#Rouge is here like: let's go bury a body

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

His Name | Soulmate!AU

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Jason Todd. That's the name that etched itself on your thigh the night of your sixteen birthday. Which is great, you have a soulmate. The issue is that you know– knew a Jason Todd. He happens to be six feet under the dirt in a graveyard you visit every Saturday. Which is not so great.

Being soul bound to a dead person gets you a lot of pitying glances from the people you know. You tell them there's more than one Jason Todd in the world. It makes your family shake their heads. You try not to dwell on the heartbreak on their faces when you tell them that, when they think you can't see it. They saw you and Jason together when he was alive. There won't be another Jason Todd in your life.

It's something you've slowly come to terms with, when no other Jason Todd finds their way to you, the idea of never seeing your name permanently marked on someone else's skin. The fact that you might never really have the person that's supposed to be yours.

That's why you might have reacted kind of poorly when Red Hood brings you up to a quiet rooftop, tugging off his leather jacket in front of you, dragging the material of his suit up and over his forearm to reveal your name on his skin.

You weren't even doing anything dangerous to get here, just at the wrong store at the wrong time, while some third-rate rouge went on and on about conquering the city. Standard Gotham experience.

What wasn't normal was Red Hood crashing through a window, brutal and efficient with every movement until each person with a gun was knocked out and beaten on the floor. Sure, you were aware he wasn't exactly a crime lord anymore, labeled a 'turned vigilante' by the press, but press also said he doesn't tend to leave crime alley. And you definitely weren't in crime alley. None of news stories of him saving people exactly calms the adrenaline coursing through you when he picks you up like it was the easiest thing in the world for him, hoisting you like you're made of glass over his shoulder and grappling you both to a nearby roof. You're alone before you even have time to process it.

You stumble back when he gently, so gently it makes your heart stutter, sets you on the ground. "Who do you think you are? You can't just grab people–" your biting words cut off as you register the black lettering across his skin. Your name. Your name is there. On Red Hoods arm.

You reach out to touch it before you can stop yourself, fingers trailing down his forearm and over each letter of your name. He lets you, not speaking words, only sighing in what sounds like relief. You force your gaze from the mark you could stare at forever to meet the glowing eyes of his mask. "You're- Jason Todd?"

He nods, every nerve of his body completely locked on you. It doesn't clear anything up. He can't be Jason Todd, at least, not the one you buried.

You make a face and step back, crossing your arms, "Yeah right."

He seems to blank, arm still held out, showing your name permanently engraved on his skin. "Yeah, right?" He echos, deep and robotic through the modulator of his mask.

You set your jaw and nod.

He tilts his head, lifting his arm higher to make you see the mark. To see your name. "Do you think I faked it?"

That makes you falter. Why would he? There's nothing to gain by pretending to be your soulmate. "Well, no. But you still could have the wrong person."

He exhales a laugh, breathes out your name with more fondess than you've ever heard. "Always so stubborn."

Your frown. Sure, maybe you could be stubborn but he doesn't know that.

He says your name again, reaching up to tug his hood back, reaching for his mask.

It makes you freeze, eyes going wide in shock when you make out his face. Jason. Your Jason. "How–" You start, but can't quite manage to finish, eyes darting over the face that's so familiar, only older, more tired, more scarred. But his eyes are still the same. Intent and focused and bright when everything around him is dark.

"It's a long story." He says softly, before starting to ramble, nervous to upset you, to lose any chance of knowing you again. Any unease you felt around Red Hood fades as you recognize the boy you grew up with in him. "Maybe I could tell you? Over coffee? I have safe house nearby. But, only if you're comfortable. Or we could meet during the day, if thats better?"

His voice sounds more familiar without mask, and you study him, almost accusing. "You didn't have to kidnap me to tell me you're alive. Or that you're my soulmate, you know."

He stumbles over your words, taking half a step closer to you. "I didn't! I mean, I wasn't trying to. I swear– I just couldn't take all of this off down there." He gestures to the mask, a little frantic to gain your approval.

It brings a small smile to your face, and he stops still at the sight of it, breath catching in his throat as you speak, "I'm glad you're here, Jason."

"I'm glad you're safe." He exhales out, eyes softening and tension draining from his muscles in relief.

You can't quite fight the urge to reach out for him, so you do, taking his hand and gently flipping it over so you can read your name again. You have questions, absolutely. Gripes. Proably a lecture that he should have come seen you sooner. But you settle on how right this feels in your bones, how your soul feels like its missing piece slotted into place. "Do you have creamer?"

"Creamer?" He asks, voice airy and memorized by the feel of your skin against his hand.

"For the coffee?" You prompt, smiling a little wider at his dazed expression, his eyes following your hand, like he can't believe you haven't run screaming for the hills.

"Yeah. Course. Anything you want." And when he focuses back in your face, you know in the very essence of what you are that he means it.

"Coffees a good start." You say, a little fond as you pull away your hand away, and he reluctantly lets your fingers slide from his.

"Coffee it is." And it is a good start. To know your other half again, to follow the warm, soothing feeling in your soul when you touch him, you'll try as many starts as it takes.

[blakeswritingimagines]

The Vow

Summary: Being married to the rouge prince was no easy task at least most thought so, being his wife and best friend did nothing but make everyday of your life better and better....until you forget all about him

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Word count: 4.4k

You softly groaned as you stretched in the large bed that had enough room for what might be a small feast, until you rolled over onto your other side and slowly opened your eyes seeing your husband who was often nothing but a brute cuddled up to your side also slowly waking up which caused you to smile to yourself. Lightly dragging your fingertips across his pale skin taking in the slow tender moment before your days were started even if you knew you could go see him throughout the day.

He felt your fingers on his skin and stir, his eyes remaining shut as he leaned in slightly and bury his face in your neck. Scenting your skin, he savours your presence while he still can, before eventually opening his eyes. "Hello." He nuzzled your shoulder. Daemon smiled as your fingers traced his skin. It was a soft way to wake up, rather than the way he was normally woken up. He rolled his hand around searching to take your hand in his own. "We could stay here like this, you know." Daemon spoke softly to you, his hand tracing your face.

Feeling your eyes flutter shut at your husband's tender touch not able to help the smile that brightened due to his words, shaking your head knowing as much as you loved to stay put in his arms wasting the day away together you knew you both would be far to busy and everyone would never let up about needing something from one or the other "I love the way you think my darling, you know I'll be around when you need attention just come simply find me." Daemon sighed, knowing you were right. He rolled on top of you, giving you a kiss upon your lips. "Oh don't you worry, my love, your Daemon will find you wherever you are." He spoke in an amusingly formal tone, his hands now moving down your body.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders smiling up at him, kissing him back softly as you enjoyed the feeling of his firm lips against your own then smiled at his words "I know you will...you always do my Daemon". Giving him another sweet kiss on the lips as you felt his rough hands move across your body before you slowly pushed him up as you sat up "I'm not falling for another five minutes today my love." Daemon laughed slightly at your tease but he was still slightly on the offensive. He pushed you back down to the bed and laid next to you. "You sure? Seems to me like you're enjoying this very much." Daemon spoke with a bit of a smirk on his face, his eyes tracing your bare body. I am a lucky man. He thought.

You sighed playfully as you were forced to lay back down as you looked up at him, nodding your head happily as you cupped his face in a delicate manner "I always enjoy being with you, but we're meant to be busy today my darling". Doing your best to not wrap your arms around him and simply go back to sleep as you attempted to sit up once more. Daemon sighed slightly but made no effort to hold you down this time. Instead he leaned over you once more, planting a soft kiss on your lips once more. "Fiiiine, my love." Daemon said in a playful tone, before leaning back and rolling over to get dressed. "I suppose I should probably get out of this bed…I'm sure that our duties have been waiting too long." Daemon spoke, as if the prospect of dealing with all of his affairs was already a headache.

Laughing as you kissed him back once more before finally getting up and getting dressed, working like a well oiled machine along side of him as he helped you tighten your gown before you tenderly helped him get dressed after being married for so long neither of you saw need for servants anymore. gently cupping his face in your hands as you smiled then pulled him close as you placed kisses all over his face only ending with placing a kiss on his forehead "Only for a few hours I promise love, I believe you can handle that much." Daemon laughed as you kissed him all over and placed one upon his forehead. "I suppose I can handle it, but only if I get to return here when we have some time." He said with a sly smile, his hands still resting on you. Daemon loved being married to you, and he would want nothing more than to spend every waking moment of his life with you, but for now he needed to return to his duties. Perhaps you can help me with some of them…afterwards. Daemon smiled to himself.

Daemon laughed as you dressed him and then put more kisses on him. You were such a tender woman and Daemon loved your touch, your kisses. "I don't think I'll be able to survive such a long separation." Daemon said, his mouth in a small smirk as he placed his hands upon your face. He kissed you back, lingeringly this time. "Perhaps we can escape just a few more minutes…" Daemon whispered against your lips. You leaned into his touch as your eyes closed taking in the comfortable feeling of being wrapped in his arms, looking up at him as you kissed him back lovingly before taking your time to pull away as you looked into his violet eyes and smiled "I said I wasn't falling for it" You spoke before giving him a few quick kisses before you had started walk out of the room ready to start your day so you could finish early and be back beside him as if you both were still newlyweds.

Daemon's face widened at your smirk, as if you were teasing him. Which he supposed you were. "Oh, my sweet lady wife of mine, why are you so cruel?" Daemon said in jest, as if you were actually doing anything wrong by leaving him. "I miss you already." Daemon would tease back as he did not pursue you, for he knew you would return. You always did after all. You couldn't help but laugh at your husband's playful words as you walked away from him knowing he was going to be even more dramatic, going about your day making sure your focus was only on the work in front of you even going out of your way to help Rhaenyra a little bit as the two held a small awkward conversation. Going outside toward the dragonpit seeing your baby Saphira taking some time to yourself as you got fresh air on top of the large beast going into the air with a smile on your face at least before your dragon turned which left you unstable as you fell hitting your head and blacking out as the workers quickly got help.

Daemon was in the middle of some sort of royal affair or meeting with important lords and ladies. It wasn't that terribly important, it was just something he had to do to make sure the realm was properly run. He would get the most important tasks done earlier in the day as to not disrupt his wonderful schedule. Daemon was just stepping out of his chamber for the day when he spotted something unusual. He saw one of the dragon keepers carrying out a woman who had seemingly been knocked out. His curiosity was piqued at first but he quickly turned to concern as he rushed to your side after noticing it was you.

"What in the seven hells happened?" He asked the keeper as he took you away from him. As he spoke to you he lightly grasped your hand, hoping you would wake up soon as your consciousness was all he cared about at this moment in time. The workers all stiffened once the rouge prince especially knowing how protective Daemon was over you, clearing their throats as well as sharing looks before one finally spoke up "She said she wanted some fresh air with Saphira but the next thing we knew she had hit her head and passed out" Not wanting to be on the bad end of the prince's rage they knew to take anything with you seriously even with hitting your head and now as a maester was going to look you over.

"And you just left her alone?" Daemon questioned. "Saphira?" He asked, looking to see if the dragon had attacked you. He knew the dragon would do no such thing, but he wanted to cover all his bases. He knelt by your side and felt your forehead, hoping it was nothing serious. "Please dear, wake up." Daemon whispered, his voice laden with anxiety as he felt your hand. The workers shrugged having been tending to the other dragons while you were with Saphira "We figured she'd be fine, the dragon is fine nor does Saphira seem as if anything happened", Helping take you to the maesters where they laid you down and left as the maester started checking and looking over you better after getting the details of what happened.

Daemon's face was full of worry as he stood beside your unconscious form. He couldn't help but feel guilty. His mind raced as he wondered how he could have left you alone and this happen. I have failed to keep her safe. Daemon whispered to himself. Daemon's heart seemed to skip a beat when the maester was checking you. Not knowing if you were even alive or not. When you were being treated he waited alongside you, just watching you in anxious anticipation for you to open your eyes. After enough time passed the maester sighed before looking over at you with a slight shake of his head as he spoke "She's still breathing but might be out for longer due to the heavy hit to the head, it might take some time but I'm unaware of how long."

Daemon was relieved to find out that you were still breathing. He was in a position of power and yet he couldn't do anything for you. All he could do was wait. Daemon looked at you, watching your gentle features and waiting for you to wake up. Daemon's hand caressed you gently, he hoped you couldn't feel it in your state but he wanted it to anyway. Weeks passed of not much changing nor did anyone attempt to mention perhaps it was best to let go especially with how angry the prince had become, that not even his brother Viserys or Rhaenyra could help calm him down like you often did but once you slowly opened your eyes with a heavy breath as you slowly looked around confused even as the maester came to check on you as your voice came out hoarse "Where am I?".

Daemon rushed to his feet as your eyes reopened. "Y/n! Thank all seven gods you are alive." Daemon spoke with a mix of relief, happiness and guilt. "The gods are merciful today, I thought I had lost you." Daemon said with a breath of relief. "You're on King's Landing, the seat of House Targaryen. You got hit in the head and I've been here for weeks waiting for you." Daemon admitted, feeling nothing but shame for himself. You looked over at the tall man as you winced feeling as if his voice was echoing in your head heavily, tilting your head slightly as you tried to process his words but shook your head not remembering anything as you tried to recall what you were last doing especially hearing you had been out for weeks now "Who are you? and why am I in King's Landing?".

Daemon felt the blood drain from his face. You didn't remember him? You were joking. He looked at you, waiting for you to crack a smile and start laughing. It never came. Daemon slowly moved towards you, taking your hand gently. "My love, I am Daemon Targaryen. We have been married for years now. Your life, it's only just started. But… You don't remember anything?" Daemon questioned, his voice filled with panic. You continued to look at him curiously as you listened closely and tried to place him somewhere you might remember him, feeling bad that he seemed so hurt out about you not knowing him but shook your head as you pulled your hand away from his "No I'm sorry, all I remember is taking a walk than everything went black" Not knowing you had lost years of your life but looked over at the maester who started asking you questions to see what you could remember before he looked over at Daemon scared of his reaction "She has a small case of amnesia."

Amnesia is a kind word for what you have. Daemon thought to himself, his anxiety increasing. He didn't handle the news that you didn't remember him as the man had hoped. Daemon took a moment to gather himself from your sudden news. "Amnesia?" Daemon asked the maester, ignoring the explanation initially. He looked at you, his eyes wide with concern and even a twinge of fear. "My lady wife… Please tell me you remember my name at least." Daemon asked, his voice full of need. You slowly sat up with a small groan of pain as you gently rubbed your head feeling a dull but painful throb, looking up at him once more as you tried to really look at him from his lilc eyes, platinum hair, tall and strong build, only to shake your head again "No I really don't know who you are". Listening as the maester spoke up about how it might take some time for you to feel better but it might do you some well to continue getting rest.

Daemon could feel his heart sink into his stomach. You didn't remember him… You had lost your memory. "You don't know me?" Daemon questioned again. He couldn't believe that that was truly an option. His head was reeling, what did this mean? How does he deal with this? As the maester continued to talk Daemon listened but the words hardly registered in his brain. Slowly he reached his hand out, holding your hand once more. He was not going to let you go again. During the next few days, you had been moved into your own private chambers since you felt weird being alone with Daemon still not remembering him, opting to even sit next to Rhaenyra more even if you couldn't remember her or Viserys who seemed nice when you did talk to him but also who had pushed your work onto someone else in the meantime. Sitting down at the dining table with them all as you bowed your head for prayer waiting until it was done before you started eating feeling excited that Rhaenyra and yourself would be hanging out.

Daemon sat at the table with you and Rhaenyra, his eyes on you at all times. As you prayed Daemon did the same, taking some time to himself pleading witht the gods new or old to hear him. It was good to see your face smiling, even if you didn't remember him. As all of you sat down to eat Daemon kept looking at you, still hoping you would suddenly remember him and everything that had transpired during your marriage. He hoped that deep down he had left his mark on you. That his memory was buried deep within you and only needed to be uncovered. Speaking with Rhaenyra as if nothing was wrong even as the blonde princess agreed that you were married to her uncle, doing your best to go about your routine each day you woke up only to have to ask servants what it was you normally did which often left one of the Targaryens to be told as they stepped in to help you like a small child. Glancing up as you chewed on your food only to see Daemon watching you which caused you to look down at your plate as your brows furrowed "Do you always watch me so closely?".

Daemon smiled softly at your observation, it was as if you were beginning to return your wits even if it was slowly. Daemon had been watching you closely, for you were a puzzle piece he didn't understand. Your amnesia was just a road block that Daemon was determined to overcome. "Of course I do." Daemon said with a smirk, his eyes looking to you, his wife. "It's only natural that I desire to stare at my beautiful wife." Daemon said with a flirtatious tone, hoping to earn some sort of reaction from you. You nodded your head slightly at his words as you squirmed around in your seat slightly instead of flirting back with him like usual, getting up with Rhaenyra once you both finished eating as Rhaenyra gently took you by the hand leading you around as she did most of the talking unless you had questions even as Rhaenyra started to enjoy spending time with you wondering why it had taken so long and you getting hurt for it to happen.

Daemon took notice at your change in demeanor, it seemed as if you were less inclined to flirt and be cheeky when compared to your normal self. You didn't even remember the man you married. It was concerning but Daemon wasn't entirely bothered by it. He felt almost as if you were a new woman to woo, to earn. Daemon wasn't opposed to the idea of winning you over once more. He watched Rhaenyra take you by the hand and lead you away, the two of you looking almost as if you were friends. "Have we found you the perfect friend now?" Daemon asked with a smirk. You looked at Rhaenyra once you felt a nudge in your side and realized he was talking to you, nodding your head as you smiled even if you didn't recall the friendship between yourself and the princess "Rhaenyra has been very helpful with helping me and my day-to-day basics." Having even been spending more time with Viserys as he helped reteach you everything you did before since he had grown to like your way best even if others had an issue with it "She and Viserys have been teaching me about the Targaryen family tree apparently I use to be able to say everyone in order with no mistakes."

Daemon nodded at your words with a soft smile. "I'm glad to see you have company. And the knowledge of the family tree will certainly come with time. You are my wife after all." Daemon said, his voice dripping with flirting even in the presence of his family. He gave you a kiss upon the hand then turned to Rhaenyra. "Keep a close eye upon her and keep her safe." Daemon told Rhaenyra, the tone in his voice a more sincere one. He felt comfortable knowing you were in Rhaenyra's care. You nodded your head feeling good that everyone seemed happy with your progress even if you were still missing so much of your life, watching him closely before pulling your hand away from him as Rhaenyra nodded her head at his words almost offended that he would think she'd let anything happen to you. The two women started walking away as Rhaenyra led you to the gardens feeling the quiet might help as you bit down on your lower lip and looked over at Rhaenyra "Can I ask you something? it's about Daemon himself."

Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow at your request but she shrugged. "Yes, of you course you may." She said with an open smile, curious as to what curiosity you may ask of her. Daemon, as usual, was also listening in on this conversation. He wanted to know what you wanted to know of him. Maybe it was something he could use to slowly get you back on track to remembering him. Sighing but nodded your head happy that the princess had been nothing but easy-going as she helped you remember things, looking down at the ground as you tried to piece your words together before shrugging your shoulders as the words tumbled out past your lips "I've heard...unsavory things about Daemon, that he's quite a brute and has done unspeakable things....is that true?".

Rhaenyra thought for a moment, unsure of how much to tell you. Daemon was her best friend, but he was also her uncle. She did not know how to answer your questions, because honestly, they weren't completely false. Rhaenyra looked for a way to answer without making Daemon seem like a terrible person. "Daemon can be very stubborn." Rhaenyra started, "Sometimes he let's his anger get the best of him. But that's only when he is pushed too far. But what is most important, is that he loves you." Rhaenyra said. You nodded with a small pout on your lips at the answer thinking it over as you recalled some of the things Daemon had done from what you've heard, looking over at the blonde woman again as you shrugged your shoulders at her words "How did we even get together? it sounds like we're nothing but polar opposites, how do he and I even work together in marriage?" Having been too embarrassed and shy to go to Daemon with these questions even if he would be the best person to answer them.

"You two have always been very different, but that's what has drawn you two together." Rhaenyra said with a smile. She believed it too, the differences in Daemon and you were what created the bond between you two. "He may be quite gruff, but he has the softest spot in the Kingdom for you." Rhaenyra said, hoping the words would make you feel better. They were true, Daemon loved you in a way he loved no one else, not even Rhaenyra or his brother Viserys. You slowly nodded along as you listened closely to the words feeling like you were listening to a fariytail, feeling your eyes sting with tears at the thought of Daemon being so tender and you couldn't remember any of it you let out a soft sigh, and nodded your head feeling determined "I want to remember, I'm gonna need more stories about him."

Rhaenyra chuckled at your need for stories which she was not opposed to. "You'll definitely need to remember your wedding to Daemon." She said with enthusiasm. "It was the grandest affair ever. What else do you want to know?" Rhaenyra asked, eager at the idea that your memory might return soon. "I would be more than happy to share anything you want to know." She continued, with a smile on her face. She believed that Daemon deserved to have you back at least. During the next few weeks, You had been learning more about your life and your marriage with Daemon even going as far as to show him small bits of affection, slowly but surely you began to push other's help away wanting to do things for yourself and show you could do it again but kept growing curious as to small gifts for you or being shocked by grand plans before learning it was from Daemon which caused you to seek him out.

