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August in every episode: Season 1, Episode 11 "Fruit of the Poisonous Tree"

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Have Had You and Lost You

I promise I'm uploading Dr.Bee pt 2 after this one, sorry to everyone who was expecting that one but I CANNOT GET OVER EX HUSBAND BUCKY.

"You'll find the juice boxes on the second shelf," You hurry around your kitchen, heels in one hand and your perfume in the other one. "He likes his juice decanted and he'll probably tell you he likes it room temperature but, Wells thinks room temperature means a little cold so you need to put one ice cube in his sippy cup."

Bucky nods, trying his hardest not to laugh. "Decant, room temperature. When did our five year old become a restaurant critic."

"Sometimes I'm afraid we made a mistake by letting him hang out at the Stark mansion." You laugh. "Every time I pick him up, he's learnt a new word and needs to use it at least three times in every sentence."

"Last time he was at my house he called Bluey exquisite." Bucky throws his head back with laughter. As soon as the sound hits your ears you truly feel, for a second, the world has stopped.

It's that same uninhibited laugh that made you fall in love with him all those years ago. You knew his years of torment had built a tall wall around his heart, and having him share these relaxed moments with you meant the world. That laugh was a special thing only the two of you shared.

But reality settled in once he asked the question you've been avoiding.

"So, who is he?"

Your bottom lip became trapped between your teeth as you thought how to answer his question. His blue eyes shifted all over your face, trying to read any expression you gave him.

Maybe you should have told him the truth but, you had been finally getting along after a long and tiresome divorce. So, you decided on a happy medium, no answer at all.

"Hmm," Bucky scratches the stubble on his chin. "You don't want to tell me his name."

"I never said that." You point out, feeling the vein on your temple throb.

"Your tell is a traitor," Bucky hums, running the back of his finger on your temple. "Maybe you don't want to tell me because I know him."

"He's no one." You turned away from him.

"You were never a good liar," Bucky says with a dry laugh. "So, I do know him."

"It's hard for you to not know someone in town, Buck."

"He's someone from around here, then." Bucky's eyebrows shot up.

He has to give it to the mystery man, never in his life did he think someone would have the balls to ask his ex wife on a date. Especially not someone who works in the compound.

Bucky and you had decided it would be best if you and Wells kept living close to him, so the change wouldn't affect your son too much. You'd decided on the town closest to the compound. A sleepy town, a couple of thousand habitants, mostly ex SHEILD agents and their families.

"You're really not going to tell me anything about the guy?"

You slip your heels on, keeping your lips shut.

"Is he a doctor? A nurse?" You roll your eyes.

He continues. "Is he in tech?"

"Better yet!" Bucky snaps his fingers like he's just had the idea of the century. "He's a trainee and I'm his direct superior. That would be the cherry on top."

"We've been on a couple of dates," You finally say something. "Three to be exact."

Bucky raises his eyebrows. "The coveted fourth date."

"Don't." You roll your eyes. "It's not like that."

"I'm not judging," He raises his arms in defense. "I understand you need to get your fix, we're all human, doll."

You groan.

"What?" Bucky comes closer, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You can talk about your sex life with me, darling. I'm not the jealous type."

"Bucky," You say, your tone warning. "you can't be the jealous type."

"There isn't anything here," You wave your finger between the two of you. "To be jealous of."

As you look back up at him, his smile seems forced. Bucky tries to keep his cool attitude up but, you know him too well to believe it.

"I left some money on the countertop so you can order pizza." You change the subject, feeling the air become tense.

"Don't treat me like I'm the sitter." Bucky scoffs. "Wells is my son too, and I can most certainly pay for a pizza."

"I- I" You stuttered. Trying to rack your brain for an apology, maybe explain that you didn't mean it like that but it was cut short by two honks coming from your driveway.

"He can't even ring the fucking doorbell," He scoffs again. "What a catch."

You turn and leave without speaking another word to your ex husband.

As hard as you tried, you couldn't get Bucky's words out of your head. It wasn't helping that your date was more interested in talking about himself and his recent promotion than even asking how your day went.

When had life become this way?

Once upon a time you were a woman who wouldn't settle for less than perfection and respect when looking for a man. You'd even walked out on a fair share of "New York's Elite", which usually meant men working in the finance district who think their dick is holy.

Which is why, when the ever so charming and chivalrous James Buchanan Barnes came into your life, you swore off stupid and unappreciative men.

Now, you're ordering your third glass of wine just so you can bare listening to the man you've accepted a fourth date from.

The dish you've ordered is now cold, and you're in no mood to listen to another word.

And just like that, your guardian angel answers your prayers.

Your phone lights up with a text from Bucky.

Bucky: Wells is fine, fed and asleep. Answer the call if you need to get out of the date.

Not even a few seconds later, your phone rings.

You barely have any time to decide whether you should do this or not. But your body reacts faster than your brain.

"Hello?" You answer shakily, holding a finger up to your date.

"Is he a field agent or a computers guy." Is the first thing Bucky says.

"Wells has a fever? Is he okay?" You say.

"That bad of a date, huh?" Bucky says through the receiver.

Bad date was an understatement. Your date couldn't care less that your son was feeling under the weather, he was too preoccupied looking over the dessert menu. But not even if hell froze over would you tell Bucky that!

"I think it's best if I come back home." You tell your date, getting up from your chair with your bag and coat in hand.

"Wait! One last guess!" Bucky says on the phone. "He's the guy who's in charge of sharpening my knives."

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes." You mutter, hanging up the phone and leaving your date behind.

By the time you're back home, Bucky's leaning on the door frame holding two glasses of wine, waiting for you.

You shut the taxi's door and walk past your ex husband and into your house.

"Not a single word." You warn as you pass by Bucky, taking both glasses. You down the first one and get started on the second one.

"Should I keep guessing who the mystery man is or..."

"He's part of Banner's research team," You groan throwing your head back. "There, happy?"

"Happy that the mother of my child is dating some loser who can't even come to the door for her?" Bucky raises his eyebrow. "Of course I'm not happy."

"Well not everyone has the 40's mentality Buck." You sigh, looking down at piece of pizza Bucky heated up for you.

"You're worth it." Bucky's eyes look crystal as they look at you. "All the roses and the dates and the opening of car doors, everything I did for you was because you're amazing and you're worth it."

Words escape your mind.

"I was too much of an idiot to let you go." Bucky looks down at the floor. "But please don't let anyone who won't take the time to cherish you, have you."

"Because to have had you, and lost you, is a pain only those who've truly love you have."

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Love is Blind (Part 3)

Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader

Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab. 

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut in later parts (part 4), reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, tooth rot worthy fluff, Eddie being a major flirt, cursing, mentions of substance use, descriptions of bullying & people being jerks but like also very overdone tropes, mentions of smut

A/N: Please let me know if you liked it!! Feel free to send me an ask if you want to fangirl with me over these two because I cannot stand them at this point. LOL Or if you want to share any ideas/predictions for upcoming parts with me or other ideas for future stories with Eddie, I would love to hear them. Also, if I forgot to include a warning that should be included, please let me know!

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“Eddie.” 

“Hey, Eddie.” 

“Earth to Eddie.”

“EDDIE.” 

“Shit! Sorry,” he says, breaking out of his thoughts and coming back to reality. He stares at his notes in his DM folder and he literally has no idea where the campaign has left off. He clears his throat and awkwardly flips through the pages. “Umm..”

“We just made it to the fishing town and we were tasked by a local merchant to kill a sea serpent that’s poisoning the local fish in exchange for..”

“Oh yeah,” he interjects, grabbing the correct script he needs to continue. “Uh, did you roll..?”

“Are you kidding me, man! What the hell?” Gareth exclaims, exasperated. “What’s wrong with you today?” 

Eddie’s face turns pink, shaking his head and ignoring the question. He was not going to admit to being distracted. He’s not embarrassed to talk to the guys about you, but he hasn’t told anyone he signed up for the study. He didn’t want to admit he was desperate or lonely, he’s too proud. He knows his friends don’t care, but it’s a mental block he can’t pass. 

“Nothing, I’m good. Just let it go,” he says defensively. 

“No way. Fucking spill it,” Jeff laughs. 

Eddie racks his mind for the most sane way to answer their questions. He sighs, pushing a mess of his curly hair out of his face. 

“Who is she?” Gareth asks, raising an eyebrow. 

***

DAY FOUR

“I’m mad at you,” Eddie says, and you roll your eyes. 

“What did I do now?” You ask, playful sarcasm evident in your voice. 

“You’re throwing me off my game”

“I don’t even know what you mean by that.” 

“Obviously because I’m really cool and popular,” he jokes, “I’m a Dungeon Master as you know.” 

“Yup, I’m familiar,” you toy. 

“My friends called my ass out so many times last night for not paying attention and I kept fucking up.” 

“I don’t appreciate you pinning this on me,” you chuckle. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Lies!” He says in a bravado. “You are the distraction! You have managed to weasel your way into every aspect of mind- I hope you’re proud of yourself. I’m probably going to be dethroned. My reign is over.”

