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| I am my father’s daughter | 4 |

💖 Dad!Price & Daughter!reader, eventual Soap x reader

PART FOUR: John Price hasn’t seen or heard from his daughter in over a year, but that changes when she calls him one night asking for help. 2,565words

[18+] MDNI | TW: hurt/angst/mentions of abuse/ complicated father-daughter relationship

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🔈Reader’s view of John is different, he’s come and gone in her life etc so she thinks he’s not that great. So don’t send me hate

You learnt from a young age to stay silent when it came to the adults in your life. Made it easier to get the talk over with. Less words to get you in trouble, something you always tried to dodge.

Silence, your best friend. The one thing that kept you company most days. You stared at your dad, arms folded over your chest as you leant back on the stiff wooden chair. Not quite tucked in under the table, slightly angled in case you needed to make a quick exit.

The shiny new phone on the varnished surface, some sort of peace offering or something to be held over you, another thing for you to figure out.

The Captain however, he wasn’t as easy to read and that added to the weight on your chest. You weren’t sure on the limits, what he’d allow or how he’d deal with something he didn’t like.

You cleared your throat, gaze flitting to his across the table. “So, I can probably find a place in like a couple days or so, a week tops you know,” you said rambling on about a friend of a friend who lived close by.

Not a total lie, you’d slept on your mates sofa’s here and there as a teen when things went south before. You’re sure you can pick up some bar work to help you out till you find something more permanent.

The Captain shook his head. “Stay as long as you need, kiddo. Anything you need your old man’s ‘ere.”

As long as you need, another open ended thing for you to figure out. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome or get too close to him. Didn’t want to rely on your dad, knowing that he’ll come and go as he pleased. Blame it on the job, send you a message to check in and rid himself of the guilt.

“You know, it’s not just us living here,” he said, interrupting the constant thoughts rattling in your head. You know the little voice that’s always second guessing other people’s actions and trying to decipher the true meaning of their words and actions.

Oh shit, you didn’t even think of his team living in the same house. They’d given you and the captain space since you’d got here. You’re hoping you won’t be there for long, even if you have to stay at a shitty hotel until you get enough money to put down on a flat to rent.

“I’ll stay out of the way, no problem.”

Out of sight, out of mind. Least he wasn’t taking you to his house with your brother and stepmother.

“Nah kiddo, this is just as much your space now,” he said, his brows scrunching together as his eyes roamed your face. Like he was also trying to figure you too. “There are some rules though.”

“Rules?” You echoed back at him. You weren’t so good with rules, they normally came with expectations and punishments when they were broken.

Not that you’d be breaking them, willingly anyways. You didn’t want to think of the outcome if you did either.

“We’ll be in and out of the house, no set routine. All you gotta do is look after yourself kiddo, we eat mostly in the canteen as it’s convenient. So you’ll probably be having your meals alone, help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge, but add to the list on the front if you run out of stuff,” he said, sliding a notepad in front of him. The scratch of his pen jotting down numbers and words.

You nodded, “sure that’s okay.” You’d been fending for yourself for years, knew how to make the most of the basics or go without. Skipping a meal a day wasn’t a big deal for you. You could survive on just one if you needed to. You wondered if they kept track of the food or if they labelled their own food. There wasn’t any locks on the kitchen cabinets, so it looked like it wasn’t too strict.

“Now, you’re on base. So you won’t be able to walk anywhere and everywhere. There’s a map here,” he mumbled, pointing to an unfolded leaflet. He placed it in front of you and started to circle some areas, blue ink tracing the paths and road. “All the places I’ve highlighted you can go. Do not, I repeat do not go anywhere else.” His voice lowering as he got to the last sentence, gaze flicking up to yours. He jabbed the tip of the pen in your direction, brows raising as if daring you to argue about it.

The look of someone you did not want to piss off. You glanced back to the untouched areas, half of them with no labels or names.

“Uh, yes sir. I won’t go there.”

He doesn’t question the formal sir you’ve thrown his way, the line between his brows softening and eyes relaxing from their narrowed gaze.

“You got any idea what type of work you’re looking for?”

You shook your head. There wasn’t much you could do, a few different jobs here and there. You’d take anything at this rate, you weren’t picky. Money was money at the end of the day.

“Alright, I know someone hiring,” he said, raising his hand to stop you interrupting him. “Three days a week, entering data into a computer. Gotta interview kiddo, nothing comes for free.” He ripped off a piece of paper from his notepad, pushing it to you. A number and name, along with a date of the interview.

The ever prepared Captain already scheduled you an interview. Part of you wondering if he’d planned the rest of your time here.

Boring work, but you didn’t have the luxury to care. You needed to find something as fast as you could.

“It’s not working here is it?” You asked, trying not to offend him.

The Captain chuckled, “nah kiddo. A fifteen minute drive. If you get the job, I’ll sort the insurance on the truck and you can borrow it for now till you find your feet.”

It’s been years since you’ve seen him smile, the curve of his lips making him seem younger. Like the dad who used to ruffle your hair and put you over his shoulder when you were six. The years seemed to harden your parents, your mother’s snapping tone still sent a shiver down your spine. Your father’s stern face, lines in the corners of his eyes and the centre of his forehead painting him serious most of the time.

“What about rent?”

Nothing comes for free, his own words repeating in your mind. You wonder what else you’ll have to earn whilst you’re staying with him.

“Keep ya’ money,” he grumbled, his chair scraping back as he stood up. He walked over to the fridge, pinning a piece of paper under a magnet. His finger jabbing the scribbled mess. “If you need to reach me, this is my office number. Mobile first, office is last resort.”

“And mum?” You dared to ask, still expecting her to appear with each waking day. Least you'd hear her before you actually saw her.

“We’ll talk about it another day. Rest up and look after yourself. You still need to take it easy.”

You nodded, releasing a deep breath. The weight on your chest lifting, the tension loosening from your shoulders.

The Captain turned his back from you, flicking the kettle on. You rose from the chair, tucking it back under the table. He handed you a steaming cup of tea and you settled down into the sofa, placing the cup on the coffee table.

A kiss landed on the crown of your head, "gotta go back to the office, you know what to do if you need anything."

You didn't get a chance to react, the front door closed before you could catch a glimpse of your father.

Sleep had been fleeting the past week, as soon as your cheek hit the pillow on the couch you were out. You were never much of a heavy sleeper, but the rough weight on your forehead soothed the heat and sweat coating it, that you didn’t question it. The cool touch easing your faltering breaths.

You shifted, the cushion wedged behind your back brushed against the wound near your shoulder blade, a groan slipping from your lips. The hushed tones of someone shushing you and the hair sweeping behind your ear, however, sent alarm bells ringing. You shot up, head crashing into the nearest thing.

Johnny Mactavish stumbling back with a grunt. He cradled his jaw, a string of curse words falling from his lips.

"Fuckin' hell, Johnny," you snapped, clutching your forehead and scrambling to sit up. "Why are you breathing over me?" You traced the stitches above your brow, lowering a trembling finger tip expecting blood, but there was none.

Your heart drummed against your chest, the shirt you wore drenched in sweat and sticking to the dip between your breasts. Your fingers pinched the fabric, allowing the excess to swallow your figure once again.

The crick in your neck stopped you from turning your face quickly to the man in front of you.

Johnny rubbed his chin, red tinge marring his jawline. "Thought you'd passed out again, checking for your breath lass." He sat on the edge of the coffee table, wood groaning under his weight.

The distressed denim jeans hugged his thick thighs, baggy t-shirt skimming over a leather belt. Sergeant written across his firm chest. Your gaze wandered to the short sleeves and the way they curled around his biceps. A few nicks and scrapes dotted his bare arms, fading green bruise on his knuckles.

He reached out and you dodged his hand, trying to sink further into the sofa. Wanting it to swallow you up, anything to go unnoticed.

“You’re hot.”

It took you a second to register what he'd said.

“I’m what?” You stuttered, trying to pull the thin blanket over your shoulders as you slid down in your seat. God, he was so hot. Different to your ex, something untouchable about Johnny too though.

A deep chuckle shook his chest, his head cocking to side. Smile stretching his lips as if he noticed your stare. “Yeah, your head. Fever maybe?” He mumbled, leaning forward and placing the back of his hand on your forehead for a few seconds.

Of course, he wasn't looking at you like that. You don't even know why your mind went there either. Must be the fever messing with you.

You blinked, not sure of why he was checking you over again. If you’ve got a fever you’ll be taking a bath right? Or just riding it out? You weren’t quite sure. Did the Captain put him up to this?

It was the first time taking medication like this, normally you took paracetamol and hoped for the best.

Johnny’s touch is light, brief as he pulled away and clasped his hands in between his legs. “Did ya’ miss your meds?” He glanced over his shoulder, the ridiculously large clock ticking away.

“I fell asleep.” You shrugged, “I’ll just take them in a bit.” It’d been four hours since you’d settled on the sofa and three hours ago you were supposed to take two pills.

“You gotta take them at the specific times,” Johnny said, popping the pills out of their packaging and into your palm. He walked to the kitchen, returning with a large glass of water.

Sipping the water and throwing back your medication, you went to place it on the table, but he shook his head.

“Drink all of that, will help with that fever,” he said, sinking into the sofa beside you. The cushion dipped beside you and found your body leaning to his. "Might wanna, take that blanket off too." He snatched the blanket from your lap, balling it up and tossing it on the armchair beside him.

You drank half, gaze locked on his as you placed the glass on the coffee table. Wondering if he’d tell you to drink more, but he picked up the remote, flicking through the tv guide.

“Captain got you babysitting?” You checked your phone, a chain of texts from your father and an alarm notification you slept through that alerted you of the time and the meds you needed to take. forty-six missed calls and twelve voice messages, your ex's name lit up the screen as you turned it over on the table.

Johnny slouched against the back of the sofa, legs widening. Your knee brushing against the side of his denim clad thigh. His hand resting ever so close to yours on his own leg.

“Nah, watching the rugby.” He pointed to the tv with the remote, the match three minutes in already. There’s a bottle of beer in his other hand, the same one your ex liked.

The one you used to stare at in the shop, wondering if this pack would go in your favour or go against you.

Johnny seemed pretty calm though, you don’t know him well so the beer in his hand doesn’t help you feel any better. People are totally different after consuming stuff like that.

“You like the rugby?”Johnny said, his deep voice pulling you out of your head. He sucked in a breath as the players tackled each other for the ball.

You shook your head, “I hate sports.” You can't think of anything worse, a group of men shouting and hollering at a match. The spike of violence when their teams didn't win, all because of a game. You tried to keep away from all that.

The bottle doesn't touch his lips, a chuckle shaking his shoulders. "Yeah my sisters hated it whenever I watched the rugby." A smile playing on his lips, his fingers picking at the label on his beer bottle.

"You've got sisters?" It doesn't surprise you. He's respectful towards the women on base, well from what you've seen so far.

"Yeah, three of them. Don't know what's worse, three of them or that they're older."

You wonder how different your life would have been if you had siblings, someone else around your age to take the load off of you. Another person who could relate to everything, someone you could talk to without judgement.

Johnny rambled on about his siblings, telling you little bits of pieces of his childhood. The more he said, the more you felt like you'd missed out on a lot. You nodded along, lying when he'd asked you if you were close with your mum. The instinct to paint everything good still ingrained in your being.

The phone in front of you vibrated, kept doing so until you picked it up and turned it off. You don't even need to look at who it is, no matter who it is, it's not someone you want to deal with right now.

"Block 'em, don't want the Captain getting a hold him." He doesn't spare you a glance as he spoke, the tic in his jaw pulsing.

Johnny meant well, but you couldn't stop the cogs turning as you thought of what would happen if the Captain knew everything. A part of your life you'd never shared with your dad, for good reason too.

And if he'd even believe you.

[PART FIVE]

✨ Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it :) there might be some errors/mistakes as I'm dyslexic, I do check my work a couple times, but I do miss bits and pieces - Leya

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Roseeee I hope you don't mind this request for stress relief and motivation request (suffering yet happy in Uni) 🤧🥺💖💓💖💞💟

Asking Sukuna to brush Reader's hair bc it soothes and comforts them from a tiring journey/chores/etc that kept them busy and forgot to rest and Sukuna tried his best to give a comforting words yet he failed but Reader is happy bc his voice is enough to calm them 🥺🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓💓

duty — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: wishing you the best of luck! hope you like this <3

the night settles in, and you collapse into a wooden chair, your body aching from the endless list of chores and duties that consume your day.

being sukuna's wife means certain expectations are placed on you—managing his domain, attending to the temple's needs, and ensuring everything runs smoothly.

it becomes routine for you to get so lost in the day’s tasks that you forget to rest.

tonight is no different.

the soreness in your muscles tugs at you, and the exhaustion clings to your bones. your eyes close for just a moment, a sigh slipping from your lips. you are so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you don’t even notice sukuna’s looming presence until he speaks.

“you’re doing it again.” his voice is low and sharp, with a hint of annoyance.

you blink, lifting your head to find his imposing figure standing behind you. his red eyes are unreadable, but you can tell he’s been watching you for some time. you offer him a weak smile, too tired to muster your usual retort.

“doing what?” you ask softly, your voice a little strained.

he scoffs, stepping closer. “running yourself ragged. it’s pathetic to watch.”

a chuckle slips from you, despite the sharp edge to his words. "I didn’t realize you were so concerned."

sukuna lets out a huff, his hand already reaching out to your hair, a little rough but surprisingly mindful. "you’re my wife. of course, I am. If you collapse, I’ll have to deal with the consequences."

you smile faintly, though you know his words are just a cover. sukuna is never one to admit concern openly. but over time, you learn to read between the lines. his actions speak volumes, even if his words are always harsh.

"you think I'm that fragile?" you tease, though your voice lacks its usual spark.

he doesn’t answer immediately. instead, his fingers thread through your hair, working through the tangles you hadn’t even realized were there. the touch is unexpected, and you straighten slightly, caught off guard by the sudden gentleness. he isn’t often like this, but when he is, it feels like something special.

“shut up and sit still,” he mutters, not looking at you. "you’re a mess."

you can’t help but smirk. “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to help.”

sukuna’s hands pause for a brief moment, and you feel his gaze burn into the back of your head. “you don’t need to know better.”

you let out a soft laugh, leaning into his touch as his fingers continue their careful work through your hair. his touch isn’t soft—sukuna is never soft—but it is deliberate, careful not to hurt you despite the roughness of his movements. he is skilled in handling weapons, yet here he is, tending to your hair like it’s something that needs precision.

“you always surprise me,” you say quietly, more to yourself than to him.

his usual disdainful sound follows. “don’t get used to it. you just look worse than usual tonight.”

“I’m sure that’s your way of saying you missed me,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper as your exhaustion starts to creep back in.

sukuna lets out a dry laugh, low and rumbling. “don’t flatter yourself.”

you smile despite the weariness weighing you down. his voice is all you need. he doesn’t have to sugarcoat anything, doesn’t need to offer sweet reassurances. sukuna isn’t built that way. but even in his gruffness, you find comfort.

the quiet moment lingers between you, the tension of the day fading into the background. sukuna’s fingers continue their soothing motion, and you feel the stress of your responsibilities begin to melt away.

“honestly,” you say, breaking the silence, “I don’t know how you manage to be so intimidating all the time and still pull off something like this.”

“imitating your incompetence isn’t that hard,” he shoots back, not missing a beat.

you roll your eyes, a smile creeping onto your face. “maybe you should consider a career change. demon king by day, hairdresser by night.”

“don’t push your luck,” he replies, but the slight amusement in his voice betrays his true feelings.

just then, you feel him shift behind you, the weight of his presence enveloping you like a warm cloak. he lets out a low sigh, and for a brief moment, the world feels incredibly still.

“why do you insist on doing everything yourself?” he asks, his tone shifting to something more serious. “you have people for that.”

you turn slightly to gauge his expression. his brows are furrowed, a subtle crease forming between them. “I know I do, but they can’t care about it the way I do. it's my duty.”

“your duty,” he echoes, the word hanging in the air. “a duty you’re overextending yourself with. a queen shouldn’t be this exhausted.”

“maybe you’re right, but—”

“no ‘buts,’” he interrupts, the authority in his voice firm yet somehow softened by the concern lacing his words. “a ruler needs to be sharp, and you’re not going to be sharp if you’re running on fumes.”

you contemplate his words, a wave of appreciation washing over you. in a world filled with curses and chaos, it is rare for someone to express such concern. you want to argue, to defend your choices, but deep down, you know he’s right.

“maybe I could delegate a little more,” you concede, leaning into him slightly. “but it’s hard to let go of things when they feel so…personal.”

sukuna’s fingers still momentarily before resuming their rhythm. “you’re their queen. act like it. command them,” he says. “they’re all here for you. that’s their only purpose.”

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Hi!💖 You write for uchiha brothers or only sasuke? Can I ask for itachi please?

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉ℯ：Hii! Tysm for requesting🫶🏻 no! I’ll write for pretty much any character as long as it’s a character from Naruto (but my favorites are indeed the uchiha brothers). For itachi I just chose this random prompt as you didn’t specify I hope you like it!

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❝Should we do it again?❞

༄𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔： Akatsuki!Itachi x Shinobi!Reader

༄𝒯𝒲／𝒞𝒲： 18+ MDNI, female!Reader, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, itachi is kind of obsessed with reader 😋

The first time you saw Itachi, it was a flash of darkness on a mission—his presence like a shadow that loomed over you. His gaze had met yours, cold and unwavering, and in that moment, you knew there was something more between you, even if you didn’t fully understand it. You’d quickly retreated, heart pounding, a mix of fear and something else pulsing beneath your skin mixed with a feeling of guilt. Since then, the encounters had been brief, each leaving you with an unsettling pull that made you freaky out each time.

Then came the note.

It had been tucked into your mission supplies, folded precisely—too precisely, in a way that told you it was from him. Eastern woods. Midnight. No explanation, no signature, just the certainty that you were expected. You had to go. Something in you made it impossible to ignore, but at the same time you knew how wrong it was. You were a shinobi after all.

The night was quiet when you arrived, moonlight filtering through the trees in pale streaks. Itachi stood in the clearing, his figure unmistakable in his Akatsuki cloak, the red clouds stark against the black. His eyes met yours, dark and penetrating, making your heart race in a way you couldn’t explain. You knew this was wrong, you knew very well but something about him just made you so weak, making the undeniable heat cursing through you even worse.

“You came,” he said, his voice low and calm, like he’d been expecting this all along. Itachi didn’t even doubt you’ll come, in fact he knew it. He had this thoroughly planned, even that you come to him. He has watched you countless times, studied you and the way you behave, the people you surround yourself with. Ever since you first crossed paths on a mission, he’s been obsessed.

“I didn’t have much choice,” you said, trying to sound more composed and professional than you felt. Even though you felt guilty, you knew that you’re betraying your village, breaking your villages trust in you but you just couldn’t stop yourself, even if you wanted to. You were still nervous tho, each step forward a little harder to take as the air around you grew thick with tension.

He took a slow step toward you, with his tall figure coming closer, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you. “You could leave,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, “But you won’t.”

Your breath caught at the closeness of his words, the way his presence seemed to envelop you. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. There was a dangerous intimacy in his gaze, something that pulled at every part of you, making you question everything you thought you knew, everything you’ve done so far. You would’ve just went home normally if something didn’t seem right, but itachi was correct you wouldn’t leave.