Daemon was happy that you were showing him small bits of affection. He knew he would have to earn your love all over again but small touches were good. As you grew curious of gifts and grand plans Daemon was only too glad to tell you whom was behind them. He felt you were beginning to return to him bit by bit, and he wanted nothing more. Daemon felt at ease when you were back with him, and you were beginning to spend more time with him and less time away. It gave Daemon a new sense of hope. You had thanked Dameon for all the sweet and tender gestures he had been giving or showing you, which you found hard to keep the butterflies in your stomach under control but had been doing well as you were still learning more and more only getting curious about certain things but had been spending more time with Rhaenyra and Viserys both of which only now continued talking Daemon up even as you joined Rhaenyra late into the night talking about most things.

Daemon was over the moon to see that little by little you were remembering him and your life with him. He was always so cautious about his love, but as of late Daemon had felt nothing but comfort and happiness when with you. His smiles had become much more frequent. You were back in his life and Daemon was thankful for it. It was the small things that Daemon noticed, seeing how you would speak with confidence, laugh a little more freely, it all added up in his mind. He was on the verge of getting you back. He was certain of it. You rested your head against your arms listening to Rhaenyra speak about all different things, feeling your curiosity grow at mention of something that sounded familiar to you and asked about it which caused the blond princess to explain in detail that it was something connected to Daemon and yorself. Letting out a sharp gasp as your eyes shut tightly and you held your head as the pain from when this all started seemed to be the worst you had ever dealt with even as the blond princess tried asking if you were alright only taking a few minutes before nodding your head as you stood up with no explanation going back to the chambers you once shared with Daemon and opened the door as you stood there shocked and tears in your eyes softly whispering.

"I remember."

[dracarialove]

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Buried Desires

*Check the 'buried desires' tag if you haven't read chapter 1

[Chapter 3: Confessions]

"Shadow..." Rouge repeated, her voice echoing slightly in the unconventional room.

She leaned away from the hedgehog, though her waist remained in his intimate grip; her hands rested on his shoulders and gloved fingers pressed against his fur.

And although she felt uneasy that he hadn't released her, the young mercenary's cheeks flushed a rosy shade. "Um, you can let go now..."

Finally pulling his body farther away from hers, Shadow straightened his posture and dropped his left arm from her form. His right hand stayed stuck to the bat's lower back and his eyes fixated on her face as if he were in a trance.

When Rouge stared back into his maroon-colored gaze, she identified his disconnected state by the noticeable dilation of his pupils and the hazy expression his half-lowered lids conveyed. She was concerned again, raising her hand once more to cup his cheek.

"You're not acting like yourself," she stated softly. "There must've been something strange in those sprinklers. I'm worried about you..."

The room around them may as well have not existed according to Shadow's warped eyesight. His vision was tunneling, focused only on the woman in front of him, and under the enchantment of an unknown substance, she looked unbelievably radiant.

Her beauty was enhanced in every way, and the Ultimate Lifeform could no longer force himself to look elsewhere. Rouge's bright eyes shimmered with charisma, their teal color so bold that the dark man subconsciously wondered how he'd never been hypnotized by them before.

Long lashes seemed to flutter alluringly beneath carefully applied layers of blue eyeshadow; her glossy pink lips gleamed like he'd never noticed before, tantalizingly hovering only a few inches away; beautifully tanned skin looked warm and smooth to the touch.

And her expression was the most enticing part of the illusion – instead of gentle concern, Shadow saw amorous affection. The jewel thief didn't look like a friend worried about her teammate, but rather a loving partner with desires too saucy to share.

'She can't be looking at me like that, can she?' his thoughts echoed, sounding frayed and wavery in his head. 'She is... I... can't handle this. I can't stand keeping it hidden anymore...'

Shadow's gaze drifted to one side of her face, descending along the stark whiteness of her hair to the pretty curl of silky locks above her shoulder. 'Rouge... you deserve to know. How irresponsible of me to neglect telling you for all this time...'

His eyes trailed lower to the teasing bareness of her chest so close to his, curved shadows and soft highlights accentuating her shapely breast above the constriction of her heart-shaped chest piece. The intense beating pulse of his heart thumped loudly in his head, fast enough that he feared he might start shaking.

How embarrassing it would be for his partner to feel him trembling under her caring hand. When her palm started to leave his cheek, his left hand shot up instinctively to wrap around her wrist, wanting her touch to stay.

"Rouge..." he finally slurred, his mouth feeling oddly dry, lips worryingly numb. The hedgehog felt as if he'd been staring at her for hours rather than seconds. "I can't let myself hide these emotions anymore... I have to tell you..."

Shadow didn't notice the change in her expression when he looked back up at her face; the spy, normally collected and confident, experienced her own flurry of mixed emotions as she watched his gaze slowly lift from her chest.

Her cheeks were flushed a deeper hue of pink and her heart beat quickly, too. She was anxious, worried, hopeful, sinking deeper into the crush she had on him – but above all, she was curious about what he had to say.

Though she had a good idea, hearing the words come from Shadow himself was mandatory to know for sure. He hesitated, his mouth open in preparation for a syllable to slip out, but he only managed to force the start of his confession -

"I lo-"

- before his throat cinched, cutting off his sentence and making him feel faint. He failed to get the words out as his body gave out a bit, causing the Ultimate Lifeform to slump forward.

He swiftly released Rouge's wrist and braced his palm against the wall behind her, though the sudden lean towards her pushed the bat backwards enough to bump into the counter.

"Oh!" she blurted in surprise, her hands moving to brace against the edge of the countertop.

His face hung heavily next to hers, their cheeks brushing together, and his grip on her back grew tighter. They'd rarely hugged before, and the squeeze of his fingers pressed firmly against her was the first time he'd held her so snugly.

It was surreal being embraced by Shadow for this long, their bodies fitting together while his chin rested on her shoulder. The powerful aroma wafting off him overwhelmed her sense of smell, but she couldn't stop breathing it in, no longer trying to pull away as she started to find the scent a little more pleasant.

'Maybe that's because the smell is on him,' she thought briefly before his voice filled the room again.

"I feel weak around you."

He sounded weak, physically, almost tired. His right hand slid across to the alluring curve of Rouge's waist as his arm wrapped around her a little bit more to soak up the warmth of her body, his muscles tensing from the nerves of saying something so vulnerable.

"I've tried to ignore it, but it just keeps getting stronger... and now it's all the time."

She'd always liked the buttery smoothness of his voice, but it was crazy to her how his timbre had gained that quality tenfold; the deep rumble of his tone made her shiver a little, although she tried not to let her body quiver. She wanted to hear everything her best friend had to say, staying silent and letting him finally pour his heart out.

"When we're not fighting for our lives, I end up wondering what more there is for us, and that voice... my voice... it tells me- that-"

More hesitation, and now Rouge was tensing up, her fingers tightening on the counter.

His eyelids lowered more and his volume dropped to a near whisper. "I want you..."

The blush on Rouge's cheeks spread to the rest of her muzzle, shocked at what she heard coming from Shadow's own lips. She thought it couldn't be a twisted version of his real feelings, manipulated by the weird purple substance – he said it as if he'd felt that way for a long time.

The man she knew to be stone-faced, serious, and prideful revealed possessing one of the deepest emotions possible for her, his teammate and only true confidant. She hoped the intensity of it wasn't being exaggerated.

"Jeez, Shadow..." The treasure hunter's arms slinked around his back. "I didn't know you felt that way. I always wondered if you would make a move or if I'd have to do it."

She let out a chuckle, the sound exceedingly pleasant to Shadow's ears, but he remained silent and closed his eyes. Her sultry voice continued, "But truthfully, I feel the opposite... I feel strong around you."

She tightened the hug, embracing him as lovingly as he was holding her. "Whether we're on a mission or saving the world, I know I can always count on you because you always have my back. And that makes me work harder... partly to impress you."

There was silence between them for a moment. Shadow allowed himself to stew in the wonderfully comfortable heft of his teammate's confession. Rouge savored the intimacy of their mutual grasp and lightly nuzzled the smoothness of her cheek against his.

Then, the dark hedgehog gained the strength to stand again, rejuvenated thanks to her admittance while everything around him felt brighter due to the odd pheromones' effect.

He looked deeply into her eyes and contemplated trying to say the words again – the ones he'd initially chosen to express how deeply he felt for her. And the shimmering stars in her turquoise gaze gave him the courage to do so.

"Rouge... I lo-"

"Slow down, sugar," she said, cutting him off and quickly putting her index finger up to his lips while a smile grew on hers. "Don't say anything you don't really mean."

"Can I kiss you if I mean it?" blurted Shadow, despite the gentle press of her finger. His cheeks flushed and his heart skipped a beat at the bold question.

Still blushing herself, the woman paused and her eyes slowly widened, her gloved digit pulling away from his face. The charming smile steadily faded as she opened her mouth to respond. "Yes."

He leaned in, no longer hesitant, and pressed his lips against hers. Their arms wrapped around each other again and the complementary pair shared a long-awaited kiss. It was electrifying, rocking Shadow to his core and making his heart pound furiously.

He couldn't resist pressing his mouth deeper against hers, while his flirtatious ally sunk her fingers into his quills and pulled his body closer. The chemistry they'd built up over time paid off in spades as they practically melded together.

The stolid lifeform's subconscious thoughts of being with her rushed to the forefront, telling him that this moment was the perfect next step for them after years of being so close, and he was grateful for such a mishap to have turned out the way it did – even if the process had still been nerve-wracking for all his paranoid reasons.

But he knew now: he was good enough for Rouge to love him back. And he intended to love her as he'd never done for anyone before, already playing out their future in his head.

Despite Shadow's desire to live in the blissful moment longer, the ivory agent broke the kiss. Still in her right mind, she knew they couldn't stay there; it was possible tripping the trap had alerted the scientist to their presence, meaning they had to get what they came for and bail.

Her expression turned more serious and she stared through his dreamy gaze, pulling her hands back to grip her teammate's arms. Estimating the misty state of his mind, she spoke to him in a collected, even tone.

"Okay, listen... we can't afford to be here any longer. I don't know if the guy we're stealing from knows we're here – if he does, he's probably on his way right now to catch us. So, we have to nab this device and head back to G.U.N HQ ASAP. Got it?"

Shadow tried to force a determined expression and nodded, taking in her words carefully to remind himself of their mission. His arms slipped away from her figure and he backed up, letting Rouge turn around to scoop the spiky weapon from the counter.

"Follow me," she said as she walked past him, looking poised and competent. It made the hedgehog admire her more, watching Rouge's gracefully swift movements while he picked up speed behind her.

She grabbed her wet spy outfit from the carpet and handed the heavy bundle of cloth to Shadow. "Wring it out so we don't track stuff through the halls."

He did as he was told while she jogged over to the doorway where they'd entered the lounge. He watched her lean into the hallway, looking down it for any security headed their way, then smiled when she looked over her shoulder to nod at him – the sign that they were clear to make a getaway.

The dark agent was thankful that Rouge still had a working brain, leading the way and making sure he was still close behind as they retraced their steps. He carried her dampened clothes in his arms, the leftover moisture soaking into his chest fur.

The hallways were warped from his unstable perception, making the multiple turns they took seem more arduous than they really were; and if he looked at the walls for too long, they started to bend and stretch higher than before.

But with the bat's voice chiming in every now and then, he was able to keep up, and the pair eventually made it back to the window they'd entered through. Rouge went out first, then took Shadow's hand to pull him through, next lowering him onto the grass.

"You alright?" she asked once they were on the ground, lifting his chin to look at her. His pupils were still enlarged and his balance was questionable. "You're still with me, yeah?"

"Yes," he answered with a nod, cognizant enough to ease her concern.

While the jewel hunter flew back up to close the window, Shadow looked down at the grass below his feet, its emerald color bright and beautiful as he could see every blade in shockingly clear detail.

He gently grazed the bottom of one skate against the lawn, watching the spiky turf bend fluidly to his motions. He almost got lost in the entrancing view, but Rouge's voice brought him back again.

"Hey, grass gazer, we need to split, quick." She grabbed his arm and guided him towards the tall fence, balancing the weapon cautiously on her other palm. "I saw the human's car pulling up the road, he'll be here any second."

"Let me teleport us," the speedster offered, stopping short.

But when he turned right to grab hold of his partner, she was gone. Then he felt his left hand being pulled up before he was lifted into the air. Confused that he hadn't seen her move, he looked up to the woman flying them both above the property's barrier.

She met his gaze and said sympathetically, "Sorry, Shad, but we don't know for sure if your teleportation would work right when you're this out of it. Can't risk it."

He resigned himself to trusting her judgement, letting the winged lady carry him until they landed behind the bushes across the street. There, they ducked down and hid.

Shadow closed his eyes and tried to rest his overstimulated vision while Rouge watched the victim of their burglary drive up to his home and park haphazardly in front of the gate. He looked irritated as he left the car, so she guessed she had been right about him coming back to check the security threat.

"Going in alone..." she mumbled, shaking her head as he stomped up the walkway. "What a kook."

They waited until the man was inside his home, then took off to deliver the weapon; once they did, Rouge accepted the briefcase full of cash and took Tower's advice to let Shadow 'sleep off the substance,' as he put it.

She brought the encumbered hedgehog back to Club Rouge, making sure to set her soaked uniform aside for washing before putting him to bed. As he laid on the mattress with one hand draped across his forehead, she sat beside him and smiled down at the enigmatic man she'd finally kissed.

"What a morning, huh?" she asked, her question met with the endearing sight of Shadow's eyes closing as his lips widened into a smile. "You're seriously gonna need a shower the second you wake up."

A breathy chuckle escaped the Ultimate Lifeform, and his free hand found its way on top of Rouge's. "Yeah... sorry for stinking up your room."

She sighed dramatically, her tone playful when she replied, "Well, I guess it was time to change the air freshener, anyway. If the smell gets too unbearable, I'll just kick you out."

One of his lids raised to stare a ruby eye at her teal ones, his smile unfaltering as a tinge of slyness entered his tone. "You wouldn't dare – you like me too much."

Warmth touched the bat's cheeks and she responded sincerely, "Yeah... I do."

She almost leaned towards him, until Shadow suddenly sat himself up, taking the initiative to close the distance between them. His lips hovered near hers for a moment before they kissed again, and this time his hand cupped her cheek.

Rouge felt another shiver like before, allowing her body to quiver instead of suppressing it, and pushed against him until he laid back down. Then she pulled away and squeezed his hand.

"Get some rest, handsome. We'll see how you feel when you wake up."

He nodded and shifted to get comfortable, unaware that his new beau wasn't just referring to his intoxication; but also, his feelings for her. Shadow would still mean everything he'd said once the pheromones wore off... right?

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Sonic Senior Year - 18+ - 1. Back to Acorn Academy

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------- Headmistress Longclaw: Rosemary Laigle: 38, 5 foot Soar Laigle: 40, 7 ft 7 ------- September 2nd, 2014 7:43 AM

Acorn Academy, Mobius City, Mystic Highlands

   Tails barely exited the SUV before his step-father drove off, "Bye, Momma..." Tails sighed, thinking he was the only one in the parking lot. Usually, he was never this late. He would normally be at the Boarding School a week early, but things had gotten tricky. He looked to his right to see Shadow looking at him while walking to the main building. Tails gulped and jogged onto campus.

   The Prowers were an established family in Mobius. His father was an Army Hero, and they were supposed to have the perfect family, but that was different behind closed doors. Amadeus had just been buried at the beginning of the summer, and his mother had already remarried. Of all Mobians she could marry, it was an Eagle. Eagles were the mortal enemy of the Foxes, but his Mom was way too happy to be a widow of three months.

   Tails wasn't too upset to ignore his traditions with Sonic, so he laid his ears back and crouched until he could pounce on his friend, using his tails to propel further. Though, like always, Sonic had heard him and quickly stepped back to catch and pull him into a hug. "Tails! I was so worried about you. I thought you decided to go on to university since I had only heard from you so little this summer.

   "I told you I was going on Vacation, and I might not have service, silly," He hugged his arms around Sonic's neck.

   "Have you heard the news? it's terrible!" Sonic whined, and Tails raised an eyebrow. He has yet to have time to check his emails or texts because they have just returned to West Valley. "Everyone has been assigned a new room and roommate since there were so many pregnancies last year.

   "What?" Tails gasped. He had been roommates with Sonic since Pre-K. Acorn Academy has never been split up into genders. Pregnancy had never been an issue before since they would let students pick their roommates, and they would usually pick their best friend. It made Tails feel like less of a freak. 

   He didn't only have two tails, but he also had genitalia of all genders. He identified as a Male. However, it's harder for him to get respect because many people still look down on Omegas, and they don't even know he is an intersex Omega at that. The general public didn't even know as he loaded anti-heat spray on his body and took some pretty intense anti-heat pills.

   "You should probably swing by the office to see where you are staying now," Amy suggested, and Tails nodded. He was worried that the luggage he sent to the school a couple of weeks ago didn't make it to his new room.

   "No need. He is in my dorm. Building 14 Dorm X," Shadow said as he was walking by. He watched Tail's eyes grow wide and Sonic's face growing angry. "Not thrilled about it either. I'm being forced to sleep here and not at my mansion," Shadow muttered as he rolled his eyes and went to Rouge to see what she had been up to all summer.

------- 2:53 PM    "Professor Robotnik? You said that we had partners for this project?" Silver asked, reminding the eclectic teacher to inform everyone of their partners as the dismissal bell rang.

   AP Robotics was Tail's favorite class. He loved making artificial intelligence and trinkets. He does it every day. He would much rather work alone, but he was a rule stickler, and would make a fuss about it. He tried his best not to look in Shadow's direction as if it would tempt his tough luck.

   "Your dorm mates, if you don't have a dorm mate in AP Robotics, then you can see me after class," Dr. Robotnik waved them all away. Tails avoided Shadow as he walked out of the classroom, while Shadow didn't even think about approaching him. He wanted to go to his room and nap.

   "Nope... Nuh-uh... I forbid it," Sonic crossed his arms as Tails told him what happened, "I will talk to Principle Longclaw. She loves me,"

   "She is your mother... and she never listens to your demands. She doubles down so you learn your lessons," Tails pouted.

   "I don't care,"

   "Is Shadow all that bad? You haven't even asked Tails if he wanted to change roommates... aren't you happy with Knuckles?" Amy shrugged. She couldn't hide the tiniest bit of jealousy. Tails was so cute, just Sonic's type. 

   She didn't fully believe that they had been friends for this long and hadn't developed feelings for each other. An Alpha and an Omega can't just be friends for this long, and it is strictly platonic. "Seriously... they will only be Robotic partners for a week so that you can chill,"

   "Amy, he is pure evil. Do you not remember him cutting off your pigtails when you fell asleep back in third grade? What about you, Tails? He gave you so many wedgies I am surprised that you didn't have crap in your brain,"

   "Thank you for the image..." Tails and Amy pinched their noses.

   "And worst of all... He put laxatives in my precious chili dogs... I didn't eat them for at least 5 hours after that..." Sonic was seething. No one messed with his chili dogs and got away with it with their lives.

   "Sonic, it's not like I want to be his partner... and it isn't for a week. It's for the entire school year," Tails sighed.

   "What?" Sonic and the gang gulped.

   "We have to build a life-size robot that is functional as a human, which can have conversations, thoughts, wants, and skill building," Tails ran his hand through his ginger hair.

   "Tails, I will fix this, okay..." Sonic said, and before Tails could say anything, Sonic had jetted away.

   "Are you coming to the party tonight?" Amy asked. " It's a back-to-school party thrown by Jet. He has it every year in the forest."

   "Oh, um... I am pretty tired, raincheck?"

   "Of course, hon, I am going to try to find Sonic," Amy said, patting Tails on the back and walking off with Cream and Blaze. Knuckles waved to his little buddy before walking off for soccer practice.

   Tails has been trying his best to avoid Silver all day, but it was hard since he had most classes with him. He tried walking away, but much like his brother, Silver was fast, "Tails," He didn't want to overpower Tails. Tails tried to act oblivious to him and put earbuds in his ears, but Silver was persistent. He was followed from the main building to the opposite side of campus. "Miles," Silver sighed, placing a hand on Tail's as the fox was reaching to unlock his door.

   "Silver, please... I don't feel like talking right now,"

   "I don't want to talk. I want to see how you are doing," Silver told him. He didn't need an answer from Tails to know he wasn't okay. "I... um, I am not mad- I... understand-" Silver said, pinching his nose. He needed to learn how to approach this. He didn't want to seem like he was permitting Tails to do anything. Soon after, Tails hugged him, and Silver hugged him back.

   "I am not mad at you... I need some time," Tails sighed.

   "Faggots," Vector said, passing by the two. Only a few people knew about Tails being intersex except for his immediate family and the doctors at Mobius City Medical... and after this summer, Silver.