You bite your bottom lip, to hold back the goofy smile you know is creeping over your whole face. Never before has anyone made you feel like this. The notebook to keep track of other “dates” is long forgotten. You only want to continue talking to Eddie. You wonder if any of the other people you spoke to felt a connection this strong. You’re dying to know if there are other people who feel as good as you right now. 

“What were you thinking about?” you ask shyly. You can hear the way it makes Eddie stop in his tracks. You assume he wears some sort of chain on his pants cause you can hear it when he paces, but suddenly, his end of the wall falls silent.

“How honest do you want me to be?” he asks, suddenly sounding shy. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, I could go the cheesy, romantic, ‘I was thinking about you’ way- which is true. Or, I could be brutally honest because ‘I was thinking about you’ in this context has much more implications than that.” 

“You’re confusing me,” you laugh, “just tell me.”

“Do you ever fantasize about when we get out of here? In like, a you know-”

“Like sexually?” you ask, throwing him a bone. He was drowning. 

“Yeah,” he admits, and you can hear the chain on his pant leg as he fidgets. 

“Yes,” you answer honestly, “I do.”

“I think about it all the time,” he says, the confession spilling out, “The fact that I can’t touch you is driving me fucking insane. It’s not even like just like the thought of getting to fuck you- it’s like being close to you and like feeling your body heat, or like the weight of you sitting on my lap, what it feels like to just touch your skin- just everything that we’re being denied. I don’t even have a visual in my head to go off of it’s just like- I don’t know, man…”

You wince at the mention of sitting on his lap. “I don’t know if you’d want me on your lap for a long time..,” you sound defeated. 

“Um, don’t speak for me,” he cuts you off, playfully. “Any man who doesn’t want the full weight of his woman on his lap is a fucking idiot. Ugh, I don’t even think you understand just how amazing it is. I don’t care if you try to fight me on this, princess. You’re sitting on me, and I will love every second of it.” 

“I’m not thin, Eddie,” you whisper, feeling defeated. You hear him blow a raspberry and then he knocks on the wall. 

“I… don’t… care,” he emphasizes by drawing out each word. “You need to believe me. I couldn’t care less about your weight, your height, your hair… whatever  it is. I like you! And that means I like every part of you.”

His voice begins to raise, like he is yelling up, “If these fuckers would realize we’re done already and let me out.” He then lowers his voice like he’s looking back to the wall. “I want you. The experiment fucking works, I wish I could show you what you do to me cause maybe then it’ll finally stick. I’m going out of my mind that I can’t touch you and show you how much I want you, your body, everything. Do you need me to spell it out?” 

“Would you have still found me attractive if we met outside of this experiment?” you ask, “I bet you wouldn’t have even looked my way if you saw me at a bar or something.”

“Sweetheart,” he coaxes, “absolutely. I know that I would’ve been annoying the shit out of you for your number. You’d have been the one to reject me, I guarantee it.” 

“I would have never,” you reply. 

“So if it’s possible for you to know that you wouldn't have rejected me without seeing me,” Eddie muses, “why can’t you believe the same for me?”

“You haven’t asked me a single thing about my appearance,” he continues, “Do you care how much I weigh? Do you care if I’m short?”

“Not at all. I haven’t thought about it,” you admit. 

“I haven’t either. Now, please let me have my fantasy of you sitting on my lap please,” he whines, “I need something to get me through the day, Christ.” You laugh at his fake annoyance. 

You’re so happy at how he’s able to talk you down. It amazes you how he’s able to see through the insecurities and brings you back down to Earth. 

“Okay, okay,” you say, settling back into the couch and getting comfortable. You rest your head back. 

“I don’t know, basically, we’re in the middle of the campaign- I literally spent weeks writing it,” he continues, “and I literally just can’t stop thinking about how amazing it would be if you were there. I’m just sitting there, thinking about what it would feel like to just have you sitting on my lap while we’re playing and then I’m thinking about how I want to feel lean back on me and I’d have my arm around your waist holding you, and maybe I’d rub little circles on the side of your thigh and I thought about how soft you probably feel and then suddenly I’m sporting the most embarrassing boner which thankfully no one saw- Fuck, this is what you’re doing to me.”

***

“Is there any way to end the trial early?” Eddie asks, sitting in the interview room. There’s a man putting a pulse oximeter on his right index finger and another testing his blood pressure with a monitor on his left side. 

Two other technicians sit across from Eddie, taking notes from Eddie’s answers on a clipboard. They have tested his levels of dopamine and norepinephrine. They’re taking extensive notes on Eddie’s physical reactions to you, and the same is done to all of the candidates- including you. They continue to ignore Eddie’s questions as they ramble on about his levels of oxytocin. 

“In order for us to gather all of the information necessary, this isn’t possible,” one of them finally answers. 

“But I’m telling you how I feel- I’m telling you it works,” he insists. 

“Mr. Muson,” one says, closing a file folder that contains his charts. “This is a study in brain chemistry. You agreed to participate for the designated number of days and in exchange you’d receive compensation. Your conversations between yourself and the other candidates is not our business, nor what you choose to do afterwards. Our job here is to collect data, not the details of your personal life.” 

“I can’t believe this,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. He pulls off the oximeter and grabs his jean jacket. He walks out, despite their protests, flipping them off as he goes. He couldn’t care less about the lousy $200. As far as he was concerned, they poked and prodded the two of you enough. 

Of course, he did show up the next day. Promptly with a big grin on his face, he walked in with a happy go-lucky attitude that the entire lab team was secretly sick of dealing with. These sudden outbursts and dramatic tirades were becoming a staple of Eddie’s interviews and they equally couldn’t wait to be done with him. 

***

DAY FIVE

“Are these dice?” You ask with a chuckle, opening the small, black velvet bag that’s been left for you on the table in the room. You empty the bag out into your hand and watch as the dice roll into your palm one at a time. They’re all red and shimmer as you move them around in your cupped hand. 

“Well, I wanted you to have them,” you hear his voice explain from the other side of the wall. You’re beaming as you carefully pour them back into the bag and tie it off. 

“This is so sweet, Eds,” you marvel. “I love them.” 

“I also brought my guitar and like in a non-douchebag way I was kind of hoping to play something for you,” he says, his guitar perched on his lap. “I’ve just been working on this song and I wanted your opinion on it.” 

It's surprisingly soft sounding. You were expecting heavy guitar, something really metal based on what Eddie has told you about his music taste and his band. It’s slower paced, like a dreamy, slow rock ballad. 

You wished you could see him, observe how he looks when he’s concentrating or how his fingers look strumming against the cords. You just know he has the most beautiful hands. You imagine his fingers and try to visualize them flexing as he strums. You’re so distracted by it that you almost miss him singing a verse. 

“It’s not done yet,” he prefaces, still strumming. “I’m still working on the lyrics so don’t think too much about them, just like the meaning and the melody you know?” 

“Yeah totally,” you hum in agreement. “I think it sounds great.” He smiles at the praise. 

***

Before

You anxiously sit by the front window, peeking out between the blinds occasionally. You smooth out the skirt of the new dress your mom bought you, and you make sure your hair is still how you requested. Your mom let you wear makeup and you picked eyeshadow that matches your dress and you feel like a million bucks. It’s your ninth grade formal, and the star of the JV basketball team asked you to be his date. 

The minutes tick by and the time changes from reasonably late to stood up. You still hold out hope, and reject your parents' offers to just drive you to the dance. It’s been 45 minutes now, and you still hoped he’d be there. It was long past an hour that you admitted that he wasn’t coming. 

The following Monday you learned the whole thing was a prank, and he never wanted to ask you to the dance. It’s in the school paper that he’s at the dance, dancing cheek to cheek with one of the cheerleaders, who you can’t help but compare yourself to. 

***

Eddie is sitting at the middle school cafeteria table alone. He’s about a hundred pages into the Hobbit and the crusts of his peanut butter sandwich are forgotten about on the crinkly brown paper bag Uncle Wayne packed his lunch in. He’s long forgotten he’s sitting alone, far too engrossed in the story to care, when suddenly his head is yanked back by someone tugging on his t-shirt. 

“What’s up, Freak?” the voice asks before shoving Eddie back towards the table. He catches himself on the edge before his head comes in contact with the surface. He winces as anger boils up inside him. The three jocks laugh amongst themselves until a familiar voice shoos them away. 

“Sorry about them,” she says apologetically as Eddie looks to see her. Chrissy. He notices how she glances from him to the cafeteria table where the cheerleaders sit, and Eddie knows she doesn’t want to be seen with him for too long. 

“You can go, I’m fine,” Eddie says, forcing a laugh to make her feel better. “But, uh, I wanted to ask you-” 

“Okay, thanks,” she says, cutting him off and practically skipping to sit next to the prick who shoved him. Eddie recoils as the jock’s arm wraps around her. Eddie rolls his eyes and gets up to have lunch outside. Along with the remains of his lunch, he shoves the necklace he meant to give her in the bin. He’d stayed up past his bedtime, Wayne showing him how to drill a small hole into the top of one of his guitar picks to put a metal jewelry loop through so it could be put on a silver chain. 

***

You’re sitting at the table in the dimly lit restaurant and sipping on your cocktail when you see him walk in. He matches the description your friend gave you, and you feel yourself smile at how cute he is- definitely living up to the hype. Your friend spent weeks convincing you to go out on this date- one of her boyfriend’s best friends. They’re in the same fraternity. 

