leaves marks on my neck and collarbones. I stroke his thick hair.

“Fuck, girl,” Jeff groans. “I’m sure we’ve had sex in every corner of this joint,” a smile makes its way across his lips. He’s absolutely right. It was damn near impossible to keep my hands off my rugged silver fox. “Except maybe,” Jeff glances at the island and plants deep kisses in my cleavage, “The kitchen. Let me lick you clean, sweetheart. I love worshipping that body of yours. Making my gal feel good is my top priority.” The smell of my husband’s cologne and mouth against my body is utterly intoxicating. I slide out of my leggings and Jeff teases me with his dexterous fingers. I lean into his touch with a moan, grasping the back of his head with a kiss.

“You’ve got me so turned on,” Jeff licks his slick fingers and kisses me, lifting me and places me on the counter. His stubble brushes against my thighs as he leaves soft kisses. “Oh, baby doll, I don’t want to waste a single drop. You taste so damn good...” Jeff’s words melt into pleasurable groans. His tongue glides from my entrance to my clit with a persistent smirk. I never want him to stop.

“Look at my Daddy doing what he does best. Oh Jeffrey,” I tangle my hands in his slivering hair. His incredible tongue circles my clit as he makes obnoxiously sexy sucking, licking, and groaning noises. I gasp in pleasure, “Fuck, Jeff. How are you so handsome? It physically hurts me.”

“Makes this little pussy ache, hm?” Jeff chuckles, teasing me with his fingers. “I love making your pussy throb. I love tasting you. I love the little noises you make when Daddy does a good job.” Jeff hovers over me, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants to his mid thighs. He presses his hard cock against me as he kisses my neck and chest, “Are you my pinkie toe? Because I’d sure like to bang you on this table,” he smiles at his own quip. I moan at the firm feeling of his throbbing erection.

“Clever,” I roll my eyes and laugh. Jeff smirks and sinks into me, biting his lip with a loud groan.

“Oh fuck, you feel so damn good,” Jeff grips my hands, holding me down. “You have no idea how much your Daddy loves you. You mean the entire fucking world to me, princess.”

“You’re so adorable. I love you, oh god,” I moan his name, “Right there, Jeff. Please, Jeff. Fuck me,” Jeff groans against my neck, planting deep kisses. I grasp his hair. “Harder, Daddy,” I whine. Jeff quickens his thrusts, pounding me deeper.

“Jesus fucking Christ! God, I love pounding your sweet little pussy,” Jeff grunts through gritted teeth. “Let me pump you full. I’m going to- oh fuck!“ Jeff finishes deep inside me, wiping the sweat from his brow. His eyelids flutter with delight. “Baby, baby, baby,” he clicks his tongue. I can hardly catch my breath. “You are so perfect,” he pulls his pants back up and kisses me.

***

It was the last night of our nearly month long expedition in the tundra. I didn’t want to go back home, but alas, the time had come. After a hot shower, Jeff and I stepped out onto the back deck of our cabin. He wraps a flannel blanket around my shoulders. He sips his coffee and zips up his coat.

“Look at all those stars,” he remarks. “What a beautiful night.”

“It really i-“ I gasp, “Babe, look! The Northern Lights!” Jeff wraps his arms around me and rocks me back and forth. “Oh my god,” I sigh, “This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.”

“I never thought I’d see them in person,” Jeff says, “I never want this night to end, sweetheart. I could stay here forever,” he kisses my shoulder sweetly.

“Me too, Jeff, me too,” my heart flutters in my chest, “Hey, can I tell you something?”

“Anything, sweet girl,” I turn around to face my husband and stand on my tiptoes to kiss him.

“So, you know how I thought those crab legs messed up my stomach?”

“Yeah, I remember. Are you feeling better? Please don’t puke on me,” Jeff rolls his eyes and laughs. I hold his hands in mine.

“And you know how I said I had to run to the drug store earlier because I needed some headache medicine?” Jeff nods, a smile curling across his lips.

“You are prone to headaches,” he shrugs.

“Well...” I giggle nervously and place his large, manly hands on my stomach.

“NO, YOU ARE NOT! OH GOD, BABY GIRL!” Jeff yells, his voice echoing through the empty field around us. He covers his mouth. “Sorry, that was loud,” he lowers his voice to a whisper as tears well up and begin to fall down his bearded cheeks, “You’re pregnant?” I begin to shed tears myself.

“Yes, Jeffrey, yes!” I laugh excitedly as Jeff hugs me right.

“Oh my god, I’m going to be a dad! No fucking way!” he drops to his knees and kisses my stomach all over. “You’re going to be the best mama, you know that? My heart is pounding, sweetheart.” I pet his hair as we both cannot wipe the smiles off our faces. “Daddy can’t wait to meet you, little one,” Jeff speaks softly. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband, a better honeymoon, and now a better father for my child. Everything has never felt more perfect than life with my darling Jeffrey Dean.