“You never could,” he continued, his gaze trailing over you with an intensity that sent a thrill down your spine. Walking towards you the tension in the air grew even further, but not just in the air.

His voice was barely audible now, the heat of his proximity so overwhelming it made your head spin. You wanted to pull away, but at the same time, you wanted to lean in, to close the distance.

“You’re here because you wanted to be,” he said softly, stepping just a bit closer, until you could feel the heat radiating off him. Suddenly two hands were placed on your hips, slowly but steadily roaming around your body carefully, groping your ass and tits, gaining a satisfied look from itachi.

The world felt smaller with every passing second, your pulse echoing in your ears as you stood there, unable to ignore the heat pooling inside of you, the slight hitch in her breath betraying her calm demeanor. He was a risk. You both knew that. But the way he was touching you made you want more, more of him and itachi couldn’t deny that he didn’t like the way this was turning.

Moving his hands up from your waist to the back of your head, as he pushed you closer. Your lips met in a clash of heat and desperation, his kiss was demanding, teeth grazing her lower lip before his tongue delved deeper, tasting and claiming you in a way that made your knees weaken. He pulled you even closer completely closing the space between you, you could feel itachis rock hard cock against your lower abdomen , making you even more needy.

Without warning you felt a hand swiftly making its way down your skirt into your soaked panties, starting to rub circles on your clit. You moan into the kiss, before breaking it, resting your forehead on his shoulder, trying not to be loud and to contain yourself but that doesn’t work. His swift movements

“Please itachi.. stop teasing” you cry out, desperate for him to finally fill you. He didn’t even say anything back, he just slipped a finger into your throbbing cunt, earning a satisfied moan from you making his hard cock Twitch in his pants.

Your hands made their way up looping around itachis neck searching for support as he ruthlessly pumps his fingers into your cunt, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten making you bite your lips. You couldn’t even think straight anymore his long lean fingers being the only thing in your mind.

“Itachi.. im close” you breathily whined out into his shoulder, as he suddenly pulled out his fingers the sudden feeling of emptiness making you whine in desperation. Itachi swiftly shifted, pushing you until you felt the bark of your tree against your back. “Turn around” he said in his usual calm demeanor but with a hint of longing in his voice. You did as he said and turned around, when abruptly two hands reached for your hips pulling on them making you arch your back.

You were just about to turn your head around to see what he was doing, when you felt Itachi pulling up your skirt, taking your pantie out of his way & lining his tip up with your throbbing pussy. It made you even more excited but suddenly the guilt you felt just a few minutes ago came back. But it only lasted so long until itachi started bullying his dick into you, making him groan in satisfaction. The feeling of your tight warm walls clenching around his dick made him loose his mind.

Actually everything about you made him loose his mind, how you moaned out his name and how tight you were, in his eyes you were perfect, usually itachi wasn’t the type to come after just a few minutes but the way your walls where clenching around his shaft already made him be so close. But you loved it too, his thick cock poking against that perfect spot with each of his thrusts, the soft groans he let out sometimes it all made the knot in your stomach explode ultimately.

With your legs shaking and hands harshly gripping the tree for support you came on itachis dick with a long loud moan. “Good girl” he said eyes closed in pleasure, as a low groan escaped his throat as the sensation crested, with one last thrust a powerful release coursing through his body that left him breathless. You could feel his dick pulsating inside of you coating your gummy walls with his cum, another satisfied groan escaping his parted lips as he rode out his high with a few last sloppy thrusts.

“should we do it again?”

[aventurineswife]

aventurine, phainon, sunday, and veritas (student AU) were reader is the new student and they are afraid of go and socializing since its their first time making a big change.

(i am currently experiencing being the new student and the truth is that it is strange to be in a new environment and leave my old classmates 😭✋ sorry for kinda venting here...)

Step Into the Unknown

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Fluff, Comfort, Mentorship, School AU, Anxiety/Comfort, Inner Conflict, Growth, Slow Burn (?), Emotional Healing, Supportive Characters, Personal Growth.

Warnings: Anxiety, Mild Angst, Possible Mentions of Trauma, Sensitive Themes (handling mental health, overcoming fear of social interaction).

A/N: Hey, I totally get that—it’s tough being the new person and leaving behind familiar faces. It’s okay to feel a little off about it. Take it one step at a time; things will get easier. You’ve got this. 🫂💖

It was your first day at a new school, and the nerves were nearly overwhelming. You stood in the hallway, clutching your books close to your chest, a sea of unfamiliar faces passing by. The thought of socializing made your stomach turn with anxiety. It was all so much, too fast, and too big a change from what you were used to. You felt so small, a lone figure amidst the bustling crowds.

That's when you noticed him.

Aventurine stood at the far end of the hall, his presence unmistakable. His tousled hair and flamboyant, well-tailored uniform/clothes instantly caught your attention. His vibrant eyes scanned the crowd like he was playing a game—a game he was undoubtedly winning.

You froze for a moment, unsure whether to approach or shrink back. But then, to your surprise, he made his way over, his confident gait purposeful yet unhurried. His eyes gleamed with something between mischief and curiosity.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” he said smoothly, his voice playful yet warm. “A new player in the game?”

Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to stammer out a response, but he was already leaning in, an amused smirk tugging at his lips.

“Don’t worry, dear,” Aventurine continued, his hand flicking a strand of his earring, “You’ve got a good chance, but you have to roll the dice and take the first step.” He glanced over his shoulder, then back at you, his smile softening slightly. “But maybe I’ll be your good luck charm. After all, everyone needs one in their corner, don’t they?”

Aventurine was always calculated in his words, but today, there was something different—a subtle kindness. It wasn’t the usual risk-driven banter. No, this felt... real. He gestured toward the cafeteria, a suggestion of something more than just a social interaction in his gaze.

“Come on, let’s make this a game,” he said with a wink. “I’ll show you the ropes. Nothing to be afraid of—just a game of chance.”

His confidence was contagious, and though your anxiety still clung to your chest, you found yourself following him. Maybe it was time to roll the dice and see where this new chapter would take you.

Your heart raced as you stepped into the classroom, your nervousness magnified by the fact that this was your first time in a new school. The faces around you were strangers, and the thought of socializing made you want to disappear. Everyone seemed to already know each other, moving with ease while you stood awkwardly near the door, hoping no one would notice how out of place you felt.

And then, from across the room, you saw him.

Phainon, with his striking white hair and piercing eyes, seemed to glow with an almost regal air. He was sitting with a group, but his focus wasn’t entirely on them. His eyes were soft, observing the space, and for a moment, they landed on you.

A gentle smile spread across his face, and without hesitation, he stood up and walked toward you. His movements were fluid, and his presence radiated a warmth that made you feel... safe.

“Hi,” he greeted, his voice calm and inviting. “I’m Phainon. You must be the new student, right?”

Your words fumbled, but Phainon didn’t seem to mind. He tilted his head slightly, his bright eyes shining with genuine curiosity.

“Starting somewhere new can be tough,” he said, as if reading your thoughts. “But trust me, it’s not as scary as it seems. And if you need someone to talk to or sit with, I’m always here.”

There was no pressure in his offer, just sincerity, and for the first time that day, you felt like you weren’t alone. Phainon smiled again, his cheerfulness like a beacon of reassurance.

“Don’t worry. Let’s face this new adventure together.”

And as he led you to an empty seat beside him, you realized that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the first class of the day. You lingered in the hallway, unsure of where to go next. It was your first day, and the overwhelming newness of everything made you feel like an outsider. You weren’t sure how to approach anyone, and your anxiety held you back from making the first move.

Then, you noticed him.

Sunday, with his ethereal presence, stood near the window, gazing out with his eyes lost in thought. His hair shimmered as he adjusted it gently, and the soft flutter of his wings behind his ears made him seem otherworldly. There was something peaceful about his demeanor, something you instinctively gravitated toward.

When he turned and caught sight of you, a slight, almost imperceptible smile crossed his face. His voice was soft, like a breeze, carrying a sense of calm.

“You seem troubled,” he observed, taking a step toward you. His tone wasn’t judgmental, just a quiet acknowledgment of your discomfort. “It’s alright to feel that way. New beginnings can be... overwhelming.”

You didn’t know what to say at first, but Sunday’s gaze was understanding, his eyes filled with a depth that made you feel like you weren’t as alone as you thought.

“I know how it feels to be unsure,” he continued, his voice like a gentle lullaby. “But sometimes, the hardest part is taking that first step. If you’d like, I could walk with you. No rush, no expectations—just the company of someone who knows the weight of change.”

You nodded, grateful for his presence. Sunday’s calm energy had a soothing effect on you, and for the first time that day, you allowed yourself to breathe. As you walked with him down the hallway, you realized that maybe, with a little help from a kind soul like Sunday, this new chapter wasn’t as intimidating as it seemed.

The lecture hall was filled with students, their voices mingling with the sound of shuffling papers. You stood at the entrance, frozen by the sight of so many unfamiliar faces. It was your first day, and the thought of trying to fit in, to start over, felt insurmountable. You felt small and out of place.

Then, you saw him.

Ratio—or Veritas, as the students sometimes referred to him—was standing at the front of the room, his hair cascading over one eye. His presence was commanding, even without him saying a word. He wore an air of confidence that made the rest of the world seem secondary. His piercing eyes scanned the students, and when they landed on you, they didn’t just see a new face; they saw... someone in need of guidance.

“You’re the new student,” Ratio said with a knowing glance, his voice smooth and sure. There was no judgment, only a sharp clarity. “Don’t fret. You’re here to learn. To challenge yourself. It’s the only thing that matters in this place.”

You hesitated, unsure how to respond, but his eyes—those striking eyes—didn’t waver.

“Knowledge overcomes everything,” he continued, walking over to you with deliberate steps. “Fear, doubt, uncertainty. The moment you embrace it, you’ll find yourself in control. You’ll find your footing.”

His words weren’t just advice—they were a challenge, an invitation to rise above the discomfort that clung to you.

“You may not feel like you belong here yet,” Ratio said, his gaze now softer, “but this is your chance. And I believe in your potential. Knowledge does not judge. It simply waits for those brave enough to seek it.”

As he led you to an empty seat beside him, you felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this new chapter was less about fitting in and more about embracing the challenge of learning. Ratio’s confidence, his unwavering belief in intellect, made you feel like you might just be able to find your own strength in this new world.

[lumosflairr]

im begging for ron smut!! pls anything like brothers best friend ron fcking harry‘s little sister (of age ofc) while everyone’s in the house (weasley house)🤭

omg yes. your wish is my command bc i absolutely love this. Im sorry for such a late response btw!!

Best friend’s little sister.

this story contains smut. if you are uncomfortable with reading smut do not continue reading this whole story. Thank you!!

He shouldn’t feel this way about you.

No, he couldnt..

but oh, it felt so good.

Ever since last school year, Ron had noticed changes in you. How you’ve grown taller, your hair was now longer, and you were now more mature. But, he noticed other things to. The way your uniform hugs your figure just right, the way your chest had grown, and the way you have grown so perfectly.

He knew it was wrong. Looking at you the way he does, practically fantasizing about you. He knew it was horrible in fact, because you are his best friend’s little sister.

Every time you would come to sit with the Golden trio in the common room, in the Great hall, or simply anywhere, he could barely speak. Merlin knows he’s always thought you were fit, but this year? All the thinking that he’s doing is with his dick.

Now that it’s summer break, you were there with the Golden trio and the Weasley family in their household. Fred and George had been talking about going down to a river they found while exploring. You all agreed to go by later that evening after lunch and go swim.

As you sat at the Weasley dinner table eating the sandwiches Molly had made, You and Ron were say beside one another with harry across from the two of you. Hermione was beside Harry, and Ginny was on the other side of Harry while the twins were beside Hermione. You all listened into Fred and George talk about the time they knicked the Marauders map from Filch during their first year.

“Well what did you do after that?” You asked, laughing after hearing their escape plan from detention. “We made a bloody run for it of course!” George chipped in, taking a drink of his juice. “Whenever we came to the conclusion on what is was, we knew we could cause some wicked pranks with it!” Fred said, his smile not faltering. “But like we told Harry and you, your needs were greater than ours.” George said almost immediately after Fred, Merlin these two were so in sync.

“Yeah, don’t think I’ll ever forget Lupin and Snape catching me with it. It was quite funny whenever it told him to keep his abnormally large nose out of it though.” Harry said, which earned a laugh from everyone. Harry and you have always been close. I mean, you two were the only family you had left. Besides the Weasleys of course.

Though, there is one Weasley you don’t quite consider family. You did at once, but ever since his 4th year and your 3rd, things have been difficult with your feelings towards him. Whenever you saw him and his hair was grown longer, his jaw slightly more chiseled, you knew there was something there. Now it was about 3 years since then, but your feelings have turned into hopelessly in love. You and Ron had always been quite close, but you would catch each other staring at one another. Sharing such a Romantic and passionate look, you were sure something was there. It had to be.

After you ate, you went up to the room that you, Ginny, and Hermione shared. The three of you changed into your swimsuits, and headed down. You carried your bag with your sunblock, sunglasses, and other items you knew you would need. As you all made it downstairs, the boys were waiting for you.

Ever since your last birthday, you had to admit you have grown quite nice. Your breasts were fuller, and your mid body had slimmed. Your legs had grown some muscle which caused your butt to have grown. (Thanks, quidditch workouts!)

“Well what do we have here Georgie?” Fred said, his eyes landing on you. “Looks like summer just got a whole lot hotter” George finished after him. The twins approached beside you and wrapped their arms around them. Ron and Harry gave the twins a look. One in a “hey, thats my little sister you twat” and the other in a “you know i want her, back off” kinda way. The twins were well aware of Ronikins little crush, and they were going to drag it out to his coffin.

You gave the twins a playful eye roll and a smirk. “I could say the same about you lot.” This earned a giggle from the twins, and a frown from Harry and Ron.

As you all went to the river, Ron could barley keep his eyes off of you. He noticed how your body was just so mesmerizing. Every curve he wanted to worship. He was so caught up in fantasizing about you, he nearly forgot he was already engaged in a conversation with Harry.

“Why are you staring at my sister?” Harry said, which earned a very loud and nervous “I was not!” from Ron. Rons face flushed pink as Harry gave him a puzzled look. “I just mean..i wasn’t staring at her.. just the trees nd’ stuff around us..y’know nature and all” Ron said, keeping his eyes to his feet. “Never took you for a nature guy but okay..” Harry mumbled, after a while he continued his past conversation.

After you all arrived at the river, Fred and George found an abnormally large and wide tree. It was short and close to the ground, and thats when the twins came up with an idea..- as they always did, which was to jump from the tree into the river.

The twins went first, taking a dive in as Harry and Ron followed suite. When Ron took his jump he let out a boyish (yet somehow girly) yelp, which earned a giggle from you.

“Are you two sure this is a good idea?” Hermione said, you could tell she was nervous about it. “Of course we are! Cmon Mione, live up some!” Ginny said, brushing her shoulder against Hermiones. “It’ll be fun i promise.” You said, Ginny has always been quite rambunctious, which is what generally attracted you to becoming her friend. Ginny then ran as she took off towards the end of the tree. Ginny then jumped, and floated back up and swam towards her twin brothers.

You gave Hermione a smile and squeezed her hand. “Don’t be nervous Hermione, Its not that far up anyways” You said as you peaked over the tree. “Right..” Hermione said, taking a deep breath in as she stayed behind you. You went towards the end of the tree and gave the boys (and Ginny) a wave.

“Cmon, smalls, jump!” The twins said in practical union, as always. You took a couple of steps back, then ran off the tree. You felt your body fall towards the bottom and the water splash and suck you in. You then floated right back up to the top as Ginny then and wiped your eyes so you could see. As you opened your eyes, you came face to face with your brother Harry.

“All good?” Harry said, checking your arms just in case. Even though he was practically still a toddler when your parents passed, (Yes, i am aware he was a baby but this adds to our current plot) he was always so protective over you. Whenever Dudley would steal your toys or shove you out of the way, Harry always stood up for you. Or whenever The Dursleys would barley give the two of you a meal, Harry would give you over half of his.

“Yes Harry, m’ fine” You gave him a smile as he nodded, your attention then turning to Ron. You swam over to him as he flashed you that cute smirk of his. Godric, he would be the death of you. He wrapped his arm around your waist under the dirty water and let out a slight chuckle. “Your cannonballs suck” he said, which you returned with a slap to his shoulder. “My cannonballs suck? lets talk about your girly scream for help when you were jumping off” You returned his smirk with one of your one and raised a brow. “I didnt scream for help, sweetheart, i was just screaming from the adrenaline..” he gave you one of his sassy pouts.

No wonder so many people thought the two of you were dating. The playful banter, the laughs together, the hand placement. It was practically written out for the two of you.

As Ron stared deeply into your eyes, his own pair grazed your face. That bloody gorgeous face. That face did so many things to him. He wanted to wake up in the mornings and make you laugh, make you smile, then his eyes faltered to your lips.

Those lips he wanted to kiss day and night, those lips he wanted to see move as you gave him a smart reply. Those lips that he wanted his cock wrapped around. Those lips that he wanted to feel you use to mark him neck as he returned the favor. Those lips that he wants to make you scream his name as you cum around his mouth.

As a sudden splash came by, his thoughts (and yours) were quickly interrupted by Hermione jumping in. As you gave him a smile and a giggle, you swam away.

Ron couldnt believe how down bad he was for you. He wanted you in every single way. He wanted to make you his. He wanted to fuck you till you couldn’t walk. He wanted to hear those pretty little moans come out while he fucked that sweet cunt.

Ron also wanted to wake up in the mornings and see you in your shared bed, asleep, as he goes to check on your own children. Make breakfast for you, go celebrate holidays with his family not just as his best friends little sister, but his wife.

He knew his feelings were growing every day. He knew he had to tell Harry. Its not like he could ask for your parents permission, and Harry was the only family you had left. He was so unsure on how to approach it, whether that be just simply blurting it out randomly like, “Hey, I’m in love with your sister, do ya mind?” or..well… thats his only option.

As he snapped out of this thoughts, he came over to the others as you all enjoyed your day in the River.

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After the day at the River, you were sprawled out beside Ron on the couch. Harry and the twins were on the floor while Ginny and Hermione were on the other side of Ron.

Fred and George then came up with another clever idea. The twins trotted up the stairs to their room and came back down with Fire whiskey. “Truth or dare?” said George, Fred quickly following behind “if you cant complete the request, you drink”.

“Im up for it” Harry said, his attention turning to you and Ron. “Hell yeah I am!” you said, quickly getting up. “I suppose..” Ron said, getting up with you. Ginny agreed to play as well, while Hermione said she would rather go to bed then stay up and drink. As she walked up to her shared room with you and Ginny, the six of you sat in a circle.

As the game progressed, things got heated. It started with all fun, like you getting dared to do a silly dance or Fred and George burping the ABC’s, simply dumb funny stuff. After a while, it started getting more personal. More drinks were being taken as some didn’t want to answer nor do the things that mostly Fred and George told them to. You’d have already had about 5 shots of fire whiskey.

You weren’t completely drunk, but you damn well weren’t sober. Thats when you started looking at Harry and Ginny beside each other, and got a horribly wonder idea. It was now your turn to give out a dare. You looked at Harry and gave him a smirk. “Harry, i dare you to kiss Ginny.”