You can see as he walks into the dining room, he’s looking around trying to find his date. You offer a smile when he makes eye contact, and you offer a small wave. 

“James?” You ask, “you’re exactly like how Donna described you.” He offers a polite closed lipped smile, and a nod, taking a seat across from you without saying anything. 

As the date continues, you notice you’re doing a lot of the talking. You ask him questions and you’re met with a lot of one word answers. He looks detached, checking his watch and his attention seems to be wandering throughout the restaurant at anything but you. By the time your entrees arrive, he yawns. 

“I’m sorry, did I do something or say something?” you ask, hesitantly.

“No, no you’re good,” he says, straightening his posture like it would correct the behavior he’s been exhibiting. 

He pays for dinner, and you ask if he’d like to do this again sometime (just to be polite, you knew it was going nowhere). He sucks in air from between his teeth, and lets out an exhale. 

“You’re a nice person,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets as he waits for the valet to bring his car. “I’m sorry, but you aren’t really my type. Tom didn’t tell me anything about you really. I just felt like we didn’t click.” You notice the way his eyes scan your body, the unspoken awkwardness of you knowing what he isn’t saying. You nod, and say strained goodbyes as he gets in his car. You wished you were more surprised. 

***

Eddie is met with dirty looks when he approaches a girl at the bar. He feels her eyes on his tattoos and on his clothes, judging him. He sees her friend, who's also looking at him, lean in and whisper something and they both laugh. He knows the joke is on him, yet again. 

He opts to hang where he is, leaning against one of the high top tables, when he watches another guy approach her. He’s muscular, of course he is, and Eddie looks down at his own torso in comparison as this guy’s abs strain his shirt. Eddie scoffs, but now feels incredibly insecure at how his own shirt hangs loosely on his figure. 

***

DAY SIX

“Are you still worried about tomorrow?” Eddie asks, playing haphazardly with his rings as he sits with his forearms rested on his thighs. 

“A little,” you admit sheepishly. “Are you?” 

“More excited than nervous,” he replies honestly. “This whole thing has been fucking wild,” he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Insane,” you agree, laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. 

“I just wanted to ask, no pressure,” Eddie says, clearing his throat, “Uh the other day, when we talked about, you know- what’s gonna happen when we see each other…”

“Yes?”

“You said to not hold back, I don’t remember exactly what it was but along the lines of ‘I don’t want you to hold back. Just whatever feels right to you in that moment, do it. Kiss me, touch me, I’m down for everything.’ Or something. I just want to make sure…”

“You don’t remember exactly, huh?” you tease. 

“Is that still what you want?” he asks earnestly. 

“Without a doubt,” you smile.

PART 4

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Hi! I love ur fics <3 i was thinking maybe you could do a hobie brown/ spiderpunk x female reader where her and hobie r going to do yk- and the reader is insecure of taking off her shirt because of her stomach rolls but hobie shows her how to love her self while like doing it with her. So basically like a lot of praise and etc.

You can add more or not do certain parts, or do it how you like :>

A/n- Hi! I’m so glad you like my fics, and I’m so sorry this took so long anon ): . Also I cannot find any pictures to fit with this so the gif is gonna have to do

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18+, smut, minors DNI, praise kink, afab reader, p in v, unprotected sex

You giggled when he pushed you onto the bed, you weren’t thinking much then- and right after dinner too?

He hungrily kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, your hands on his cheeks as you kissed him back.

He began to take off his jacket. That’s when you stopped him. That’s when the thoughts in your head raced.

“Uh, Hobie?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we.. uh, wait for tomorrow? I’m tired, and we just ate so….” You asked nervously, avoiding his gaze. You sat up on the bed.

He quirked an eyebrow, his hands on the bottom of his shirt now at his sides.

“So..?”

“I mean… I’m just.. you know…?”

“No, I don’t, might have to elaborate.” He sat down next to you on the bed, already knowing what was wrong.

You messed with the edge of your shirt now, stuttering over your words as you spoke.

“I just feel…you know, my stomach rolls and I’m just-“

He immediately interrupted you.

“What? That’s what you’re worried ‘bout?” He laughed, but stopped when he saw your upset expression.

“Love, you don’t have to worry about that. I don’t care. Everyone has them, I’m like the skinniest guy ever, I still have ‘em. You’re perfect.” He said, meaning every single word.

He was great with his words, and the way he spoke. In a way that makes you feel special.

He grabbed your hands, kissing them.

“I love you. I love every part.” He mumbled, you gave him a small smile and kissed him.

He gently laid you down on the bed this time, a new goal in his mind.

To make you feel better about yourself.

“You’re gorgeous. Seriously. Don’t know how everyone who looks at you doesn’t fall in love.” He said against your lips, you rolled your eyes and brushed off his words.

He grabbed your jaw when you looked the other way.

“I’m bein’ serious. I’m gonna show you just how much I mean it.” He said, letting go it your jaw, littering small kisses against your neck.

You watched him, and you moaned when he hit into the soft skin.

He looked up at you again, and he was suddenly off the bed.

He looked up at you, and grabbed your ankles, making you laugh quietly.

He moved his hands up your legs, to your thighs, and eventually your shorts.

“May I?” He asked.

You nodded, and that was all the confirmation he needed as he pulled down your shorts and then your panties, your panties which your arousal was clear in.

He collected your juices on his finger, toying with your clit, and enjoying the sweet noises you made when he rubbed circles on your pussy.

His fingers were quickly replaced with his mouth, making you quickly grab onto his wicks.

You moaned, he was good with his tongue. Flicking it and licking in all the right spots, and it wasn’t long before you came on his tongue.

He licked a stripe up your pussy, making sure to get all of your cum.

He looked at you again, with a large smile on his face, licking his lips.

He started to take off his shirt and jacket, then his pants. You watched him carefully as he was left only in his boxers, his erection straining against the fabric.

He then looked back realizing you were still wearing your shirt. He made his way back onto the bed, and he took it off, you raised your arms.

You suddenly felt self conscious of yourself, and you moved your hands to your stomach.

He grabbed them quickly, pinning them above your head.

“Hobie-“ you whined.

He clicked his tongue, sighing.

“I don’t want none of that.”

You didn’t say anything as he let go of your wrists, he slithered a hand behind your back, and unclipping your bra.

He threw it on the floor, along with the rest of the both of your guys clothes.

You both were now named when he took off his boxers, he stroked his hard cock a few times before positioning it at your entrance.

He slowly slid in, just the tip at first. You moaned at the intrusion.

He then slid his full length in your pussy, your walls clenching down on him.

He groaned, throwing his head back and he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size before sliding it out and slamming it back in.

His pace had your arms around him, you clawed at his back.

You both making the room echo with each noise and thrust, each groan and moan.

You closed your eyes.

“So gorgeous.” He mumbled, along with a few incoherent words you couldn’t make out at the moment, his cock feeling too good.

“Hobie, ‘m gonna-“ you started, but couldn’t finish your sentence because his thrusts were now even more relentless.

“I know, love. Cum for me.” He said, laying kisses on your skin as you let out a scream.

He smiled as he looked down at the mess you both made on the sheets.

He then pulled out, and with a few more strokes he was cumming on your stomach.

He laid down next to you. He turned his head to you, and you turned yours to him.

“C’mon. Let’s go take a bath, and then we can sleep.” He said, giving you a peck on your lips and standing up.

You nodded, he carried you to the bathroom when you struggled to walk.

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[mikanotes]

HEART TO HEART

seo yul x gn!reader | 4.3k words

genre: mutual pining, soulmates au

warnings: mentions of death, injuries, and hypothermia. made up stuff for the sake of my little soulmate au and a lot of confusing explanations sorry! might be ooc i haven’t watched aos in a while. not fully proofread

synopsis: A careless mishap with a dangerous artifact leads Yul to unknowingly lose half of his soul, and unknowingly attempt to get it back.

author’s note: in my seo yul era again

There is so many sounds around Daeho. People talking, the sound of each syllable that leaves their lips, the sound of each breath they exhale, the sound of laughter echoing around walls and steps all around the city. There is nature, the wind passing through the leaves of each tree, the sound of water droplets falling along a waterfall, birds’ wings moving and stray cats jumping on roofs.

There is so many sounds around Daeho, yet you feel as if you cannot really hear any of them.

There’s a tornado around you— A storm. It is made of every sound and feeling and it swirls around but you cannot feel. It is like watching the world breaking apart but seeing it from another place.

Where are you really?

Your name echoes around you.

The sound of a voice, warm and familiar. Home. Yes, this must be home. The voice that holds you gently, brings you to peace and helps you stay alive.

“Come back.”

Seo Yul.

“You’re finally here!” Choyeon nearly cries, hurrying over to join her friends. Jang Uk, Seo Yul, and Park Danggu. She sighs and frantically looks around, as if checking if anyone could be watching, before leading them inside with a pull to Danggu’s hand.

“What happened? The maid said it was urgent.” Uk says calmly, clearly confused. Choyeon seems restless. Yul doesn’t want to think of the worst, because it could really be something that isn’t at all urgent. But there’s this slight hint of genuine fear in the girl’s eyes that makes him do it, think of the worst, even if for just a second.