   "Don't listen to him..." Silver told Tails, rubbing circles on his back, "I am in Building 23 Dorm A..."

   "Thank you, Silver," He managed to say goodbye and get into his dorm before he began to tear up. Tails and Shadow immediately made eye contact before both immediately looked away.

   Shadow transitioned from a bully to a recluse/loner two years ago. No one knew what happened. When he was old enough to emancipate himself, he moved out of the orphanage and into his parents' mansion. The Blackbournes were well-known politicians who passed away before Shadow's first birthday. 

   Shadow hated the orphanage, having to dorm at Acorn Academy, and, most importantly, having roommates. He would be at his home right now, but the academy had a rule against going off campus for the first week of School. The manor was 30 minutes away by motorcycle on Ghost Hill. He missed it so much.

   Tails looked through his luggage for his school sweats. He pulled out the project he had been working on all summer. A balcony and a little nook were in the room, so he would try to have some alone time.

   "I am sorry that you are upset," Shadow sighed. He could smell how devastated and upset Tails was... and he wouldn't be able to fall asleep. He hated the scent of sorrow. It smelled like rain. "If you want, I can go with you to file a roommate swap in the morning,"

   "Huh?" Tails asked, and then he let what Shadow said sink in, "No, I am not upset about that... Yes, I am nervous, but something else is happening," Tails sighed. He looked over to Shadow, and the gloomy guy nodded before closing his eyes and putting his headphones on.

   Tails had never heard Shadow apologize before. It had been a long time since he had been a bully. Tails knew it could be too soon to tell if he was a good guy now. Meanwhile, Shadow knew he could manipulate Tails because of his looks and aura as an Alpha, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to. It wasn't Tails' fault that he was forced to stay more on campus. 

   The two didn't press anything, going to their respective worlds away from the campus. Tails found his micro-robot and tolls before leaving the balcony to destress from the day.

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Hellcheer AU Week: Mythology

(cw: referenced abuse, implied ed/starvation)

The minor goddess shivered when she felt his presence, when she felt the faint ghost memory of his touch sliding down the thin length of her neck, tentatively sweeping across her bare shoulders.

It couldn’t be…. She glanced up from her melancholy toils, from where she tended to the collapsing blooms that scattered the edge of the meadows. And there he stood in the pale, rosy twilight, hidden in the shadow of the columns that encircled her garden, his dark eyes soft with longing, watching her silently. A slow, nervous smile brightened his handsome face when she met his gaze. He had never ventured so close before, wandered so far from the gate that separated their worlds into her mother’s lands.

Exhilaration filled her lungs, her lips parting in wordless wonder and surprise. Blood coursing through her veins, she looked anxiously over her shoulder to the east to make sure her mother was still far enough away, out in the fields, watching over the bounty as the mortals harvested the abundant grain that fell from their sheaves like droplets of gold.

Seeing that they were safe from her fierce and scathing eyes, for the moment at least, she ran to him across the flush green earth, leaving a trail of small pearly white flowers in the wake of her steps.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered as he enveloped her into him, gathering her up whole into his strong arms, lifting her feet so only her toes grazed the grass. He spun her around, clinging tightly to her small frame. She breathed him in, curling her fingers into the long dark waves of his hair, his warm embrace soothing the heartache that had throbbed so painfully in her chest all these days and nights without him. Oh what has happened to me? What have you done to me? She thought to herself, overwhelmed by that heady, addictive scent of smoke and amber that wafted off of him.

You’re all I think about.

“I was so worried… I had to see you.” he rasped gently, burying himself into her soft golden tresses. “You didn’t come back and I thought—”

“Forgive me, I couldn’t get away.” She felt hot tears stinging in the corner of her eyes, picturing him alone in their clearing, waiting for her in vain. During their early encounters in the forest, when he was no more than a kind stranger, she had told him not to wait for her longer than an hour’s time, for that meant she was unable to escape her mother unnoticed. “I’ve felt so awful, so...”

Alone. So horribly alone.

She swallowed thickly, trying to explain herself. “She—she knows something… She hasn’t let me out of her sight day or night, if not for the harvest she’d—”

He gently pulled away, but did not let go of her, palms pressed firmly against the small of her back as his gaze traveled over the length of her body before searching her eyes. Her vision misted over as she watched him study her. She knew she must look gaunt and thin to him. Weak. Ugly. His jaw locked up as his thick brows drew together, pushing back her hair that hung like a shroud over half of her face, going still when his eyes fell on the faint rouge marring her pale cheek.“…Did she do this?” he asked, his voice low and strained, reaching forward to brush his rough fingers over the inflamed skin as he studied it, making her wince. “Did she hurt you?”

“…I-I spoke out of turn.” she murmured nervously, the well overflowing, silvery tears spilling freely. “I shouldn’t have—”

“No,” he breathed, a shadow falling over his eyes as he lifted his palm, caressing her face tenderly between his hands, the calloused pads of his thumb wiping away her tears. “She should never.”

“She’s my mother.” she reminded him, her gaze falling.

“That’s no excuse!” he cried out, a rare anger flaring up inside him. “You are her daughter! She is supposed to nurture you, take care of you.”

“Please we must stay quiet— It doesn’t hurt, I promise, it’s nothing. Nothing.” she consoled, tugging desperately at his sleeve. “Please, please come away with me before she sees you.”

With a shallow, unsteady breath, he followed solemnly, letting her drag him further into the cover of the foliage that climbed and weaved along the white stone of the small temple that the mortals had built in her honor. She felt the weight of his heavy gaze upon her shoulders as she led him deep into the shelter of her garden, near the edge of the dark wood where first he found her lost, frightened… dying.

“Have you been sleeping better?”

“Yes…” she lied softly, feeling him entwine their fingers together as he came to walk beside her.

While his medicine, the otherworldly flower he has procured for her, had countered the venom that pulsed though her, quieted the ghoulish creature that resided in the darkest corners of her mind… a new restlessness now caused her to toss and turn beneath the stars in place of her nightmares. One that left a fevered burning beneath her skin, an aching emptiness deep within her body, her soul… a hunger she had never known before.

“Though, I’ve nearly run out of—” she paused when she turned to see a small vial filled with the dark tincture of aconitum in his hand.

She blinked up at him as he offered it to her silently, her sapphire eyes shining in the evening light. “Thank you.” she murmured gently, taking it carefully between her fingers, leaning back against the cold fluted marble that stretched above them.

Was this all he came for? She wondered in disappointment.

“You remember what I said?” he asked, drawing toward her as she examined it. What he’d given her was a blissful sleep in essence or a deadly poison in abundance. The purple plant that grew in the mountains of the netherworld, the bane of the wolf, absolutely forbidden in her realm.

“One drop in a shell of water.” she replied with a shy nod. “I remember.”

He nodded in return, looking a little relieved. “And never more… You haven’t seen him?”

He was the only one who knew of the demon who plagued her, who haunted her dreams, who took the form of her mother, sometimes her long lost father… but they were not themselves… they were twisted and decayed. Wasting.

She knew not his name, nor what he was nor from where he came. Only that he was a dark magician.

A weaver of visions.

“No, the wolfsbane wards him,” she answered quietly. “I can feel him lurking sometimes, but he can't seem to reach me… and when you’re near…” she hesitated as he stepped forward, her eyes falling shut dazedly when he pressed his brow against hers, closing in around her. Heat began to pool in the pit of her stomach.

“When I’m near…?”

“He’s gone.” she sighed, inclining her chin up toward him, wishing he’d come closer still. That he’d hold her, take her, make her his own beneath the heavens. “As though he never existed… It’s all gone. The pain… the loneliness.”

“You must—you must promise me then, promise to find me if he ever returns.” He whispered, his tone pleading, placing a firm hand along her waist, another caressing her cheek.

Her long pastel lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, staring up at him, humbled by the unguarded adoration and agony that met her in his deep russet gaze. His thumb traced her bottom lip. “I can take you away from here, you know she has no power in my realm… I know it isn’t the surface, but you’d be safe there… with me.”

A faint, watery smile graced her delicate features. He sounded so nervous, so vulnerable. Like a boy. And she was powerless to stop herself from wandering into that impossible dream. Disappearing into the forest with him, finally free of her mother’s chains. “…you risk too much for me.” she told him quietly, looking down at her tiny white feet where hundreds of little crocuses had blossomed beneath her.

The world would burn if she went with him.

“For you,” he murmured gently as he bowed down, eyes lowering to her lips. “I’d risk everything.”

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And some more moodboards of this concept because I can’t stop, and I won’t stop lol

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part three)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 1,444

Warnings: Does Snatcher talking about being dead count?

Author's notes: Snatcher might be a little out of character but he's here with contracts so something went right. Hat Kid is here too!

Grooves looked up as Hat Kid knocked on the door, jumping slightly at the large shadowy figure next to her.

He walked up to the door, giving the child a questioning look over the top of his sunglasses.

"Darling, is this your…friend you told me about?" He questioned before looking up at the large ghost.

It seemed to trail off into the shadowy street, its purple body melting into the surroundings. Its yellow eyes and mouth stood out against the darkness at least, even if they were alarming.

"Why hello there! I believe we've come to strike up a contract about being in a movie!" The ghost greeted, grinning.

Grooves slowly opened the door, looking between the ghost and the girl.

"Darling? Are you sure this is your friend?" Grooves reiterated. Hat Kid nodded and smiled, walking in and immediately over to the sunglasses machine.

"Darling, if you break any stuff this time then I can't just rip up your charges. You will have to pay the studio what you owe." He looked back up at the ghost. "Are you sure you're friends?"

"Sadly, yes, I'm contractually obligated to be her friend. The name's Snatcher by the way," he introduced himself, extending one long arm. The penguin tentatively shook his hand before looking towards the owl side of the studio.

Grooves hadn't seen the Conductor since he'd returned to his own office.

"Excuse me, I just need to find my partner," Grooves apologised, quickly making his way along the same route he'd walked last night. He knocked lightly against the door.

"Darling?" He waited for a response, not getting one, before finally giving up and just opening the door.

The Conductor was slumped over at his desk, head resting atop scattered sheets of paper. The penguin rolled his eyes, walking over and gently prodding the owl. The Conductor merely groaned and buried his face further into his arms.

"You've got to get up darling."

"Why?" Conductor whined, batting away Grooves' flipper as the penguin reached for him again.

"Because the girl and her friend are here. And I don't fancy interviewing a ghost on my own," Grooves huffed. The Conductor rolled his head to the side, letting out a deep breath.

"I need somethin' to drink if we're interviewing a pecking ghost," he grumbled, slowly sitting before then standing.

"I can ask one of the penguins to pick up some coffee on the way in-"

"Sure, do that. But I need something stronger first if we're talking to a pecking ghost," he interjected, walking over to a cabinet at the side of the room and pouring himself something that smelled strongly like alcohol.

The door squeaked open further and Grooves turned to look at Hat Kid, who was now sporting two pairs of sunglasses. They weren't as nice as his of course, but they were still fairly decent.

"Darling! There you are! Now, where's that friend of yours?" Grooves questioned.

Hat Kid shrugged, gestured vaguely back towards the reception before walking into the room and snagging a piece of paper off the desk.

"Lassie, that's not yours. We need that so put it down, would yer?" Conductor said, not even waiting for an answer before manhandling the child so she let go of the paper.

He then picked her up and carried her until they were out of the office, gesturing for Grooves to follow. Once there was no one left inside he let go of Hat Kid and quickly locked the door.

"Alright then, let's go find yer friend." Hat Kid grinned and eagerly began to skip back towards the reception.

"Peck knows how she's got so much energy. Hope my grandkids aren't like that when they're older."

"What, you hope your grandkids don't grow up to be fabulous actors?" Grooves joked but the Conductor frowned.

"I hope they don't. Their ma doesn't need that. Besides, they already dance around like they're on birdseed. I don't need them more hyperactive," Conductor laughed sadly.

Grooves was about to interject when they arrived back at the reception, Hat Kid jumping up and down happily while pointing to Snatcher.

"Peck me, there really is a ghost."

"I would say 'in the flesh' but we all know that's impossible because I'm dead. So-" Snatcher snapped his fingers, a boom of thunder echoing through the air as a piece of paper and a quill hovered in the air in front of the two birds.

"Just sign here and we can get under way."

The Conductor reached out and grabbed the quill, starting towards the paper but Grooves snatched it out the way, holding it away from his shorter companion as he read it.

"Darling, there must be a mistake," Grooves let out a stunted, nervous laugh. "This says about us giving you our souls in exchange for you working with us."

Hat Kid stuck her tongue out at Snatcher as the ghost shrugged nonchalantly.

"It's not that big a deal, is it? I mean, aren't actors meant to sell their souls to the stage anyway?" Snatcher asked, face twisting with confusion.

"Yeah, whassa big deal?" Conductor asked, staring up at Grooves while also trying to grab the scroll from him.

Grooves shot him a distasteful look as Conductor leaned against him to try and gain more height. "Gimme that."

"No. You're sleep deprived and possibly hungover, I don't trust you with this," Grooves objected, glad that the Conductor was so short in comparison to him and his platform shoes.

Hat Kid skipped over to stand beside the two of them, extending her hands for the paper and quill.

The two birds reluctantly handed over the objects and the child set to quick work with crossing things out and writing new things in, before handing the paper back to the penguin.

"Kid, that's not how contracts work," Snatcher groaned, twisting his long body around to look at the paper as well. "But why not, it's not like I've got anything better to do. Stealing souls has been boring recently so I might as well try acting."

Grooves blinked, doing a double-take.

"So you don't really care about the contract?"

"Not at this point. As I said, I'm bored. Maybe acting will give me a renewed spark for my true line of business. So, when do I begin?" Snatcher asked, snapping his fingers again. The quill and paper burst and disappeared and Hat Kid clapped happily.

"Kid, if you're gonna act then I seriously need to sort you out a voice. As cute as your little gestures and silly faces are, they won't go very far in the grand scheme of things."

"So-" Conductor started.

"I mean, it's probably kinda fun too, right? I'm a big fan of your movies anyway. I did think about going into acting when I was still alive. Of course it didn't work out; I studied law instead and then my ex killed me," Snatcher rambled. "I've gotta say, it'll be interesting to see where you go with this movie, you've both got such different tastes in how you go about things. I mean, I never thought you'd ever work together on anything."

"Shut it, you peck neck!" Conductor shouted and the ghost paused, mouth forming a small 'o' shape as he looked down at the angry owl. "I don't care what yer did while alive! Can you act?!"

"I most certainly can."

"Then that's all ya had to say!" The yellow bird huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Can you make yourself a reasonable size at least?"

"I can try. Have you got a role for me though?"

Conductor rocked back and forth on his heels angrily.

"Hold on please," Grooves said, leaning down to be closer to the owl before continuing in a whisper. "Darling, he seems like he might be able to pull of the role of the man who runs the Moulin Rouge-"

"Harold Zidler."

"-Yes, him. I feel like this is the exuberance we're looking for," Grooves suggested. "We can give him a chance at least." Conductor looked sceptically between the penguin and the ghost.

"Fine! I'll sort out yer script later. Grooves, get everyone in. We need to sort out the script. And you-" he whirled to face Hat Kid "-you had better find me more actors! I'm countin' on you lassie."

The little girl grinned, offering him a thumbs up before waving to Snatcher and heading out the studio.

"Right, come on then. We can set yer up with a script."

Grooves grabbed Conductor's arm as he walked past. "Thanks for giving him a chance."

"Shut up. I'm doing this to win the award again, not for you."

[dogydayz]

so I came up with ANOTHER fucked up AU thingy where Eggman has to take care of one of his nephews for a bit and not even a day into the guy staying there he's already creating a fucked up clone of Shadow using modern tech to "improve" upon the old formula (turns out the guy basically worships Gerald like a fucking idol not even knowing who Gerald had been BEFORE he lost his marbles) and DID make this clone to be a weapon, for Eggman. Because he wants to impress Eggman.

So he lets this fucked up Shadow lookin fucker with alien DNA go in an attempt to get him to kill Sonic (oh by the way he also has wings and a big-ass tail, and no Chaos Energy control yet), but that fails and Sonic and Shadow are just.... baffled by him????

And later on Shadow fucking kills him, decapitates him, and buries him because he knows the guy will just regen and the alien shit will make his head reattach, so it just serves to stall for time to figure shit out.

More shit happens, he gets upgrades that allow for Chaos Control, and then the guy sees how Sonic and Shadow interact in battle and even just when talking (he was made to assume the two hated one another, even thinking he was doing Shadow a "favor" by trying to kill Sonic), and then becomes obsessed with the idea of "care" and "affection" and demands that the nephew, his creator, gives him the ability to feel those things (which he can actually ALREADY feel, he just is being gaslit by Eggman and the nephew into thinking he can't).

The nephew basically tells him "go kill Shadow and I'll do it", and he fucking DOES. he literally goes and fights him, then slices him and uses his Chaos Spear to jab and tear Shadow's head off the same way Shadow had done to him before. So he takes the head, feeling absolutely disgusted and awful with himself, teleports back to the place, and drops it for the nephew to see. Only, he's told by the guy that the whole "giving him emotions" thing cant actually happen, because the nephew doesnt know HOW to do that. So? The guy fucking kills him too out of pure rage and grief, because he never WANTED to kill Shadow, he was just so fucking desperate to have what "he had".

Meanwhile, Sonic ends up discovering the leftover headless corpse of Shadow and has a fucking breakdown and is absolutely traumatized by the sight, which is very much understandable. He runs back home to the others and cant even speak because he's so choked up, and it takes Rouge outright going out on a limb and asking "where the hell is Shadow?" for them to get a response outta him (the response being him only starting to cry harder). Rouge goes to try to find whatever Sonic saw, and Tails follows despite being told not to after alerting Knuckles and asking him for help. The two end up ALSO seeing the body, before heading back to the house where Rouge then proceeded to ALSO break down because. Yknow. Her best friend is fucking dead.

HOWEVER.

A few hours pass, things are still grim and... oddly quiet... Until they hear and frightened scream followed by frantic door knocks. Amy would end up letting Sticks in (yes Sticks exists here i love her too much) who starts rambling about some "horror creature from the forest here to take them to the grave" and that makes Knuckles, Tails, and Rouge curious enough to hurry out and follow her. Amy would also follow after making sure Sonic would be okay, however he would end up actually following solemnly purely due to his curiosity, and not wanting to be alone.

Well, what they find is a figure slowly limping and hobbling, holding onto it's horribly mangled, grotesque, and unrecognizable bloodied head, which throbbed and pulsated, strange spikes sticking out of it from different angles, and one singular red eye on the front.

So everyone is fucking mortified, but... Rouge and Tails immediately realize, holy fucking shit, is that SHADOW??? Because the "corpse" part, the body, was still bloodied like before, with the same tears on the neck, just... with a pulsating mass now growing from it.

Rouge decided to risk it and went to the... thing.... and wrapped her arms around it, and when he slowly returned the gesture, she realized.... oh god, what the fuck. it IS him.

And Sonic, who had finally made his way to the area they were in, peaked through the bushes and nearly fucking tackled the poor bastard in a hug while starting to sob once again.

But Shadow was weak as hell at this point, and... unable to speak, he had to desperately try to draw images of the Emeralds in the dirt to get them to know what he needed.

The Emeralds would, if he had access to all of them, be able to heal his head completely. So, he had to trust that they'd find the damn things.

They brought him back to the house and Knuckles and Rouge left to find the Emeralds.

Amy ended up seeing on a news station that SOMETHING was attacking Station Square, however, quite a far ways away, and of course being the idiot he is, now with a bit more pep to him, Sonic left to handle that (and also, he was both absolutely enraged over what the fucker had done, yet also... oddly curious about who the hell he truly was, despite that.)

He gets to the city and finds the Weapon tearing fissures through the earth with his energy before they get locked into combat, and the Weapon is shrieking and crying all the while as he yells his believed "purpose" at Sonic, that Eggman has promised him freedom if he were to put an end to the blue hedgehog, that he would get what he needed to live a proper life, that he'd never wanted to kill, that he killed his creator because he'd lied, that he just wanted to feel the things that everyone else could.

And they'd be interrupted in the middle of the fight by.... A slightly less mangled Shadow, who'd been given 3 Emeralds thus far and had enough ability to open a strange sort of maw and speak in broken, rough words.

He told the Weapon it was useless. The Weapon screamed that he should be dead.

"Just. Like. You... Ali...en....."

The Weapon told him he just wanted to live, just wanted to exist as something more.

"Been. There... Done..... That."

The Weapon barked back desperate words, pleads, while Shadow, to Sonic's bewilderment, was entirely calm.... Perhaps even.... Caring? Understanding?

Shadow pointed out the Weapon's tears, his voice... He told the other that he could already feel, that the Doctor was using him. He was lying to him. He told him that he didn't have to follow this path.

And after silence, the Weapon simply Chaos Controlled away.

Sonic and Shadow would return home, and Knuckles and Rouge would finally return with the last Emeralds needed for Shadow's head to properly be reformed.... Though how it had looked prior would remain in the back of everyone's minds. It was... Kinda horrifying lol.