Ginny’s face turned red as Harry shot you a look. You were well aware of his crush on the red head, as you were sure about her feelings towards your older brother. “You..what?” Ron said, you could tell this was making him feel weird. He gave Harry and Ginny a look, as he realized the awkward tension between the two. Although, he soon realized he couldn’t be to upset. He didn’t know Harrys confirmed feelings towards Ginny, but he knew he was most definitely so down bad for you.

Fred and George chuckled and let out a “Ooooo” as they laid back.”Go on lover birds, get to kissin’” George said as Ginny shot her brother a look. “A dares a dare, unless you would like to end your no drink streak?” you teased, giving a smirk to the two of them.

Harry let out a sigh as he locked eyes with Ginny. He put his hands in hers and pulled her close as he inched closer to her face. Their lips immediately meet and share a kiss together as they pull away both with pink faces, Harry having a slight smile on his face.

Ron let out a gag as you, along with Fred and George- laughed. Harry shot you another glare and let out a laugh. “Funny, huh?” Harry spoke, raising his brow. “Very funny, my dear brother” You teased as you finished laughing, sitting back up.

“Alright then, I dare you to makeout with Fred”

The room went silent.

Ron could feel his blood boiling.

You and Fred shared a look. George gave a flirty whistle as Ginny’s jaw dropped. It was then Harry’s turn to laugh. “Go on, or take more shots of firewhiskey.” Harry nudged, looking at you shocked expression. “Harry..- you cant be serious you know I-“ “Do the dare or drink.” Harry interrupted you, giving you a smile as he took a look at Ron. Harry was well aware of Rons crush. He would just wait until Ron would come to him, that way he could tell Ron about his own crush on Ginny.

Ron was fuming. His hands were balled into a fist as he stared at situation infront of him. His girl..- well, not officially.. but he still claimed you as his..- was about to make out with his older brother. He gave you a look as you scooted to Fred.

“Dares a dare, right?” You told Fred, giving Ron a slight pleading look as you turned your attention back to Fred. “You’ll enjoy it sweetheart, for everyone enjoys the kiss of Fred Weasley” Fred joked with you as he gave you a smile, which you returned. As you scooted closer to Fred, and you both leaned in close, you heard a loud stomp as you pulled away and watched as Ron stormed off- clearly angry and upset.

As he vanished up the stairs, you gave a look around as the groups stares on you went to Ron, then back to you. Harry laughed as Ron stormed off as did George, Fred and Ginny did as well. Harry’s laughing stopped however after he noticed you leave up the stairs behind Ron.

“Ron!! Where are you going?” you shouted as you followed him up the stairs.

Ron turned around as he reached the hallway that led to his room that he shared with Harry over the holidays. His eyes landed on you behind him.

“Dont take pity on me, go kiss my git of a brother. Sure seemed like you’d been fantasizing about it all Summer..” Ron said, his eyes not leaving yours. “Ronald, what the fuck are you on about” You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brows as you stayed where you were.

“All the flirting with him, laughing at every joke he says, following him around like a lost dog. I’m not a bloody idiot. It’s him you want. Its so bloody obvious and- bloody hell.. you just dont get how hard it is to watch.” “Ron.. wha-“ “All that loving up you do on him, then me. You dont understand the things you do to me, Y/N.” Ron cut you off as he stepped closer to you.

“Seeing you give that same laugh you give to me to others, then almost go into a makeout session with my brother, it makes me so fucking angry. And you just dont get it.”

“Ron.. what are you saying?”

“I’m bloody inlove with you.”

You froze, his figure hovering over you.

“I.. I’ve always loved you, just now a little different. I want you all to myself and I know it sounds so horrible but Godric, you dont understand how much i want to wake up in the mornings next to you. Or simply be able to just kiss you. Claim you as mine. I want you all to myself. And i know its horrible because your my best mates little sister, but I cant hold it in. Not anymore. I’m bloody inlove with you.”

His eyes soon met yours as you leaned in and slammed your lips against his. His eyes widen as he soon returned and eased against you. His hands finding your waist as yours found his face. You leaned back and looked into his eyes.

“Ron, I’ve felt the same since my 2nd year and your 4th. I’ve always wanted you- wanted this. Not Fred, you. Its always been you, you git.”

Ron let out a chuckle and placed his head against yours.

“Guess we’re both bloody gits, yeah?”

“Oh shut up and kiss me, Ronald.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His lips came back down to yours as the kiss was passionate and love felt.

As the kiss continued, it became more needy. more yearning. His hands gripped around your waist. This was it, he thought. He could feel his pants tighten around his friend in his pants as he remembered all of those thoughts of you. This was one of the moment he’s dreamed of, passionately kissing you. You let out a moan and gave his tongue permission after he swiped his tongue across your lip. Your tongues danced together as he let out a groan. You tasted so divine, he just wondered you tasted on your other lips. His lips then found your neck, ghosting over your sweet spot as he sucked.

“Ron..” you moaned his name as he rubbed your hip. Ron let out a groan as he heard you moan his name. He’d been dreaming about this for so long. The way you moaned his name sounded exactly how it did when he would stroke his cock as he imagined pounding into your cunt relentlessly, moaning under him.

“Yeah, sweetheart..?” He panted as he parted from your neck, breathless and oh so turned on.

“I want you, well.. I’ve wanted you for a while now and while this isn’t how i wanted you to take me, I need you.”

Ron couldve just cum in his pants at the sound of that.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been wanting to hear you say those words since last school year.”

Ron picked you up from under your ass and carried you to his bedroom. He shut the door with his foot and carried you to his bed as he sat you down and you both left off where you were, tongues dancing together and he rubbed circles on your hips. Your thighs parted as his lower body was pulled close towards your heat. You could feel his hardened cock against your clothed pussy, which made you moan in his mouth.

“M’ gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart, you and your pussy. you want that?”

You could feel your pussy pulsate at that, letting out another moan.

“Yes.. God yes Ronnie..”

Ron attacked your neck again, now his hands wandering up your shirt and played with your breast in your bra. His hands wandered behind and were placed on your bras clasp, giving you a look to confirm you wanted this. When you gave him a nod, he unclasped the piece of clothing from your body. He lifted your shirt up slowly as his eyes widened at the sight of your tits.

“Perfect, so perfect f’me.. always knew these two were so pretty..” he kissed and sucked on your right nipple, which made you throw your head back with a quiet moan. “Been thinking about doing this to you, honey. Always wanted to touch you like this. You do so much more to me then make me flustered from your silly flirting.”

You looked in his eyes as your toes curled in your socks. “Why don’t you show me then Ronnie? show me what all you’ve fantasied about.”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what your getting yourself into. Besides, theres to many things I’ve thought about that wont be able to fit into just one night.”

You let out a breathly chuckle at his statement as he continued his abuse on your nipple, now on your left.

“Well, that’s quite alright. Guess you’ll just have to do this to me more often, yeah?”

Ron gave you a look as he smirked at you and grabbed the bottom of your shirt.

“I’ll do this everyday if i can make you mine. Which is now making me think..” He drifted off.

“Never asked you to officially be mine, sweetheart. So, would you do the honors of being my girlfriend love?”

You gave him a smile. “Yes, Ronniekins. I would love to be your girlfriend. Now please, fuck me.”

Ron let out a chuckle as he placed another strong kiss against your lips. This time, immediately fighting for dominance with your tongues. He lifted your shirt up and threw it against the floor. Ron grabbed his wand from his nightstand which resulted in your kiss being broken. You let out a whine with the loss of contact. Ron casted a silence charm and then a spell to lock the door. Ron then threw his wand back on his nightstand and he looked into your eyes, then admired your chest. All bare as he pushed you all the way down to the bed, pushing your legs to the foot.

“So fucking perfect, perfect face, perfect tits. Makes me wonder..”

“Mmm, wonder what Ronnie?”

“How perfect that pussy is…”

You knew you were absolutely soaked under as you slowly spread your legs above him. your skirt now exposed your drenched panties. Rons breathe hitched as his hands wandered down to the inside of your thighs.

“You like the idea of this Ronnie? Fucking your best friends little sister?”

Ron let out a chuckle as he locked eyes with you.

“Oh sweetheart I’m going to do much more then just fuck you. M’ gonna destroy you” Ron said. Shivers went down your spine as you shuddered under his touch after his fingers found the hem on your panties. He slowly pulled them down and let out a groan as he saw your now bare cunt infront of him.

“I knew you were so perfect, but sweetheart.. how can you be all of this in one and how can you be mine?” his lips found your neck and continued leaving love marks over your neck as he pulled your skirt down. You were now fully bare under him as he was fully clothed, all that was available to see was the print his cock left in his lounge pants.

“Y’know, its not fair for me to be naked while your still fully clothed, Ronald” You said, rubbing his chest as his abuse on your neck came to a stop. Ron practically threw his shirt off and he let you unbutton his pants. His hard cocks print making a stand as you put your hips up to grind on him.

Ron let out a moan, he knew what you wanted.. but he couldn’t give it to you just yet. You let out a whine as you awaited for him to fuck you already, but he had other plans.

“As bad as I want to destory you already, i need to taste you. That alright sweets?” Ron said, already lowering his head to your pussy.

When you nodded a reply as your kept your legs spread, Ron took a good look at your cunt- all wet and ready for his mouth and fingers. His hands rubbed circles on your clit then stuck his middle finger inside your hole.

You let out a moan in return, not expecting him to act so suddenly. Rons tongue then licked a long stripe up your cunt, glazing over your clit then vigorously attacking it. You let out a gasp then covered your mouth. Ron shot you a glare.

“Make all those sounds for me honey, let me hear how good i make you feel. I casted that special charm for us, remember? Be a good girl and scream my name, yeah?”

After that statement, how could you refuse?

You did as you were told. You moaned his name as you squirmed under his touch. His mouth was so skilled when it came to eating pussy, and this was a first for him. He added another finger to your pussy as he continued sucking and fucking you with his mouth and fingers.

“Oh fuck! Ron.. I’m gonna cum.. holy shit!” You were a moaning mess, and his mouth and fingers worked so well against your pussy. “Go ahead, come for me baby..” Ron said, and thats how you needed to hear. You let out a final moan as the band in your stomach snapped, you felt your release come as you rode your high out.

Ron parted from your pussy with his face as he came up to look at you. His chin was covered in your juices as he gave you his goofy smirk. “You taste divine, love” He said as he crawled up to you. You laughed as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. You both stared into each others eyes for a while as you broke the silence.

“Ronnie, please fuck me now.” You gave him those pleading eyes. this is it, Ron thought. this is where his fantasies come true. where he fucks you while you scream and moan his name. It was finally here.

Ron gave you a kiss, which you returned and you could taste your slick from your pussy. “Never thought you’d ask, sweets.”

Ron pulled his underpants down as his large cock sprung free. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, it was practically at his belly button. “You sure you want this love?” Ron asked, his eyes looking deep into yours. “Yes Ronnie, fuck me. Fuck your best friends little sister.”

Ron didnt need to be told twice yet again as he collected your slick on his cock. As he pushed the tip in, your nails dug into his shoulder, which caused him to let out a hiss. Not only because of your nails, but you were just so fucking tight.

As his pushed his length farther into you, your felt his cock claim your insides as his as he fully finished stuffing you. He kissed you passionately as he let you adjust. When it was time to move, he gave you slow thrusts. His balls slapping against your ass slowly as your pussy suctioned him in. When you gave him the green flag to go faster, he fastened his pace up and you were both a moaning mess. Your pussy felt so full as it welcomed his large cock so willingly.

“Fuck.. pussy so tight. Knew you were made for me, even your pussy was made for my cock.” Ron spoke as he let out moans in your ear.

“Fucking my best friends little sister.. Gods i love you.. Im so lucky. I’ve wanted to do fuck you and just be with you f’ so long.. your..- fuckkk..- not goin’ anywhere sweetheart..” Ron rambled on as he fucked you relentlessly like he promised. His dick twitching inside as you felt his tip threaten to enter to womb.

“F-fuck.. Ronnie.. I’m gonna cum..” You were gasping for air as his cock hit that spot inside you. You could tell he was close with the way his thrust were more sloppy and fast. He let out a groan as he continued the constant abuse to your G- spot.

“Gonna cum sweetheart.. shit..- gonna let me cum in this pussy? claim you as mine, yeah?” Ron said in your war as he groaned.. “Yes.. yes please Ron! Cum inside my pussy..!” After those words came out of your mouth. Ron could barley control himself anymore. Ron finally let go and let his sperm fill your hole up. Your finally released at the feeling, cumming around him for the second time.

As you both came down from your highs, he flopped down beside you as you both caught your breath.

“I’ve wanted that for so long.. wanted you for so long. And I know it sounds so wrong because.. well you are my best friends little sister but your my dream girl, Y/n.” Rons words made you flip to him and stroke the sweat drenched hair out of his face and made a smile plaster onto your face.

“Ron, I feel the same way about you to. I always have. I’ve always wanted this.. wanted you. Your my dream boy.” You both shared another passionate kiss with one another, enjoying each others presence. Ron stood up to get you some of his clothes to sleep in and hid your clothes under his bed, just in case Harry wouldnt find out what exactly happened. After you were both in pajamas (you in an oversized shirt and and old pair of sleep shorts), you bundled next to one another and shared one final kiss before sleep overtook the two of you.

He was now your boy, and you were Ronald Weasleys girl. Ron eventually told Harry about the two of you, which in return Ron was returned with information about Harry and Ginnys secret romance with each other. Although Ron was not to happy about that, he was just happy he could call you his.

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Congratulations on reaching 2k! Every bit deserved your writing and characterization is always so amazing 🫶🏼

For the event, Could I request a Drabble of rivals/ crushes snowed in with Ekko with a she/her reader? (Possible accidental confession perhaps?)

I need more ekko content in my life 🥹 Ekko presents tough but he’s such a sweet lover boy!

Thank you for this event! And thank you for blessing us with your writing 💖

tysm!! i’m always so happy to hear the characters sound like themselves 😭 i hope you enjoy the drabble!

warnings: spoilers for s2 despite this being a modern au, grieving, mentions of jayvik, fem!reader

Professor Heimerdinger had been a phenomenal professor. You were thankful to have made it in to every one of his lectures in your college career. He had always been a spontaneous character, treating his students like family.

After his funeral, you weren’t too surprised when Ekko appeared. You both had been gunning for the top grades in classes, the most genius designs, the greater anything. He was a worthy opponent, taking his defeats in a respectable manner. When he won, you’d have to suffer one of those insufferable smirks and a tick of his eyebrow but you had come to enjoy them.

You’re not sure when the jealousy of his mind had turned to attraction.

He was well dressed for the ceremony, all suit and tie and raw eyes. You wanted to hold him, but you settled for a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Left a letter to us,” he said, holding up an envelope.

“Heimerdinger did love dramatics,” you joked, stepping closer as paper unfolded. For this you let your head fall to his shoulder, feeling as much as ewing the shake in his hands. You helped steady it.

“Can you…”

“Of course,” you whispered, clearing your throat and reading it aloud. You were teary-eyed by the second sentence.

The letter detailed how proud he was of you and Ekko and that he was sorry to leave the world before he saw both of you graduate. He’d never married or had a family, but he considered the two of you his own. He also asked if one of you would care for his cat, Poro, until a proper home was found.

“I’ve been taking care of him,” Ekko said. “I don’t have the room in my apartment so I’ve been spending time at Heimerdinger’s place. Helped Jayce and Viktor clean some stuff out.”

Another generation of assistants and protégés. They were married, too.

“Could you take him for a bit? He’s a good cat,” Ekko promised.

“Of course,” you said. “I’ll go grab him now.”

“I’ll go with you. I have some stuff I need to grab.”

That was exactly how you ended up snowed in at Heimerdinger’s residence with your rival and crush, Ekko, and Poro the cat skirting your feet.

“This feels like one of his schemes,” you chuckled as Ekko got the fireplace in the living room going. “Remember when he locked us in the lab until we stopped fighting?”

“He forgot about us until the next morning,” Ekko finished, smiling over his shoulder.

You giggled, reaching down to pull the cat into your arms. “I can still feel the crick in my neck from falling asleep at the desk.”

“It worked, though.” Ekko settled back on the carpet as the fire roared to life. “We got along a bit better after that.”

“We respected each other,” you chuckled. “I had to after you picked the lock.”

He shrugged. “I’m a man of many talents.”

Sitting down beside him, you both basked in the warm glow, shoulder to shoulder. The sound of the wind outside alongside the crackling wood calmed the nerves of being so close to him, well almost.

“He’s well behaved around girls,” Ekko said, looking to Poro in your lap. The car purred, raising his head as a strong hand ran over his back. “He hates Viktor. I think Heimerdinger mentioned something about a laser?”

“Like a toy laser?”

Ekko shrugged. “Either way he’s a lot more careful around guys, but he’s warmed up to me over the years.”

Yeah, you thought, who wouldn’t?

“I’d like to keep him,” you murmured, scratching under his whiskers. “Just have to figure some things out first. I’ll manage it.”

“I can help,” Ekko offered.

You shook your head. “You’ve already done so much. Let me.”

“I love the little troublemaker too.”

“Then you can visit him.”

“Yeah?” His eyes glinted as he looked at you.

“Yeah,” you agreed, heart thundering. His shoulder nudged yours, sending sparks down your shoulder and into your stomach.

“Only him?”

Your breath caught. For being the top of your class, you sure went brain dead by a simple question.

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking away. “I just…”

“No,” you said, “I mean, yes you can visit. Not just for the cat. Don’t apologize.”

“If you were uncomfortable—”

You shook your head, grabbing his arm. “I’m not. Just nervous, surprised…”

“Surprised?” he huffed, the start of a smile on his lips.

“What? I don’t know,” you scrambled, feeling too hot. Poro stretched before walking away, leaving you to die of your embarrassment.

“I’ve been crushing on you for a while,” he chuckled, “I thought you noticed.”

“I’m a genius in school, Ekko, not,” you gestured haphazardly between you, “this.”

He busted out laughing. You tumbled into it with him, the sound far too contagious.

“First the lab, now his house,” Ekko sighed later on, the two of you leaning against one another on the couch. “This does feel like Heimerdinger’s doing.”

It did. One day you’d have to thank him for bringing you together.

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The Hunt

All of my writing is completely Gender Neutral Reader. There is no reference to gendered body parts (Imaging a Ken Doll if you will). Due to this I use more vague language, and nothing is as specific or specified. Please be advised this writing style isn't for everyone and it is okay to skip.

Ft ~ Ryomen Sukuna x GN!Reader Kink ~ Primal Play Synopsis ~ Sukuna has a wild side, so when you invite him to indulge in it, he really lets loose Content Warning ~ 18+, Smut, rough sex, monster cocks, biting, claiming, possessive behavior, scratching, outdoors, fingering, Idk Adult Content.

4.6K Words, I don't proof read

Based off this SMAU

Where are you?  Why are you not in your room?