“There’s… Something happened, they’re unconscious, and…” her words are clear but too fast to make sense and all that he catches is your name and the word unconscious. “It’s because I’m clumsy and all, but I really didn’t mean for this to happen—”

“Slow down.” Uk laughs in slight shock, “Unconscious?”

“What exactly happened?” Danggu steps in. The girl looks at him with arched eyebrows and upset painted all over her expression before she finally sighs and turns away.

“It’ll be easier if you see.” she says, then walks towards a more secluded part of the gardens near Songrim. It’s near a small lake and close to a large, abandoned study room. There’s bushes and flowers all around and it’s enough to make for a beautiful spot to get alone time. Or hide something.

Choyeon pushes the large doors open. The room really is abandoned. There’s old desks and chairs stacked at the sides and some of the windows have been left ajar. Yul coughs because of the dust the second he steps inside, before waving his hand around in the air and squinting. But then everyone stops in their tracks, so he looks at the center of the room and his eyes widen.

This might really be urgent.

“… What happened?” Yul finally speaks up for the first time since his arrival. He was fine with his friends asking questions because they were the same he had in mind— But the scene in front of him urges him to talk.

You’re standing up straight in the middle of the room, the fabric of your clothing flowing in every direction despite the clear lack of wind inside the room, your eyes are closed and you don’t look anywhere close to awake. The place is at a fairly normal temperature, but it’s like a storm has formed specifically around you, much colder than the rest. A striking red ribbon is held tightly between your fingers.

You seem so… Calm. Yul feels a discomforting chill running down his spine.

Choyeon sighs quietly, biting on her bottom lip while thinking. The silence that follows Yul’s question stretches out for a long while, everyone clearly trying to make sense of the sight in front of them. It seems clear the girl who knows anything about it is hesitant to speak. Yul moves a bit closer to her. “Choyeon. It’s okay.” he says softly. He tries to sound reassuring. She looks up at him and shakes her head. He frowns a little. “Jin Choyeon.”

“We can’t help if we don’t know how they ended up like this. Please get on with it.” Uk complains, though everyone present knows his tone is a bit more worried than it is irritated.

“They held the Soulmates’ Fabric.”

Yul tilts his head a little, puzzled. “Soulmates’…?”

“Fabric.” she repeats, then sighs. “It’s… To summarize it, it’s an artifact from the Jinyowon— The fallen lovers’ spirits possess it. People used this to check if their lover was their soulmate or not before a wedding. Two parties hold it, it’s… It’s a ribbon, and if they’re soulmates it will show the fabric of fate linking their pinkies.”

Yul glances at your hand and figures that’s the red ribbon in your hand. Such a small thing— It looks as if he could wrap it around his wrist maybe twice, like a bracelet. Cursed artifacts really are just anything.

Uk chimes in. “And if they’re not?”

“Nothing. The spirits just laugh in their faces.”

“And if only one person holds it?” Yul asks. Choyeon looks at him and gulps, before glancing away.

“Their soul is trapped in there.”

“And why… Did you even have this? Simple curiosity.” Danggu asks. Choyeon shrugs a bit dramatically and turns away. The man blinks a few times before his eyes widen in realization. He points his finger towards his own chest, “Us?!”

“Well, yes.”

Yul feels his patience wearing thin and closes his eyes to calm it. He looks at Choyeon, “How did they end up holding it?”

“It flew away from my grasp, they just tried grabbing it for me..” she says, holding up her hands— Covered by silk gloves, protecting her in a way you visibly weren’t blessed with. “The doors to this place were wide open so we ended up here.”

Yul glances at you and sighs. Something tells him solving this won’t be easy.

“How do we get their soul back in here?” Uk asks, pointing towards your body with his thumb.

Choyeon sighs, again. It’s clear she’d hoped to avoid this since her friends arrived, despite knowing she would have to say it if this was to be solved.

“Their soulmate needs to hold the other end of the fabric.”

“You’re kidding…”

“This could take ages.”

“I know!”

Yul can practically see how cold the storm around you is. He can practically feel the threat of death attached to your body, missing its soul. A vessel without a soul is bad news. Without its soul, the body does not take long to… Heavens, no. He takes a step closer to you and lets his friends’ arguing become background noise for a moment. You’re eerily still.

“Is it safe to move them?” he asks.

“I think, but the problem is more so actually managing to do it.” Choyeon replies, “The storm is stronger than you might think.”

Yul tries, anyway. He takes a step forward and moves his hands to hold you. His skin feels like it’s freezing the moment they enter the storm surrounding your figure, and it gets about ten times worse when he manages to grab ahold of your arms. The very fact that you’re enduring this makes him feel like he might lose his mind if they don’t find a way to stop it. He grinds his teeth and tries to pull, ignoring his friends telling him to quit it as well as the burning that the cold cuts him with, and keeps at it for at least thirty more seconds before he’s forced to stumble back.

This is bad, he thinks. He’d hoped your body wouldn’t be too affected by the cold because of its unnatural nature, but upon closer look, a lot of signs indicate you’re more than affected. Freezing much faster than a person ever should have been. Truly just a body with no soul.

Uk looks at him, hand firmly holding his shoulder after shoving him away from you. “You won’t have a hand to hold the fabric with, if you keep this up.” he says sternly. Yul glares a little and moves away from his hand.

“That would be a futile effort. I figure I’d only be trapping my soul, too.”

“I mean, would you?” Danggu asks, brows furrowing. The question is directed at Choyeon, now, who should clearly have more extensive knowledge on the whole thing, “Did the people who use this have to hold it at the exact same time or else one of them got trapped? That seems… Inconvenient.”

Choyeon shakes her head lightly and walks over to a table in the room. There, a large and old book about artifacts and customs sits on the surface. “There’s something they would recite. Like a… A spell. Or a poem, I think? I was too panicked to read all this, but… I think that’s what protected their souls from being taken if they weren’t linked to each other.” she explains, frantically going through the book. “But Yul is right. Since their soul is already trapped, him holding the fabric would only work if they’re sure to be soulmates.”

“Well, might as well try.” Uk scoffs, “Besides, who could it be if not Yul?”

The latter looks down and scoffs. His friends’ teasing on his very obvious fondness for you would usually not have much effect on him besides giving him mild embarrassment, but today it feels a bit different. The words sound sour to him in these circumstances.

“This might be life or death.” he says quietly, and repeats it louder when Danggu asks what he said. He looks up, “At this rate, their temperature will only continue to drop. They’ll be dead and frozen in less than a few hours.”

Choyeon makes a sound of discontentment and concern before speaking, “Isn’t that too precise?”

“Master Heo taught me enough to know this much. We all know this.”

An overbearing silence follows that statement. It’s hard to claim the teachings of Daeho’s best physician are wrong, and Yul is right, and it makes it all the more difficult to process. You are hanging in the air in the middle of a freezing storm and their chances of saving you are incredibly slim. Their hope is quick to slip away.

There has to be a way. Your soulmate could be worlds away, for all they know. Yul would be willing to set out on a quest to find whoever it could be and drag them back here if it came down to it, however he doesn’t have the privilege of having so much time. So, “Is there another solution?” he asks, gaze focused on Choyeon. 

He must look somewhat different because the girl’s eyes widen for a moment and she looks towards Uk. “Well,” she looks back at him, “Breaking almost any artifact would render it incapable of executing their usual magic, which means this one too… Probably.”

“We can’t base ourselves off a ‘probably’.”

“I— Just look in the stupid grimoire, then!”

So he does. He walks over to the book and lets Choyeon move aside before pressing his hands down over the edges of the pages. Soulmates’ Fabric, cursed souls, history, spell recital, remedies… There are only two pages on this artifact, which means all their solutions had to be hidden somewhere there. 

Or that there is not a solution.

“Why did our elders have to be so damn dramatic?” Uk sighs in annoyance, and conversation ensues behind Yul. He doesn’t bother keeping up with anything that’s said.

“Trust was especially important at the time.”

“Yeah? For their image and reputation?”

“Can’t be all too different from right now, then.”

The story of the Soulmates’ Fabric claims two souls reside in that ribbon, lovers who were doomed to never be together yet perished at each other’s side. Impossible to get this ribbon off their wrists, even in death— They cursed it, whether they meant to or not, and the piece of fabric could only be taken once their bodies had entirely vanished.

It then became a custom to see if the spirits approved, or rather, if they could confirm if lovers were meant to be before they could marry. One of the spirits known to be kind, and gentle with their approach— The other much angrier, still understandably bitter over their fate. It’s said if two are soulmates, the kinder one will tie the ribbon around their fingers. If not, the cruel one will mock them. However, the method growing to be seen as too much of a risk, the ribbon was sealed in the Jinyowon for years to follow.

Yul’s gaze moves around the page, looking over words about the way the custom used to go, the way people saved themselves, but he struggles to even find a single sentence about a situation similar to yours. He focuses on a specific part, which sounds a lot like a poem, though it isn’t the one he saw earlier to recite before the ritual.

If one foolish enough to be trapped all on their own,

Mind numbed by the illusions of the Eye of the Storm,

Only their lover may find a way to wake their heart,

Or curse themselves with our wrath dare they injure us a cut.