And the Weapon? He'd be taken back and locked up by Eggman, who would end up repeating his Grandfather's steps and fuck up his memories before deciding to give him some mechanical "upgrades".

He would then simply name him "Razor," as a code name.

Alien DNA and blood still ran through his veins, and as such, he still held connection to Shadow, even with mechanical replacement limbs and weaponry at his disposal.

As such, with enough focus... Shadow came to the realization that... He might be able to....

"You are... Like me. I know your mind, I know what he did. He's a fool, repeating a process done so long ago, one so easily broken and reversed. I know what you're feeling... You're scared.

You're just as I had been... Yet... In a way, you're exactly what I'd feared I truly was. Yet I wasn't, and you are. A weapon, designed to hurt, yet you crave the bonds others share with one another, you plead for someone to help you, to give you the care and love you truly deserve, as another person living amongst them. Amongst us. You are me, and I am you, and yet, we are truly only ourselves.

What is.... Your name?"

And the Weapon didn't reply.

Razor. Razor. Razor.

The name echoed in his mind, and Shadow could hear it loud and clear... Yet...

He still awaited the name the Weapon would give. The name the Weapon would choose.

For himself.

[vronism]

What does Jess and Johnny's post-game life look like? <3

ooohoHOHOHO OKAY

don’t think I’ve ever laid out what my post-game headcanon looks like so I’m gonna do it here, thank you!

Jessie’s canon ending is the Sun, after (Don’t Fear) the Reaper ending, which kept everyone alive basically.

In Mikoshi, she made him a promise. She said one way or another she’s gonna come back for him, come back *to* him; and she spent whatever of the little low-quality life she had left to plan just that. With the help of Panam, Rouge and Kerry, the only three nutcases insane enough to go with this, she was able to find out that Johnny wasn’t buried in the oil fields like they were told. His body, a pelt to precious to discard, trophy worth hanging above Saburo’s fireplace was held in Arasaka’s Bodybank, nearly untouched since 2023. It let her form a very straightforward plan; get the body, jack them both in to the net, give Johnny back to Johnny and give herself back to herself— what happens later, with her especially, would become a bridge they’d cross when they get to it. If Johnny was comfortable there, beyond the blackwall, however, she didn’t plan to rip him out—she’d rather stay there with him, as a construct, just a tangled string of data. But as it was her choice the first time around, she wanted him to have a choice too. She couldn’t live without him at that point. Her head was too quiet, and she was too alone. She was losing her mind in addition to losing her life.

So she planned a heist. The swan song of the legend, her body was failing her, she had only few weeks left. She knew that if she’s not gonna make it, if she’s gonna get killed half way, it doesn’t cost her anything, just a few days of excruciating agony. Vik equipped her in some under the counter boosters, Panam ensured a getaway, Rouge ensured a way in, Kerry… Kerry was an emotional support, and so off Jess went.

It went smoothly. To an extent. Got the body, dragged it, cold and rather slimy, to a net core, plugged them both in, and—

And well, the decision making on Johnny’s side had to be quick, because that conversation truly was the last thing she ever did. In a desperate attempt to save her Johnny pushed them both out, Jess managed to grab another booster, they somehow made it out, got taken to the Aldecaldos’ camp; when they got there, though, Jess was way too long gone.

Only several long surgeries that replaced most of her organs with cyberware granted her about ten extra years of life. It took a toll on her, though, she’s been in a coma for about six months before she was in decent talking condition again, and Johnny was around, waiting, getting used to his own body again.

In the end they both got a lease on life. They live as nomads, with Aldecaldos, off the grid and virtually dead to everyone except the two people in Night City that know they made it out. It is a good life they’re having, and they love it, don’t think any of them has a particular urge to go back to the shitshow that NC is.

[hibiscusxqueen]

"I think I've killed someone."

"Oh dear" Rouge sighs. That was quite a predicament but not one she hadn't encountered before. Theft, deception, murder all came with the life of piracy no matter what treasures it brought with it. She had seen enough of it in her life to learn that each of those sins held a different level to which the crime was committed. Truth be told, she wasn't a saint either nor had she attempted to portray herself to be. Though she was not the demon the marines portrayed her to be she certainly had had her hands dirty. Hence why the Pirate King didn't even bat an eye at her son's confession.

Who was she to judge him when she was far worse?

However, what kind of killed he was referring to had yet to be decided it, after all don't people assume they died everytime they fall asleep their food?.

Rouge smiled softly "How about we confirm or deny it first?"

[thegettingbyp2]

Backstage

Aaron Tveit x reader SMUT

Watching Aaron in his shows has always been one of your favourite things to do. You loved how you could just see how much he loved being on stage. You had always enjoyed his shows but there was something about watching him in Moulin Rouge that just hit a little differently; perhaps it was the black leather coat and the ascot tied around his neck but you couldn’t help but be distracted throughout the whole performance, just staring at him. You knew that he could see that you were distracted from the subtle looks he was shooting you from onstage.

By the time Roxanne had come around, the only thing you were focused on was how good Aaron looked, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him; the way he looked and the way he sounded was absolutely perfect.

Once the show had finished, one of the ushers (knowing who you were) let you backstage so you could go and see Aaron. You knocked lightly on the door to his dressing room and it swung open to reveal a very sweaty, very shirtless, Aaron, still panting after having just run offstage.

‘Hey,’ he exclaimed, pulling you into the room and closing the door behind you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, ‘how did you like the show?’

‘I loved it! You were incredible, I just,’ you trailed off as your eyes ran over his body, taking in his appearance.

‘(Y/N), everything okay,’ Aaron asked, bringing your attention back to the present. You quickly snapped out of my trace and looked back at Aaron.

‘Yeah, everything’s fine, why?’

‘You just trailed off and then went into your own little world,’ he said, laughing lightly, ‘what were you going to say.’

You felt your cheeks heat up when you remembered what you was going to say and that was all Aaron needed to see; sometimes it was a curse of how well he could read your face. A smirk slowly worked its way onto his face as he stepped closer towards you, completely filling your personal space.

‘Did someone like what they saw tonight?’ You could only nod in response, words catching in your throat as Aaron put his hands against the door behind you, effectively trapping you between his arms. ‘You know I could see how distracted you were getting while I was onstage baby. You’re terrible at keeping a straight face.’ He said, ducking his head into your neck to pepper soft kisses on your skin, nipping with his teeth every now and then.

‘Aaron,’ you whimpered, ‘we can’t here. What if someone hears us or walks in?’

‘There’s no one else here,’ he mumbled, head still buried in your neck, his arms having dropped from the door to wrap around your body, holding you against him. ‘Everyone left as soon as the show finished to go for end of the week drinks, I told them we’d join them a bit later. We’re all alone baby.’

You couldn’t help the whimper escape your lips at the pet name which only made Aaron smirk against your skin and use the grip he had on your body to lift you up and move you to his dressing table, setting you down and stepping between your spread legs. His kisses moved up to your lips and you parted your lips straight away, allowing his tongue to dip into your mouth making him groan against you. Your hands came up to slide up his chest before settling around his shoulders.

His hands moved up your thighs, pushing the skirt of your dress up, growling slightly as he felt the crotch of your tights stop his hands from moving any further. This didn’t prove to be a problem for much longer as, before you knew it, he had hooked his fingers and ripped them right at the crotch, his hands quickly moving to brush gently against your panty covered core.

‘Why did you do that!?’ you protested half-heartedly, too wrapped up in the feel of Aarons hands on your body.

‘They were in the way,’ he said, looking up at you. His eyes had darkened considerably and that sent a shiver running up your spine. Aaron pressed himself impossibly closer to you and you felt the outline of his erection press against your covered pussy, grinding slightly as he let out a groan. ‘Baby, I can’t wait, okay? I’ll make it up to you when we get home,’ he said, quickly pushing his trousers and boxers down his legs far enough to free his cock before hooking his finger in the crotch of your panties, pulling them to the side as he lined up and pushed in.

You both let out a moan as he stopped when his hips were flush against yours, giving you time to adjust to him. His hand came up to brush through your hair before cupping your cheek.

‘You okay?’ he asked, breathing heavily, clearly doing everything he could to not thrust his hips until you gave the all clear.

‘Yeah. Aaron, please move,’ you begged as you clenched around him, making him swear under his breath as he began to push his hips in and out. The two of you had quickly set up a rhythm that had you both hovering on the edge quickly; your moans turning each of you on even more.

‘Fuck, (Y/N), you feel so fucking good,’ Aaron groaned as his head fell back into your neck. His hands were wrapped around your hips, pinning you in place and you knew that there would be bruises in the morning. Aaron’s hips sped up slightly which made you gasp against his mouth and you could feel Aaron’s smirk against your lips. ‘You close baby?’

You nodded, still panting against each others mouths. You didn’t notice his hand creeping down your body until his fingers started to dance on your clit, pushing you even closer to the edge which made you cling to Aaron’s body trying to ground yourself.

‘Come on, baby, let go for me, I’ve got you,’ he whispered in your ear and that was it. You felt yourself be flung over the edge and stars burst behind your eyes as Aaron rode you through your orgasm, following closely behind you.

You both stayed exactly where you were for a few moments as you let yourselves catch your breath. Aaron was the first to move, pulling out slowly before reaching over for something to clean you both up, pulling his trousers back up his legs. He then turned back to you, cupped your cheeks with both hands and leant in to press a small love-filled kiss to your lips, pulling away with a soft smile on his face.

‘I love you,’ you hummed after you’d jumped down from the table, straightening your dress back up, getting rid of the ruined tights. You walked over to Aaron, wrapping yourself in his arms once again as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

‘I love you too, did you want to head over to the bar and have a couple of drinks with the others or did you just want to go home and curl up in bed?’ he asked, the look in his eyes telling you that there was clearly an option that he preferred. You pretended to think about it for a while, making Aaron whine your name quietly and squeeze your tighter against him.

‘Shall we just head home, I’m pretty beat and you’re going to be shattered after tonight?’

Aaron’s shoulders slumped in relief as he gave a small chuckle, ‘that sounds perfect baby,’ he said as he grabbed both of your bags with one hand, taking your hand in his other as you turned the light out in the room and you both headed home.

[sukuna-thirst-trap]

https://sukuna-thirst-trap.tumblr.com/post/681332118103687168/i-have-three-drafts-of-sukuna-im-working-on-one

Hello! Geto slut here! Obsessed with your writing style hear me out- passionate goodbye sex from Geto before he goes rogue, like, jjk 0 movie rouge. We talking heavy praise, l bombs, body worship, sprinkles of size kink because daddy is a mountain that we’re trying to climb. Y/n doesn’t know why Suguru is putting his everything into each thrust but the stars are aligning the man bun is down it’s just them in the dark going at it and I need some water excuse me.

✧ Notes: 

If there is one man besides Sukuna that I simp for hard, it has to be Geto.

Thank you Anon, I shall unleash the ultimate smut within and bring forth some real juicy smut just for you and all Geto lovers out there.

Have some water, cause this ones going to get thirsty.

I hope I have done justice to this smutful piece.

Also that fact I have watched jjk0 and also read the particular manga parts involving Geto’s past, I am so going to go full ball here.

✧Word count:  5.8k

✧ Warnings:   Smut, fingering, oral, choking, betrayal, penetration, praise kink, jjk 0 spoilers, minor jjk spoilers [Gojo’s past arc]

            ✧18+ | Minors DNI✧

✧ Timeline: Prior to jjk0 events

Geto, the man was amazing in every single way, a sorcerer of his time besides Gojo. Not only did he have style with that hair bun and slight single thread of hair that dangled from his forehead, he also had a kind of killer smile that melted your heart.

That said smile might also be what got you extremely aroused a lot of the time when with him.

And also the fact he was a giant that towered over you. What more could you ask for in a man?

When you received the letter from Geto to meet him secretly at his apartment, your heart thumped deep within your chest. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you had put on the most black and red lacy undies you could find and ensured everything matched from there. Even your eye makeup had to be dark with a vibrant red.

If anything, Geto inspired you in the most lustful of ways. The man just did something to you that no one else could as you blushed and quickly put on a small black silky robe which seemed so casual that not only did it conceal your lustful matching set underneath, it also seemed fashionable even outside.

No one would suspect the things you wore underneath as you did the buttons up and picked up a few things before heading out.

Leaving your apartment you made your way swiftly down the steps, black heels clicking beneath your feet as you gracefully made your way to Geto’s apartment. Each step you took almost felt like you were being picked up off your feet by the wind and floating towards the man's arms.

God that smile, you mentally thought of Suguru as you smiled along the way.

Only when you reached the front of his doorway and raised your hand to knock, did you stop. 

It was like your heart was in your head, you could feel the pulsating sensation within your eardrums as you licked your lips and knocked on the door.

As if having already known your arrival, Geto opened the door with a gleeful smile on his face.

The way his ivory teeth showed, how his lips spread across his face, even the way his eyes looked at you, it was hard to say the man would ever consider anything murderous outside of his work involving sorcerers.

“ My Love!” Geto opened his arms and pulled you into him.

You face pressed against his chest feeling the defined muscle beneath his sorcerer uniform. The musky scent of his overwhelmed your nostrils as you took in a deep breath and clutched onto the man with all your strength.

Geto was tall, he was built well with the perfect body any man would dream of having.

Sweeping you off your feet you let out a faint giggle as Geto pulled you into his apartment and closed the door from any prying eyes. The aroma in the apartment was nice, like cinnamon. There was always something sweet on Geto as you leaned up on all tippy toes, buried your head into his neck and gently planted a kiss there.

Geto lowering down a bit to make it much easier on you. After all you were so much smaller than Geto himself, and even so you tried your hardest to practically climb him to plant kisses on his face, neck and anywhere possible.

It made him softly laugh as he blushed.

Caressing you with his tender hands, Geto stroked your hair and kissed your head.

A soft giggle escaped your lips, you could feel your lungs compress a bit, you struggled to breath a little too. How tight was Geto holding you right now? So tight it was almost as if the man was afraid to let you go and lose you forever.

“ Darling, you’ve got me, I’m not going anywhere” You say, cherishing his touches.

To this Geto let out a surprised hum and eased off the tight hug just a little bit, but he still held you in his arms. Pushing his head against your neck, Geto took in a long deep breath and let out a pleasured sigh. That perfume you wore always won him over, his eyes closed as he leaned against you as if time had stopped still and nothing was going to get in his way tonight.

Embracing Geto like this was really nice though. It was like hugging a big soft teddy bear, a very juicy one at that.

“ I love you so much” The words were soft, like a whisper against your ear as Geto spoke to you.

“ I love you too” You say back and kiss him on the cheek.

For a moment Geto chuckles, he was always so playful like this. How he smiled and closed his eyes at the same time. You truly were so lucky to have him in your life.

Just like an sorcerer, Geto wore his uniform almost non-stop. Big baggy plants, a button up black long sleeved shirt. Someday you swore you would try to get him into a suit. That was a promise you made yourself.

However you understood that Geto had a serious role to play as one of the strongest Sorcerers. Many called him a special grade, you didn’t fully understand that kind of talk, but you always listened to Geto. Always loved hearing his soft and gentle voice against your ear, late at night where conversations can be had in peace.

It made you blush being with someone like this. The amount of times Gojo and Geto had both fought over you in past years seemed childish but a little enjoyable, you had to admit. Yet being all Getos was perfect.

The man had won you over that one time at a fair, you just didn’t know how to explain it besides a picture perfect story book situation. A sunny day, a carousel ride, and he even won you a cute plushie to top it off.

You both just fell into pace with one another, your minds almost similar. Your cute dates at the dinner, cafe or small corner restaurants were endless. Your relationship with Geto was perfect, the perfect dream, the perfect lover.

A sudden smack to your ass brought you back to reality as you giggled and drew a hand to your mouth with a bit of embarrassment as you finally let go of Geto.

“ Sorry Geto, I was just dreaming of all the things we are going to do.” You were bashful as you playfully jabbed Geto in the shoulder with a gentle fist bump.

“ Why Dream when we can do? “ Doing the action back to you, but maybe a little more softer, Geto smiled with the utmost joy.

Gleeful would be how you would describe Geto. All the time he was always gleeful. It brightened your day even when the clouds and thunderstorms threatened a nice day. Geto always made you smile, always made you so happy.

Deep within the Curse user was a lot of emotions, emotions he had learned to mask very well the past few months. 

Ever since that situation involving the star plasma vessel.

One thing he never regretted though, was dating you, holding you and spoiling you in every single way possible. What he would regret was what came tomorrow.

Geto pushed those thoughts aside as he gestured for you to follow him further inside his apartment. Leading you into the bedroom, his soft smile always teetering on that devious side.

There was always such a playful and carefree feeling about Geto as he grabbed you by the hips and swung you onto the bed. Gently. 

Geto never attempted to force anything, your makeouts were always slow and gentle. Tonight seemed a bit different, there was a longing in his eyes as you beckoned him to join you on the bed.

Pressing one knee between your legs, Geto leaned over the top of you, his hands either side of your head. The closeness of this man made you all the more excited as you raised your hands to his hair and undid that hair bun of his.

Cascading down and over his face was his long, luscious black hair. Giggling at your actions, Geto leaned down and gently kissed your lips. So soft and sweet, he tasted like mint and sea salt. You lashed your tongue out across his lips, wanting entrance into his mouth which he did not resist.

As his tongue danced against yours, a sweet moan came from your lips. Folding your hands behind his neck, you pulled him down and against you, feeling the whole of his weight atop of your chest.

Even though Geto supported his weight carefully with his hands, Geto still made sure you also got that pleasured desire you wanted so badly.

“ Geto” You break the kiss “ Why are you so fucking hot?” You bashfully blush as you lick your lips taking in that taste of his.

“ Awe my love, because I am like a god? ” Teasing you back with a subtle shrug of the shoulders, Geto planted a sneaky kiss on your cheeks.

It made you laugh, how sneaky and quick he always was. His eyes began to wander over your body, a single hand moved over your chest and down to your waist where the small sash belt was.

“ Can I unwrap you now? “ Almost begging, Geto let out a low chuckle. 

“ I’m all yours baby” You wrap your legs around his waist.

The heat from between your legs was so hot right now, you just wanted him to fuck you to you collapse. 

“ But first” You place a hand to his chest and push him back a bit. “ Why don’t you sit down and let me do the work for you” Gently you tap the tip of his nose.

There was never any need to please one more than the other, but you wanted tonight to be just a little bit special with how loving and adoring Geto was being. Obliging your request, Geto sat back and moved to the side of you so he rested now on the edge of the bed sitting up right.

“ My oh my, are you putting on a show? “ His smile beamed almost from ear to ear as he spoke.

“ Maybe, baby” You stand up and turn your back to him, looking at him from over your shoulder.

Even though Geto was sitting down, the man was still a giant compared to you. It made you blush again realizing that major height difference between both of you was very much significant.

Carefully you undo the sash, even if your body protested and just wanted to get fucked right away, you also couldn’t help but playing into Geto’s ego. 

The man loved attention, he loved when you were on your knees and begging for him. So why not give into his sinful desires all the more?

Dropping the black silky robes, you exposed your back and turned swiftly on your heels to face Geto. His face flushed a bright red as he took in your features. So beautiful and soft, the man wanted to reach out and touch you, kiss you, and mostly fuck you.

An erection was slowly bulging from his pants at the sudden display of your bare body as he crossed his legs over each other. What a gentleman, he truly was trying to be anyway.

“ Don’t be shy babe!” You coo to him as you approach.

Taking in your matching attire, Geto purred sweetly as you came closer and closer, your scent overwhelming to his nostrils now.

Getting on your knees, you place a hand over his knee and gently push it aside as Geto parted his legs once more to reveal that bulge of his. God it stuck out, you just wanted to tear the fabric away from his body and wrap your tongue around his member.

 Admiring the bulge in his pants, you run your hands over the area and hear him softly moan. Of course you couldn’t be too slutty now, you wanted to tease Geto a little more. Make him want you so badly.

“ Ah! You always have to tease me” Geto said in a low tone.

Leaning back his body a little as it gave you more access, you found the buckle to his pants and undid them with much ease. After all you did have practice with Geto doing such things, sometimes in public at late night when no one was around.

Pulling back the fabric of his pants, you watched as his cock bounced out from the folds of fabric, excited to see you.

“ My you're so big” You purr as you run your hands over his cock feeling the twitch of the member.

Countless times you had seen his cock, but damn every time you were amazed by it.

Closer, you place your face, your eyes darting up to Geto’s keeping eye contact. His face was bright red, just like your own, as he gasped at your touch and warm breath that touched his cock.

God it drove him wild as he let out a low hum sound in delight. Begging for more no doubt.

Flicking your tongue out, you stroke the tip of his head tasting the sweetness of his precum. Like honey it was. You loved to tease Geto, but the man could only wait so long as you took his cock within your mouth and began to suck.

Moving your tongue in a circular motion and bobbing your head up and down, your hand found his balls and gently stroked them with care. 

This was what made Geto so wild, you heard him softly say fuck under his breath, his eyes lolling back and his leg tapping with excitement.

Never keeping the pace the same you sucked his cock hard that it twitched in your mouth, slow then fast, then slow again. You always kept Geto on his feet as he huffed and felt his cock come closer to ejaculation.