You squint at the message on your screen. You weren’t sure you were reading it correctly even.  Why was Sukuna looking for you, and in your room no less.  It was  perplexing but there was an aura about the message you couldn’t quite place.  Aggression?  No, it was more than that.  Desperation?  No, it wasn’t that either.  It lived somewhere in between the two.  Then it hit you.  Lust.  But why you?  Why now?  Sukuna had concubines in spades, if all he had was lust.  Though the motive still puzzled you, the one thing you could guarantee was that this was some form of lust and need.  You weren’t stupid.  You always noticed that Sukuna had a fondness for you.  Always seeking you out for some reason or another.   He'd show up while you were working to have a battle of sass.  The way he would somehow always be looming, at least one cheek eye on you. The way you sassed him and always bit back intrigued him.  Not once did you bow to him, even when he threatened to take your head.  You simply raised your chin to give him a better sight on where to cut.  You refused to call him Lord, King or anything but Sukuna.  He lived for the fight you brought him.  Never submitting to him.  Today, all of that would change. 

Keeping tabs on me now?

Why are you in my room?

Neither questions really needed to be answered, the second you hit send you took off.  Your legs carried you at an almost inhumane pace into the forest behind the estate.  Even with a head start Sukuna was faster than you.  Stall him.  You had to stall him, buy yourself precious seconds.  You felt like a mere rabbit, and Sukuna was an apex predator.  You didn’t stand much of a chance once he found you so it was simply delaying the inevitable.

It’s not your place to ask questions.  I’ll give you one opportunity, come to my chambers and I’ll be gentle

Heat coursed through your body at the message.  Your suspicions were confirmed.  Sukuna was finally taking what he wanted.  All the playful pushing, all that time spent trying to make him break, to make him take you, it was finally here.

And if I don’t?

You sent, legs still moving as fast as you could.  Your lungs burned as you sprinted. Jumping and ducking branches.  Scrapes and scratches began to cover your skin the further into the dense forest you went.

I’ll hunt you down

You paused to read Sukuna’s text.  Was your heart beating so rapidly from running or him?  This was something you’ve been wanting for so long.  A dream.  Yet here you were, in the forest, this message in your hand.  Through labored breaths you began to type.

That’s what I figured

I’ve been running since your first message

Dead.  You were about to be so dead.  Ruined, ravished, ripped apart, but damn it, you couldn’t wait.  Even taking this moment to breath and relish in the anticipation was dangerous. You were wasting precious seconds.

What a sly minx

I’m going to destroy you when I catch you

Heat went straight to your core at his words.  You were sure he would, in fact you were hoping for it.

That was the plan

Let the hunt begin 💖

You sent off a final text before beginning to run again.  It was small, but it was your way of giving Sukuna consent to do as he pleased with you once he found you.  No matter how far your head start was though, he was going to find you.  Like thunder you heard cracking behind you.  That bastard was dismantling the forest, with you in it.  Was he trying to kill you?  No, he knew you were strong.  This was just a part of his game, to see if you were truly worthy.  Winds like a cyclone whipped past you, cuts appearing over your body, shredding your clothing at the same time.  You never stopped running.  Even as the forest fell, even as the thundering cracks grew closer, you kept running.  That was until you felt it, a full force dismantle coming your way.  Diving for the forest floor, you stared up as trees practically disappeared to dust.  He would have shredded you into oblivion if you didn’t dive, but he didn’t, because you’re you.

“Son of a bitch.” You mumbled, breathing heavily.

“You called?” Sukuna's face appeared above you, cocky and devilish smirk.  No, not yet.  You weren’t ready to be caught yet.  You knew you’d pay for it later, but for now, you did the only thing you could think of.  Bending almost in half, your legs wrapped around Sukuna’s neck.  All four eyes went wide as his neck sat between your thighs.  With all the force you  could muster, you brought your legs back down, throwing him over you and slamming him into the ground.  You didn’t have time to apologize, managing to scramble away in his stunned state.  Risking a quick glance back as you ran, you saw him sitting up.  He was smiling.  Watching you run with a hunger he has never felt before.  As much as you both wanted each other, there was one truth you both knew.  The thrill of the hunt was just as alluring as the catch.  

There was no point in running through a forest that was as flat as a prairie now.  You continued sprinting but it was more aimless now.  There was no cover or places to hide.  You were completely exposed and in the open.  You may be strong but in a fight of raw power against Sukuna you’d lose.  Your running came to a halt as you stood before a cliff's edge.  The ocean beating against the rocky wall.  

“Nowhere left to run.” Sukuna’s voice was a low rumble.  You knew when you were bested but this wasn't it.  Not yet. You weren't done yet.

“Guess so.” You shrug, turning to him, but your smile gave it away.  His eyes narrowed as you took a step back, letting yourself fall from the cliff.  Only you didn’t, not fully at least.  You managed to twist your body mid air and grab on just below the ledge.  Holding your breath a shadow eclipsed the sun.  Sukuna had dived off the cliff after you.  A smile fell on your lips as your eyes met, his face contorting as he realized what just happened.  You wasted no time, clamoring back up the cliff and taking off running again.  An echoing splash sound coming from behind you.  There was nowhere left to run.  Your options were going for a swim, back to the estate, or back to the cleared forest.  Sukuna and his four arms had an unfair advantage in the water.  You weren’t willing to put those at the estate in danger of Sukuna’s warpath.  That only left the flattened forest.  He was going to catch up.  There was nowhere left to run, no more tricks to be had.  Even knowing you were done for you kept running.  What was the fun in just giving up?  The hunt was just as alluring as the catch after all.

It was like there was fire in your lungs as you sprinted.  Your heart was pounding in your chest, soon it would all be over.  The chase would be done.  All this running and fighting would be for not.  Still, you’d get your long awaited reward in the end.  Then you felt it.  Rain.  Only there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky.  A wet hand wrapped around the back of your neck.  Tripping over the sudden pressure to your upper body you landed face down into the mossy ground.  A wet knee dug into your back, pressing you further down into the forest floor.

“Got you minx.” Sukuna growled into your ear.  His soaked body had cool water droplets falling onto your searing hot skin.  Sure, you could wiggle, scratch or thrash but you weren’t getting out of this.  You knew when you were  bested.

“Yeah?  So what now?” You asked, doing your best to look back at him.  For only a moment his hungry expression faded to something softer.

“That’s up to you.” He almost sighed, all four eyes searching for any form of confirmation to continue.  You wondered if he was this soft with everyone, even if he had your face pressed into the dirt.

“You caught me, didn’t you?  Take whatever prize you see fitting.” You gave a choked smile.

“Even if that prize is you?” Sukuna leaned down, placing his face on the ground beside you to completely meet your gaze.  The soft shade of green from the moss made his eyes seem all the more red.  His hair was soaked, dripping and being absorbed into the ground.  The weight of his knee and the grip on the back of your neck lessened.  In fact he removed both.  He swallowed hard as he waited for an answer and you realized what was happening.  Sukuna was giving you a chance to escape.  It was more than that though.  All of this was.  This entire thing was more than just hungered lust.  Even his question, ‘even if the prize is you?’, it wasn’t about sex.  This was more than that.

“You can run if you wish.  I won’t chase you anymore.” Sukuna looked away from you, his words sounding broken.  You had taken too long to respond, too engrossed in your own thoughts.  You reached out, cupping his cheek in your hand.  His eyes snapped back to yours.  This scenario was ridiculous.  Both of you face down in the mossy dirt, the smell of forest and plant decay in the air.  The King of Curses face down, ass up just to meet your gaze.

“If I ran, I’d want you to chase me.” You watched as his eyes darted between yours, trying to see if your words were true.  “So if you want your prize, you probably shouldn’t let it go.” You leaned in, giving his nose a kiss before jumping back and running again.  You turned back to see him smiling like a love struck maniac.  He didn’t move, he was just watching you in awe.  Even if you wanted to be caught, to be taken, to be used, you weren’t going to make it easy on him.  Perhaps that’s why he longed for you so badly.  Unlike anyone he had ever known, in his past life and this one.  Your soul was special, you were special.  You and you alone were worthy to be called his, to be claimed by him.

Your body suddenly halted when you were once again tackled to the ground.  You were turned on your back this time though.  A hand caged your neck to the ground, it wasn't squeezing or pressing, it was simply there to prevent your head from moving.  Another hand pinned your wrists above your head, the other two beside your shoulders, not allowing them to move.  Sukuna was straddling you, knees pressed firmly to your hips.  You were in a human cage, immobilized and unable to escape.

You both sat frozen, panting and taking in the moment.  Sukuna was still wet from his swim, cold drops of water leaving goosebumps on your skin.  Sukuna’s breath came out as steam in the cooling air.  Sunset.  Had you really been running from him for this long?  Even in the dimming light you could see the dark hunger in his eyes.  Still he was holding back.  What was he waiting for?  Seconds that felt like minutes past and he hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Take your prize Ryomen.” A guttural growl escaped his lips, his eyes getting impossibly darker.

“Say it again.” His voice was strained, like he was trying to hold back what little sanity he had left.  “Say my name again.” His grip around your neck tightened.  One word, and it would drive him to the edge.  One word to push him to the brink of insanity.  You, saying his name.  That wasn’t good enough though.  You didn’t want him on the edge, you wanted him to snap, to completely lose it.

“Come on.  If you want me, then take me and claim me, Ryo.” The nickname rolled off your tongue like a siren song.  The second the last syllable fell from your lips you felt a sharp pain on your shoulder.  Teeth.  Sukuna sunk his teeth into your  shoulder, hard enough to puncture the skin.  A choked gasp escaped your throat at the sudden sensation.  His tongue was flicking around the indents where his teeth sat, lapping up the blood that was coming from you. 

“Mine.” Sukuna managed to snarl out as he pulled away, admiring his work.  You could feel the warm blood spilling from that spot, a stark contrast to the cold forest floor.  He began to move his hand to hover above the area.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You hissed at him.  He was going to heal it, seal off the beautiful mark he had just given you.  A smile fell on his lips as his eyes met yours once again.

“This is why you are worthy to be my prize.” Sukuna purred, his grip on your neck tightened, pulling you up to meet his lips.  Warm.  That was your first thought when your lips connected.  Even though he was cold from the water his lips were warm.  Tingling like lightning where your lips connected.  Soft, warm, welcoming, comforting.  The kiss wasn’t needy or rushed, but passionate.  His hand moved to cradle the back of your head, freeing your airways and deepening the kiss.  A light nibble to your bottom lip, his tongue finding its way into your mouth.  He tasted like smoked honey, a slight hint of iron lingering from the blood he licked earlier.  Intoxicating.  Being this close to him, being this intimate with him, him.  He was intoxicating.  You felt like you were floating.  More.  You needed more.  Nails dug into the hand that trapped your wrists.  Your back arched, pathetic whimpers swallowed by Sukuna.  The way you squirmed had him going crazy, no, more than crazy.  He was going feral.  Your scent, your taste, knowing his mark was on you, it had him losing his sense of reality.  His lips moved from yours to leave wet kisses along your jaw.  Nipping at the skin as he went.  He made his way down your neck, only pausing to leave a soft kiss on the deep mark he had made.

He laid your head back down, moving his hand to your torn shirt.  He didn’t hesitate for a moment, ripping the fabric off to leave your torso exposed to him.  All four eyes were darting around your body, taking in every detail, committing it to memory.  Sharp nails dragged down from the base of your neck to your sternum, a red trail left in their wake.  A choked gasp escaped your lips as Sukuna latched onto one of your nipples.  His fingers pinched and pulled the other.  Whining mewls rolled off your tongue, desperately arching your back.  You weren’t sure if you were trying to push into him more or escape his grasp, all you knew was your body was reacting to his every move.  His teeth scraped against you, gently tugging and sucking as his tongue flicked.  His fingers made sure to give your other nipple equal attention.  Pulling, rolling and pinching it, sharp nails digging in.  You couldn’t keep focus, eyes rolling back and needy whimpers floating through the air.  You were so engrossed by the feeling you hadn’t noticed the hand that was beside your head moved.  It was only when you felt cold air on your legs you realized.  He had shredded the last remaining bit of clothing you had on.

There you laid, on the forest floor, sticks and rocks poking into you, completely naked.  Sukuna had removed his mouth from you, eyes taking in everything you had to offer.  He was at a loss for words, an image better than he had dreamed.  Every concubine he pretended was you.  Every wasted load of cum in his fist to the thought of you.  Nothing compared to the actual sight.  He couldn’t have dreamed of such perfection.  He was going to ruin you.

His hand freed your wrists, moving to cage your neck in place once again.  You watched as he moved a hand to his mouth.

“What are you-” You were cut off when he squeezed your neck, literally stopping the words in your throat.  

“I don’t need to cut your insides up in an attempt to prepare you.” Sukuna scoffed.  Your brows furrowed as you watched him.  He was biting the nails short on one hand.  

“Just tell me to stop and I will.” Sukuna was dead serious. He always had at least one eye on your face to gauge your reactions.

“Stop treating me like I’m fragile.” You reached over, grabbing the front of his robe to pull his face to yours.  “I don’t break so easily.” Sukuna let out a guttural groan.

“Let’s test that then, shall we?” He held his hand with the shortened fingernails to your mouth.  You happily let them in, coating the middle and ring finger with spit.  Your eyes never left his as you swirled your tongue around and sucked his fingers.  Pure lust and need glossed his crimson eyes, watching you with a hunger that only taking you could satisfy.  He removed his fingers from your mouth, a thick spit trail following.  Sukuna sucked your drool off his fingers, quickly replacing it with his own.

“Sweeter than candy.” He purred, licking his lips.  His words had your heart pounding.  Sukuna repositioned himself between your legs.  Moving the hand that sat around your throat he hooked it under your leg, pressing your knee to your chest.  His drool covered fingers circled your entrance.  He was barely touching you but you were already shivering and whimpering.  Slowly he pushed a finger in.  Just a single finger had you stretching, had you feeling beyond full.  You gasped, back arching, your eyes rolling back.

“Don’t pass out yet Minx, we’re just getting started.” True to Sukuna’s nature, he was sadistic.  A second finger was plunged into you.  For a moment you saw white.  It was so much, so good.  

“You’re right, you don’t break easily.  I’d expect nothing less from my Minx.” Sukuna began to pump his fingers in and out of you.  “My prize.” His fingers slammed into you harder.  “Mine.” His pace picked up.  You were seeing white in your vision.  Your body tensed, a knot forming in your throat as Sukuna ruined you on his fingers.  “Mine, my minx, only mine, all mine.” He growled.  He laid his body into you, pushing your leg down further.  You let out a pleasure filled wail as Sukuna sunk his teeth into your other shoulder.  Fingers laced into his hair, roughly pulling at the roots as you came.  His fingers slowed but his bite sunk in more.  You could feel his mouth vibrating, as the ringing in your ears faded you heard him chanting ‘mine’.  A second, deep puncture mark.  Warm blood trickling out.  As Sukuna’s teeth sat in your shoulder you looked to the sky.  It was dark now.  Stars dancing overhead, twinkling down on you both.  His.  All his.  You wondered if these were the same stars Sukuna saw in the Heian Era.  Your grip on his hair softened as you came down from your climax.  Soothing circles massaged into his scalp instead.  His fingers were still lazily thrusting and curling into you.

A pitiful whimper left your lips when he pulled his fingers from you.  Empty, you felt so empty.  The feeling only grew when he released his bite too.  Matching marks on either shoulders.  Deep, harsh imprints of his teeth.  Watching as Sukuna began to undid his robes, you may have felt empty now, but you’d be full soon.  Your jaw dropped with his robe.  A god in the flesh, a fallen angel, a dream.  Large, toned muscles all over his body, flexing with his every movement.  Your eyes traced down his abs until you saw teeth.  A large smiling mouth on his abdomen.  Following his happy trail down stood two cocks.  Both swollen, trying to stand tall but sagging from the sheer weight of them.  You were going to die, but damn what a way to go.

Sukuna leaned back over you, two hands by your head, the other two digging into your hips.  One of his monstrous tips poked at your entrance, the other dragging along the curve of your ass.  Sukuna moved so his forearm sat in front of your mouth.

“Bite.  This’ll hurt.” Sukuna instructed you.  You simply stared at him like he was crazy.  You weren’t about to bite his forearm.  When you pushed his arm to the side he looked at you confused.

“You marked me, it’s only fair I do the same.” Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you.  Once he was almost flush to your body, you placed your mouth on his shoulder.  Precum leaking from his tip, coating your entrance as he waited.

“Ready?” Sukuna whispered in your ear once he felt your teeth on his skin.

“Mhm.” You mumbled against his flesh.  He slowly began to press in.  As he entered you, your teeth sunk into him more. The further he pushed, the harder you bit.  The stretch from his cock was nearly unbearable, truly a monster of an appendage.  You snarled as your teeth dug deeper into him, the iron taste of blood filling your mouth.  Sukuna was letting out guttural grunts in your ear as he continued to stretch you.  Your nails raked down his back as you tried to contain his cock. You were going to die. This monster of a man was going to be the death of you.  Then you felt it, his hips flush to your ass.  Did you really take him in his entirety or had you blacked out, died or dreamt this.

“No one has taken me fully before.” Sukuna’s breathy voice pulled you back to the present.  He seemed to be just as shocked and dazed as you were.  Coming back to reality you removed your teeth from his shoulder.  You let your head fall just below his.  Sukuna brought a hand to your face and swiped his thumb over your cheek, a cold, wet sensation followed behind it.  You didn’t even realize that tears had spilled over.

“My Minx.” Sukuna whispered, licking the tear off his thumb.  The pained, stretched feeling slowly faded.  You still felt full, absolutely stuffed, but it didn’t hurt as much.

“Ryomen.” Your body trembled around him.  He looked at you with a pleased smile.

“My name sounds so good falling from your lips Minx.” Sukuna purred, kissing your tear stained cheeks with glee.

“Still not broken.  So why don’t you fuck me until your name is the only word I can scream.” You could feel Sukuna’s cock twitch in you.  Such filthy words, such a masochist, his perfect being.  Two arms wrapped around the top of your head, the other two death gripping your hips.  He would make you regret those words.  The second he had you locked in place he began a hellish pace.  Fast, skull rattling, hard, rough.  He'd pull almost completely out before slamming into you again, his firm grip forcing you in place.  Rocks and sticks from the forest floor dug into you as Sukuna pounded you stupid.  The way his cock dragged and hammered into your sweet spot with every thrust had you seeing spots.  Tongue hanging from your mouth, your braincells being forcefully fucked out of you.  You were going dumb, absolutely braided on his brutish cock.  Cumming, cumming, cumming, you had to cum.  It was so much.  Your body began to convulse, your vision going white.

“Say my name.” Sukuna growled into your ringing ears.  “Scream my name when you cum.” He demanded.  Of course, you obliged.

“Ryomen!  Ryo!  F-Fuck!” You cried out,  tears spilling from your eyes, broken cries and overstimulated whimpers. Your ears rang, a floating feeling of pure bliss.  Sukuna then stopped all movement, this was somehow more painful than him stretching you.  Words escaped you as you whimpered and whined, back arching, trying to get some form of friction.

“Not done yet.”  Sukuna grunted.  Even in your dazed state you understood.  He stopped so he wouldn’t cum.  He didn’t want it to end yet.  You couldn’t muster words, but you gently cupped his face and gave him a nod.  More.  You wanted everything and anything Sukuna had to offer.

“You were made for me, Minx.  My precious Minx.” Sukuna cooed.  Your brows furrowed when you felt him pull out.  So beyond empty.  Like your soul was snatched from your body.  The look you gave him almost broke his heart.  A look of pure betrayal, a look like he abandoned you.