To the abyss and away from their love they will depart,

With us shall never part.

“Curse themself if they dare injure them with a cut?…” he mumbles to himself, eyebrows creasing in confusion. He takes a deep breath and rereads it ten times, then looks back at the story of the souls. It is said they couldn’t remove the ribbon from the lovers’ tied wrists even after their death. Lovers fated to be apart, tying themselves to die together if they can’t live together. Then…? His eyes widen in realization.

“I’ll hold it.” he says suddenly, turning around. The group startles and looks at him. “I’ll hold the fabric right now, but I need you to do something in case it goes awry.”

Danggu nods hurriedly. “Good, anything, because they’re freezing over here.” the blonde says, moving his hand away from your arm and clutching it with his other. It’s red from the cold.

Yul swallows thickly then takes a short breath. “If it goes wrong, I need one of you guys to cut the fabric with my swords.”

“What?”

He continues, “I think if someone cuts the fabric they’ll be cursed by the spirits, but it will free the one that’s trapped.” he explains calmly, and sees Uk scoffing in disbelief as he listens. “So if it comes down to it, cut it. With my swords. Make it known I’m the one willing to be cursed.”

“What happened to ‘we can’t go off a probably’?” Uk mimics, air-quoting him, “You only said you think. Not that you’re sure. And what if it curses us anyways?”

“You’re right. Making the situation worse isn’t something I’m willing to risk.” Yul says dismissively, unsheathing the swords at his sides. “I can cut it myself right now.”

A hurried chorus of ‘no!’s follows that statement and Danggu jogs up to his side.

“Okay, let’s just… talk first.” he says, and glances at you for a second before adding, “Fast.”

“What is there to talk about?” Yul asks.

“Well, what— What’s the deal with the curse? What does it entail? Why would it happen?” Choyeon questions, “I mean, it makes sense a spirit would want to curse the one who breaks their artifact, but what’s their reasoning?”

“It’s the only thing that kept them together. In death, when they couldn’t be together in life.” Yul says, “It’s nothing short of cruel to cut it. But it… is a way to solve this.”

“And what if you’re soulmates?” Uk asks, crossing his arms, “What if it could be solved much more easily?”

“And if we’re not?” Yul counters, expression hardening, “I don’t want to risk it.”

“We would be risking much, much more if we lose both of you to a ribbon.” Danggu argues.

“I’m sorry,” Yul starts, fingers tightening around one of his swords, “But you are not changing my mind on this. Try as you might.”

“Yul…”

The second sword drops to the floor as he lets it go and he uses the distraction of the sound to take the few steps needed to get to you again. Otherwise he knows Uk will stop him.

He steels himself for the incoming pain and grabs the fabric in your hand before he can overthink it more. He holds it tightly and hisses at the cold, but tries to pull to bring your arm higher. You’re like a statue. It’s almost impossible to get you to move at all. Frozen. The storm is beginning to surround him, a slow but sure sign of his soul being pulled somewhere away from his body— Though he has no way to know if it’s to the abyss of the fabric’s realm or simply to meet yours. He cannot afford to wait and see.

The cold rushes through his own blood the longer he remains there, and he’s sure that the cursed souls are too close to him to risk staying still any longer. 

He had planned to immediately strike his sword against the artifact the moment he would get a tight enough hold of it, but now that he’s there, it proves to be much more difficult than he’d anticipated. His body feels heavy and his heartbeat is so loud in his ears that he cannot hear his friends’ yelling.

No, this isn’t my heartbeat, he realizes, mine is hurting my chest from how fast it’s going.

It’s yours. You’re still alive.

He feels as if his fingers may be turning numb, and worse, his mind as well. If this keeps up, his stupid plan will have been for nothing and Danggu will be right. Losing both you and him. He doesn’t care about anyone losing him, but it cannot be for nothing. So he focuses, and he finds any bit of strength left in him. With a yell, he swings down his sword just as the words “I’m sorry” attempt to leave his lips. Pointless apologies to souls long gone.

It cuts right through the red piece of silk.

Clang. His hand goes limp and his sword falls.

He sees you fall to the ground before he feels his own body do the same. His head hits the wooden floor, hard, and he feels like he’s lost his breath for a few long seconds. He’s spent— He swears he doesn’t have any strength left in him at all, otherwise, he would have crawled to you to make sure you’re not frozen and dead. His arm is extended on the floor, his end of the ribbon in his hand, and the other in yours still. His sword is somewhere else in the room but he doesn’t know where.

He blinks slowly, trying his very best to stay awake, but it becomes incredibly difficult. The pain and exhaustion are begging him to succumb to sleep but he cannot allow it yet. He can vaguely make out words of worries from his friends, but everything sounds far away. He tries to move, but all he can do is tighten his fingers around the small piece of ribbon. A thought crosses his mind as he looks at it, something that makes him feel even more confused than the fall already did.

Other than the cold in his veins, that is slowly fading away, Yul cannot feel anything close to a curse on him.

Is it not immediate? Why has he not heard the resentful screams of anger of separated lovers? Why is he merely battling his way to staying awake and not out of a fate worse than death? Was the curse a mere myth, or the true struggle a test of strength and will?

Through a half-open and hazy gaze, Yul swears he sees something odd happening. The red silk ribbon, cut cleanly in the middle, beginning to reconstruct all on its own. Fabric made out of air, slowly growing longer from both ends of the torn bits until they inevitably meet again in the middle.

And a translucent red ribbon, like a vision of sorts, tying around both yours and his pinky fingers.

The individuals will, if truly soulmates, see the ribbon tying around their pinkies. The book must’ve been right, but severely missing information. It really is doing just that, but there was nothing written about it fixing itself after getting cut. Then again, there wasn’t a tale of anyone ever trying before.

Yul breathes out something close to a laugh just before he loses grip of his consciousness and passes out, unsure of where he will be when he wakes up— If he ever does. Whatever happens, as long as you’re alive, it will have been worth it.

When he opens his eyes, at first, he’s in a dark space and laying down. He hears whispers and feels energies threatening enough to make him reach for his swords— But he finds he cannot move.

“Was there ever a curse to begin with? Tales this old are riddled with truths and details lost to time.” a voice says, and it seems to echo— Like two people are speaking, “What do you believe?”

— I don’t know.

“You were merely getting the missing half of your soul back. Who would curse you for such a thing?” the voice (voices?) laugh, “It seems clear they would’ve done the same, too.”

When he opens his eyes, the second time, it’s for real and he’s gasping for air. I was spared, he thinks. He sits up hurriedly and looks around, his head spinning so much at the sudden movement that he threatens to fall from the table he’s on. 

Table?

“Please do not move so quickly!”

He breathes heavily and looks around through half-lidded eyes. He’s at Sejukwon. He looks to the side and sees you on the second table in the room. You’re sitting already as a nurse fixes up an incense of sorts, and your eyes are trained on him— Wide and surprised. “Yul!” you exclaim, “What in the world?”

He just stares at you for a bit, lips parted without a single word coming out. “Are you okay?” he asks. There’s clear signs all around him that he really woke up, this time around, and that this is reality. But part of him wants to hear you to be sure. 

“You…” you sigh, closing your eyes for a moment. Then you give him a look of disbelief that makes it clear the others have told you about what he did to get you back— and that this really is for real. He feels his mouth tugging into a smile and his body relaxes again. 

“One could argue you’re worse than I am, you fool.” you scoff, “I’m… Well, I almost died of hypothermia, alright. That’s a feat. But I survived.” you deadpan, eyebrows furrowed, “However you have a concussion.”

He wouldn’t have it any other way. “Good.” he says.

“Not good, are you insane?”

He finds himself laughing at that and slowly lays back down, because he seriously thinks he might fall over if he doesn’t. He doesn’t mind the worried look the nurse gives him as she leaves when he continues to laugh, either. He’ll say it’s because of the concussion. He’s just relieved.

“Oh, so you really are insane.” you scoff.

A silence follows. He looks at you. You’re staring at him with a look of relief, which makes him wonder how much you worried while he was out. It’s past sunset already, so the room is slowly losing its light. Things are quiet around Sejukwon— They always are so the patients aren’t disturbed, but even more so when it’s later in the day. There’s no more worries.

Only thoughts about what happened means for you.

He calls your name and you hum. “Did they tell you?” he asks quietly, almost whispering, “The others.”

“About your heroic tales of saving?“ you half-joke, “Yes. They did, before leaving because it got late. Thank you.” this time, your voice loses its sarcasm halfway. Your expression is much too genuine for those thanks to sound anything but, anyways. He laughs.

“I meant the ribbon. What it meant.”

“We’re soulmates.”

Yul has to make an effort to breathe. You say it so easily, like it’s such a natural thing. And it… is. You are literally meant to be, it could not be anything more natural. In a way, it could make sense you would be so casual about it. But he also feels like he might be close to fainting all over again from how much these words make his head spin, so he can’t entirely agree that it does.

“Yes.” he pauses, to breathe, “That.”

“You don’t sound happy.”

“Please don’t tease me.”

You laugh slightly and get up from where you were sitting. You walk over to him and stand at his side. He stares up at you and smiles. “I’m happy.” he says, “I’m happier than I probably should be considering the circumstances.”