You always knew how to make the man cum fast and hard, but you didn’t want that, not just yet.

Withdrawing your mouth, you look up at Geto, a small string of saliva dripping down your mouth.

“ You want more baby? “ You ask, already knowing the answer.

“ Only if you let me spank that ass of yours for teasing” Tormenting you back, Geto snapped his hand around your cheeks, pushing in your face.

Like a doll, your lips pursed out and you softly chuckled.

His hand brought you up and to your feet causing you to be eye level with Geto. His cock twitched with desire wanting more.

“ Turn around,” Geto says seductively.

You obeyed his command as he let go of your face, you turned around and bent over, exposing your ass and showing off that fancy lacy g-string of yours.

“ So beautiful, I can smell how wet you already are” Geto says as he examines your beautiful sensitive area with delight, licking his lips.

A soft and gentle stroke, you felt Geto’s hand run over your rump as he stood up. Then a hard slap comes to your ass. So hard you almost felt the force push you forward a little, you only chuckle and look over at him. Raising your brows as if to say ‘well?’

Another smack, Geto really enjoyed this as he placed his hands over your hips and rubbed his cock against you. Your back arched at such teasing touches, you felt his hot sticky precum run over your skin as he moved his cock gently up and down knowing this drove you wild for more.

You teased him so naturally, Geto was going to tease you back.

His cock having pushed aside the small g-string you wore just for him. After all you wanted to make it easier access for Geto.

Your sensitive area was burning hot red, you wanted him inside of you and inside of you now! 

“ Not just yet” As if having read your mind, Geto gave another hard slap to your ass and pushed the tip of his cock in just a tiny bit, enough to make you gasp at the sensation and thickness of his head pushing into your wet pussy.

Small little thrusts inside of you made you feel light headed as you tried your best not to moan just yet, wanting to save that for later. You heard Geto let out a relieved sigh as he watched his cock dip into your folds of skin and become coated with your juices.

However even Geto knew if he kept going he would end up shoving his whole cock inside of you. He couldn’t have that, not just yet. The moment had to last, Geto told himself, he wanted it to last.

For both of your sakes.

Having teased you back and feeling satisfied, Geto pull his arms around you and forced you to stand up right as he pulled the tip of his cock out.

“ I think maybe the dining room table would be best for this” Geto chuckled as he pushed you forward, guiding you towards the dining room area.

Mind you everything in his apartment was super top quality, like some amazing rich man living in his own personal penthouse.

Bending you over the tabletop, you looked over your shoulder and watched Geto admire you from afar. How vulnerable you were to him, it made him a little crazy.

A fingertip reached down and stroked your folds, rubbing that extremely sensitive bud of a clit you had. Circular motions made it around your clit as you, thus creating a burst of pleasure from within you.

Pulling away his hand, Geto raised his fingertip and licked it, tasting your juices before he leaned down and planted a kiss on your back.

“ I love you” The faintest whisper came from his lips.

Barely audible to your own ears.

Stroking himself, Geto pushed his hips against your ass, you felt his hot tender cock begin to once more rub up and down against your skin, you ached for more.

Coating his erection with your fluids that dripped from your pussy. Rubbing it between the folds as you gasped and gripped the tabletop. 

Dipping the tip of his head inside of you suddenly, you gasped feeling a gush of wetness escape your pussy. By this point you were drenched wet enough as it was and it was this which made Geto so excited. Watching you beg and moan for his touch.

The tip of his head stretched the entrance of your pussy, you heard Geto softly moan in relation to your tightness.

Feeling your warm juices on his cock, that pulsating feeling of your pussy as he gently thrusted into you, inch by inch. Geto forced his cock in a little bit until his thick head was rubbing nicely against your g-spot.

Teasing him back, you clench your muscle walls around his cock, feeling his erection twitch and a slight jolt from Geto followed by a little chuckle.

“ Someones been practicing. “ You hear him praise you.

Arching your back, like a cat in heat, demanding more. You wanted to give Geto all the best access to all the sweet spots within you. His pleasant smile lit up across his face as you held your ass firmly in his hands.

You felt a snap as Geto tore your g-string off, you wanted to protest but damn it was kind of hot having him ravage you like this. Sweet and gentle but with a touch of wildness to him.

Then without warning he drove his cock deep inside of you. Making you take the full length of his cock. Loudly you gasp as you exhale all the air within your lungs with surprise.

“ Good girl!, taking all of me in like that” Another praise, you felt Geto slap your ass again.

Such little praises kind of made you feel rather slutty in such a good way. 

“ Anything for you, baby” You sweetly say, rocking your hips a bit against his cock.

Of course you loved it, Geto being balls deep as he pushed his cock gently against the inside of you, against your cervix. Moving your hips only made his cock move a small bit, but Geto couldn’t let you have all the fun just yet.

“ Be a good girl for me, let me have some fun first” Geto laced the words with pure pleasure.

There was nothing better than being teased and pushed to the edge.

Biting your bottom lip, you let Geto tease you just a bit more before he pulled his cock out almost fully only to drive it back in hard and fast.

Again and again, his thrusts made you get pushed forward. A good idea to use the table, as you gasped from the sudden shock. Each thrust felt like Geto was putting something strong into it.

Like a pent up rage he couldn’t talk about. Geto knew you had no idea about what was going on behind the curtain, but god it felt so good to smash his dick this hard inside of you.

Geto seemed so unrelenting, holding you tightly by the hips to keep you in place. Wild black hair swaying back and forth as Geto gasped out in unison to your moans. 

Such hard, fast thrusts were causing that swelling feeling to build up as you felt an orgasm starting to take over. Your body feeling all kinds of tingles, your clit pulsating, your body feeling as if you no longer had full control of it.  

Geto’s balls smashing into you, hitting your clit causing to stimulate it with the use of his fingertips.

“ Awe look at that, you're already cuming for me. So beautiful” You felt him dip a hand down and stroke you gently on the clit only to pull his hand back and draw it to his mouth once more.

Your hands clenched, digging into the wooden tabletop as you let out a loud moan, all the air within your lungs leaving you as you emitted an audible scream of pleasure. Fluids came rushing out from within you as you squirted onto Geto’s cock. Really fucking hard.

Breathlessly you tried to keep up with Geto’s pace, bouncing your ass to his pace.

Shameless, Geto loved that about you during these moments. In the dark of the night where no one could see either of you. What was more romantic about that?

Pushing his cock in hard against your walls, your ass slapped against Getos hips as he continued to thrust. Never before had he seemed this wild, so lustful. 

Slapping your ass once more, there was much more strength to Geto. Even his hand that gripped tightly onto your hip was sure to leave a bruise in the morning.

Truthfully you liked that. These secretly little markings he left behind.

Geto’s cock twitched inside of you and he suddenly stopped, pulling out without warning making you gasp in surprise. Geto sounded breathless as you looked over to him.

There wasn’t much time to comprehend what was going on when suddenly Geto moved you around atop the table.

Strong hands grabbed you as Geto swiftly forced you onto your back, feeling the cool of the table top. Without so much as a guided hand, Geto drove his cock deep into your wetness as you spread your legs for him.

Your hands feverishly grabbing onto his forearms digging in to his flesh beneath his uniform.

“Geto” You moan sweetly.

The man watches you, he never comes down and kisses you, not once. It was different, there was a longing to each hard thrust as he pounded inside of you. 

His eyes spoke something to you that words couldn’t describe. Geto needed you, at this very moment he really badly needed you. 

If fucking you till your both out of breath was his way of dealing with whatever it was, then so be it. You would let him take you to pound town anytime.

Without warning, you orgasmed again, a happiness flooding you, making your brain go numb and foggy to any other thoughts. Coming all over his cock Geto takes a sharp breath in and smiles. His hand suddenly comes over your throat and gives a gentle squeeze.

Being choked by Geto wasn’t a strange thing, you rather enjoyed being breathless. The man knew how to carefully do it without actually inflicting pain. 

Your body bounced against his, his thrusts full of such force it was so hard to tell if it was natural or cursed energy burning away.

“ You like that, don’t you? “ His cock pushed hard against your inside once more as you gasped in response.

A subtle nod of the head, you let Geto know it was perfectly ok. The man wouldn’t continue on otherwise. 

Even with such harsh and sharp thrusts, you tightened your walls and your legs and heard Geto gasp in response, almost buckling over from such sheer force on his cock.

This time it was his turn to be brought over the edge.

Of course he knew what you were doing to him, your fluids gushing out and onto his cock and down his thighs as well as your own.

“ You really are a dirty slut for my cock, aren’t you?” His hand tightened around your throat only to pull it away and allow you to breathe once more.

Such dirty talk really got you going, you licked your lips and wrapped your arms around Geto as you bounced on his cock.

Geto want this to last as long as possible, holding you in his arms while fucking you as hard as he can. Your weight forcing Geto to be balls deep, what a thrilling experience that was.

 You couldn’t help yourself, you were a dirty whore for Geto, you moaned louder and louder that someone was probably going to put in a noise complaint.

His name rolling out of your mouth as if you were singing in a choir.

Then with all his strength, Geto pulled away from the table balancing you completely on his body.

Against his chest you felt the beating of his heart. So fast and strong, you leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Geto was so wonderful and lustful, in the heated moment of the kiss you forget all sense of reality, biting his bottom lip as he moaned at such a devious action.

You wanted to scream louder but your throat felt parched. Your body and mind was so over bored in ecstasy you didn’t know what was happening. Then you felt your back against the carpet as Geto pushed you down onto the ground, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he continue to relentlessly fuck you into the ground.

“ I’m going to cum inside you” He whispers in your ear, it excites you all the more.

Clenching your walls around his cock, you softly manage to giggle in the process, you knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, not against your pussy when you tightened like this.

Loud moans and gasps came from Geto as he breathlessly panted, sweat dripping down his face.

His lips enclosed over yours in a fierce motion as he thrusted so hard that his balls smashed into your ass and finally unloading all that pent up cum.

Hot and sticky, you flicked your tongue out and rolled your eyes back at the divine sensation that filled you up. Being filled up like this made you orgasm as you squirted onto his cock, breathless and at this point very much exhausted. 

Both Geto and yourself would need time to recover before attempting a round two, but something about Geto didn’t seem that way. He held onto you, gently planting kisses down your neck. It was like a long lost longing even though you weren’t going anywhere.

Was he afraid of something?

You weren’t quite sure as you kissed him back softly now.

For a while you spasmed on his cock, your pussy tightening with each and every little one as you let out the faintest of giggles. Geto really enjoyed this the most. Watching you cum so hard from being filled and yet so exhausted you probably didn’t know what was up and what was down anymore.

Allowing you the time to finally come back from such an overloading orgasm, Geto continued to softly thrust inside of you, keeping his cock rock hard just for you.

“ Geto…” You manage to say weakly.

“ Let me suck you off and clean that mess up I’ve made” You plant a sweet tender kiss on his lips.

Feeling how raw you had dug your teeth into your lips, there was a slight painful sensation. A bit of paw paw on the lips would work well later. But right now you wanted to let Geto know he was your whole world.

Even Geto found himself in a dazed state after sex as he softly laughed and sat back, pulling his cock out with care this time.

You sat up and bent over, you licked and sucked at his cock with such tender care knowing how sensitive he was over such an overwhelming experience. He gasped and jolted a bit with each and every time you flicked your tongue out.

Cleaning up his cum with your mouth, you gave one final gentle suck before pulling away from his cock. Like giving a sweet tender kiss to a lover as a final farewell. 

“ God you're so beautiful” Geto manages to say as he pulls you into his arms.

Gently you stroke his hair as he did yours. Such tender and sweet touches, Geto always made sure you got the best aftercare.

Despite his weakened state, Geto had an idea and sat up.

“ Let me help you clean up” Geto held his hand out as you gently placed your much smaller petite hand in his.

Helping you up and off the floor, Geto brought you into his luxurious bathroom and ran a hot bath.

Every moment he could hold you in his arms, he did. You took a hot bath together, cleaned each other up and washed away any sweat that might have remained. 

Geto wanted to stay like this forever, but even he knew that wasn’t possible. Time was against both of you, more so for him.

At some point, you couldn’t tell when. Geto got you out of the bathtub and helped dry you off.

You felt the softness of the mattress and felt like you were floating.

Pulled into his arms, you pressed your forehead against Getos and looked into his eyes with such kind hearted love.

“ Someday I want to marry you” Sweetly the words come from his mouth as he draws in a long deep breath.

Marriage wasn’t something either of you had talked about, but you had to admit you didn’t mind the idea either. You kiss him atop his head, the taste of his sweat now on your lips.

“ To be all yours? I’d love that. You can surprise me with a ring any day my love” You plant a kiss atop his nose.

You listen to him softly laugh at your gentle affections.

Looking into each other's eyes, you both laid in silence stroking one another, kissing every now and then until you both fell asleep into a long deep slumber.

When the sunshine came through the window sill, you rubbed your eyes and recognized yourself laying neatly in his bed, letting out a giggle as you yawned and stretched out. 

The smell of Geto was still in the air as you looked around for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

No where!

You pouted and cuddled up to a pillow thinking he had just gone on a mission in the early morning.

That happened quite a lot if you were to admit to it.

Must have been urgent. You fall asleep once more only to wake again and realize Geto was not back yet. Guess it really was an important mission then.

You cleaned up in the apartment and got dressed. enjoyed a brisk shower and returned back to your little home.

Maybe, you thought, just to call Geto and tell him how amazing last night was, but it went straight to voice message.

You didn’t think anything of it.

The next day the same thing, and again and again. For a week, you began to feel sick and concerned. Your stomach churning as you knew in your heart something terrible had happened.

And then finally that day came.

A knock at the door, you thought it was Geto as you danced towards the doorway and opened it, a gleeful experience across your face.

Gojo stood before you, his glasses loosely sat on his face towards the end of his nose. His head lowered and his posture appeared slumped. 

Immediately your heart dropped as Gojo pulled a letter out from his pocket.

“ He’s gone…” You heard Gojo fight back the tempting idea of crying, a tear was all that trailed down his face.

Gulping back a nervous lump of saliva, you took the letter and looked at it before looking back at Gojo.

“ You don't mean that…You dont…” Your mind refused to accept this.

Whether death or something else, Geto wasn’t the type to just up and leave. Not without you!

“ I’m sorry” Gojo said and slightly bowed. “ I really am…I tried to stop him from leaving…I really did…but all he left behind was this letter addressed to you” Those last words didn’t make sense.

Where would Geto go? Why would he leave? Why did Gojo try to stop him?

Your heart felt like it was in your throat. You didn’t know if you wanted to be sick or pass out.

Gojo turned and left as you watched the white haired man's back slowly disappear. You did your best to fight back the tears but it was pointless.

A swelling sensation filled your throat, like a sudden tightness as you closed the door and collapsed to the ground. 

Quivering hands feebly opened the letter.

Everything was explained, you cried, you cried and scrambled and banged your hands against the ground.

That was why he really fucked you so hard and made you cum so good.

Geto had gone rogue…He had left Jujutsu high, left the sorcerer society behind and all for what? 

Geto wanted to make the world a better place, he was doing the right thing, you tell yourself again over and over trying to make it sink into your brain more and more.

As if it was acceptable.

He called humans monkeys, but not you, you were different, the light in the darkness was what he said you were.

Why couldn’t he have kept you by his side?

 It was simple, because keeping you by his side meant having a bounty on your head and it also meant being hunted down by the likes of Gojo.

Your heart broke, you knew Geto was trying to keep you safe but why did it have to hurt so badly?

You understood, even if you hated it. Stagger to the lounge you grabbed one of the uniform tops you had pinched from Geto not long ago.

You pulled the fabric to your face and cried into it. All you had left was this…all you had left were those memories and the letter.

[angelguk]

dedicated to the lovely @himboksj​ happy (very late almost criminally late) bday present! so whew... there’s a lot happening in this one! return of jock!jk and his wonderful girl oc now featuring!!: squirting, creampie, oral (fem receiving), mild choking, biting, boobs in face!!, anime tiddy mentions, praise kink galore, multiple orgasms, the use of a vibrator, jaykay is sick actually, over-stimulation, mild spit kink, dommish!jk, (redacted) pet name, mentions (and watching) of porn, everybody is in love and horny, crying cause the dick too good, fingering but not really. 5k of words that should have never left my brain. listen to continuum & nothing without you by tanerelle (kindly check masterlist for the pretty boy drabble mini masterlist if you want to read the rest of this au!)

Jeongguk didn’t mean to go snooping through your things. It was 100% accidental. He just remembered that you kept some athletic tape in your drawers because Jeongguk usually needed to wrap his knee or ankle after practice and you ensured that he always had some near (in case he came crashing at yours instead of going back to his dorm after Coach brutalised him during drills). And, anyway, you were at a point in your relationship where Jeongguk didn’t necessarily feel the need to outright ask you if he could poke around your drawers. Of course, he respected your space, but it’s not like he wasn’t nosy when you were best friends. You were in the shower too, he didn’t want to bang on the door and ask where you kept the tape.

Imagine his surprise when he reached the final drawer in your dresser, idly rummaging around for the blue athletic tape he knows is buried somewhere, and his fingers latch around a silky cloth instead. He knew what it was immediately, the shape a dead give-away. A discreet bullet vibrator, stuffed under your unnecessarily large collection of fluffy winter socks. Perhaps he stopped breathing, the twitch in his loose workout shorts undeniable. He’s not surprised that you own one and yet, his brain can’t fathom you using it. Even now, Jeongguk’s still growing used to seeing you come undone around his length, the feeling of your walls tight on his cock as your mumble his name. It drives him mad. He’s seen you in every kind of state; sobbing hysterically, laughing until tears slip from your pretty eyes, stumbling drunk in the streets, eyebrows furrowed with anger at him, that soft tiny grin you grant him on good days, the pout your lips settle into when you don’t get your way. He never fathomed he’d ever see you in that way, skin flushed with heat, eyes cloudy with ecstasy, your heat pressed against his own. He finds new ways to fall in love with you every day but it reaches new heights when he’s deep inside of you. Maybe he’s mildly obsessed with seeing you unravel, but that’s a secret he keeps to himself.

He does take a peek at your toy though, a soft velvet-like purple vibrator. It’s cute actually, something you would definitely purchase. But then the sound of water hitting the shower tiles slows down and Jeongguk swiftly tucks the toy back into your drawers.

“Oh?” You say when you open the door to him standing stiff in your room. The steam from the shower wraps around your figure in gentle wisps, sunlight filtering in from the window behind you, the image of an innocent angel appearing right before his eyes. “You’re here.”

“Practise ended early,” Jeongguk returns, his gaze trailing the droplets of water that slip down your skin. You smell good, just like that vanilla and peach shower gel that you dearly love. And the towel hiding your body is loose. It’s not his fault that he’s hard in his pants. When he moves to hug you, your face contorts, a downward tug at your lips that Jeongguk longs to change with a kiss.

“I’m wet,” you whine, brushing past him. “Go shower, you always stink after practise.”

He huffs, strong arms catching your fleeing figure and quickly wrapping you into his chest. “No. Don’t want to. I missed you and you can’t even hug me? You’re so mean to me.”

“Guk-” Jeongguk cuts that complaint with his face in your neck, lips colouring your skin rouge with a kiss that intends to leave a mark. “You can’t,” you mumble, but your fingers settle on the nape of his neck, tangling in the growing strands of his hair. “I have to get to work soon.”

“It won’t take long,” Jeongguk returns, feathering kisses across your skin as he nudges you to the bed. “I promise. Let me do this, I’ve missed you, bunny.”

Your towel is discarded somewhere in the amble to your sheets, your thighs wrapped around Jeongguk’s face a second later. He watches your body carefully, teasing your clit with purpose before he allows himself to slip his tongue deep. He notes the twitches in your thighs, the way your buck your hips against his face. He ignores his desire, for the time being, nose buried at the apex of your cunt, tongue covered in your slick, his lips latched on your clit. You like it fast, purposeful sharp flicks that make you squirm until Jeongguk has to pin your hips down, the lave on your heat brutal. His brain can’t help but wonder how you’d behave with your toy grazing your clit and his cock burrowed deep. You’re so sensitive, response to even the softest kiss he lays on your cunt. Would you be wetter than this? You’re already dripping down his face, his mouth glistening with your desire. But he wants to see if you can do more than this, squirm more than this, make a bigger mess than this. The thought surfaces as he feels your body lock, the tension in your limbs drawn high as your hands reach for his. You cum on his face with your fingers intertwined, his name falling from your lips as the afternoon sunlight hits your skin. It’s then and there that Jeongguk decides, with his mouth wet from your release, he’s going to see you squirt one day. For him and him alone.

He waits for the moment to naturally strike, silently scheming wicked thoughts every time you crawl into his sheets. It happens one evening, an empty bottle of wine at the foot of your bed and hentai porn playing brazenly on his laptop screen. Somewhere between downing the bottle and cuddling in his sheets Jeongguk had mentioned an uncanny resemblance between your gigantic chest and the anime boobies he’d grown fond of since his introduction to hentai. You’d immediately dismissed him, whacking him hard on the head and then Jeongguk had to prove it to you, opening his favourite website and pulling up a video that had your jaw-dropping.