“Don’t you think the other cock deserves a feel?” Sukuna chuckled at your outraged expression.  You softened your scowl when you learned of what he was doing.  “So needy.  Don’t worry, I’ll stuff you full again.” He smirked.  The cock that was once in you fell onto your stomach.  It was heavy, damp and warm.  The one that was rubbing against your ass was now pushing its way inside of your stretched hole.  Though the stretch wasn’t as painful this time, it still knocked the breath out of your lungs.  Stretched beyond repair, stretched to the shape of him, fitted perfectly to him.  His hips, flush with your ass once again.  There was no warning this time.  The hands that once caged your hips now pressed your knees to your face.  Sukuna forced you into the deepest mating press of your life.  His hips snapped erratically, there was no rhythm this time, just a carnal need to feel you around him.  A need to chase his climax and feel you cum around him.  You were still sensitive from your last orgasm.  In this position his cock was constantly pressing against and abusing your sweet spot.  You weren’t going to last, You couldn’t last.  Every thrust hit the oxygen out of your lungs, choked out mewls and moans echoing in the air.  He was close.  He just needed to feel you pulsate around him with your own climax.  He needed to hear you say it.  He needed to hear you cry out his name.  Your eyes rolled back, overstimulated tears spilling from your eyes, your breath catching in your throat.

“R-Ryo.  Ryomen.” You choked out, your body completely constricting around him, attempting to milk him dry.  The squeezing sent him over the edge, cum filling you while the cock that was on your stomach came all over your torso and face.  You were painted white, inside and out.  The moment your climax ended, your body went limp.  Drained of everything you possibly had to offer.  So, so full.  Full of his seed and his softening cock.  Sukuna slowly released you from the mating press. Sukuna slowly lifted you to his chest, soft cock keeping warm in your core.  You sat on his lap and he held you to him.

“My precious Minx.” He placed a kiss on your temple, soft and lingering.  Then his robe wrapped around you.  Resting against his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat.  You could barely keep your eyes open but you could see it, the soft yellow glow over the horizon.  Sunrise.  You had been out all night.  You were tired.  So tired, and Sukuna’s embrace was so comforting.  He stood up, keeping you wrapped in his arms and robe.

“Come Minx, I’ll get you cleaned up before we go to my chambers to rest.” His voice was soft and soothing.  Another kiss was placed on the crown of your head before he began to walk.

About the Kink: Primal Play is a form of sexual activity in which partners leave behind the more “rational” or “logical” sides of themselves and tap into their animal instincts. This might involve animal role play, grunting, snarling, or other animal-like noises. Not all primal play is non-verbal, but it often is. How to Practice the Kink Safely:

With any kink it's important to have a safe word, action and sound. The action is in case it's not possible to be verbal. The sound is incase it's not possible to make words or move. Pick something easy to remember and wouldn't come up naturally. Eg. Red, 3 fast taps, 3 repeating grunts

Consent is key in this roleplay. Consent can be taken away at any time and its important to check in to make sure both parties are still eager and willing participants. Boundaries should be discussed beforehand. Things like how hard is it okay to bite, is scratching okay, and how rough is it okay to be. Practicing bite strength on sensitive areas like the inner thigh or wrist will give a general idea. Remember to use safe words or actions if things escalate beyond comfort. With things like biting and scratching if the skin is broken medical attention may be needed. Human bites are extremely germ filled and should be cleaned thoroughly. Medical intervention may be needed if the area begins to show sign of infection.

[inmyheaddd]

alone with you, does that makes sense? - ravi singh x reader

a/n: woohoo new ravi fic my bf 💖💖 wc: 1k masterlist

you stumbled into the dimly lit kitchen in the middle of the night. rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you reached for a glass and began to fill it up as you hummed to yourself. the only thing on your mind was your bed, and how dry your mouth felt. 

as you sipped on your water, the doorbell rang. 

you frowned to yourself, wondering who would be outside in the dead of night while it was raining. 

you set down your glass and hesitantly walked to the door, and another knock came, more urgent this time. you cracked the door open the slightest bit, only to see your boyfriend, with droplets of rain on his jumper and wet hair. 

“ravi?” the sleep left your body in an instant, “what the… are you mental?” you said as you opened the door wider, partially sighing in relief as it was just him, not an axe murderer or something of the sort. 

“possibly.” he breathed out as he saw you, wiping a water droplet off his cheek.

“oh my gosh, get inside — it’s freezing!” you exclaimed as you ushered him inside. 

you crossed your arms over your chest, feeling the cold seeping through the fabric of your pajamas as he stepped in and took off his shoes. 

“what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night.” to say you were beyond confused was an understatement.

“i couldn’t sleep.” he shrugged, like that answered your question perfectly.

“so you just came to my house?” 

“yes?…” he paused, taking in your confused and honestly unimpressed look. ”well, i did call you multiple times — and i texted! so i didn’t just come to your house.”

you sighed, knowing your phone was almost always on do not disturb. “i…” you paused, eyeing his figure as he ran a hand through his soaked hair. “well… do you need anything? i can make you tea if you’d like?” 

“i’m alright, thankyou.” a grin found his face, and he slightly lolled his head to the side. “would it be too cheesy to say i just need you?” 

your cheeks flushed, “yes. it would be.”

“perfect.“ he flashed you a toothy grin, “i just ne-“ 

“stop it,” you cut him off with a sleepy laugh, your voice still tired, “you’re so unbelievable.”

“and you’re way too welcoming.” he said as he took a step closer. “do you treat everyone this nicely, or am i just special?” 

you snorted, “you’re definitely special in the head, i’ll tell you that much.” 

he seemed to have gotten his answer from the way your cheeks flushed even more as he got closer, “alright, fair.” he sent you a boyish grin, “i’ll take it.” 

you laughed before hitting his shoulder and said, “let’s go to my room, let me just get my water.”

you heard him mutter something along the lines of, “wow, take me out to dinner first.”

shaking your head with a smile, you grabbed your glass and then he followed you up the stairs.

—

once inside your room, you tossed him a towel from your dresser. “here, dry off before you catch a cold.”

he accepted the towel with a smirk. “are you going to tuck me in, too?”

you rolled your eyes, but it was impossible for you to wipe the smile off your face. “only if you behave.”

he dried his hair, making it stand up messily before he ran his fingers through it. it somehow just made him look even more endearing. “i always behave,” he said, though his smile told you otherwise.

“sure you do.” you replied, pulling the covers back on your bed and climbing in. “now, get in here before you freeze to death.”

“yes, ma’am,” he teased, but there was a softness in his eyes as he joined you under the blankets.

the warmth of his body next to yours was comforting, and you couldn’t help but snuggle closer, resting your head on his shoulder. “better?”

“much better,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you. “listen,” he hesitated, “im sorry for showing up so randomly, i had a bad day and just…” he trailed off, trying to find the right way to put it, “i wasn’t lying when i said just needed you.”

you tilted your head to look up at him, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his gaze. your brows furrowed and your chest felt constricted at the thought of him being anything other than happy. 

“ravi, i’m here for you, always.” you moved to press a gentle kiss on his lips, and his hand came up to caress your cheek. 

when you pulled back, you lay your head back on his chest. “i’m really sorry your day was horrible.” you mumbled. 

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” his tone was a lot softer now, more vulnerable. “i mean, i have my ridiculously amazing girlfriend in my arms now, i couldn’t ask for anything more.”

you lifted your head again, amused at his ability to slip back into his wits so easily. “you’re really something, you know that?” 

he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “yeah, something special in the head, right?”

“yes,” you laughed quietly, “but not only that. i mean, you’re sort of ridiculously amazing too.”

he gasped dramatically, feigning shock, “was that a compliment i heard?” 

“i take it back.” 

“so it was a compliment.” it was almost impossible for his smile to get any wider, “don’t get all soft on me now, love.” he patted your head, but there wasn’t a single bone in your body that felt the need to make a snappy retort back.

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you said as you snuggled in closer to his side. 

“but you help me sleep at night.”

you raised your eyebrows, even though he couldn’t see it. “then why aren’t you sleep?”

when he didn’t respond, you lifted your head up to find him closing his eyes, with his lips twitching as he tried to bite back a laugh. 

“you’re such an idiot.” you muttered under your breath with a laugh as you put your head back down, and ravi wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer.

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the blankets.

you could hear his steady heartbeat as your breaths started to even out, and he traced silent “i love you”s and hearts on your skin, which had you almost asleep within minutes.

“i love you too,” you mumbled into his chest without thinking twice, and sleep washed over you before you could feel the kiss ravi pressed on the top of your head.

soon enough, the rain pattering on the window and soft breaths the only sounds that could be heard.

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[stellaspectral]

I have two requests, both with the Bayverse turtles. This is the first:

Leonardo x Female Reader.

Angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort.

She is a vigilante like the turtles and they met while they were saving New York from yet another enemy, after this meeting they all became friends. Some time later all of them undertook another mission together where the Reader was seriously injured and Leonardo blames himself for it + Some introspection from Leo on the dangers of their job and how actually easy it is to lose the person you love forever. You can decide if they are already a couple or if they haven't confessed their feelings yet ;). Thank you so much in advance if you decide to write it!

A/N: Hey, anon! I ended up going with Leo and the reader having not yet confessed their feelings. I think I subconsciously wrote it that way as an excuse to inject more angst 😂 (Also, I hope this is a happy enough ending for you 😅)

Enjoy! 💖

Cost of the Fight (angst)

💙 Bayverse Leonardo/Female Reader 💙

CWs: Description of injuries, blood mention, near-death experience themes, anxiety/guilt, angst, hurt/comfort. All characters are aged-up.

Pain is the first thing you register.

It’s a vicious, grinding ache deep in your left side, stealing your breath with every attempt to draw it in. It radiates outwards, a hot, throbbing map of injury beneath layers of gauze you can feel pressing against your skin. Cold sweat has plastered strands of hair to your temples.

The second thing you register is the smell—a sharp antiseptic clashing with the familiar, damp scent of the sewers. You force your eyelids open. They feel heavy, gritty like sandpaper. The low, ambient light of the lair takes a moment to resolve into familiar shapes.

You’re lying on a cot, tucked beneath a thick, worn blanket that feels surprisingly soft against your clammy skin. And as you take in your surroundings, your gaze snags on the figure sitting beside you.

Leo.

Though he’s not sitting so much as slumped, his frame coiled tight with tension. His hands are clenched into fists on his knees. Dirt smudges his skin, and a fresh scratch runs along his jawline. His gaze is fixed around your heavily bandaged torso, his brow ridge drawn together in a knot of worry … and something else.

Guilt.

Memories of the mission surface in jagged pieces. Rain, cold and stinging, slicked the rooftops like black ice. Chaotic clashes against remnants of the Foot Clan. You were covering Leo, trying to keep the smaller, more agile combatants from swarming him while he dealt with a heavier brute. Then, a blur of movement from your blind spot—and you shoved Leo out of the way, taking the brunt of the attack yourself, which sent you flying and hitting something hard.

The world exploded in agony as Leo reached you first. You remember his panicked voice, distorted by the rain and your fading consciousness, calling your name. You recall being lifted and him shielding you with his own body as he yelled orders, coordinating a retreat under fire.

Then darkness.

Now, in the relative quiet of the lair, his silence is deafening. You try to shift, a wince escaping your lips as pain flares. Instantly, Leo’s head snaps up, his eyes finally meeting yours. The shadows under them are stark, evidence that he hasn’t been sleeping properly—and you wonder how long you’ve been out.

“Hey,” you rasp, your throat scratchy. You try for a weak smile. “Didn’t think sewer tunnels came with room service.”

A small, humorless sound escapes him. “Don’t,” he says, his voice low, gravelly, tight with suppressed emotion. “Please, don’t make light of this.” As he leans closer, you see the maelstrom of emotions in his gaze: relief, fear, and a layer of guilt so thick it feels like a physical weight in the air between you. “How … how do you feel?”

“Like I argued with a freight train and lost,” you admit, wincing again. “But I’ll live. Donnie patched me up, right?”

“He did,” he confirms, but his gaze drops back to your bandages. “It … was bad. Cracked ribs, internal bruising, minor concussion … You also lost a lot of blood.” He swallows hard. “It was too close.” He reaches out, his hand hovering hesitantly over your uninjured arm before gently settling on your shoulder. His touch is warm, grounding, but you can feel a slight tremor in his fingers.

You see the self-blame etched onto his features, the way his jaw tightens. Know him well enough by now, after months of fighting alongside him and his brothers, sharing late-night pizza, and stealing quiet moments on rooftops just talking. You know how heavily the burden of leadership weighs on him, how personally he takes every setback, every injury.

You’ve seen him shoulder blame before, but never like this.

“It wasn’t your fault, Leo,” you insist, trying to project conviction through the pain. “You know it wasn’t. That attack surprised us all. My choice to move, my risk.”

“I should have seen it,” he counters, his voice tight with frustration as he lowers his gaze to your torso. “I’m the leader. I’m supposed to anticipate threats, protect the team. Protect you. I couldn’t react fast enough.” He balls his fists again before looking you straight in the eye; the vulnerability there makes your heart clench. “I watched you go down. I thought …”

You see the storm raging within him. The fear, the regret, the frightening realization of what could have happened. This life you all lead, with the constant danger, the line between success and catastrophe—it’s thin. You see him grappling with the stark reality of that one wrong move that could mean losing someone permanently.

Losing you.

The unspoken feelings that simmer between you—the charged glances, the lingering touches, the way your orbits seem to naturally pull towards each other—make this unspoken fear even more potent. He almost lost you before he ever had the chance to tell you … well, whatever it is he feels. Whatever it is you feel.

“You thought what, Leo?” you press gently. You need him to say it, to voice the fear clawing at him, because only then can you start to dismantle it.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he whispers, the admission ripped from him, raw and frayed. “Watching you fall, seeing you just lie there, so still … the blood …” He breaks off, shaking his head as if trying to dislodge the image burned into his memory. “I thought you were gone. Because of me. Because I wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t smart enough, wasn’t good enough to keep you safe.”

The weight of his words settles heavily in the quiet lair. This goes beyond leadership guilt. This is personal, deeply felt. He’s not just mourning a tactical failure; he’s mourning the potential loss of you.

You reach out, your fingers brushing against the back of his hand where it now rests on the cot beside your hip. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, his hand turns, a silent invitation. You lace your fingers through his, the contact sending a small jolt through both of you.

“Listen to me. What we do comes with risks. We all know that. Every time we go topside, we know things can go wrong. It wasn’t a failure of leadership. It was the enemy getting a lucky shot.” You squeeze his hand. “You got me out, got everyone out. Under fire. That’s leadership, Leo. Protecting your team even when things go sideways. You brought me home.”

He looks down at your joined hands, his thumb tracing a slow circle over your knuckles. “Had I not been there to cover you, what would have happened? What if that hit had been just a few inches higher? What if Donnie hadn’t been able to stabilize you?” He looks back at you, his eyes pools of fear. “We face death all the time. I’ve seen my brothers hurt. I’ve been hurt countless times. But you …”

He takes a shaky breath as you remain silent, letting him continue.

“It’s different. Because the thought of losing you—it’s not just losing a teammate. It’s … more.” The fragile admission hangs in the air. He hasn’t said the words, not explicitly, but the meaning resonates between you, clear as a bell.

Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, blurring his image slightly. It’s partly the pain, partly the medication Donnie likely gave you. But mostly it’s the raw vulnerability in his voice, the confession wrapped in fear. “It’s more for me too,” you whisper, the words catching in your throat. “The thought of not coming back here—to you, your brothers—it scares me, too.”

His gaze drops to your injury again, but you tug gently on his hand, drawing his attention fully back to your face. “This wasn’t your fault. It was mine, if anyone’s. My choice. My move. Remember?” You try another small smile, this one a little less forced. “And apparently, I have a hard head. And maybe some cracked ribs to show for it.”

He brings his other hand up, brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering for a moment against your temple. “You scared me,” he says softly, the simple statement carrying the weight of everything unsaid. “More than I’ve ever been scared before.”

“I know,” you reply, leaning into his touch. “And I’m so sorry, Leo … So sorry I scared you.”

His grip tightens reflexively on your hand at your apology. “Don’t,” he says, his voice thick with an emotion you can’t quite place—frustration, pain, maybe both. “Don’t apologize for getting hurt. That’s not … that’s not what I meant.”

“But I am sorry you’re hurting because of it,” you clarify, holding his gaze, trying to anchor him. “I hate seeing you like this. Carrying the weight of the world, plus this.”

He shakes his head again. “I should have expected their pincer movement. I let the flank get exposed while I focused on the brute. If I had just positioned us differently, if I’d reacted a second sooner—”

“Leo, stop,” you say, cutting off his spiral. “You could ‘what if’ this until the sewers freeze over. What if I had hesitated before pushing you? What if that Foot soldier had tripped over his own stupid feet?” You sigh. “We analyze, we plan. But sometimes, unpredictability wins a round. So we adapt, we fight, we survive. And sometimes, we get hit. It just happened to be me this time.”

You watch him closely, seeing the subtle shift in his posture as your words land. He doesn’t immediately refute you this time. Instead, his gaze drifts away from yours, settling somewhere near the edge of the cot. The rigid lines of his shoulders seem to soften, just a fraction. The tension hasn’t vanished, but it’s as if someone has allowed a tightly wound spring a bit of slack.

“It shouldn’t have been you,” he finally murmurs, his voice quieter now, less defensive, more weary. He looks back at your joined hands, his thumb resuming its slow, comforting circles over your knuckles. “That’s all. It just … shouldn’t have been you.”

Again, the implication hangs heavy. Not just anyone getting hurt, but you. It makes a warmth spread through your chest.

“Maybe not,” you concede gently. “But it was. And I’m here now. Sore, probably going to complain a lot about sponge baths, but here.” You squeeze his hand again, trying to inject some lightness. “And you’re here. Not pacing yourself into a trench in the floor, which is good.”

A flicker of a smile, genuine this time, touches his lips. It’s fleeting, but it’s there. “Donnie threatened sedation if I didn’t sit down. Yours or mine, he didn’t specify.”

You chuckle, though it sends a jolt of pain through your ribs, making you hiss softly. Leo’s brief smile vanishes, replaced instantly by concern.

“Easy,” he cautions, his hand tightening on yours. “Don’t make yourself laugh.”

“Noted,” you breathe out, waiting for the throb to subside. “How long … how long was I out?”

“About eighteen hours,” he answers, his expression serious again. “Felt like eighteen years.” He shifts, leaning closer. “Donnie says the cracked ribs will take time to heal. A few weeks of taking it extremely easy. No training, no patrols, definitely no arguing with freight trains.” His gaze holds yours. “He means it. We all mean it.”

You nod slowly. The thought of being sidelined is frustrating, but the alternative … You glance down at the bandages covering your torso. You understand. “Okay. Easy it is. Couch duty?”

“Supreme couch duty,” he confirms. “Mikey’s already planning a movie marathon and stockpiling snacks. Raph’s, well. Raph’s mostly been punching the training dummy extra hard, but he keeps asking Donnie for updates every five minutes.”

It’s comforting to hear, a reminder of the strange, fierce family you’ve found down here. They care.

Leo cares.