“Good. Me too.” you say, then your expression grows more serious. “I’m sorry you had to suffer this much to bring me back.”

“It’s okay.”

“I know it is. That’s your problem, Yul.”

“It is, isn’t it?” he chuckles, “Unfortunate that our souls are linked. I’ll try not to inconvenience you more than necessary, but I can’t do much about that.”

“Your nature of putting your life on the line for someone you care about, you mean?” you scoff, “I’ve been used to it, anyways. But the way you say this makes it all sound very official.”

Here comes his worst fear. An exaggeration? Maybe. Not entirely. He’s spent years at your side, and well over half of them pining after you. And though it was apparently evident to anyone that saw you two that the feelings were reciprocated, saying anything about them was terrifying. But now you’re soulmates. Or rather, you’ve always been. It doesn’t actually change anything. 

But it does give him the guts to actually ask. This is as much courage as he’ll ever get, anyways. So he sits up and stays quiet for a moment, then turns to look at you.

“Would you like to be with me?”

[elli3luvs]

spoiled! reader x dealer! ellie

part two

a/n: ok i know i said there was gonna be smut but i really couldn't figure out how to segue into it LMFAO so i will make a part three sometime!! sorry i've been so bad recently at keeping promises :(((

wc: 1.3k

part one

"seriously, dee," you brush through your hair once more before setting the brush down, "i don't know why she's such a bitch. she's been so curt with me recently in our poetry class."

"like how?" she mumbles from behind you.

you furrow your eyebrows as you recall her behavior toward you, "like not talking to me at all — which is weird even for ellie — and not even waiting for me after class! she's also stopped showing up here! i don't understand." it was hurting your feelings.

but being emotionally constipated made you, in turn, ignore her even harder.

dina rolls her eyes at your words, trying to keep a semblance of coolness to her. she had been in the middle of a horrible cold war ever since a week prior.

ellie was mad at you because you 'suddenly turned into a bitch again' and you had started being a little curter when you realized she had to know of your crush on her. when she teased you about trying to look good for her, that's when you knew she knew.

it was so humiliating for her to know that about you. your crush on her was something you wanted to keep semi-secret until you were ready to reveal it but ellie's quick senses caught onto you.

"ellie isn't being a bitch maybe she's upset because you suddenly went back to your old ways after being kind to her for a while." dina crosses her arms at you.

you shake your head, "no way. she's definitely more sens-"

dina groans loudly, cutting you off, "whatever! talk to her about it," she slides off the bed, looking at the time on her phone, "she should be here in like 5 or so minutes. talk it over, i cannot deal anymore." dina walks out of your shared dorm leaving you in a suffocating silence.

what did she mean she "cannot deal anymore?" were you seriously complaining that much?

it wasn't like you didn't want to talk to ellie. you would want nothing more. even though it was hard to admit, you really missed her stupid jokes or the way she would look when her eyes were all hazy from the weed. you missed the way her and dina would laugh on dina's bed after a smoke session. it was becoming a welcome routine to talk to her after a long day. but, it was so hard to look at her and know she knew you liked her.

maybe it was the overthinker in you but it was too much to handle. something about it was so humiliating.

your thoughts are interrupted by a knocking on the door followed by ellie's muffled, "let me in! it's cold."

your heart thumps against your chest as you stand up and make your way to the door.

you try not to let your heart break when you see the way ellie's face falls when she realizes it's you.

"where's dina?" her voice is flat, monotonous, which was weird to hear. even when the two of you hated each other it never sounded like this.

ellie tried peering over your shoulder to see if her friend was hiding somewhere. when she realizes dina really isn't there she lets out a sigh.

this was almost unbearable.

you kick at the floor, pulling your sleeves over your hands, "she just left a couple minutes ago."

ellie clicks her tongue, looking around before she speaks up, "tell her i stopped by," she turns around, "see ya."

your voice halts her in her tracks, "wait!" ellie turns to look at you with furrowed eyebrows, "can we please talk, maybe?"

ellie scoffs, "about what?"

you nibble on your bottom lip, "about what's happening," your voice falters as you look into her eyes. curse her beautiful eyes, "about us?"

ellie looks as if she is contemplating it for a while, shoving her hands in the pockets of the carhartt jacket she's wearing. the cold air is drafting over your body but you can't help but feel warm under her gaze. her hair whips in the wind, the hair tie she has is not doing much to keep it up. ellie finally nods, looking a bit exasperated at the decision, but she still moves forwards to come inside.

ellie doesn't even hesitate to sit on dina's bed, waiting for you to finally speak up. she's fiddling with her hands and the expression on her face almost makes you want to punch yourself for being so stupid. she looked like a kicked dog.

"i'm sorry," you start off, voice cutting through the cold silence. ellie looks up at you with an expecting gaze, "i freaked out that one day in poetry class when you, when you, god — this is really hard for me. when you asked if i was getting pretty for you or if i had a date."

ellie grips the edge of the bed, "wait? you freaked out because of that? why?"

you shrug, "because you found me out. i wasn't expecting you to catch on so quickly."

ellie cocks her head to the side, "catch on to what?" she gets off of dina's bed so she can stand in front of you, "i'm.... i'm so confused right now." she confesses to you honestly.

well shit. this wasn't how you expected it to turn out. there was no backing out of this. you have to swallow your pride and fear of rejection at this moment.

"you didn't catch on that i like you?" ellie gapes at you when the sentence comes out of your mouth, "that's why i got cold. i freaked out because i thought maybe you were weirded out that i had come to like you even though i was such a bitch befo-"

ellie's hand resting on the side of your face stops your word vomiting from completing. there's a look of happiness so prevalent on ellie's features, one you have never seen before. it puts you at ease.

"you like me?" ellie's voice is barely more than a whisper.

you push against her hand, "i thought i was obvious, ellie."

she bites her lip, a blush raging across her beautifully freckled face, "man, i was just messing with you that day," her eyes blink rapidly as if she's trying to process what you had just told her, "i like you too. since the day i laid my eyes on you."

"well," you start, feeling lighter in the chest now that you have confessed, "i definitely didn't like you at first sight. i actually wanted to kill you for sitting on my bed."

ellie laughs, leaning her head against your shoulder, "oh, i remember. i ranted to dina that whole day. i thought you were so cute but such a bitch."

"i tried so hard to get your smell off my bed." ellie lifts her head from your shoulder, an offended expression cast on her face. she pushes your shoulder.

"i don't even stink!"

you push her back, the playfulness making you grin like a madman, "yeah, right! my bed smelled like weed until i washed it!"

ellie clicks her tongue as she takes your figure into her arms. you relax against her chest thankful that dina left the room so you could finally talk this over with her.

"so does this mean i can sit on your bed now?" you laugh at her little quip.

"i mean," you act apprehensive, "i guess."

she gives you a kiss on the forehead, "sounds amazing."

[renx01]

Playing Along - Part 6

Prompt: “Just play along, please” inspired this multiple part fic, in which agent Galahad and Kay are on a mission together in the French Alps. Here, they have to pretend to be a couple, despite the two of them being rivals and Kay always wanting to beat him at everything. Pairing: Harry Hart x Kingsman!Reader Fandom: Kingsman Tags/Warnings: fake dating, slowburn, rivals Word count: 1712

Masterlist

The snow falls slowly as you trek through the thick layer that rests on the ground. Galahad, who’s walking in front of you, seems to know where he’s going, so you’re trusting your colleague to lead the way. It’s quiet, save for the crunch you hear with each of your steps. You’re enjoying this quite a bit, there’s a sense of peace you haven’t felt in quite a while, not since before you joined Kingsman. The snowy mountains are a place where you have always been able to find peace, but it hasn’t been the same the past few years. Yet, somehow, this time around it seems somewhat normal again, despite you being here on a mission with a colleague you weren’t particularly fond of beforehand. It’s as if the two of you have finally found a way to work together and appreciate each other for the agents, no people, you are.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by Galahad offering you a hand to get up a ledge. ‘Cam.’ Thanking him, you gratefully accept it. He pulls you up with such ease that you almost fall into him, but he catches you in time, holding you closely. ‘Careful now, we wouldn’t want you getting injured.’ He says and shows a genuine smile. ‘Sorry Harry, I can be a bit of a clutz sometimes.’ You smile back sheepishly. ‘Now, now, I wouldn’t say that.’ He calmly lets go of your waist once you seem like you’ve found your footing again. ‘You’re quite skilled in the field, and apparently on skis as well, both of which you need good coordination for. So, I wouldn’t really qualify you as a clutz.’ Before you’re able to respond to the compliment, he turns around and starts walking again. Looking over his shoulder, he tells you that you’re almost at the destination, and you follow quickly.