“Your boobs do that, you know,” he says. Which grants him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?” He can tell you’re not annoyed, but there’s a lilt in your voice that makes him pause, doe eyes flicking to your face. You may be kicking him under the blankets but your eyes are stuck to the video, a distance glaze colouring your gaze. He can tell by the way your thighs draw together that you’re not as averse to this as you pretend to be.

“Turn it off,” you mumble.

“Why? I can tell that you like it.”

“Jeon, I’m not joking.” There’s a glare paired with that sentence, but he reads right through it.

“Fine,” Jeongguk offers, fingers already typing what’s been on his mind since the day he discovered your vibrator.

“What are you—oh.”

There’s a quiet lull. He clicks on a video that’s more familiar to him than he’ll ever willingly admit out loud. It starts the way Jeongguk prefers it to, with a man on his knees, his head buried between the thighs of a girl.

“What are you doing, Guk?” A warning. A question. Jeongguk is not sure what you mean by that and he’s too hesitant to take a look at your face to decipher the tone in your voice just yet. He takes the jump instead, hoping you don’t mind the fantasies of his mind.

“Have you ever squirted?” Somewhere between the exchange of words in Jeongguk's room, the man on his laptop screen slipped two fingers into the girl. It doesn’t help that your boobs are falling right out of your loose camisole, resting right on his bare arm.

“Jeongguk,” you return. “Answer my question.”

“Answer mine first,” he looks at you then, trying hard to read your eyes. There’s no heat in your face, just an innocence that colours your features. Wide eyes, your legs draw together, a hard swallow that he sees in the low lights that illuminate the room.

“No,” you say, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “So why are you showing me squirting porn?”

It’s then that Jeongguk realises he wants to ruin you. As horribly cliché as it sounds, he longs for that. And the urge for it doubles when your gaze falters, flicking quickly for the screen before drifting back to his. The couple is still fucking on his screen, hard quick loud thrusts that travel to the pit in his stomach fast. He’s hard in his briefs, a painful throb ebbing through his length when your hand drops to his chest.

“Guk?”

He shuts the laptop, the moans cut off, a heated silence taking its place. The bed feels too big when he gets up, ignoring the confused look you give him.

The vibrator is exactly where he left it, oddly comforting because it means you don’t use it. You have him after all. But he needs the toy for tonight.

“What? Guk? What’s go—when did you find that?” You’re embarrassed, he knows it from the way you squirm under the blanket. He glances down at it, finger pressing the switch that turns it on. A quick run through shows ten decent vibrators at different levels, it’s rather intense even in his hands, the low buzz that it emits filling the room forbidding before he shuts it off.

“A couple of weeks ago,” he says. You groan, your head dropping into your hands.

“Put it away, Guk! And don’t go through my stuff ever again.”

“Why? I think it’s cute.”

“Cu—what is the point of this, Jeongguk? I don’t get what you’re trying to do?” And there you go, staring at him with those wide ingenuous eyes. So trusting, so clueless. He draws closer then, considers taking his underwear off so you can see just what you do to him. But when your gaze drops he halts. It’s not about him tonight. It’s about you.

The bed dips under the weight of his as he says it, the toy still in his hands. “I want to see if you can squirt.” He sees the way your back stiffens, the raise in your brow.

“I’ve never done that,” you splutter, falling back as Jeongguk crawls over you.

“I know. But you can.”

“I can’t, Guk. I don’t think I can.” Your pretty lips are drawn into a reluctant pout, but there’s a bright curiosity sparking through your gaze that Jeongguk knows all too well.

“See, you don’t think you can. You said that before. And then I made you cum five times in a row.”

“No that was different—”

“We’re just seeing if you can. We don’t have to if you don’t want to but I think it’d be fun to try.”

You pause, trying to ignore the heat blooming between your legs as you weigh the decision before you. There were times when you thought you were about to, an edge in your orgasms that felt dangerous. But your body never let you go there fully, drawing back from your slipped from heights you couldn’t handle. You can tell Jeongguk won’t grant you the same precautions. His eyes a dark, toeing a line that feels forbidding. The covers are gently pulled from you, Jeongguk staying silent as you ponder. But the moment the cool night air hits your skin you know what he’s asking for. It’s a strange level of vulnerability, a bareness that makes your skin prickle. He wants something that you’ve never given anyway else — not even yourself. It’s a lot to ask for and his directness makes you pause. The hesitation crumbles when his hand settles on your thigh, wide warm palm gently nudging your clasped legs apart.

“We really don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Jeongguk says, honey eyes locked on you. You know he’s being honest; he wouldn’t push it if you said no. And yet, something twists in your stomach. You want this. The realisation is sudden and you don’t know if it’s because of how perfect Jeongguk looks tonight. Chestnut curls a messy halo on his head and his shirt hanging loose from his broad shoulders. Or maybe it’s how he looks at you as if this is the only he’s ever really wanted in the world. As if you’re the only thing he’s ever really wanted.

“I want to—I mean I want to try.” You let yourself fall open then, something clicking as Jeongguk slots right against you perfectly, your sleeping shorts bunching up when his hips roll with intent. His lips land on your neck a moment later, a kiss so soft that you don’t feel it at first, lost in the way he hits your clit when he bucks into you. Jeongguk draws you back with a bite, one sharp enough to leave you gasping, your back arching from the sheets. He lets his hands slip under then, the vibrator momentarily forgotten as he maps your skin, lips feather-light once more, kisses gentle enough to leave you delirious.

“So good to me,” Jeongguk mumbles, eyes drifting to your lips. He draws close then, mouth fitting yours in a dreamlike perfectness. It’s flavoured with wine and want, a clear hunger in how he parts your lips. The hands that grip you are hard but his lips are gentle, savouring the taste of you against his mouth as if he wants to commit it to memory. The softness of the act has your skin tingling, bright and wild yet slow like the turning of the Sun. When you part, the air is different — charged, the current that swims through the atmosphere finding a home in your body as it settles in the depth of your gut. Jeongguk doesn’t give you time to ponder, mouth trailing from the corner of your lips to the hollow of your neck where he bites. It hurts enough to shock your senses, sweeping you back from the heavenly haze to the alarming reality of what he’s about to do to you. Your whimper hits the air as his tongue presses into the mark, painting your skin dark. A pointed reminder. You’d thought Jeongguk would be possessive, but sometimes he surprises you with it. The purposeful touches, the harsh bruises he likes to leave high on your neck. Or anywhere on your body, really. There are times he’d press his fingertips into them when you’re willing enough to let him choke you, the flash in your eyes spurring his hips forward.

For now, he busies himself with breathing a new one to life, one you know he’ll play with tomorrow — or later tonight if you give him the chance. Your brain can’t think that fair, zoning out as his mouth works a claim on your skin. Eager fingertips are drifting down your thighs, brushing past the band of your sleeping shorts. It’s expected that you’re already wet, but Jeongguk delights in his find with a muted moan in your neck. His fingers don’t go further though, grazing light against the damp fabric of your underwear. The swivel of your hips is automatic but Jeongguk quickly stills it with a hard press of his palm into your skin. You’re forced into the mattress, freezing when he finally wanders from your neck to your chest. So slow, wet lips idly trailing until his face lands between your chest.

“Gukkie,” you hadn’t realised how gone you already sounded until you spoke, voice wavering. He hums in response, non-committal, his hands shifting from your hips as he focuses on freeing you from your top so he can get your boobs in his mouth.

“Don’t tease me today.” You’re trying to sound firm, pliantly raising your arms so he can get you bare. But that firmness shrinks when your eyes land on his. So dark in the dwindling moonlight bleeding through your half-open blinds.

“Why?” There’s that smile of his, one corner hung higher than the either. You’ve sunk yourself in a sea brimming with sharks. “You sound cute when you whine, bunny.”

“Jeong — fuck.” There’s no point in protesting when he’s buried himself between your chest, tongue already toying with your nipple. Too many guys before him had misunderstood how to touch you there, but Jeongguk knew — he had learned. Studied your body so that he knows when to nip or kiss, shifting from pain to pleasure until the line blurred and so did your vision, until the only sound filling the room are harsh breaths and the quiet murmur of his name. Your hands eventually stray to his head, the heat in your core demanding attention as you guide him down. Jeongguk complies, not because he doesn’t want to tease you any further, but because he loves tasting you too much to ever say no.

The sight he finds sends an ache down his length, already hard but now leaking into the fabric of his grey sweats. You spread yourself so easily for him, light pink panties coloured dark with your wetness.

“Cute,” Jeongguk whispers, falling naturally into his place between your legs. It wasn’t meant to grace the air, but he’s glad it did when he notes the bashful smile tugging at your lips and how you twist to shift your head into the pillows the closer he gets. Which, honestly, makes him pause. He wants you to watch, needs you to. Something in the base of his brain needing constant affirmation that he’s making you feel good driving his next set of movements.

The hand on your chin is unexpected and adamant. You can’t help but give in, wide-eyed when Jeongguk forces your gaze onto him. “Need you to look bunny, can you do that for me?” The nod you give him is instinctual, heat blossoming in your bones when Jeongguk smiles, satiated and proud. Perhaps you should have put up more of a fight, but how could have known what he would do with only the tender touches he’d lift as your guide. Even the quick kiss he plants on your clothed cunt revealed nothing of what’s to come. So gentle as he pulls he fabric down your hips, discarding it somewhere in the sheets, his eyes never leaving the wetness on your lips.

“My pretty girl,” he says, nipping the inside of your thigh. You squirm at that, futile because Jeongguk just held you closer. “All mine, right bunny?”

“All yours,” you return, voice far and your mind slipping from your hands. Jeongguk apparently takes that to heart because he devours you, nose burrowed in the apex of your cunt, breathing you in as his tongue mapped the velvet of your walls. It doesn’t take long for your legs to wrap around his head, back raising from the bed and the drip of your slick coating your inner thighs. Yet, Jeongguk relishes it, forgoing breathing as he eats you open, toying with your clit as if that was his sole life purpose. You forget the world with a speed that should concern you, thighs trembling with each determined swirl of his tongue over that bud. Again and again, until you spill into his mouth, wet and creamy, creating a mark of your own on his lips. He keeps you there, unrelenting even when your whines hit high and your chest heaves. There’s a ringing in your ears as the high wanes away, which is swiftly placed by a quiet mumbling that sinks into your skin.

“Tastes so good,” Jeongguk murmurs, licking between your folds. “So fucking good.”

“Jeon,” Something twists in your gut when he drops a final kiss onto you as if he was thanking you for letting him do that when you should be the one on your knees thanking him. When he softly drops your leg to the soiled sheets you decide it quickly, already shifting onto your elbows.

“Yes?” Such innocent eyes staring back at you like he didn’t just fuck you open with his tongue.

“I want you too,” you’re already shifting but Jeongguk is quick, fingertips hard on your jaw when he halts you. He knows what that means, reads it in how your gaze drops to the crotch of his pants, wet just like you were. But that’s not what he wants, besides, he’d rather save that for other places.

“No.” When he says that you almost deflate, but then Jeongguk drops his hand from your jaw, swiftly dragging his shirt over his back and off his body. There’s nothing that can suffocate the desire that blooms in your chest. He’s so beautiful, hard lines and warm skin, kissed by the Sun herself. There’s an itch in your palm instantly, and you hastily register that if you don’t touch him you might die. Yet, your eager hands are pinned over your head, wrists wrapped tightly in the grip of one of his wide calloused palms. There’s a brief moment where his attention is caught by the bounce of your chest before you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that you’ve never asked Jeongguk to fuck your tits before. But as you stow that away for later concern, Jeongguk’s other hand drifts to the discarded vibrator, sinister now in his command.

“Don’t want to fuck your mouth, bunny. It’s not about me tonight, it’s about you.”

“But—” Jeongguk swallows that protest with a quick kiss, the taste of you on his tongue igniting a fire that crackles and consumes until you feel nothing but heat and want, all fuelled by your erratic lovesick heart. You kiss until the only thing filling your lungs is him, like a heavy smoke that envelopes you, travelling through your body until you pull away, warm chest flushed against his. There’s a stupid twinkle in his eyes and it makes you feel sick, swaying dangerously when he shifts away. You don’t want him to go, but you don’t move when he gives you that look. The devastating ache dissipates when his pants drop from his hips, hard cock meeting the cool air. The twitch that travels down his length echoes between your walls, eagerly clenching around nothing. Jeongguk just smiles, stripping bare leaving himself vulnerable to your eager eyes. You wait, behaving good because you want to for him and Jeongguk notes this, delivering a pleased slap to your cunt when he pulls you close, one hard enough to jolt through your spine when his palm hits your clit.

“I’m kind of sensitive,” you whisper, shy again. Which is funny because weren’t you begging for his cock down your throat a second ago?

“I know,” Jeongguk returns, uncaring. The vibrator comes to life a moment later, buzzing low through the room. He knocks it up to the second-highest level.

“Jeongguk! Start low then work it up. I can’t take it like that directly, it'll chafe me.” Which is right, your clit is already feeling dry, slick staying solely between your walls. Jeongguk notes that, pausing before sinking two of his fingers deep. You squeak, hips lifting when they brush against that spot in your walls. He works you open deftly, pleased when you grind your hips into his hands, spurred on by the feeling of something finally inside of you. But it’s fleeting, Jeongguk dragging his fingers out and over your clit before raising his fingers to his lips and licking them clean.

“Now it won’t,” he states, and before you can open your mouth and deliver a retort the vibrator is pressing against that bundle of nerves, tremors echoing in your bones as your legs squeeze shut in an attempt to get away. Jeongguk pins them open, cock leaking against your thigh and he rolls the edge of the toy over your clit, before you jolt so hard the sheets shift and he knows exactly where to place it. He works it out of you, praise naturally falling from his petal lips when you give in, eyes shut tight and your heart stuck in your throat. The vibration feeds the heat in your gut, drawing it to the surface of your skin, sweat beading along your forehead and a dampness forming down your spine. It feels both quick and slow, coaxed out of you with steadfastness. Jeongguk’s gaze never strays from your pussy, locked there as he etches this moment into his memory. You look gorgeous, whining and twisting underneath him. He can tell that this is a lot for you, judging from how you bury your face away from him. He would have forced your eyes on him, if he wasn’t already so enthralled by how perfect you look like this, moans low colouring the air bright with their sound. His own want multiples when your body freezes, strung tight, the edge beckoning you over.

He pulls the vibrator off then, depriving you of your release because his brain demands that he feels this one around his length.

“Jeongguk!” You’re on your elbows, eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. “Why-w-why would you do that?” There’s a waver in your tone, a lilt so pretty he can’t help but smile.

“When you squirt you’re doing it on my cock.” He states it like it's final. And it is from how he draws you close, vibrator momentarily lost in the sheets, the head of his length brushing against your wetness.

But what catches your attention is when. A loaded promise. A determined one.

You spread your legs open, shifting until he slips past walls stretching to accommodate his welcoming presence. “Okay then, make me.” You say it with your gaze on his, watching as his eyes glaze over hips already bucking deeper, before your words register in his brain and Jeongguk’s gaze shifts into a dangerous glint.

He tugs you hard, pulling close enough so that he sinks in deep, cunt already moulding to the curves of his cock. “With pleasure.” Those words are warning, painted right into the heat of your skin as he sheathes himself inside of you. The groans in the air belong to both of you melting into one distinctive sound. It’s cut by the lewd squelch of your wetness coating his length, one that settles in Jeongguk’s gut, release already creeping into the corner of his vision. But he holds it back by knocking your legs further apart, mouth returning to the bruise he left earlier, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. You arch into him, shifting as pain bleeds through your nerves. The motion allows the last inch of him to slip past your walls, spearing you open, before Jeongguk draws himself out and returns with a hard slow thrust. He fucks you deep, right into the bed, the frame creaking with each loud meeting between the two of you. You can’t do anything but cling onto him, eyes fluttering as his cock drives into you, determined with every piston of his hips to see you unravel. And you do, with a sickening quickness, already weak with the remembrance of your past edge. You feel soft underneath him, pressed against his skin like you hope you find a home for yourself there. And Jeongguk provides — lips mapping your skin gently and a pride in his tone that makes you want to do anything for him.

“That’s it, good girl.” You can’t say anything but his name, whining with every drag of his length along your walls. “So good to me,” he whispers, sweet, unlike his unforgiving hips. “Pretty girl and she’s all mine.”

“Yes,” you gasp, wanting this more than ever. “All yours—a-all—hnghhhh—y-yours! Jeongguk, please! P-please, please, please.”

He slows, smiling into your neck. “What bunny? What do you want?”

“Wanna cum, Jeongguk p-please let me cum.” When he moves away you feel your gut drop. The vibrator is flicked back one, humming dangerously. “Guk—” you start; he shushes you with a purposeful thrust.

“You said you wanted to cum. Remember what you promised me, bunny?” You nod, slow, nervous but your need overriding your fear. Jeongguk just smiles, shifts himself a little deeper, and then places the vibrator where you need it most. It’s not instant, but it’s quick and violent, travelling through your bones and Jeongguk rocks himself deep, curls damp on his forehead and his shoulders tense but his body still giving. You match his movements with your own, shuddering the closer you feel it creep, ripping itself right out of your limbs, drawn to the surface with no remorse, your eyes falling shut and hips seizing. The vibration paired with the feeling of Jeongguk fucking you full is intoxicating, and unlike you he doesn’t hesitate, playing with your clit unforgivingly.

You don’t even hear yourself, mouth agape and your back high from the sheets, all you know is heat, burning from the inside out. No air in your lungs as it spills from you, right onto his length, walls drawn tight. It hits his abdomen, leaving his muscles wet and glimmering as the moonlight greets his skin. Jeongguk shuts down, hips moving automatically, the vibrator thrown aside, still buzzing forlornly. He couldn’t give a damn about it, bending your legs back and fucking into you hard as you coat his cock in your wetness. If it was loud before, it’s obscene now. The nails in his back spur him further, a need he’s never felt before consuming him whole. It’s already there, the white of his desire clouding his vision, but his brain suddenly stills.

Jeongguk’s hand on your chin draws you back to Earth, mind nothing but mush as he continues to fuck you open. They’re erratic thrusts, and with them, you slowly release that your cheeks are wet. Jeongguk realises it the same time you do, thumb gingerly brushing the tears falling from your eyes away. There’s a strange new awareness buzzing through your body, like your bones feel new, limbs reformed. But nothing could prepare you for that thumb on your cheek travelling down, grazing your lips until they fall open. He slips it past, lets you flick your tongue against it, before demanding. “Open.”

And you do, because what wouldn’t you do for him.

“Can I?” He questions, and somehow you know what he is asking. Another claim. Something else you’ve given nobody but him.

“Yes.”

There’s a fall in his shoulders as if he was afraid you would deny him. But how could you ever? His thumb leaves your lips, hand drifting until it settles on your neck, pressing firmly but not tight. And then his own lips part, hips unwavering, for what he sends down your throat. You swallow, oddly thrilled by it while Jeongguk watches silently, almost in marvel. It does something to you, the way he stares, like he cannot believe you’re his. And you feel that sentiment in how he kisses you next, desperate, pleading, thankful. You return it, tongue soft against his as you feel his back draw taut, a low groan spilling down your throat when Jeongguk finally snaps, euphoria bleeding through his brain. You feel it hit your walls, warm and wet, painting you white, a strange satisfaction settling through your body.

When he eventually rolls over, quiet like he’s still recovering, you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, an attempt to keep his love locked in. His hand cups your own, guiding you back into reality with a gentle squeeze.

The still buzzing vibrator is what you hear first, followed by the joint panting of your lungs. You move to grab it, hoping to hide the revelation in your eyes by glaring at him. Jeongguk is still too lost to care, face flushed a vibrant rouge.

“Turn this stupid thing off,” you mutter, legs still stuck, fused to the bed from the shock of your orgasm. Jeongguk snatches it up, waving it through the air as he turns it off, before giving it a fond kiss.

“Gross,” you comment, smacking his hard chest.

“No,” Jeongguk returns, dropping it. He plants a ginger kiss on your forehead. “I quite like it actually, we should order another one. Do you think they do vibrating panties?”

You hit him again, rolling over until your leg swings over his. He keeps looking at you like that, and it keeps clawing right through your heart. “You’re so sick and evil,” you say instead of the annoying comments that flutter in your delirious brain. You want to call him pretty, beautiful, perfect, maybe the best thing you’ve ever had. But you can’t let Jeongguk know he has all that power over you — not when already made you squirt and spat down your throat in one sitting. “Can you clean me up? I’m getting sticky.”

Jeongguk stills like he’s suddenly remembering what he just did, where he just came. And then you feel the rise of his chest, gaze flicking up to meet his. Bright and full of something akin to adoration, before he blinks it away.

“Give me a moment, I think I just saw God.”