You watch as the tight knot between his brow finally smooths out, and you meet his gaze again. The fear hasn’t vanished entirely; you suspect it will linger for a while, a ghost haunting the edges of his thoughts. But the tide of self-blame seems to have receded somewhat. You find him looking at you—really looking at you. His eyes tracing the lines of your face as if memorizing them.

“So,” you begin, “what’s first on Mikey’s marathon list? Please tell me it’s not one of those convoluted franchise superhero movies again.”

Another small smile flickers across Leo’s face. “Knowing Mikey? Probably. Unless Raph hid the remote again. But maybe we can find something else. Something … quieter?”

It seems he’s not planning on leaving your side while you recover. The thought sends another wave of warmth through you. “Quieter sounds good,” you agree, your eyelids feeling heavy again. The adrenaline, the pain, the emotional weight of the conversation—it’s all caught up to you.

Leo notices immediately. “You need to rest,” he says, his tone shifting from worried leader to caretaker. He carefully disentangles his fingers from yours, though his hand lingers protectively on your arm for a moment longer. “Donnie said sleep is crucial right now.”

You want to protest, to keep him close, to hold on to the connection solidified in the last hour. But the exhaustion is a physical weight, pulling you down. You manage a small nod.

He hesitates, then reaches out again, his knuckles brushing softly against your cheek. It’s a feather-light touch, tentative yet full of unspoken tenderness. “I’ll be right here,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate in the quiet. “If you need anything. Anything at all.”

You lean into the brief contact, soaking up the reassurance. “Okay,” you whisper, your eyes drifting closed despite your efforts. The pain in your side is still excruciating. But somehow, knowing he’s there, watching over you, makes it feel a little less consuming.

You hear the faint rustle of his gear as he settles back into his vigil beside the cot. The last thing you remember before sleep claims you again is the feeling of his gaze resting on you, watchful and infinitely gentle.

As you fall asleep, Leo watches the tension finally ease from your face, replaced by the slackness of deep exhaustion. He lets out a breath, a long slow release that loosens the knot still coiled tight in his own chest. The rigid posture he’d held for hours eased, muscles protesting the release. Seeing you finally succumb to sleep, the lines of pain around your eyes softening slightly, was like a physical weight lifting from his carapace.

‘It wasn’t your fault.’

He turns your words over in his mind. Part of him—the ingrained leader, the strategist—still rebelled. A dozen tactical errors, a dozen moments where another choice might have avoided this, readily come to mind for him. He should have seen the flank attack. He should have positioned you differently. The ‘should haves’ were a familiar, suffocating chorus in his head.

‘You brought me home.’

He looks down at his hand, the one you had held. He could still feel the faint impression of your fingers interlaced with his. That small act of connection, of grounding him when he was spiraling, had cut through the noise of his own failure narrative.

He flexes his fingers, remembering the fragile strength in your grip, the way you pulled him back from the edge of self-recrimination. He had been drowning for so long in the potential horror of what could have happened, lost in the grim playback loop of the mission gone wrong.

The lingering antiseptic smell is a reminder of the med bay, Donnie working frantically, and the coppery scent of your blood staining the sheets. He shivers involuntarily, pulling his arms tighter around himself. The image of your pale, still form on the rooftop has burned itself into his mind. The terror that gripped him in that moment was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

Not even facing Shredder had evoked such a visceral, paralyzing fear.

Losing a brother would be devastating. But the thought of losing you—it carved a hollow, aching void inside him that felt terrifyingly vast. Because it wouldn’t be just losing a skilled fighter. A trusted ally. It’d be the silencing of your easy laughter in the lair, the absence of your sharp insights during planning, the loss of the quiet understanding that often passed between the two of you without words.

It’d be the extinguishing of a light that has, almost without him realizing it, become essential to his world.

He watches the rise and fall of your chest beneath the blanket. Donnie had assured him the worst was over. That recovery, while slow, was expected. He resists the urge to reach out again, to brush the hair from your face or simply rest his hand near yours. You need undisturbed rest.

Instead, he lets his gaze linger on your face, taking in the details he rarely allows himself to study so openly—the curve of your cheek, the way your lashes rest against your skin, the faint scar above your eyebrow from a training mishap weeks ago. Each detail feels precious, sharpened by the horrifying proximity of almost losing it all.

The guilt hasn’t vanished; he knows it won’t for a long time. It settles deeper now, a dull ache beneath the sharp relief. But your words, your unwavering insistence that it wasn’t his fault, chipped away at the worst of it.

‘It’s more for me, too.’

He hasn’t dared to hope, hasn’t even fully articulated to himself the nature of the feelings simmering beneath the surface of your camaraderie. Duty, friendship, respect … those are clear. Definable. But the terror that seizes him, the absolute, gut-wrenching certainty that losing you will break something fundamental within him—that goes beyond.

And hearing you echo that sentiment cracks open something vulnerable inside him.

A faint shuffling sound makes him turn. Donnie stands near the entrance to the makeshift med bay, holding a scanner. He approaches quietly, giving Leo a brief, assessing look before turning his attention to the small monitor beside your cot, checking readings.

“Vitals are holding steady,” Donnie murmurs, his voice low. “The pain medication seems effective for now. Sleep is the best thing for her.” He glances back at Leo, his expression softening with fraternal concern. “And for you.”

Leo just nods, his gaze returning to your sleeping face. He isn’t going anywhere.

Donnie hesitates, then places a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder. “She’s strong. And you did good bringing her back.” He squeezes Leo’s shoulder once, then retreats as silently as he came.

He looks at the bandages covering your side. The injury is still severe, the recovery will be long. There will be weeks of worry. Weeks of keeping you safe, ensuring you heal. Weeks of sitting beside you, watching over you.

This time, fear won’t paralyze him. Guilt will not consume him. He will learn from this. He will be better. Not just as a leader, but for you. Because the thought of a future without you in it, without your sharp wit, your warmth, your unwavering presence beside him …

It’s unthinkable.

He carefully shifts his weight, trying to find a position that is more sustainable for the long hours ahead. He won’t sleep, not yet. For now, he will watch. He will guard you in your sleep. His gaze stays fixed on you, a silent promise hanging in the air.

I’m here. I’m not leaving.

[airas-story]

*slams down a prompt onto your desk* Please! Another part of the sugar daddy series. I’m hooked. Will there be a happy ending? Will there be more angst? It’s delicious. I need more. 💖

*gasp* It's like you don't even know me!!! I ALWAYS go for the happy ending where possible! Some people out there are very talented angst-fiends, and I shall leave the heart-rending to them! As it is... Sequel to one and two. (This one starts immediately after the second one.)

Tony didn’t answer immediately. Stephen didn’t know if that was a bad thing, Tony trying to figure out how to reject him, or a good thing, Tony genuinely considering the situation.

Part of Stephen wished he’d never said anything. If he hadn’t, he and Tony would have continued as they were and Stephen could have pretended Tony saw their relationship as something more than a mutually beneficial arrangement but as something real. If Tony rejected him now… 

The thought twisted in his chest, an ugly terror that left him cold.

Tony blew out a breath. “Wait here,” he said.

Stephen didn’t even have time to respond before Tony was walking away, leaving Stephen staring after him. That did not feel like a good sign, but until the words were said, Stephen couldn’t stop himself from hoping.

Though really, Stephen needed to talk to Tony about proper communication and not leaving Stephen hanging in abject terror that he was about to lose it all. 

It took another minute before Tony reappeared. Stephen’s nerves had started to claw their way out of his skin. Tony stopped in front of him, a box in his hand. “I never thought I’d actually give this to you,” Tony said. He laughed, a wry thing. “These things always have an end date.”

Again, was that a bad sign or a good one? Was Tony trying to torture him?

Tony handed the box over and Stephen hesitantly opened it. It was a watch. Patek Phillipe. Expensive, but they always were.

“Turn it over,” Tony told him.

Stephen pulled the watch out of the box, turning it over.

Inscribed on the back was a simple message: I’ll love you until time ends, if you’ll let me.

Stephen laughed, sheer relief and incandescent joy. “Yes. Yes. I’ll let you.”

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Destiny is all

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Authors note: it's almost a tradition now 😊 and it's always so much fun and so easy to work with you – my creative and talented beloved cowriter @little-diable 💖 Thank you for sharing this gorgeous idea and thank you for writing it with me.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, angst

Summary: Reading a new book is always exciting, sparking one's imagination with endless possibilities contained within its pages. But if you had known what unexpected turn of destiny awaited after turning that first page, would you have still dared to open its ancient, weathered cover?

Word Count: 6,3 K

The shop was dimly lit, only a few yellowish lights managed to flood the endless rows of bookshelves, filled with prints one could no longer buy in other bookshops. Your fingertips tingled as you stroked them along the spines of the old books, taken up by a giddy feeling as if the books were whispering to you, telling stories of old times that once were but no longer are. 

“Are you alright, dear?” The elderly shop owner’s voice ripped you out of your daze, having to blink a few times to try and clear your head. You could only nod your head with a soft smile glued to your lips – this was pure heaven for you, a history-loving soul desperate to fill your mind with old stories of people you were researching. 

“Have you already explored the medieval section back there?” It wasn’t your first time in the shop, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but you hadn’t ever explored that section, not finding the time to get properly lost in these tales. 

“I haven’t! Anything you can recommend?” You followed the woman to the section she had pointed towards, unable to stop your gasps as she showed you the leatherbound books that were centuries old. Even though they weren’t in your price range, you couldn’t help but look at them, carefully thumbing through them with awe laced in your gaze. 

“Here, this has always been a favourite of mine. Have you heard of Uhtred of Bamburgh before?” Slowly, you shook your head as you took the small booklet from her hand. It seemed to be a reprint, covering faded-out writings with newer ones. “I think you may find his story fascinating.” 

With a quick look at the handwritten price tag, you tightened your grip on the booklet, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to leave it behind. It felt as if it were whispering to you, calling for you to carefully listen to the secrets it wanted to share with you. And with another stroke along its spine, you let go of a soft, “I’ll take it.”

Your eyes were focused on your living room windows, watching the setting sun with a cup of tea held between your palms. The purchase you made earlier was lying next to you on your couch, begging you to explore it. But something was holding you back, something that forced you to hold still, trying to sort through your confusing thoughts. 

Soft music filled your apartment, cosying you along in old Norse, telling of warriors, battles won, and bloodshed. With a deep exhale clawing through you, almost as if you were preparing for a battle yourself, you placed your cup down, only to reach for the thin booklet. 

“Alright, Uhtred. Who were you?” It didn’t take long for the story to pull you in, managing to fascinate you from the first page on. Somehow, it felt as if you were reading the story of an old friend, somebody you had once known, letting an unfamiliar mix of emotions rise deep inside of you. 

The tale of Uhtred’s life grew darker with every page, telling you about his first family, those set to kill him, turning towards the fire that killed members of his second loving family, and eventually to King Alfred. Something told you that Alfred took up some third father-like figure to the young warrior, another battle Uhtred had been asked to fight – next to the wars he had successfully won. 

Halfway through the book, you had to place it down, unable to focus on another detail of war strategies and analysis of Uhtred’s fighting style. Your eyes wandered back towards the windows as your thumb kept stroking the old paper that had a weird feeling to it. It felt as if the original substance of the book had been mixed with new paper, torn between different centuries.

As your eyes found back towards the page your thumb was stroking, you froze up. You found yourself staring at some kind of scribblings, handwritten words that hadn’t been there minutes ago. Your mind was racing as you deciphered the medieval writing, grateful for all these transcription courses you had taken. 

For years, I have followed Uhtred - the Dane slayer, the Kingmaker, the Heathen, the greatest warrior to ever walk the lands of Wessex, Mercia, and beyond. A man whose deeds are destined to be forgotten, his name erased from the chronicles, banished from the memories of those he bled for. For it shall not be recorded that the greatness of Alfred was built upon Uhtred's broad shoulders. But I bear witness to this truth.

It is my sacred honour and burdensome duty to transcribe the tale of unswerving loyalty and sage counsel, of unflinching bravery and brazen defiance, but most of all, the tale of a friendship forged in the unrelenting storms of suffering and pain, as equally as by shared joy and laughter. A bond that carried us through life's journey cradled in its calloused yet gentle hands.

In this year of our Lord's blessed incarnation 896, being the 25th year of the reign of Alfred, King of the West Saxons, I, Osferth, set quill to parchment to weave our tale...

You rubbed your eyes in awe, transfixed by the words that seemed to float untethered before you. With a reverent breath, you plunged back into reading, devouring page after page that unveiled a rich tapestry of events - battles clashing like tides, alliances forged in desperation only to be treacherously abandoned, kings risen and just as abruptly dethroned, sacred oaths sworn solemnly yet shattered without remorse.

And as your fingers trailed along the final lines of each turned page, you felt the aged, yellowed vellum shudder beneath your questioning gaze and as if sensing your yearning for more the book yielded to your unspoken plea. The uneven scratchings of the young monk's hand shimmered into view, revealing a remarkable story, a tale more astonishing than the chronicles of England's bloody birth.

It was not the tale about the glory of battles or the intricate ways the powerful played with the people's fates that enraptured and didn’t let go, but the tale of an extraordinary friendship moulded between the most unlikely of companions. A lord severed from his birthright, an Irish prince bearing the burdens of his brother's cruelty, a bastard Dane haunted by the atrocities of his kin, and a fallen monk walking the perilous line between his vows to God and the warrior’s path.

You couldn't deny that the more you read, the more your attention was drawn to the young Dane’s tale, as you followed his journey from an endearingly insecure but headstrong youth ready to fight for his place at Uhtred's side, to a hardened and cunning warrior - Uhtred's trusted companion and artful spy.

"Sihtric, the Dane boy looks like a rat," you murmured under your breath. "Mismatched eyes, one dark and one pale. Unruly curls the very shade of a raven's wing. The strongest and most formidable arms in all the shires, and beneath that muscled, battle-hardened shell… a heart yearning for love's tender embrace,” you smiled, recalling bits and pieces of Osferth’s descriptions.

"I wonder what you truly looked like, Sihtric? What kind of a man were you in the flesh?" You whispered softly, trying to conjure every nuanced detail committed to parchment by the young monk's quill. 

You closed your eyes, trying to picture the fierce Danish warrior in your mind's eye, as you imagined a powerful, muscular man with a furrowed brow and striking, contrasting eyes that seemed to miss nothing. 

"Lady? Lady, are you alright?" An unknown voice suddenly shattered your reverie. You startled, eyes fluttering wide open as your heart pounded with fear. The scream that ripped through you was shrill, a sound so unexpected the man instantly took a step away. 

With your body trembling, you sat up, letting your eyes take in the unfamiliar surroundings. You were surrounded by trees while sitting on the mossy ground. Had the man kidnapped you from your apartment? Had he dragged you out here to do god knows what?

“Where am I? Who are you?” Panic dripped from your voice as you spoke. You allowed yourself to take him in, the mismatched eyes, the dark curls, even the necklace he wore, shaped in some kind of a “T”. 

“Are you sick, lady?” The man crouched down in front of you as his concerned eyes took in your features, seemingly trying to find wounds, scratches or something else. You could only shake your head, slowly realising that he was carrying a weapon, though no gun like you had expected, but a sword. 

“I won’t ask again, who are you? And why aren’t I at home, in my apartment?” Confusion tugged on his features, he seemingly was just as lost as you were. This felt like a nightmare, some dream you were now stuck in and couldn’t escape. 

“My name is Sihtric, lady. I’m afraid I don’t know where your home is nor where apartment lies. We are in Mercia.” He studied you for another moment before he reached his hand out for you to take. “Here, let me help you up.”

Slowly, you gave in, letting him pull you to your feet, and instantly taking a step away from him. Your surroundings were spinning as your mind kept racing. This must be some dream, something that the story had pushed through you as it couldn’t be a coincidence that you were now standing in front of the very Sihtric you had read about. 

“So if you are Sihtric, are you travelling with Osferth? With Uhtred? Even with Finan?” Sarcasm dripped from your words, followed by the hysterical chuckles you couldn’t swallow. Whatever this was, it felt all too surreal, something your mind could barely grasp. 

Just as Sihtric parted his lips to reply, his name was called by a man who appeared with his sword raised and his hard gaze set on your features. You gave yourself a moment to study him, the short brown hair, the muscular arms exposed by the armour he wore, somewhat matching Sihtric’s. 

“Is she sick?” His Irish accent instantly told you that this must be Finan, but his question distracted you from any other detail you could pick up on. Sick? You didn’t know much about sicknesses in earlier periods, but you knew enough to understand that sicknesses were much deadlier in the past than they were for you with modern medicine. 

“I don’t think so.” Sihtric shot you a soft smile before he turned towards Finan, “She’s no threat, lower your sword.”

But Finan didn’t move, he kept staring you down, taking your clothes that were all too different to theirs, forcing you to stand out even further. Without moving too much, you tried to pinch yourself to wake from this strange dream, but no matter how hard you tugged on your arm, nothing changed, you were still standing on the same spot, close to the two men.

“The sickness will kill us all! Leave her here, I don’t trust strangers to tell the truth.” Finan turned from you as if he expected Sihtric to blindly follow the command. But Sihtric didn’t follow him, at least not before softly taking your hand to pull you with him. 

“Come, let’s find Uhtred, he will want to meet you, lady.” 

Still certain that this was just a vivid dream, you allowed yourself to be led by the firm grip of Sihtric's calloused palm against yours, wondering what other fantastical tricks your obviously overactive mind had prepared.

"Who is this?" Uhtred's voice rumbled deeply with a distinct accent. You recognized him instantly because of the iconic sword slung across his back - The Serpent's Breath - its hilt adorned with an amber stone, just as described in Osferth's records.

"I found her sleeping in the woods, Lord," Sihtric replied, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "The lady seems quite lost." He leaned in closer to Uhtred, lowering his voice though you could still hear, "She speaks of strange things and appears to know who we are."

You laughed lightly. "Of course I know who you are. I've read all about you." This earned you a strange nod and sympathetic shrug from Sihtric, as if he thought you addled. In truth you  were already starting to question your own sanity as your knees began to wobble and you slumped down onto a nearby giant tree root.

As much as you wished to wake from this strange dream, you remained unable to. So you just sat there, witnessing the hushed discussion between the medieval warriors, catching their furtive, suspicious glances cast your way.

You could make out a few words - Finan suggesting they leave you behind, afraid your evident madness was a sign of sickness. But Sihtric argued against abandoning a confused lady alone in the wilderness. You weren't sure which option you preferred, as both seemed equally perilous - travelling with these savage strangers to an unknown destination, or being left alone in the vast forest.

"The lady comes with us," Uhtred's verdict reached your ears. "We can't leave her and risk our pursuers discovering which way we've gone."

"But Lord..." Finan tried to interject, only to be silenced by Uhtred's stern gaze as another woman appeared from the trees, accompanied by three children and two young monks.

"We've refilled the flasks from the stream," she said, eyes widening at the sight of you.

"We have company," Uhtred explained, turning towards you. "Lady, are you good with children?"

“Children? No, I'm not," you exclaimed, remembering the last time you visited your sister when your five-year-old nephew managed to slip a farting pillow beneath you as you were seated at the dinner table with guests over. You had no idea until you shifted in your seat, causing the pillow to loudly blast a sound that made you freeze. Your face flushed beet red as the other guests tried to stifle their laughter while that small devil in disguise found it hysterical, rolling on the floor in a fit of giggles. 

"Well, we aren't either," Uhtred shrugged, and the decision was apparently settled.