After about ten more minutes of walking, you reach a plateau on the mountain your chalet is located on the bottom of. ‘We’re here.’ Harry states and he smiles at you before motioning you to turn around. When you do, you’re met by a beautiful white landscape that surrounds you. To your right, you see the little building you’re staying in, while there’s a pine forest in front of you and to your left. As you overlook it, you spot a frozen waterfall in the distance. The valley truly looks quite beautiful in the blanket of snow that covers it. Hearing the man behind shift and put down the backpack he’d been carrying, you turn to him to see him pulling out a thermos. ‘How did you find this place Harry? It’s beautiful.’ He looks up at you from his crouched position. ‘I have my ways.’ He smirks. ‘Now I cannot go around revealing all my secrets, can I? That wouldn’t be very fun.’ You laugh at that last comment, thinking back to the previous night, when you’d told him something similar. ‘A cup of tea for you dea- Cam?’ Choosing to ignore the strange stop before he said your name, you happily accept his offer. Pouring two cups, he hands you one of them, before putting the thermos back into the bag. Upon taking a sip, you realise he’s chosen an Earl Grey Breakfast blend, one of your favourites on days such as these. The two of you stand there next to one another, looking out at the beautiful nature and a warm cup of tea in hand. You let the calm wash over you and close your eyes while you slowly drink the beverage.  Minutes pass before either of you says anything, hesitant to interrupt such a perfect moment.  Yet, Harry eventually does, asking whether the tea he’d chosen is to your liking. Nodding, you affirm that it is. You didn’t mind him interrupting the silence, even appreciating the baritone of his voice. Something within you seems to have changed, you note as the interaction continues. Unable to pinpoint what it is exactly, you focus on your conversation with him instead.  Upon finishing your tea and handing the taller man your cup, you note that you should probably start heading back to the cabin; since it’s already past three o’clock. You do so, but rather than having harry walk in front of you, he now walks beside you, conversing about different topics, ranging from sports and art to the most recent political scandal. The Conservative Party had recently taken a considerable hit in popularity after a rumour about David Cameron and a pig’s head started going around. Knowing what sort of people he’d been associated with throughout his studies at Oxford, you wouldn’t be too surprised if it’s confirmed to be true. Harry wholeheartedly agrees and voices his disgust with such traditions saying, ‘such behaviour is repugnant to any reasonable person and should not be considered as part of our vast and diverse array of traditions.’ 

The hike down the mountain turned out to be more fleeting, arriving back at the cabin thirty minutes earlier than anticipated. You unlock the front door and walk in before sitting down to take off your boots. They’d held up exceptionally well considering the amount of snow you’d walked through and stood in. Harry follows suit and sits down next to you after closing and locking the front door. His shoulder touches yours as he leans forward to undo the laces of his boots. Once you’ve taken them off, you stand up and take off your coat as well. Quickly, you put the items away before turning around and looking at your colleague, who’s just stood up and is unzipping his jacket.  ‘I wanted to thank you.’ His eyes meet yours; they’re soft, but unreadable to you. ‘It was my pleasure being able to take you.’ Taking his coat from him, you hang it up next yours. ‘But I do, Harry. Otherwise we wouldn’t have gone out, despite the weather actually being quite nice. So thank you. Really.’ You smile shyly.  He opens his mouth to answer, but nothing seems to come out before he closes it again, deciding it’d be enough to smile, although a bit sheepishly. His eyes do not leave yours though, and eventually a somewhat tense silence settles between you. There isn’t much space and the hallway seems to become smaller. You’re awfully aware of the heat that radiates off him and how close he actually is to you. His right hand slowly itches closer to your left, until his fingertips finally touch yours. Meanwhile his other hand ghosts somewhere near your hip, but he seems hesitant as he starts leaning closer to you. Shifting your hand, your fingers move between his and you hold his hand tenderly. What feels like a few very tense minutes pass when his forehead finally rests onto yours and your noses are so close they’re about to touch. You feel that he’s about to kiss you; and you want him to. Desperately.  However, the moment is interrupted by your phone ringing. You answer, pretty annoyed but you don’t let it show in your voice. ‘Hello, this is Kay speaking.’ You’re met by a deep, Scottish voice. ‘Hello Kay, Merlin here. I was wondering if you and Galahad have returned to the cabin yet.’ You signal to the man, who has now given you some space to answer the phone but is still holding you closely, that it’s the, as you lovingly call him (and very much to his annoyance), wizard. ‘We did just now, we were about to call you.’ ‘Hm- Alright, thanks. We’ll keep in touch, but just get some rest today. Nothing’s really come up and for now it’s mostly just a waiting game.’ You huff, but before you can say anything, Harry moves your hand that’s holding the phone with his so that the phone is at his ear. ‘Thank you for your concern Merlin.’ His accent seems thicker and his voice deeper than usual. ‘We’ll be contacting you tomorrow morning then, unless something of grave importance comes up.’ You can hear the Scot’s response, but you’re not listening; too focused on the fact that Harry’s started slowly closing the distance between you again. You feel him grab your phone from your hand and see him break eye contact to hang up. 

‘Now where were we?’ He whispers after putting away the phone and locking his eyes with yours once again. Your response is grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him passionately. Letting go of your hand, he grabs your waist with both his hands. Slowly, he starts becoming more dominant in the kiss and you feel yourself hit the wall behind you. Your free hand moves and settles itself in his brown, slightly curly, hair. As you continue, the pull you’d felt only becomes stronger and no matter how close he is to you, it doesn’t feel quite close enough. His movements continue to be controlled, yet they have a frantic nature to them. He pulls you closer, making the barrier of your thick clothing blatantly obvious to you.  Just as one of your hands starts slipping down his back and slightly tugging up the fabric of his turtleneck, he pulls away. ‘Cam-’ he starts saying something but you interrupt him by feverishly planting your lips on his once again. He responds in the same manner, but pulls away again after a while. ‘Cam.’ He moves his hands onto your shoulders and holds you at a distance. ‘Wait, please.’ His eyes are wide and his pupils are dilated. ‘Bloody hell, you’re stunning.’ One of his hands moves to cup your face. ‘I need to know that you want this; that you’ll want me after tonight.’ What he’s saying is slowly being processed in your head. ‘I’ll be yours if you’ll have me. And you’ll be mine if I have your consent.’ You nod quietly and try to lean in again, but he stops you. ‘I need you to use your words, dear.’ Words start flowing out of your mouth. ‘Yes Harry, I want this. I want you, need you. Desperately, even-’ This time he is the one that interrupts you. 

‘Gods. Then I’ll be yours.’ 

He says before kissing you even more urgently and hungrily than before.

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Note: Hey everyone! sorry for the very much delayed update. I seem to have fallen ill and haven't been well for the past few weeks. Alas, I was feeling better today and finally managed to finish part 6. There's a few Sherlock fics and Kingsman one-shots coming up in the (hopefully) near future as well. Hope you enjoyed this part though... I just felt I had to let them kiss haha.

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Taglist: @crazymela @julieeauchocolat @chimopdog

[rsatoru]

© art credits @qmthtdy on twt ! >^<

Fans consider the 25th of July to be a "SatoSugu day": the ship's name in Japanese (条五, pronounced "natsu go") means 725 — 07/25. The ship name GoGe literally translates to "five summers".

Anyway, it should be okay. We’re the strongest.

SATORU TO SUGURU, CHAPTER 66

Satoru – “You scared?”

Suguru – “Not really. We should be fine. We’re the strongest.”

— Chapter 72

Yaga – “Why did you let him go?”

Satoru – “Are you... really asking me that?”

Yaga – “No, you’re right... I’m sorry.”

— Chapter 78

There’s no way I would mistake his residuals.

SATORU TO YAGA, CHAPTER 0.3

It was my best friend. My one and only.

SATORU TO YUTA, CHAPTER 0.4

Satoru – “Now, now, don’t be spouting crazy talk to my students.”

Suguru – “Satoru! It’s been so long!”

— Chapter 0.3

Suguru – “Sorry, Satoru. The girls want to try the crepe shop on Takeshita Street. I’ll be on my way.”

Satoru – “Leaving? Not on my watch.”

— Chapter 0.3

Satoru Gojo is Master Geto’s one and only best friend, after all.

MIMIKO AND NANAKO, CHAPTER 112

My six eyes tell me you’re Suguru Geto. But my soul knows otherwise!

SATORU, CHAPTER 90

“I could't follow him. I couldn't stop him.”

GOJO THINKING ABOUT GETO[4]

Someone who doesn't want to be saved is like the setting sun sinking into the mountains. No matter how you hold out your hand, there's no way to reach them. There was no way to reach him.

GOJO THINKING ABOUT GETO, JUJUTSU KAISEN 0 (LIGHT NOVEL)[5]

Gojo Satoru. His appearance meant that this was the end. Or rather, to Geto — there was no other way this could end. In that way, it was easier to accept that this was his fate.

JUJUTSU KAISEN 0 (LIGHT NOVEL)[6]

The strongest sorcerer; the wickedest curse user. Now they were mortal enemies, as irreconcilable as oil and water. Yet now, as they chatted on this little road by Jujutsu Tech, it was hard not to remember. To remember the past, when they laughed together. Idly chatting in the classroom, getting lectured by Yaga, walking shoulder-to-shoulder. What they were doing, what they wanted to do, what they wanted to make of themselves — as long as the two of them were together, none of that was ever in doubt. Days like that, long ago.

JUJUTSU KAISEN 0 (LIGHT NOVEL)[7]

Gojo felt like he didn't know what face to make. His words, his every expression, even his bad habits — they made Gojo feel like each one was full of nostalgia, to the point of fond annoyance. A conversation between the two of them alone, ten years separated. Before it became a curse, Gojo opened his mouth.