[chiwhorei]

gun bunny

pairing: mafia!s. aizawa x fem!reader

genre: mafia!au, quirkless!au, smut- 18+ minors dni

word count: 2.5k

warning: somnophilia, voyeurism, violence, attempted kidnapping, attempted assault, mentions of blood, mentions of guns and knives, degradation, age-gap (reader is 19 and aizawa is 31), spitting

a/n: hello! this is my contribution to the smut pile mafia!server collab, this is both my first smut pile collab (this is so late i am so sorry sksksksk) and my first full-length bnha piece, be sure to check out everyone else’s amazing work here! thank you to @10millionyearsdungeon and @messwriting for your constant support while i trudged through sad pal hours for a fucking month and crawled out of the pits of writer’s block

hymns: hayloft by - mother mother, i’m on fire - awolnation cover

Blood pours over decades like syrup, the tinny-sweet smell was distinct but all too familiar. A muffled gun’s buzzing frames 19 years of life. The barrel feels cool, sitting precariously by the highest angle of your cheekbone.

“I told you not to cause trouble, brat. Now I have to clean up your little mess.”

Aizawa’s body is tall and broad above you, holding you against him with a protective grip on the small of your back. Every word is sneering, punctuated with a growl-- you feel it reverberate against his chest.

The bullet is resounding even through the silencer; a deafening sound, final bell tolling next to smeared streaks of mascara.

Aizawa Shouta has always been around-- whether bringing your dad a hefty stack of reports to thumb through or loosening his tie in the parlor and toasting him to another job well done. A carousel of chauffeurs and bodyguards encircle you, but all are nameless faces except for the man that can make people disappear in an instant: Eraser.

Otsuka y/n, the only daughter of the most powerful man in Japan, is a weighty title against your shoulders. Your father’s reputation has cradled you for almost two decades, keeping you draped in fur and balancing on red-bottoms. He has more money, more power than God. To most of your father’s inner circle, you are the dutiful, angelic heiress to his blood-soaked empire. You play the part well enough, polite, temperate- your hands are painted red in culpability, but perfectly manicured.

Your father’s business isn’t a secret, no matter his attempts to shield you over the years. There’s only so many nights spent humming to the tune of cracking skulls in the next room before “investments in oil” starts to lose its validity. Whenever you ask him, he pats your head, smoothing stray strands of hair, “I do it all for you, bunny. Everything is for you.”

You decide not to think about rouge splatters of blood and bruises against his knuckles, ignoring the clicking of a loading gun before he leaves for the office.

It’s better this way.

“You can’t be serious, Otsuka.” Aizawa paces across the hardwood, heel to toe with Italian leather from one large bookshelf to the other. A familiar habit, you’ve seen the contemplative marching before and know it to mean one thing: Aizawa is pissed.

“Have you ever known me to joke around? Especially with y/n?” Your father’s elbows hit the table in front of him, the jagged scars lining his face seem even more intimidating when coupled with a harshly set frown. You perch on the side of his large desk, swinging your feet lightly.

“Oh daddy, I’m not a child. I don’t need Eraser to babysit me.” You huff, crossing your arms and providing a pout to your father’s hard expression. You hear the mumbled, “Don’t call me that,” from behind you, but decide against a response.

“He’s going to look after you while I’m in Musutafu. I have to handle some…” he trails off slightly, one of his hands coming up to rub against his bald head, “noncompliance, but I shouldn’t be gone for more than a few days.” His disfigured fingers curling around yours, you look up to meet his eye, “Be a good girl, bunny.”

You give your father’s temple a kiss, pulling back to smile sweetly. Your next words have Aizawa snorting, rolling his eyes far enough into his skull to be painful.

“I always am.”

A bend downwards at the hips frames your ass perfectly, the lace of your panties curls around your pussy tightly, hooking against the lips and showcasing your soft skin. Questions swirl in the bowl of cereal in front of him, all but forgotten as soon as a cup“fell” from your fingers and clattered to the floor. The taste, the smell, the feeling of--

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Aizawa is ripped from the reprehensible desires of his senses to meet your eyes, your form still folded over on itself and displayed for Aizawa in the otherwise empty kitchen. You giggle at his scowl, snapping back up and smoothing out your skirt. Aizawa bites down on the spoon in between his teeth, he swears he can feel his teeth cracking. Better his canines than his will.

This only marks the beginning of a long week for your father’s right-hand man. The proceeding days turn to nights at a snail's pace. The past week has been inching towards disaster with every minute of alone time you could steal with Aizawa.

“Eraser, what are you doing up so late.” Your voice curls around his shoulder, the whine tugging him towards your open bedroom door. It’s late, far too late for you to be up to anything good.

You always like to push your luck, playing a game you know Aizawa won’t let himself win. Pressing firmly against the line but never pointing your heel across. Maintaining your immunity, feigning innocence behind a soft pout. Your appointed guardian isn’t fooled by any honeyed façade you build around his associates. He knows what you are at the core.

He tries to shake off your pull, but the way your voice lilts against the long hallway is magnetic. The past few nights have been the same song and dance, your disarming call to him as he trudges to one of the many guest bedrooms. Every night he gets closer, heavy feet and tense nerves guiding him towards your warm voice. He’s weathering a sea, you’re the siren hell-bent on his drowning.

“I told you not to call me that, little girl.” His response to your wanton call is shallow, the nickname is one he hates the sound of, especially rolling past your lips.

“Do you like what you see?”

Aizawa’s brows set harshly as he looks on to where you lie nestled in pillows and silk. You have nothing but a loose, light pink camisole to cover your body, cotton panties pulled down to your ankles with shameless intent. Your legs are spread wide for your viewer’s pleasure, two fingers brush against your lips, dragging lazily- up and back down.

Aizawa knows what you really are, a petulant brat.

You pull at the soft skin, spreading yourself to unveil the tight, clenching hole. He leans his shoulder against the jam, eyes drinking you in where his body shamefully wishes to be. The groan aching deeply in his chest is not lost on you as your other hand pulls the hem of your shirt upwards to catch in between your teeth.

The soft plush of your breasts bounces slightly, nipples peeking out from the folds of fabric, now fully exposed to the inky-black stare of your voyeur. There’s nothing left to his imagination now, the question that haunts sleepless nights, palming a large hand up and down his cock and imagining something softer and smaller. The picture of what his boss’s precious daughter would look like squirming under him becoming clearer beyond all reason.

Aizawa should turn heel and walk away, he should slam your bedroom door shut and count the days until your father’s return with a measured distance. He should walk away. He should-

A soft whimper drags him from contemplation and back to the writhing succubus center stage. Your fingers move quickly against your aching clit, drawing out babbled pleas to hit harshly against the tall, brooding presence at your door.

“I’ve had about enough of your games, bunny. Your father tasked me to keep you out of trouble, but you are the trouble.” Aizawa’s words hit your ears mockingly, but they sound more like an invitation than a warning, especially as his body inches forward, breaching the threshold of your bedroom inch by inch.

Two fingers slip past your lips, pushing in and drawing back slicked with arousal. You repeat the action, slowly, ensuring the boring set of eyes are trained on where you clench desperately; wanting to put on a good show with your bodyguard in the front row.

Aizawa’s head is swimming, dizzy and drunk. He wants to tear you apart, to lay claim to the twitching prize between your legs. If you struggle around two of your own much smaller fingers, it would be nearly impossible to wrap you around his thick cock.

That is, not without breaking you.

The heated pants escaping you pick up in canter, your audience winding a tight cord with his presence alone. Aizawa is unrelenting in his deep, unblinking stare, stepping towards your bed slowly. Once his body is looming over you, the coil in your stomach has turned into a hair pinned trigger.

“Such a messy little slut. Getting off to the attention aren’t you?” You’re rendered dumb at his comment, Aizawa barely has to press his thumb into your chin before your mouth hangs open. You look up with glassy eyes, fingers sore from working against your pussy, chasing a high you can only imagine how fast Aizawa could steal from you. His expression is as neutral as always, but the despondency doesn’t quite shadow the fire burning in his eyes. You watch him lean forward slightly, a string of saliva falling downward to land against your tongue. His spit feels hot, you can taste the remnants of cigar and mint gum as you swallow.

You come undone in a litany of cries, pleading with your captor. His hold is passive as he looks at you, watching you cum against your fingers, the squelching sounds make his mouth dry. The only source of hydration is at the apex of your thighs. Visions flash before his eyes, images of what the curve of your breasts look like as he’s buried tongue deep, lapping you up post-orgasm and pushing you over once more for good measure.

Aizawa retreats, lest he pulls you against his mouth while your cunt is still pulsating, he needs to escape before your knees are pressed to your shoulders. He slams your door closed harshly, leaving you with the taste of his contempt for you on your bottom lip.

You’re quick to sleep, body falling into the warmth of unconsciousness coupled with dreams of what a certain set of fingers would feel like against you. How the scars and calluses would brush against your most intimate inches of spongy flesh, how he would stretch you.

You can almost feel the soreness in between your legs and the heavy slap of something against your stomach. You can almost remember the whispered confessional swimming in the back of your head, the soft grunts from above your sleeping form. As sunlight stretches across your sleep-stiff body, your hand trails down over your naked skin, maybe you aren’t the only one playing games this week.

You could have almost sworn you had gone to sleep with panties on.

The car ride to your father’s bar was filled with unflattering tension. You had protested in vain that going with Aizawa wasn’t necessary, but had been met with a dismissive, “I don’t trust you to behave.”

“I’m not a child, Eraser. I don’t see why I couldn’t just sit at home.” You wobble behind your escort, heeled boots clacking against the gravel.

As you enter the building, a young mop of violet hair flanks Aizawa down with a stack of papers. The man is nameless to you but is familiar enough to be assumed under your father’s thumb.

Aizawa looks over the document’s now held in front of him with care, rolling up the sleeves to his crisp dress shirt as his eyes scan the pages. You note the shimmering silvered skin of a scar under his left eye, pronounced by the harsh lighting surrounding you. His hair is held up partially by a tie, the loose strands framing his face.

“Are you listening to me, little girl?” You're snapped back from watching his mouth curling around syllables to actually make out what they’ve been saying.

“Go sit down, I’ll only be a few minutes.” You nod along and turn to perch at the bar, but stop at the grip pulling you back for one final order. “Don’t get yourself into trouble.”

Aizawa leaves you to stew in the subtle brush of his pointer finger against the tender skin of your wrist, he rubs the skin subtly before disappearing to the back rooms.

The minutes ticking by are agonizing. Aizawa, usually the epitome of brief, has been gone long enough for the condensation on your glass to mar the wood below it in countless ringlets. You twirl the straw against the strawberry liquor, willing time to crank by faster with the action. The drink in your veins isn’t nearly enough to get you drunk but does make the opening of the front door unnoticeable.

Your back is facing the heavy wood, unaware of the two strangers now approaching until the curdling sound of one man’s voice hits the shell of your ear.

“Well, well, look what we have here. Why don’t I buy you a drink, princess?” Each man steals one of your sides, enclosing you into a tight, predatory huddle.

“This is my bar. I don’t need you to buy me anything.” You try to shake off the nauseating feeling of their bodies so close to you, gut twisting uncomfortably as one man’s breath crawls across your shoulder blades. They’re both so close. Too close.

“Wow, this little kitty cat’s got some claws, don’t she?” You feel hands curl around each bicep, a bruising grip right below your armpits. Your body is hoisted up, your balance off at the jarring upheaval.

Possible escape routes flash across your mind but all seem impossible. Would trying to shake off the still faceless strangers even work? And even if you sprung free, would you make it to the back office before they caught up? Should you try to scream? Would Aizawa hear you?

Before you can make any moves, you feel the flat side of a knife at your collarbone. A chill rattles down your spine at the contact, two inches of metal keeping your entire body compliant.

Their intent is clear, you’ll be coming with them, and by the sharp point of a blade digging into the first layer of skin-- you’ll be coming quietly.

A mixture of shock and disbelief compels your body into compliance, dragging you to the front door and closer towards an awaiting trunk.

“Your carriage, princess.” You hear the shorter man on your right, his voice at your neck sounds waterlogged through the blood rushing in your ears. Any protests die at the knife against your skin, digging in shallowly and pricking a small trail of red along your clavicle.

A sharp snap sounds behind you, like a piece of thin wood under a heavy boot. One of your captors falls in a pile next to you. You’re turned around to meet a familiar pair of venomous, black eyes, Aizawa’s words roll from his tongue with a growl.

You’re pulled at the wrist, stumbling back into the strong chest of your appointed bodyguard.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my bunny?”

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[forever-rogue]

bucky :)

Prompts | 1.  “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings | none

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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You could sense that something was off as soon as you walked through the door and into the apartment that you know shared with Bucky. The air was thick and everything was slightly...off. 

“Honey?” you kicked off your shoes and peeked into the kitchen to see if he was there. Nope. Living room? No. Bathroom? Nada.

It was then that you heard it - a soft, gentle sniffle. Your heart practically plummeted into your stomach as you slowly walked down the hall towards your bedroom. You made some noise, just so he would know you were home and wouldn’t jump out of his skin at your sudden appearance. 

“James?” your voice was quiet, ever so gentle as you rapped your knuckles against the door and slowly pushed it open. Your breath hitched in your throat when you found him on the floor leaning against the side of the bed with his knees pulled up to his chest. Tears had made their mark downs his cheeks and his eyes were glossy but had an almost empty, hollow look to them. His hands were shaking as he laced his fingers together and took a few shallow breaths. 

You closed the small notice over to him before dropping to your knees directly in front of him. He glanced at you, ocean eyes meeting yours but you could tell he wasn’t really there. 

“Hi honey,” you sat up on your knees and slowly reached over to cradle his face gently in your hands. At first he stiffened but after a few moments he loosened up and let you stroke his cheek tenderly, “James, my love. It’s alright, I’m right here, I’ll keep you safe and sound.”

He made a small sound in the back of his throat as he dropped his hands from his knees and set them on the ground before taking a deep breath. He straightened his legs out and you moved to sit in his lap, a little bit of relief seeping into your bones as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“There you go, baby,” you said softly as you pressed a kiss to his forehead, “it’s okay, I’m right here, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you. Look at me - just breath, okay?”

You felt him nod lightly for a moment before he studied your face and his breathing slowly, but surely evened out. His eyes never left yours as you carded a hand through his hair and scratched lightly at his scalp. A sheen of sweat covered his face as you worked to ground him. 

“Do you remember when we met, honey?” you asked as you pulled him close and he buried his head in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You ran a hand gently up and down his back, delicately tracing aimless shapeless on his bare skin, “it was a rainy day in the city, and someone had stolen my umbrella. I only realized when I walked out of that cafe with my coffee and flimsy jacket and walked directly into you. The coffee went everywhere and then we were wet and covered in coffee and I was so upset but you didn’t care. You just offered me your jacket and shared your umbrella. But first you got me a new coffee and then walked me home.”

He didn’t say anything but you could feel him smiling lightly against your skin. You pressed a kiss to the side of his head before playing with a rouge little curl at the nap of his neck. He sighed lightly.

“When we got to my place you waited until I got up the stairs safely before saying goodbye. You didn’t even ask for your jacket back! I didn’t want to end it there - but I knew you weren’t going to kiss me. It didn’t seem like your style,” you laughed lightly at the memory, “but then as you turned around to leave I ran after you and kissed you. I’m so glad I did. It was the best decision of my life.”

You swore you could feel some of the tension leave his body as he held you tighter. Before long he slowly pressed a kiss to your shoulder before nuzzling further against you.

“It took you so long before you finally got up the nerve to kiss me properly,” you reminded him softly, “you were so shy at first. But then you warmed up and slowly opened your heart to me. I think about that sometimes - about how lucky I am that you trust me and love me, and let me love you. I know you know, but perhaps sometimes it’s harder to believe than others, but I love you so much, Bucky. I love you more than anything in this world. You are my world.”

“I love you too,” he spoke. Finally. It was soft - gentle - and you were barely able to hear it, but the words were there. You relaxed slightly as you pulled back to study him, “‘m sorry.”

“Whatever are you sorry for?” you offered up that smile he loved and adored so much, “my sweet honey baby, there is nothing to be sorry for. I know things happen sometimes. Do you want to talk about it?”

He swallowed thickly before shaking his head lightly, “n-not right now. Later…”

“Okay,” you agreed softly, tracing a hand along his jaw, “whenever you want to talk about it, I’ll be here. And if you don’t want to talk, that’s okay too. Or if you want to talk to someone else. Just don’t...you’re not alone, Bucky. Not now, not ever again. I’ll always be here for you.”

“I love you,”  he leaned forward and pressed his forehead yours as you brushed your lips against his, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you promised, “I love you too, Bucky.”

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[ichorai]

the devil's queen ; k.yr

pairing ; forest queen!yeri x devil!reader (gender-neutral)

summary ; in which the queen of the forest seeks out the devil’s help after accidentally turning her husband to stone.

themes ; fantasy, slight fluff and angst, royalty au, devil au, magic au, forest au (?), forbidden love au

words ; 4.2k

warnings / includes ; devils obv, mentions of divorce and a loveless marriage, uhm yeri turns her husband into stone, one mention of angels, teasing banter, an absurd amount of description because yeri is gorgeous and i can't help myself, both yeri and reader are little shits, kissy kiss kiss at the end </3

a/n ; my first gg fic :D i'm rlly excited for this one !! i'm literally in love with yeri so i'm so happy to finally post this ! thank you to @doievoir for beta reading <3 also thanks to @subways-stuff and @koocycle for being gay with me :(

masterlist. | milestone celebration.

The stone of the balcony’s railing beneath the forest queen’s fingertips was just slightly cold to the touch, mellowed by the night’s sweet breeze. Her face, dappled by the moon’s gentlest luminescence, bore a somber expression, only managing to mask the panic she truly felt by a thread of her being. Pale was her dress, and paler her skin became as she grew clammy with unease. The sheer, opal chiffon of her skirts grazed the balcony floor with faint kisses in accordance to Yeri’s ceaseless fidgeting. And because of her restless movements, the intricate leaf crown propped atop her temple was now slightly askew, placed awkwardly amongst her perfectly-curled tendrils.

From where you were standing, watching the queen, worry etched into her soft features, you almost felt a shred of pity. The keyword being almost. Devils rarely ever felt remorse.

You took this opportunity to look around the queen’s chambers. After all, it wasn’t every day that you’re summoned by a woman of such importance, much less the queen of the forest herself. Gorgeous vines twisted up marble columns, white flowers scattered across the greenery. Every which way you looked, there were at least five potted plants ranging from minuscule succulents to large ferns longer than your own arm span. Even the bed had a canopy of iridescent petals and glossy leaves.

“You must really enjoy nature,” you quipped, taking slight amusement in the way Yeri jumped at the sound of your voice, spinning around with a hand on her chest. “Looks to be bordering on obsession, actually…”

The queen, having come down from her initial shock, looked upon you with a quizzical eyebrow. “I called you to help me, not to make comments on my lifestyle.” She waved her fingers in the air, conjuring a thick vine that wrapped around her waist as if it were a snake. “Besides, I’m the queen of the forest. It would be more bewildering to find my chamber void of natural elements.”

A toothy grin so wide it made you look sinister graced your lips, and you bowed your head slightly. Yeri, much to her dismay, couldn’t tell if the action was genuine or mocking.

“I like that you feel the need to defend yourself against the devil. Makes me feel somewhat of importance,” you uttered the words with a simple-minded hum, eyes glowing with mirth. “Which brings me to ask… why have you called me here?”

The silence was suffocating as she strode up towards you, an almost defiant look glazing over her irises. She was so close that you could detect a hint of her sweet scent; an intoxicating concoction of apricots and grass and the slight tang of the air just before it rained. A tad too refreshing for your taste, but it suited her well.

On the other hand, Yeri found that you were as warm as a walking fireplace, and smelled as if you had doused yourself in cinnamon and musky cologne. Though it wasn’t necessarily an awful aroma, it was most definitely strong and caught her off guard. Who knew the devil would radiate the odor of a popular dessert spice?

Yeri’s steps slowed down once she was just in front of you, near enough that her soft skirts brushed against your dress pants. You noted the way her breathing seemed to hitch, teeth slightly tugging at the plushness of her bottom lip in hesitancy. What was she waiting for?

And with a deep exhale, she reached somewhere behind you with the speed of lightning, as if she wanted to get this over and done with. Her fingers curled tightly around a fistful of white cloth cloaking a large mass, tugging on it with a mild grunt. You spun on your heel with an arched eyebrow, watching with suppressed curiosity.

As you beheld the sight, expression unfaltering, Yeri buried her face in her hands, practically vibrating in stagnant shame. You wondered if she was crying, but found that her face was dry when she pulled herself away from her palms. Either she was trying too hard to feel the comforting weight of sadness, or she was lying to herself about caring.

It was most likely the latter. The thought brought a smile to your face.

A chiseled statue stood in front of the both of you. Opal in color and sculpted with perfect body proportions, your smile melded into an intrigued frown.

“I know,” Yeri whispered without turning back to look at you. “I’m a monster.”

“Don’t call yourself a monster in front of the devil, it’s unbecoming,” you snorted in contempt. Then, you gestured limply towards the statue. “I don’t even know what this is. Did you call me here to show off an artsy escapade of yours? I’ve got far more important things to do, you know.” ‘Important things’ really meant watching two crows fight over a moldy baguette down in the village streets. You might’ve been the devil, but that didn’t necessarily mean you were busy all the time.