The wild run through the woods, with only the vast sky as the roof overhead and fallen leaves serving as a bed, had been exhausting. Yet, you found yourself astonished by the unexpected company you were forced to travel with. Everything you had read about these men, now serving as both your guards and protectors, seemed to ring true. 

A wry laugh escaped your lips as you caught yourself thinking that after centuries of hard-fought battles for women's emancipation and equal rights, it took an extraordinary twist of fate to transport you into the midst of the Middle Ages, to finally encounter men who regarded you not as an object to be possessed or used.

"Lady, tell me more about your home. Where do you hail from?" Sihtric settled beside you, handing you the flask filled with water.

While Finan maintained a wary distance, likely still unconvinced of the absence of any impending danger that you might be carrying the sickness within you, Sihtric was the polar opposite. The young and handsome Dane, with his striking half-shaved hairstyle that allowed dark locks to curl freely on one side, seemed genuinely drawn to you. More importantly, he appeared to believe you when you attempted to explain that you were not from here, not even from a distant land or kingdom.

Even if the concept of time travel was something he was unable to grasp, for which you couldn’t blame him, Sihtric's curiosity remained piqued, and he was eager to learn more about the strange place you called home. 

"Please, tell us about those weird carriages that drive alone without being pulled by a horse," Aethelstan pleaded, seating himself on the ground before you. You smiled, amused by the fact that boys remained boys across centuries. However, before you could begin your tale, you felt the small and fragile frame of Aelfwynn carefully cuddling against your side, her thin and icy hands wrapping around your waist as if seeking solace in the warmth of your body.

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, and for a brief moment, you savoured the serenity and strange calmness that enveloped you. Unnoticed, against every expectation, these children had enchanted you from the very first day of your unexpected journey.

Aethelstan, a solemn young boy far too serious for his age, gazed at you with wide, inquisitive eyes carrying a deep sadness. When you had simply asked his name, his response astounded you - "I'm no one," he uttered, as if it were something normal, even self-evident.

His quiet sobs woke you in the night. Though asleep, tears covered his cheeks as his small body shook, a soft cry slipping out, "Mummy, where are you? Don't leave me alone." You moved closer, fingers soothingly running through his hair. Suddenly, his little arms wrapped around you. With his nose buried in your chest, a shy smile graced his lips as he calmed, his breathing turning smooth and even. Not knowing what else to do, you just held him a little tighter, watching his small, thin face lighten in the dim light of the fading moon, his eyes tightly shut, wishing you could do something to shield him from this harsh world.

But it was Aelfwynn who worried you even more. She was a lovely, timid child, so beautiful and yet so fragile. It was evident the arduous journey on foot through the woods, meadows, hills and valleys was taking its toll on her. She grew paler with each passing day, her hands like ice, yet every time she pressed herself against you, you could feel her body burning. 

"We need to rest more. The children can't keep up this pace," you said worriedly to Sihtric after finishing your fanciful story about cars. Both Aethelstan and Aelfwynn had listened with mouths agape, as if you had spun the most fantastical fairy tale.

Sihtric's gaze lingered on you perhaps a moment too long, his eyes radiating warmth, before turning away. "You speak truly," he finally replied, "but we dare not linger. We are being pursued. Every mile we put between us and our pursuers could mean the difference between life and death. One of your marvellous self-driving carriages would be quite useful now." He gave you a small smile before rising and heading to Uhtred.

You were relieved to see Sihtric had indeed conveyed your concerns, as the following days were considerably less strenuous, with more pauses for rest. Still, Aelfwynn's condition worsened until her waning strength required her to be carried from time to time. It was often Sihtric who first noticed the pain contorting the small girl's face, offering his broad back without prompting, and you found yourself musing at how accurately Osferth's descriptions had painted his strong, but caring and observant friend.

The tender attentiveness Sihtric showed towards everybody contrasted sharply with his imposing warrior's build hinting that there were evident depths to this man beyond his formidable exterior.

Your hand squeezed Aelfwynn's small palm tighter as you dragged her along, feeling her stumble and whine painfully as she tumbled to the ground. You pulled her back to her feet, running for your lives as the thundering hooves of pursuers closed in. Fear propelled you forward, even as your strength waned with each stumbling step of the frantic flight.

Aelfwynn stumbled again, and suddenly strong arms scooped her up.

"Run, lady! Don't stop!" Sihtric's voice urged. You didn't need telling twice, feet pounding the earth until the frenzied hunt came to an abrupt halt at the river's edge. Blood rushed deafening in your ears as your eyes frantically jumped from armed man to armed man surrounding your small company, bows drawn taut. A feeling of doom crept in.

You felt two pairs of small, trembling arms wrap around your waist from each side. Placing your hands on their shoulders, you carefully shoved both Aethelstan and Aelfwynn behind you, taking a resolute step forward ready to shield them with your own body if necessary as Uhtred and the others lined up before you.

"Lady, take it," Sihtric said, extending his arm with a hunting knife behind his back. You reached out, trembling fingers wrapping around the hilt, but he didn't relinquish his grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Use with care, I'll want it back." His mismatched eyes bored into yours as he let go, the weight of the dagger settling into your palm along with the calming effect of his words.

With no other hope, you clung to those simple words like a lifeline in a storming sea, pooling all your strength and courage into your balled fist clutching the unfamiliar weapon, while you watched the bizarre scene unfold before you, hope rising from nowhere as Eadith confronted her brother, accusing him of murdering his lord.

"Lady, you are full of surprises," Sihtric's warm voice cut through the haze as you felt his rough fingers gently brush yours, wrapping around your hand and helping you finally loosen your white-knuckled grip on the dagger. "It's over, we are safe for now."

He carefully took the knife, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "And you told us you are not good with children," the warrior smiled, his gaze hovering over Aethelstan and Aelfwynn still clinging to you.

"Are you sure this will help?" The uncertainty in Sihtric's voice mirrored the doubt clearly visible in everyone's eyes.

"The only thing I'm sure of is that if we do nothing, she may not survive until morning," you pleaded, your gaze moving from Sihtric to Eadith and the others. "We have to lower her fever."

"Lord, if this is the sickness, only God can help her...and us," Finan voiced the fear they all silently harboured.

"I don't care," you whispered, tears shining in the corners of your eyes. "Just bring me linens soaked in cool stream water and find the herbs. I'm staying with her, and I'll do the rest. I'm not afraid." You turned to go to the room where Aelfwynn had been placed.

For you, there was no reason to believe she had contracted the dreaded sickness, but there was little you could explain about infectious diseases to your companions. You understood their fear, but you were by no means ready to give up and leave the child's life to fate. Perhaps this was the reason you had been brought here - to use your modern knowledge to save the life so miraculously entrusted to you. 

The village you had finally reached was nearly abandoned, fear of the sickness driving away all but some elderly inhabitants too feeble to travel or too stubborn to be driven from their lifelong homes. The ancient grandmother who had offered you all shelter in her humble dwelling seemed bent by age, her face and arms weathered by wrinkles, yet her eyes remained kind and warm.

"Don't just stand there gawking. You heard the lady - willow bark, elderflower, linden, and meadowsweet. Go!" the old woman commanded, bony finger pointing at Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric. "Don't fret, child, I'll help you. I'm too old to fear the final caller."

It was Eadith who first snapped out of the solemn, lingering silence. "Osferth - you're coming with me to the stream to fetch cool water," she ordered, and as if by a magic wand, everyone sprang into action.

"I will prepare the different herbal teas as you instructed and bring everything to you. We cannot let her die. She is the future of this kingdom," Eadith said, turning to you and placing a reassuring palm on your shoulder. You nodded gratefully for the unexpected support.

Aelfwynn looked so small and pale, her forehead beaded with sweat, breathing shallow and rapid as you sat by her bedside, holding her thin, burning hand in yours. You raised your head at the creak of the opening door, surprised to see it wasn't only Eadith and the wrinkled landlady entering.

They were followed by the broad-shouldered frame of Sihtric, carrying buckets of cool spring water. He placed them on the bench near the window and turned to you. "Lady, please tell me what else I can do."

"Aren't you afraid of the sickness?" you asked in astonishment.

"I am, it's an invisible enemy that can't be defeated with weapons. But you are here, and you are not afraid, neither is Eadith. I've always known there is an invisible strength in women - a strength to endure, to persist where the toughest men crumble. My own mother had that fortitude." His voice faded on the last words, a veil of sadness spreading over his handsome features.

"I cannot simply stand by watching. Not again..." Sihtric didn't finish the thought, but his haunted expression spoke more than any words could.

You watched him in a new light as he rolled up his sleeves, resolved to offer whatever assistance he could, your regard of him only growing. The young warrior seemed as acquainted with grief as with battle and was willing to place his faith in the quiet courage you and Eadith displayed against an enemy he knew he had no chance of standing against.

Later that night, reassured by Aelfwynn's steady breathing and her hands cooling from the fever's grip, exhaustion finally overwhelmed you and your eyes started drifting shut. It was then that Sihtric's strong yet remarkably gentle arms wrapped around your shoulders and under your knees, cradling you against his chest as he carried you carefully to the other bed in the room before resuming his vigil by the window, watching over your slumbers. 

And as you slowly slipped into restful dreams, you felt an unexpected sense of security and warmth enfolding you. Whatever forces had brought you to this time and place, you were grateful for the chance that was given to you. 

Even though you still struggled to accept that this seemed to be your life now, you found joy in being surrounded by these people who slowly turned into being your friends. By now you were in Aegelsbury, and for the first time since crossing paths with the group, you found yourself being on your own, away from Uhtred who was focused on his duties on becoming ruler of Mercia, even away from Finan and Osferth, who seemed to enjoy their time hiding in alehouses with pretty women. 

You had missed being on your own, giving you a chance to sort through confusing thoughts, fears, and the anticipation you couldn’t shake. This life was anything but easy, and yet it felt like you were finally part of something you had always missed, with these wonderful people and a certain man with dark locks and beautiful eyes you searched at any given chance. 

Being close to Sihtric felt like fate had always planned for you to come together, held apart by too many centuries between you–until you had found your way into this very year. Your heart longed for the strong warrior whenever you were away from him, just the mere thought of him made your heart race in your chest as if he was touching you once again. 

“Lady?” It felt as if he heard your thoughts, lured closer to check up on you as you hid away in the rented room. With a silent curse leaving you, you cleared your throat before calling a small “Yes?”. 

Your eyes were instantly drawn to his mismatched ones, getting lost in their rich colour, the secrets they carried, and the longing you couldn’t help but feel too. Sihtric stepped into the room all too carefully as if he was giving you the chance to make him leave before the door could fall shut behind him.

“I,” he had to avert his gaze as he fumbled with his fingers. “I wanted to see if you were alright, I haven’t seen you since yesterday morning.” 

A rosy tint brushed his cheeks, a sight so lovingly, you couldn’t help but reach your hand out for Sihtric to take. You pulled him closer while trying not to focus on the feeling of his skin pressed against yours, the way his calloused fingertips brushed over your skin, and the heat that began to simmer inside of you. Sihtric was the sweetest temptation, a man the girls at home would all fall for within seconds. 

“I’m good, thank you, Sihtric. I think I am just tired after the past few days.” The soft smile he shot you left you chuckling, unable to bite down your adoration for the tall man. Your hands stayed connected as silence engulfed you two, stroking along your bodies like a snake slithering to Eden, finding shelter in the warmth only your hearts seemed to offer. 

“I didn’t want to disturb your peace, perhaps I should leave you be. But,” the rest of his sentence was left hanging in the air. You could tell that he struggled to put whatever he was feeling into words, coming off as a shy young boy rather than a gruesome warrior who knew no holding back on a battlefield. 

“But what, Sihtric?” He let go of your hand to interlace his fingers in his lap, it seemed as if he was holding himself back from whatever he was close to doing–and if you were certain of one thing only, it was that you didn’t want him to hold back, you wanted him close, as close as possible. 

“I can’t stay away from you, lady. I don’t know what spell you casted over me, but I seem to miss your closeness whenever you leave my side.” Slowly, you reached for his chin to tilt his head back towards you. Without speaking a single word, you traced his soft lips with your thumb, hoping that he began to understand that you felt the same draw towards him. 

You held eye contact while shuffling closer, perhaps you were simply offering him a way out, a way to escape should he want to stay away, but Sihtric was fully entranced by you. And without speaking another word, he closed the distance between you to press his lips against yours. 

The kiss was everything you had been dreaming of, soft enough to test the waters, to adjust to what you were now feeling, and yet it was urgent enough to tell you he wanted more. Without breaking the kiss, Sihtric pressed you down on the mattress, he hovered over you as he got comfortable between your thighs. 

His calloused fingertips stroked your skin as one hand found its way beneath the dress they had bought for you to make you blend in more. Your hands played with his hair, to tug on the strands as he found your naked cunt. The buzz that shot through you had you moaning, letting the sounds vibrate on your tongues as the kiss grew even more demanding. 

“Sihtric,” you panted his name and for a second he parted from you. Both were clearly ready to give in, to fuck like you were destined to be, and yet you couldn’t help but feel excited and somewhat nervous about giving yourself to Sihtric. A man who was born over a thousand years before you. 

You held eye contact as he rose to his feet to shuffle out of his armour, letting it carefully rest on the small wooden table. Heat shot through you at every glimpse he offered of his skin, the body you wanted to feel pressed against yours. His cock was painfully hard, begging to be buried inside you like the both of you had dreamt of for the past nights, something you were set on finally turning real.

“Come here.” You barely recognised your own voice, it was huskier, rougher than before. Sihtric found his way back to you on the mattress, and with another kiss shared between you he pulled you into a sitting position to help you out of your dress. The second he had you naked, Sihtric kissed his way to your chest, to suck on the hardening numbs while his cock brushed through your slit, collecting drops of your arousal to coat himself.

“Will you let me fuck you, lady? Let me make you scream my name so they all hear who’s fucking you.” The teasing words left you gasping for air. You could only let go of a desperate plea, needing to feel him stretching your walls as if you had been born for this moment only. 

Without another warning, Sihtric pushed into you. He moved slowly, carefully almost as if he was just as nervous, unsure what to expect. But the second he was buried inside of you, you couldn’t help but claw at his skin, begging him for more. Sihtric began to build a rough pace, letting his body meet yours with every thrust to draw the loudest moans from you, letting them reverberate through the room.

“You feel so good, oh fuck, don’t stop, Sihtric.” You paid your words no attention as they left you, you were already too far gone as he fucked you closer and closer to the edge. Never again would you be able to leave his side again, no matter what may happen, your heart had found shelter inside his, clinging to him like two halves belonging together.

“I won’t, lady, you’re mine, forever mine.” His words made your walls flutter around him, a sensation that only grew stronger as his calloused fingertips began to circle your pulsing bundle. The moans that left you two grew lower, nothing but raspy sounds that mixed together while Sihtric pressed his forehead against yours. 

The moment had something so awfully intimate to it, you feared you would never experience this again with him, as if it was a one time thing that can’t be redone. But the emotions swimming in his mismatched pupils told you that this wasn’t just for one night only, this was a bond that would hold for as long as you lived, forever chained to his side. 

“I’m so close, fuck, let me cum.” Sihtric only laughed at your words, a challenge he seemed to easily give in to. His thrusts grew more ferocious, faster than the ones that had you seeing stars. Now you were engulfed by darkness, a darkness so rich, you couldn’t help but give into the sweetest sensation.

Your orgasm clashed through you without giving you a chance to stop it, it filled every pore, every vein of your trembling body. Sihtric kept moving, he kept snapping his hips against yours until he let go with a deep moan. He imprinted himself on your walls, leaving his stain on your body and soul before slowly pulling out of you.

A playful breeze danced through the open window, its gentle caress rousing you from slumber's embrace. Sihtric's deep, even breaths formed a soothing rhythm, his chest rising and falling in a slow flow - the only sound to pierce the night's tranquil silence. And yet, a peculiar sensation lingered, as if you had heard your name whispered amidst the stillness.

Carefully, you shifted, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed to plant your feet on the cool floor. Reaching down, you retrieved your simple undergarment, carelessly discarded, and pulled it over your head. There it was again - a faint sound, so feeble that you questioned whether it was truly perceived or merely an echo reverberating from the dreamscape you had inhabited moments ago. Pictures of your former life in the hectic modern world with your friends, studies, and future plans, had danced vividly behind your closed lids.

You could not ignore the strange, insistent tugging sensation, as though your limbs moved on their own, carrying you towards the door and down the dimly lit corridor to Osferth's quarters. A soft, flickering glow seeped from beneath his door, beckoning you onward, and you carefully pushed the door as if knowing that it would yield and open.

The room was empty, Osferth likely too wasted to find it after another drinking contest with Finan. Your eyes scanned the sparse furnishings, finally landing on the table by the window where you saw it. The very same old book, the feeling of its leather cover against your fingertips still vivid in your memory, emanating an otherworldly, soft radiance, its pages turning lazily in the gentle breeze.

You hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you beheld the waning images dancing across the illuminated pages - scenes of you savouring ice cream in your favourite coffee shop, dancing with friends in the disco you adored for its fortnightly DJ sets, hurrying through the sterile corridors of a hospital in your pristine white coat, stethoscope slung around your neck, your dream profession as a doctor finally within grasp after years of arduous study.

The whispered beckoning of the pages caressed your ears. This was it – your chance to return home, to leave this harsh, unforgiving world behind. You stretched out your hand, trembling slightly, fully aware of what would happen the moment your fingertips grazed those magical leaves.

The warmth of Sihtric's body enveloped you as he stirred from slumber, his muscular arms instinctively wrapping around your form and pulling you closer. A contented sigh escaped your lips as a gentle sense of happiness bloomed within your chest.

"You're chilled," he murmured huskily, his breath a delicious caress against the sensitive skin of your neck. With tender care, he adjusted the thick woollen blanket, meticulously tucking it snugly around your shivering frame.

“I can’t believe it took until I travelled back in time for me to feel like this.” Your whispers filled the room–words that piqued Sihtric’s attention as he pulled you against his chest. 

“What do you mean?” A kiss was pressed to your forehead, a gesture so sweet, you couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“I feel more loved and appreciated than ever before.” And with a slow kiss shared between your swollen lips, you knew that this had always been your destiny. You had been made for this man, as much as he had been crafted for you. Destiny is all.

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Hiiii!!!! 😊👋 So I only just started Kaiju no. 8!!! New to the fandom and not a manga reader. Idk what’s going to happen in the next episode—all I know is that Hoshina better not d*e lol.

Anyways!!! Obviously I am a huge Hoshina fan/simp!!! I really like your blog and I have enjoyed your Hoshina fics!!!!!! 🥹 And since your requests are open, I wanted to know if I could perhaps make one??? 👉👈

If so, I was wondering if you could do something sort of related to your “say it!” fic??? Like where Hoshina (+ reader) somehow bumps into the ex from operations you mentioned in the fic??? And reader gets SUPERRRRR jealous (lord knows I would be especially if said ex was really beautiful and smart) and insecure. Maybe reader acts a bit distant/moody after the encounter but once Hoshina realizes what’s up he immediately reassures reader and let’s them know how much he loves/cares for them???