Disdain colored her words as she hissed out, “I turned my husband to stone,” rouge laced her cheekbones as she quickly added on, almost an afterthought, “by accident.”

Oh? You clasped your hands together behind you, rocking back and forth on your heels. Now you were starting to see the resemblance, recalling the forest queen’s marriage to a man whose only facial expression seemed to be stoically indifferent. “My, my,” you crooned glibly, “what an interesting turn of events. Are you sure it was an accident?”

The forest queen clearly didn’t take your teasing lightly.

“I didn’t even know I could,” she said in an icy tone, glancing down at her hands, one still fisted in the coversheet. After a moment’s pause, she spoke up again, turning towards you. “But I need him back.”

A guffaw slipped past you as you wrinkled your nose in distaste. “That’s no fun at all. You want me to bring him back? Your moronic oaf of a husband? I’m sure you could find a new one with the snap of a finger. Besides, it’s better to keep him this way. He seems far more intelligent as stone.”

Having said your fill and satisfied with the fuming look Yeri wore, you spun on your heel, about to head out of the castle and run your other devil errands.

A bright flower of consternation unfurled within her ribcage, and the forest queen found herself hurrying forward, curling her fingers around the wrist of the subject of her torment. Almost immediately, she let go, partly from shock at her own actions, but mostly from the fact that your skin was borderline scalding. You are the devil, after all. Yeri should have been more careful.

“Do you forget who I am?” she hissed nonetheless, glowering at your unturned back, her tone swimming in a pool of severity.

At her question, you whirled around to look upon her in bemusement.

“I’m the queen of the forest!”

You nodded just slightly. “So you’ve mentioned.”

Mouth agape and nose twitching slightly in an attempt to contain her umbrage, she whispered out, almost bristling in hostility, “Does that mean nothing to you?”

“Finally catching on, I see.” You flashed her wink, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning forward. “Let me make one thing clear. You may be a queen, but you are not my queen. I haven’t forgotten who you are to the mortals, but I feel you’ve forgotten who I am.”

A genuinely wounded look found its way sprawled across her soft features. She struggled to find her voice for a minute, before turning her head away to gaze upon the moon in shame.

“What can I do to convince you?”

Though the words were quiet, you could still detect the stubborn tenacity interwoven through the question.

Instead of answering her inquiry, you retaliated with one of your own.

“Did you love him?”

Her face snapped back to you, frozen in incredulity. “What?” she asked, furrowing her perfect brows.

“Did you love him?” you repeated, this time rolling your eyes to the leafy canvas obscuring the ceiling. “You need not lie to me. I’ll know.”

With a shred of hesitancy clinging onto her, she uttered lowly, “No. It was a diplomatic marriage… he’s the crown prince of the ice mountains. And I need him back before anybody notices. You understand why I have to have him back, don’t you? This could cause a war.”

“A little foolish of you to ask a devil to prevent a war, don’t you think? We live for chaos,” you susurrated into her ear, circling her like a predator would their prey. Yeri flushed at your words. “Pray tell, why didn’t you ask an angel? Why come to me?”

She drew herself to her full height, almost as if sizing you up. You grinned at that. What an interesting character she was. “I was ashamed of myself. I didn’t want an angel to know of my mistake. Angels judge, and devils are used to despicable acts far worse than what I did. Of course I had to go with the latter.”

It was silent for a moment, the leaves rustling with the cold breeze. “Smart girl,” you hummed, impressed. Yeri cleared her throat, evidently flustered.

With a flick of your hand, the statue’s marble hue slowly faded away, color returning to the forest queen’s husband. A gasp left her throat, and she scurried across the room, almost tripping over the wisps of her skirt in the process. The prince of the ice mountains fell to the floor just as his feet loosened up, and he looked as if he had woken up from a horrid sleep, a dumbfounded expression masking his usually stoic features.

He looks stupid, you thought to yourself as Yeri knelt down beside him. Why would she choose him of all people?

“Have fun being married to somebody you don’t love,” you called out to the couple.

Yeri glanced upwards, a ‘thank you’ just on the tip of her tongue. But when she looked towards where you had been standing, there was nobody there. The wind whistled in your absence, and everything suddenly felt cold.

The forest was quiet as Yeri stormed through. The leaves stopped whispering, the birds halted their chirps, and the rivers grew muted. She was livid, so much so that small wildflowers the color of winter unconsciously sprouted in her furious trail. There were tear tracks forming rivulets down the apples of her cheeks, but they were long dried. She was too angry to cry now.

You danced your fingers along the bark of the branch you were sitting on, swinging your legs in bemusement as you watched the Queen bask in her fury.

Your landing from tree to ground made naught a sound, but Yeri seemed to sense that you were already there, for her shoulders squared and her chin lifted. Perhaps she wanted to look as if she had at least some semblance of her life put together in front of you. You weren’t quite sure why she bothered; you already knew she was in shambles.

Today she wore a plain sage button dress, the fabric flaring softly at her hips and arms. The skirt reached just below her knees; a considerate choice seeing as she was trudging through mud and foliage of all sorts. A white cloth was tied about her temple, keeping gorgeous locks of dark ebony from falling into her tempestuous eyes. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, and seeing her angry conjured a queer elation within you. What’s gotten her so riled up this time?

With outstretched arms, you beamed at her scowl. “Regretting asking me to free your husband from his stony confines? I did warn you against it, did I not?”

She folded her arms over her chest. “Forgive me for choosing not to trust the devil.”

“You’re a hypocrite,” you said in a sing-song tone. “You chose to trust me the moment you asked me to fix your poor husband. What is it you want from me now? Did you call me to turn him back to stone this time?”

An affronted look colored her already-miffed features a twisted hue. She seemed to relax just slightly when she realized that you were just jesting, as you always were.

“He wants me to move out of the forest. Permanently.” She angled her face away from you so you couldn’t see the turmoil raging within her. It was fruitless, because you saw right through her words. “Says the icy mountains are far better than this infernal place.”

The unexpected sensation of your warm hands on Yeri’s shoulders conjured what felt like an inferno raging within her ribcage. The devil was touching her. Why wasn’t she mad about it?

“Divorce him,” you said, almost nonchalantly. “You don’t love him. Why stay married?”

“I told you,” she shot back in exasperation, trying her damned hardest not to look down at your hands encasing her shoulders, just a thin layer of green fabric separating bare skin to skin contact, “for diplomatic-!”

“Oh, screw diplomacy. You don’t even want to go outside of the forest. What’s the point of staying married to him?” Your words were sharp, a dagger of truth cleaving right through her skull. It was a good point you made, and it made the queen furious to know that you’ve got her beat.

Yeri was starting to think that your ability to constantly put a damper on her mood was a mastered talent. Have you had a lot of experience belittling people? She presumed the answer was yes; the devil didn’t belong only to her, this was undeniably so. Sin was an attractive flavor to mankind. Was it greedy to want the raw form of wrongdoing all to herself?

Plunged into a cavern of her own agitation, she didn’t even notice you releasing her to pace circles around the forest queen. “He doesn’t love you either, just so you know,” you whispered from behind, causing her to startle with a wince, “especially not after that rocky stunt you pulled, hm?”

Something akin to amusement danced in Yeri’s gaze as she turned her head to peer at you. It flickered away just as quickly as it came. “You’re mean,” she said dryly.

“I know, it’s kind of my job.” You rocked back and forth on your heels, leaning against the trunk of a large tree. “So why did you call me back?”

Yeri dithered for just a moment. “I don’t have anybody else to talk to.” With such a shameful statement, you were pleasantly surprised to see how she managed to say it in such a leveled tone.

“And so you came to the devil for mild chit chat?”

She bowed her head. “I did, yes. Do you have an issue with that?”

You shook your head with a slight smile. It was a truthful response; you quite enjoyed studying Yeri’s mannerisms and turmoils.

A stoic expression crossed her elegant visage as she nodded at you, and then proceeded to turn away, striding out of the forest with naught another word more, tendrils of hair fluttering airily with each step.

News of the forest queen’s divorce to the prince of the ice mountains spread quicker than a royal archer’s arrow. Some said she did so in a spectacle of dramatic tears and ring-throwing. Others gossipped that she slipped away into the woods with only a mere note to inform the prince of what was going on. And the most popular story going around was Yeri proclaiming the divorce void of any emotion, ignoring the prince when he dropped to his knees and begged her to stay.

Knowing both parties of the couple, you were sure that all three spin-offs were far from the truth.

Your suspicions were confirmed when Yeri called you back again, this time with a hint of a grin tracing her lips, a startling contrast to the previous two times she’s called you over. The duality of this woman, you thought with a shake of your head.

“What is it this time?” you asked with an annoyed facade, though it was clearly only skin-deep, for the curiosity swimming in your irises betrayed your true stand.

The queen in front of you was wearing a dress of black silk, flowing and cinching in all the right places. A white and canary flower hanging loosely from her ear, a vast juxtaposition from the darkness of her ensemble. She was the true epitome of allure.

“Black to look like you’re mourning to the simple-minded common folk,” you observed, “but the daffodil symbolizes a new, hopeful beginning. You’re not at all upset about your divorce.”

The corners of her carmine lips curled upwards. “Smart devil,” she replied, referencing back to when you had called her just the same. Devils weren’t ones to be flustered, but you supposed that was the closest thing to how you were feeling at the moment. Masking was a true talent of yours, however, because Yeri seemed not to notice at all. “I called you because I’m lonely.”

“It’s one thing after another with you, huh?” Your words lacked any bite, and you found yourself chuckling while threading your fingers through your hair. “Looking for an affair the same day you get divorced isn’t usually customary for humans. I’m not complaining, though,” you mumbled with a roguish grin, stepping closer to her and gently running the tips of your fingers against her forearms. You pointedly ignored the way the saccharine apple aroma she practically dripped of made you dizzy.

She drew a mock gasp at what you were insinuating, placing her frigid palms on your shoulders to push you back in a playful manner.

“So is it me you want or would you like me to brainwash someone to come and take pity on you?”

Dark irises rolled the leafy ceiling of her bedroom. “What if I asked you to stay?” Despite you barking out a laugh, she continued on. “I don’t need somebody else.”

Eyes flashing something dangerous, you drew yourself up to full height. “Don’t jest.”

“I’m not jesting.”

You knew she wasn’t, but you took a step backwards anyways. Much to your astonishment, she boldly rivaled that with her own foot propelling her forwards. Closer, ever so close.

“Why do you want to fraternize with the devil?”

“Why do you keep coming back whenever I call you?” she shot back quickly, leaning forward just as your spine brushed against a poster of her canopy bed. “I’m not giving you anything in return.”

The words had you reeling for some sort of witty comeback, but for the first time in your eons of life, a human had you dumbfounded. Why were you coming back?

“I…” you gaped at her earnest countenance. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know,” she echoed your words, almost smug.

Quiet unease filled the silence between you, and you narrowed your lids into slits. With but a gentle whistle of wind, the devil dissolved into a mass of shadows and glowing clementine-hued embers, leaving the queen alone in her chambers once more.

When the seasons change, it wasn’t a shift that happened overnight, but a feat that came with the patience of moons. Earth took its time in conversion, as did everything else. Time was a universal language everybody understood; unchangeable, solidary in its flow, ruthless and unforgiving.

Devils were no exception.

It took you time to come back to Yeri. You weren’t very sure how long. The stars shifted and the sun dipped past the horizon countless times while you waited for an answer to a question you never had the courage to ask. Quite pathetic of the devil, wasn’t it?

When the forest queen called for you a fourth time, you were tempted to decline.

But you found yourself teleporting without a second thought, materializing in a haze of dull light by the corner of her cavernous chambers.

Yeri watched from across the room. The beige turtleneck she wore clung to her like a second skin, a sheer corset cinched about her waist, embroidered flowers dancing across the fabric. A grey skirt fluttered with the wind that blew through the doorway to the balcony, singing a song of the forest. Golden jewelry dangled from her neck and ears, glinting sweetly in the fading sunlight. Her curled tresses had little wildflowers woven between the strands, rolling over her shoulders in waves. She was beautiful, and she wasn’t yours.

It took her no time to stride forward, bare feet padding silently across the smooth floors towards you. You didn’t move, standing your ground and eyeing her with indifference.

The grazes of her fingers against your blistering hot cheeks shouldn’t have taken you aback. Your pride was wounded the last time you saw her, and all a devil really had was their pride. Should you be mad at this woman for diminishing you down to a mess of discombobulated emotions and lost purpose? A twisted part of you was proud of her for doing so. Besting a devil at their own game wasn’t quite the everyday act.

Yeri hummed a pleased little sound when you grabbed at her wrist. Not to yank her away, no, but to pull her ever so close, breathing in her earthy scent. The walls of fire you once held up to closely guard your devilish heart, now doused by a simple pale of water. The forest queen did that. And you, quite frankly, were so very afraid of what she’d do with it now that it was hers.

“Took you a while to come back,” she whispered. You looked oh so bewitching in this light, a glimpse of heaven doused with the fits of hell, and Yeri found it hard to concentrate. Especially not with your searing fingers wrapped firmly around her forearm.

“Certainly didn’t take you a while to call,” you snorted, raising a brow at the queen. “You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

Even the flame-lit candles were envious of her radiance when she smiled, for they flickered and warbled at her mischievous beam. “I’m not ashamed to admit so. You look awful, by the way.”

“That’s a lie,” you teased, so close now that your nose brushed against her cheekbone. If an outsider were to walk in now, they would’ve thought the two of you were two lovers intimately dancing to a ghost’s silent song.

“You’re right. I lied. Thought you might enjoy that since you’re the devil, and all.” The queen looked at you with hooded eyes.

A breathy chuckle slipped past your lips. “I enjoyed that very much, yes.”

“I’m going to do something,” she uttered lowly, vague hesitation weaving through her words, “and you’re going to have to promise not to freak out.”

An off-hand sound of acknowledgement rumbled in your throat as the tip of your mouth quirked upwards. “My queen, I’m the devil. Of course I’m going to freak out. I live for chaos.”

Just as you took your time to come back to her, it took Yeri time to unfurl the folds of her heart, baring herself raw and unshielded. She trusted you with her life, and it was probably the most foolish decision she could ever think to make.

Her lips brushed against your jaw first, tentative and testing. Then the kisses trailed to your cheekbones, over to the lids of your fluttered-shut eyes, down to the bridge of your nose. When she melded her lips over yours, you knew you were done for. It was almost natural, how your arms snaked around her midriff, clutching at the threads of her corset with a yearning you’ve never felt before. The hands that cradled your jaw slid in different directions; one went to clutch at your arm in a fruitless attempt to ground herself, and the other gently scratched at the back of your neck, earning a pleased noise from you.

This was so wrong, and that was why it felt so good. If she was the fruit, you were the parasite. If she was the wine, you were the poison. If she was love, you were hatred.

When she pulled away from you with a dazzling smile reserved just for you, you swore the stars shattered and the moon collapsed and the sky broke into two. For this trembling certainly can’t be coming from you! Devils don’t tremble, for crying out loud!

“You called me your queen,” she observed, amused at your playful narrowing of eyes.

“A devil never lies, my queen,” you jested. The laugh she was about to bark out at your witty jab was stolen away from her as you kissed her once more. “I wouldn’t dare bow to somebody with a soul, yet it seems you’ve given me yours. Just what am I to do with you?”

Your words were paused to press a lasting kiss onto her cheek, right below her wide eyes, nervously awaiting your response. Studying her with mirth dancing in your irises, you crooned in acceptance, fondly nudging your nose against her supple cheek. She was yours, and you were hers. A white rose blooming amidst a tumultuous storm.

“And my, my, what a powerful pair we make, my queen.”

[laedback-taurus]

Tortured Souls

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Warnings: mentions of torture Word Count: 1310 A/n: requests are open! Should I do a part 2 to this?

As a little girl your parents had always told you that you’d grow up to help people, you’re sure that they didn’t mean you patching up a hydra assassin against your will but here you are. You hadn’t seen your parents in years, not since you were taken from them by Hydra. You were one of the Tesseract experiments, they kept you around only because you survived your interaction with the Tesseract, it’s been years and you had shown no signs of abilities. You had been pretty much marked as useless, until they discovered your medical skills and put them to use on their super soldier. You only knew him as Soldat, the two of you had hardly ever spoken, he didn’t seem to speak much as it was, yet over the years of treating his injuries and fixing his arm which you had been taught to do, you found yourself falling for the tortured man.

You remember the first time you realised this, you were assigned to watch over the fight between Soldat and the new winter soldiers as a sort of medic. You didn’t realise this would mean having to watch Soldat get beaten to near death. You had to hold back your cries every time a punch collided with his face or gut. You had been made to watch from inside the enclosure with the soldiers and some Hydra agents. Once Soldat couldn’t take anymore of the beatings the soldiers turned on the agents and scientist, one of them locking eyes with you before making a beeline for you. You backed up until you could feel the bars hit your back and braced for impact. Before the soldier could reach you, she was hit back by an all too familiar metal arm. Soldat stood protectively in front of you staring down the soldier that threatened your safety, shielding you and a Hydra agent from the rouge soldiers. Another solder made an attempt at attacking you, but they barely made it within arm’s length of your before they were thrown back against the bars by Soldat. He guided you out safely and shut the bar door, locking everyone else inside. He had saved you that day, he protected you without hesitation and to you, that meant that there was still a part of the old him there.

Tonight, was a night like many others, you had to lay in your cell, listening to his screams echo throughout the facility. In the beginning you tried to block them out by covering your ears, but it never worked. You sat up on the concrete slab you called your bed as you felt a tear slide down your cheek, your heart broke for the man you longed for. You wished that you could take him away, help him remember the man he once was but you knew that would never happen. You heard the lock on your door being undone and you quickly stood up, wiping the stray tear away as you did. The door opened, bright neon light filled your cell, making you squint at the sudden change in brightness.

“You are needed” a voice said from the doorway. You nodded and followed them out of your cell. The screams had stopped now, which was slight relief but know you had to face whatever injuries he had endured. You were lead through two locked gates before you saw him, he was slumped back in the chair attached to the device they used to mess with his mind. You slowly approached him and crouched down next him his arm had been damaged, and he sustained a few minor injuries here and there. He looked down at you while you examined him, no matter how many times they rewired his brain, he somehow always remembered you, you were a stubborn presence in his mind that he refused to forget. He watched you as you began working on his arm with the tools Hydra had supplied you with, he paid close attention to the way your eyes with squint now and them while you concentrated on fixing him up. Once you had his arm functioning correctly again you moved onto his injuries, you were always so delicate when it came to his wounds, you never wanted to hurt him further. You were gently cleaning away some blood from a small wound on his stomach when suddenly a warm hand cupped your cheek. You slowly looked up to see Soldat staring at you with his head slightly tilted, cradling your now slightly warm cheek in his hand. He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb, all while staring into your eyes. He gave you the smallest of smiles, something you had never seen grace his features before, it was only a slight curl of his lip, but it still sent a tinging feeling through your body, you could only imagine how beautiful his full smile was.

“Hurry it up” a voice demanded from behind you, making Soldat remove his eyes from yours. You had completely forgot there were agents around. For a second you had let your cruel reality slip away and it had just been you and him, what you wished you could have.

“Fond of her are you Soldat?” An agent asked from somewhere in the room around you. “I can’t say I blame you” he confessed, there was something about the way he said it that made your skin crawl. It was as if Soldat could sense your discomfort and shot the agent a deathly glare, making every other agent in the room raise their weapons on him. You looked up at him, gently resting your hand on his knee, bringing his attention back onto you, making everyone lower their weapons. You gave him a small smile to tell him that you were alight, which he seemed accept enough to let it go. There was something about the soldier’s instinct to protect you that made your heart flutter.

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He had been gone for too long, way too long. He was sent out on another mission not long after you patched him up and everyone else had returned but him. You were sat with your back to the cell door, hoping to hear anything about his location and his safety. You sat there for hours, staring at the floor in front of you just waiting for any sort of answer when finally, agents started talking. Apparently, Hydra’s plan had been destroyed by some Avengers, the remaining agents were furious but also terrified now that authorities were on the hunt of remaining Hydra members. It wasn’t until right at the end of their conversation that they mentioned Soldat, he had been labelled missing in action, they knew he wouldn’t be dead, but he was on the run. They also mentioned the man he had been fighting, the same man that he had remember on the bridge, they called him Captain America, apparently him and Soldat were old friends. Your heart felt full at the thought of Soldat being free, maybe this Captain America would help him remember his old self. You brought your knees up to your chest and buried your head into your them. Your hands began to tremble as ear piecing screams filled your ears, surrounding you, this time they weren’t Soldat’s. Flashes of the previous hours played back in your head…You strapped to the same chair your Soldat had spent many painstaking hours in, the feeling of absolute dreed at the machine’s arms approached your temples and the excruciating pain of electricity making its way in to fry your brain. You cradled your head, hands clamped against your ears in a pathetic attempt to make to memories go away. You began to rock back and forth, quiet tears falling down your cheeks.

He’d come and save you…

Wouldn’t he?