Sorry if this request is weird or doesn’t make sense to you, I’ve honestly just been thinking about a similar scenario ever since reading that fic of yours 😭😭 anyways thank you so much for your time 🫶❤️ and please never stop writing, your fics are beautiful 💖💕

notes: hihi; thank you so much for your request; i hope that this is okay; you sent this in before the most recent episode but hoshina's a fairly important character to the story of kaiju no 8 overall so he'll be alright... i combined this with a slightly different ask which also surrounded jealousy but with okonogi; it's very briefly mentioned though.

jealousy as the crux

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader no warnings should apply, i think. wc: 837

hoshina always maintained rather easy conversation with a lot of people—friendly conversation that sometimes got the better of your self esteem when he teasingly doted on okonogi or otherwise. 

you’d tried not to bring it up, to not bother him—because envy and jealousy like that was an ugly emotion, of course. it wouldn’t be right to burden hoshina with them–mostly because you weren’t even sure how he’d react. he was plenty envious on his own, you think–key point on think. but it might have been for more reasonable things, surely. like the envious desire to become stronger, or something noble like that.

nothing quite like yours. 

but stumbling on hoshina’s ex was never on your list of priorities at all. 

so the fact that she was here—was her name amaya?—only made you more uncomfortable. you barely knew anything about her other than the fact that okonogi spoke her name with strained reverence, cautious to never bring it up around hoshina. hoshina seemed to be uncaring of it all, even so–as if he couldn’t be bothered to remember. 

she was smoking indoors, her eyes tired and weary. 

hoshina didn’t seem to tense up when talking to her, which strangely irked you more. 

“hoshina,” amaya says, approaching hoshina with a raised eyebrow. she pats his shoulder, and he chuckles.

“you look well,” hoshina murmurs. 

“hm. well as i’ll ever be.” her eyes flit to you, her eyes narrowing. you felt uncomfortable under her gaze, as if you were some unique kind of insect to be pinned up in a collection. “this your new partner? they’re cute.”

“hm?” hoshina laughs. “aren’t they?”

the compliment doesn’t feel good, somehow, as it usually does.

“thought you said you wouldn’t date again,” amaya says, dusting off some ash off the tip of her cigarette, taking another breath before blowing it away from the two of you. “not that we really were.” she snorts. “you were too much of a coward last time.”

“hey,” hoshina says, sounding mock-hurt. “i figured we were better off as friends.”

“hm.” amaya exhales. “whatever you say.”

“i wish you’d sound more enthusiastic about this,” hoshina retorts, laughing again. it’s the same laugh he has when he talks to okonogi, that same doting laughter–but it also wasn’t anything special. it was the same kind of laughter he had when he talked to you, though perhaps it was tinged with more fondness when he spoke to you.

if there was anything hoshina was, it might’ve just been annoyingly consistent.

"it's hard to be enthusiastic surrounding you. your sarcastic energy exhausts me," amaya drawls.

you turn away from the conversation at this point–and yet you can feel amaya staring daggers into the back of your head. 

“i’ll let the two of you finish this up,” you say, and your voice sounds far more obviously strained than you’d like for it to be. 

hoshina was allowed to talk to other people. but why did amaya irk you so much? was it just the irreverent way she spoke, the way she seemed to be watching you so intently for no reason? what the hell was her problem? as you stormed off, your footsteps grew angrier as you continued to mull over it. no, seriously! what was her problem? 

but what was yours, being jealous in the first place? you were being irrational–worried because you wanted hoshina’s attention for yourself but of course it wasn’t right to worry this badly about it to the point that envy would turn your stomach like this, create the brittling sensation in your heart. it wasn’t right, and the fact that you knew it wasn’t right made the whirling sense of bad in you feel worse.

you rub your face roughly, trying to shock yourself into trying to just be fucking normal.

“hey.”

hoshina’s voice is quiet when you turn around, and his face is contemplative, brows furrowed in worry.

“are you done? talking to amaya?” you ask.

“for now,” he says. his eyes focus on your face, concerned now. “are you okay?”

“i’m…”

the words die in your throat.

“i don’t want to be jealous,” you say weakly. “of whatever’s going on. but, i–”

hoshina’s hands are on your face before you can even finish your sentence, squishing your cheeks together.

“mm, i see.” hoshina blinks, humming. “why didn’t you just say so earlier?”

you blink.

“you’re not… mad?” you ask.

“mad?” hoshina raises an eyebrow, cocking his head. it looks cute. “should i be?”

“no,” you say. “i–or, i don’t know. maybe? yes?”

“which is it?” hoshina asks, a teasing smile on his face before his brow furrows a bit. “if you would have just told me earlier i could have easily just told you that there’s nothing going on between me and anyone else but you. i chose you. don’t forget that, okay?”

you blink.

“and i love you,” hoshina says, completely straightforwardly, with sure honesty. “don’t forget that.”

you nod, and he squeezes your face, leaning in to kiss you on the lips.

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AASAABSJS I'm so glad your requests are openn!!!! I seriously love the way you write for the characters! I think your writing is so in character an ARHBAHHA 😍😍🤩🤩🥰🥰SO may i request how the 141 boys react when the see their s/o has made them in the sims? Like they see him and his s/o in their little sims family. Idk I thought it would be cute.

Love you! Don't rush and take care of yourself 💗💗💖💖💋

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME ALMOST TWO MONTHS ASDKFJASDKF MY BRAIN WAS NOT BRAINING WITH THIS PROMPT

Look, It’s Us!

How the 141 boys react to you making you, them and a potential family in the Sims (+ other little gaming shenanigans)

Characters: Captain John Price, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Genre: Pure Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k (~400 words each)

A/N: Gotta confess, I’ve never actually played the Sims before ACK-

Captain John Price

It’s not often, but Price will occasionally play the Sims when he truly has nothing else to do. He’s not particularly creative with it though, just lets the game randomly generate a character and then lives their life with the quirks they have. Still, good fun!

John figured you’d play the opposite to him, testing the limits of the game and torturing your Sims with that simultaneously wonderful and terrifying mind of yours - beyond the army John doesn’t have the creativity to turn Sims into experiments that violate human rights. So imagine his pleasant surprise when he notices you playing relaxedly with a whole family that looked like you and him, taking the greatest care in making sure everything goes well

“Having fun there, love?” he smiles, looking over your shoulder. When you zoom in on the little Price you made in the Sims and then comment how it’s not nearly as handsome as the real thing, he swears you’re single-handedly warming up this jaded heart of his

He could watch you all day as you tinker on the game, but he naturally acts as your anchor. He doesn’t care if this is just a Sims version of you, you are not hijacking that spaceship and blasting off to god knows where! Ultimately he can’t stop you but the conversations that have come out of your antics are very entertaining

John nods along as you animatedly talk about the little virtual family you made. Whether it’s the family itself or your choices in customising the home, he’s listening and he’s remembering. He might not have infinite money like when you’re playing with cheats but it’s in his nature to give you his all, and he won’t stop giving until he’s made an imitation of your dream on the screen

Simon “Ghost” Riley

He hasn’t touched the game, he’s not particularly interested but he’ll definitely be around you when you play. Simon will be doing his own thing, but upon hearing the signature background music of the Sims you’ll see the slightest bop of his head

It was one day, he walked past you, his eyes flickering on the screen while you zoomed up on a character with features suspiciously like his. He watches silently as you zoom out, and there’s a character that looks like you as well and- is that a kid?

“Looks nothin’ like us,” he says simply at the family. “Not my fault you don’t have an imagination,” you stick out your tongue. “I’ll install some mods for more customisation.” He was just cracking a joke but it’s endearing how seriously you take your virtual counterparts

Simon doesn’t just observe the family, he also observes the rest of what you’ve customised. Is that your dream house? Ah, it seems you like that style of furniture. Simon will keep that in mind the next time you have to go shopping, or will find small gifts for you with the same general aesthetic

Has the uncanny ability to speak simlish - or at least replicate the sounds. It sounds straight from the game, you have no idea how he picked it up or why. If you ask he says it’s because “you’re bloody addicted to playin’ that thing”. All you know is that if one of the Sims shouts out something Simon will actually grumble out a response under his breath

Your Sims family has become a little mental vision board for Simon. To keep fighting to return home, to slowly but surely clean up the mess that is his broken mind until he can guarantee a future with you that is equally as tranquil and colourful as the little pixels on your screen

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Johnny loves his action and exhilarating games, shooters, horror, you name it. As such, he doesn’t play Sims much but if he does, he’s treating his randomly generated sims as human lab rats

Roasts your character customisation to hell and back. Johnny’s gripping onto you, shaking you back and forth, dramatically whining about how his eyes aren’t that specific shade of blue, his mohawk isn’t that big and you’ve got his nose all wrong- what are you doing?!

He’ll complain but if you actually give him controls he’ll customise his own character to look noticeably worse. Just don’t ever give him access to this game because he’ll also make your character look nothing like you

That being said, Johnny gets really into the little family you’ve made. He’s actively discussing with you the furnishings that should be used in the house, if your virtual child should be a ghost hunter or a fortune teller, and if you need a bathroom break he’s ensuring no one sets the virtual house on fire

You better not tell Johnny that you’ve added pets into the virtual family because Johnny is already out the door to the nearest animal shelter. If there are things that these stupid little Sims have that is easy to get or Johnny already wanted, he will get

At the odd moment, you’ll catch Johnny getting quite sentimental over the game. Working in the army is chaotic, never mind his actual role as demolitions expert, it’s hard for him to ever imagine a day where he settles down. But watching you fret over whether this virtual couch should be placed on the left or right side of the living room has him looking forward to that day (by the way you should put the couch towards the back)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle has honestly tried every game under the sun if it’s casual and entertaining enough, from PVP shooters to laid-back simulators. If you’re not playing Sims, then he will be. But if you’ve beaten him to the punch he doesn’t make you stop, only sitting back and watching you keenly, commentating and giving you suggestions

He’s actually been part of the creative process since Day 1, when you made Sims versions of you and him, he tried to find the character customisation features that best resembles yours, but could only lament that he couldn’t make your Sim look as good looking as you

He loves starting off the game where your respective Sims are strangers, going through all the motions of wooing you all over again, proving to you that no matter the context Kyle will win your heart. You may have to comfort him with cuddles if your Sim version rejects his Sim’s advances though

Once your Sims are together, this little flirt will tell you that your Sims need more kids knowing full well what that implies

Kyle likes provoking you a little, discreetly suggesting using the ugliest pieces of furniture available in making your house. When you bite back that you’re going to make sure this house looks perfect, he’ll eventually relent after begging with his signature puppy-dog eyes

He’s memorised some of the Sim’s spoken dialogue, particularly the romance lines spoken in that exaggerated flirty tone. He’ll say it to you out of the blue sometimes, causing you to burst out into giggles

The game is all fun and, well, games, but it doesn’t stop Kyle from looking forward to the future. You might not have access to the grim reaper, you may never be able to build a pool surrounded with toilets in real life, but he’s excited to create his own little home and family with you, whatever it may look like

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[minkdelovely]

Hi! I love your Al writing. Could you do something where the reader is very playful and often wants him to chase her?

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Alastor x GN!Reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, not explicit but as a general rule MDNI 18+

author’s note: thank you so much, i really appreciate hearing that you like the way i write him! i’ve been trying my best to respect his character as much as possible while still having some fun, so that really means a lot 🥹 i decided to go with fluff and gn! just to be safe, but hopefully i’ve done your ask justice - thank you for sending it my way 💖✨

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“Dearest, have you seen my bow tie?” Alastor called from the bedroom, nearly making you drop your earring in the bathroom sink.

This was a loaded question, as Alastor had a handful of identical ties. Of course you knew which one he was referring to, unsurprised that he had figured out it was missing. That had been the point, after all, but you weren’t ready to call your little game quits just yet.

“Which one, the black?” you called back, smiling at yourself as you secured the earring. Teasing him was simply too much fun.

Alastor had been working very closely with Charlie and Vaggie over the last couple months planning a grand re-opening of the hotel to showcase it to any and all interested sinners. After countless late nights and meticulous scheduling, the night was finally here. So naturally, Alastor had gotten a fresh suit and tie to mark the occasion.

He appeared in the doorway, eyeing you with suspicion in the mirror, and you busied yourself with the second earring as your pulse jumped. You knew he favored red, but you wouldn’t be opposed to him wearing black more often. If you had thought the tuxedo was nice while it hung in the armoire, it was positively magnificent on Alastor. All that was missing was the white bow tie.

A small part of you felt bad to use this as an opportunity to play around, but you couldn’t help it! The past week had been particularly stressful — wouldn’t it be nice to let off a little steam before the big event?

“Is this really the time for one of your little games?” he asked, voice low, your eyes still locked on each other in the mirror as he caged you in from behind. You shivered as he placed a kiss to your bare shoulder. He was good at playing games, too. “I know you’ve done something with it.”

“And why would I sabotage your big night?” you asked, turning your nose up in feigned innocence.

His large hands gripped your hips, causing you to gasp, and you felt yourself shrinking into him as his intense eyes stared you down in the mirror. The satisfied smile on his lips almost made you lightheaded. This hadn’t been part of the plan, but it was a welcome twist, though you didn’t mistake his roaming hands as lustful. Lucky for you and unfortunate for him, the bow tie wasn’t hidden on your person. Did he think he was dealing with an amateur?

Alastor tutted and released you after a brief but thorough pat down. “Not here, hm? I’ll give you one more chance to tell me before I become cross.”

You slipped out from under him and made your way to the door, pausing only long enough to wink before making a run for it. He said your name in warning from the bathroom before coming after you, chasing you around the suite as you giggled. You were shockingly adept at avoiding him; he normally only caught you when he cheated.

The chase went on for a minute or so before a shadow wrapped around your waist and tossed you on the bed. A couple more pinned you down as Alastor loomed over you, a winning look his face.

“Come darling, we really don’t have much time. Especially if you’ve wrinkled it.”

You pouted and laid on the melodrama, pretending to be offended. “Wrinkle? Do you really think I’d stoop so low?” When all he did was raise an eyebrow in response, you sighed. The game was over. For now at least. “It’s in my underwear drawer.”

He scoffed and brought a hand to his head, finally releasing you from his shadow’s hold as he made his way to your dresser. “Why here, of all places?”

He was so cute when he was perplexed, and you smiled to yourself as you watched him fuss with the tie.

“Because you’d never think to check there, obviously.”

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This is so exciting!!! I’m getting flashbacks to Precious and Fragile Things and Bucks Coma-Verse of Madness. It’s like the perfect combination 💖

ahhh yay thank you so much!!! There'll definitely be aspects from both (wink wink) in the story!

1k for angel!Buck:

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“So, uh…” Buck continues forward. “Have you ever been attracted to a man before?”

And as much as Eddie’s mouth moves to form a denial, a thought pops into his head. A traitorous little memory.

Buck.

In the limited months that Eddie knew him, he had experienced a strange, fleeting desire around Buck. He hadn’t known how to handle it, at the time. Hadn’t known what to label it. He’d just tried to ignore it. Buck, riled up and hot headed those first two shifts. Buck, grinning after Eddie complimented him. Buck, helpful and reassuring when Eddie was struggling to figure out his childcare situation. He’d wanted something then. He’d felt drawn to him. He just hadn’t understood…

Oh shit.

“I don’t know,” Eddie lies. 

“Huh,” Buck says. “That’s not a no, though.”

“No,” Eddie agrees.

“Well, then we’ve got to find out,” Buck says. “Go watch porn or something.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “Absolutely not.”

“You gotta do something to test it out,” Buck says.

Yeah, no. Eddie actually thinks he knows the answer. There’s just… Well, there’s no point dwelling on that. 

“Sure,” Eddie nods. “Maybe. Men. I’ll look into it. Uh… I should go to bed now, I think.”

“Right,” Buck agrees. “Sleep is good. Uh, feel any better?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “Yeah, uh… Progress has been made, maybe?”

“Good,” Buck nods. “Then, uh… In case I…”

Eddie blinks. “Right. Wow. Yeah. See you… Either tomorrow or…”

“Eventually?” Buck shrugs. 

“Eventually,” Eddie nods. 

And he feels sort of sad about it. He’d been getting used to having him around. 

vi.

Buck isn’t gone the next morning.

On the one hand, Eddie finds himself relieved. On the other, it does mean something is still wrong with him. So that’s not great. But on the whole, at least he’s still got the one person around who he can talk to about what’s going on with him. The one person, he finds, that he wants to talk to. 

It’s not long before they figure out why. Maybe this was never about Eddie at all, but rather, about a distressing event Eddie was about to face. 

He gets the call that Bobby is in the hospital, in critical condition. His house burnt down the night before. He managed to save Athena, but smoke inhalation led to a heart attack.  They don’t know if he’s going to make it. 

Eddie rushes to the hospital, distressed. He finds Hen, Chim, and Ravi already there, but Athena is nowhere to be seen. Eddie doesn’t know what’s going on. He’s just scared for Bobby. 

“Is he going to wake up?” He asks Hen seriously, after an hour or so of sitting with Bobby. The doctors and nurses won’t give them answers either way. They just keep saying they’re hoping for the best. Well, Eddie’s heard that before and he knows how it goes. 

“I don’t know,” Hen admits. “His heart stopped for a very long time. We’re not sure what condition he’ll be in if he does wake up.”

Off to the side, observing as always, Buck looks crestfallen. 

“Not Bobby,” he murmurs. “Please not Bobby.”

And it makes Eddie’s chest ache. Because Bobby had been the same way, when it was Buck.

“So,” Eddie frowns, eyes stinging. “He might just…”

“Yeah,” Hen says sadly.

Chim squeezes Eddie’s shoulder. “At least we know without a doubt what he’d want, this time.”

Eddie risks a glance in Buck’s direction. Buck doesn’t seem to have caught the comment. He’s far too focused on Bobby.

“Yeah,” Eddie whispers. “At least there’s that.”

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Chris spends the night at a friend’s. It’s one of his closest friends, and Eddie has had the kid over plenty of nights before. He feels comfortable enough to reach out to his mom and explain that there’s an emergency with his captain, and he may need to leave the house in the middle of the night. This is only half the truth. The other half is that he’s got an inconsolable angel, crying in his living room. 

Buck really does seem wrecked by Bobby’s situation. And it’s not like Eddie isn’t. Hell, he loves Bobby probably more than his own parents, if he’s being sinfully honest. Bobby is the support he’s always wanted. The true guidance that has helped him more times than he can count. Bobby is one of those rare truly good people. If Bobby dies, Eddie will be devastated. He doesn’t know what he will do. So it’s not like Eddie doesn’t understand. He’s just surprised an angel has so little resilience to the idea of death. 

Eddie had sort of expected some sage wisdom. Something about heaven and the afterlife and being in a better place. Like a card you’d find at Walmart. Instead, Buck is despondent.

“He can’t die,” Buck blubbers. “After everything he’s been through? He worked so hard to be the man he is today. He can’t die, Eddie!”

“I know,” Eddie says. 

He sits on the far end of the couch. There’s room for a whole person between them. Not that Buck is actually tangibly there. He only appears there.

“And, you know, why survive the cruise ship?” Buck asks. “Why survive that whole ordeal, only to die like this?” 

“I mean, extra time?” Eddie suggests. “I think Bobby would want as much time with Athena as he could get, right?”

“No,” Buck cries. “You didn’t… You didn’t know him when… It was bad, Eddie. What that fire did to him, then to die like this.” 

“He’s not dead yet,” Eddie reminds him.