JUJUTSU KAISEN 0 (LIGHT NOVEL)[8]

To live for the purpose of being yourself. And for that goal, Geto could only continue to pursue his twisted dream, drowning himself in the curse that lies in the gap between ideal and reality. This was the final confession of a man who could only choose to warp himself, who had erased himself in pursuit of his goals. The only person who could bear such a curse was Gojo Satoru. Where did it go wrong? And how could they start over again?

JUJUTSU KAISEN 0 (LIGHT NOVEL)[9]

Moments * After Toji’s death both Satoru and Suguru inherited what was left of him: Satoru took in his children, Megumi and Tsumiki, while Suguru got posession of his another “child”, worm-like cursed spirit that called Geto “mother”.

* Geto’s execution order was issued right after the village massacre; Gojo has been postponing the task for 10 years after that.

* In a private conversation with Yuta Okkotsu, Gojo admits to his student, that he has a personal theory about love being the most twisted curse.[10] The only known negative incident in Gojo's personal life was caused by Geto, who betrayed Gojo and became a criminal.

* In their final scene together, Geto tells Gojo that in this world he cannot really laugh from the bottom of his heart. Gojo's final words to Geto are unknown, but whatever he said made Suguru laugh for the last time in his life.

* In chapter 0.4, Gojo tells Yuta that Geto is the only close friend he’s ever had. It is notable, that Gojo uses the present tense in the original Japanese panel, even though Geto’s life has just ended.[11]

* Gojo refused to send Geto’s body to Shoko Ieiri for an autopsy (and subsequent cremation).[12]

* While discussing their strategy to immobilize Gojo in order to seal him, curse Jogo says, “Even a thousand measly human lives wouldn’t be enough to distract him!”[13] It turns out to be true; Gojo mercilessly kills a thousand mutated people, but Geto’s appearance stupefies him and leads to his defeat.

* During the battle with Hanami and Jogo, Satoru deactivates his Limitless Cursed Technique, and fights the curses only using his cursed energy and physical attacks. A mere hour before Gojo is successfully sealed by an imposter wearing Geto’s body, Jogo notes that nothings seems to be able to stop Gojo (“Is there anything you don’t have?!”).

* When Geto’s body reacts to Satoru’s words adressing him, Geto’s imposter notices that it is the first time when it disobeyed him.

* When Mei Mei meets Pseudo-Geto, she wonders why he is still alive and whether he and Gojo have been conspiring and working together all this time (although, she discards that thought).

* The Jujutsu Kaisen 0 light novel mentions that the events that happened to Geto and Gojo's inability to help his only friend led Satoru to choose his path as a teacher.[14]

* In the same light novel, when Geto leaves the college after notifying everyone about The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Gojo watches him go and sees the "shape of his soul" (夏油の魂の形 in the original text).

Behind the Scenes

Gege – “How to put it, through making it Satoru (and) Suguru—”

Interviewer – “[You wanted] to get it to feel duo like.”

Gege – “Also meaning wise... a natural born genius and a genius through effort — well, not exactly — but I kind of wanted to have that difference in nuance.”

— Gege Akutami about choosing Suguru's name.[15]

The kesa... I may be mistaken but the kesa here is most likely called "gojou-kesa". When I was researching kesa, there were several different ones and this one was apparently called gojou-kesa, so I recall figuring "oh isn't this just right".

GEGE AKUTAMI ON GETO'S WARDROBE.[16]

I was lectured by director Park and the sound director before recording [the scenes] where Geto talks to Gojo, since the relationship between those two is special.

TAKAHIRO SAKURAI, GETO'S JAPANESE VA[17]

Lines they exchange often have a different distance from the others, and there are words that can only be understood between the two of them.

TAKAHIRO SAKURAI EXPLAINING THE PARTICULARITY OF GETO AND GOJO'S RELATIONSHIP.[18]

The last [scene with] Gojo and Geto... no, it might be better to describe it as Satoru and Suguru's back and forth banter along with their expressions. That scene lingers in my ears.

TAKAHIRO SAKURAI ON SCENES FROM THE MOVIE THAT LEFT AN IMPRESSION ON HIM.[19]

Interviewer – “Do you see any difference between Gojo from the anime series and the movie?”

Nakamura – “I could really feel a big difference between Gojo from this two hour movie and the anime that had been on air for six months. In the TV anime Gojo didn't talk about himself, so you couldn't see his human nature, but in the movie, the way he interacts with Okkotsu, and emotions he has when facing Geto help to show his own human nature.”

— Yuichi Nakamura (Gojo's Japanese VA).[20]

Interviewer – “What do you hope the audience will pay extra attention to?”

Park – “I hope people will watch it with Gojo and Geto's relationship in mind.”

— Sunghoo Park, director of Jujutsu Kaisen 0.[21]

Last scene between Gojo and Geto is the best scene. Whole team worked hard to create a better atmosphere and tempo. It brings tears to my eyes when I watch it.

SUNGHOO PARK, DIRECTOR OF JUJUTSU KAISEN 0.[22]

I think the main topic of [Jujutsu Kaisen 0] is love. Okkotsu and Rika's story is a story that's based on love. Aside from that, although it's not exactly the same love, I think there's still a kind of heart-to-heart understanding between Gojo and Geto. They were once good classmates; now their relationship has turned upside down. Okkotsu and Rika, Gojo and Geto: they're all cases where love could've helped them grow, but instead it became a curse. I think this detail is one of the special points of the movie.

SUNGHOO PARK'S THOUGHTS ON THE CORE OF JUJUTSU KAISEN 0.[23]

The pairing attracts a lot of people due to the characters’ connection they formed as young adults and the sorrows that followed. Their contrasting aesthetics, personal views, and eventually their opposing positions in the jujutsu world make them a fascinating dynamic to explore. Another thing that sparks interest in the fanbase is that despite Gojo’s omnipotence and absolute invincibility, he has one weakness, which turns out to be the memory of his dead friend.

Many fans view Gojo and Geto’s falling out as a break up or divorce, there are a lot of fan works (art and fanfiction) made surrounding the theme of ex romantic partners. One of the most popular concepts is Geto and Gojo breaking up in front of KFC, which leads to humorous fan arts like this or this and even playlists (for example). A great amount of works focuses on the time period between Geto’s turn and Volume 0, when Gojo and Geto are considered to be on the opposite sides of the law (fulfilling the trope Love Across Battlelines). Given Satoru and Suguru’s story is undoubtedly tragic, many fan works on AO3 are dedicated to studying such emotional states as heartbreak, loss, grief, e.g.

Another trope explored in fanfiction and fan arts is found family, considering Gojo became Tsumiki and Megumi’s guardian, while Geto took responsibility of raising two girls — Mimiko and Nanako (like here, here, or here). Some AUs include Suguru being mentally stable and becoming a teacher at Jujutsu High along with Satoru (and getting to know Satoru’s students). This inspires many artists to come up with different, often comical, ideas of what their day-to-day life would be like. While some prefer to reminisce on the sorcerers’ youth, others like to explore what their life could be like if Geto came back and took control of his body (like depicted in this comic or in this AO3 work). Often SatoSugu feature works dedicated to other pairings as a background couple, especially in ShokoHime fanfiction and artworks.

One of the most occuring motifs that artists tend to use in their works is a dragonfly (like here or here). Both Satoru and Suguru have connection to that insect: in one of the interviews, mangaka Gege Akutami admitted that now that Geto is dead with his body still automatically reacting to Satoru, his physical state could be compared to a dead dragonfly with its head ripped off: technically it is dead, but it keeps twitching post-mortem.[27] Some fans hope Gege was joking, and still belive in the possibility of his consciousness (or soul) coming back to him. In a flashback scene from manga, young Satoru can be seen wearing a dragonfly patterned yukata.

[28] Another thing about dragonflies that unites both Gojo and Geto is its Buddhist meaning. In Buddhissm, it represents the joining of Heaven and Earth as the dragonfly is one with the air and with the water at the same time. Famosly, Gojo quoted Buddha ("Throughout heaven and earth... I alone am the honored one") when he overcame his struggle and was symbolically reborn to join the fight against Toji. Artists mainly use the dragonfly as a symbol of the tragic turn the relationship between Satoru and Suguru took, and the unavoidable nature of fate.

There is another symbol. In the second opening VIVID VICE, Gojo can be seen walking in rain with a bouquet of white and blue flowers in his hand. Judging by the size, shape, and petal edges, these most likely are white calla lilies, gysophilia, and blue roses. White gypsophila from his bouquet, or baby-breath, is used for funeral flower arrangements and farewell ceremonies[29]; white calla lilies symbolize rejuvenation of the soul, love, and grief (often chosen for weddings and funerals).[30] Blue roses do not grow in nature, but can be hybridized or dyed; among other things, they signify unattainableness, a never-to-be-fulfilled wish, and impossible love.[31] Gojo is dressed in all black and is wearing his black shades, meaning he is on his day off, and chose to dress like that for some occasion.[32]

The fandom has taken liking to this interpretation, thus, flower bouquets comprised of blue roses often feature SatoSugu art pieces. Since blue roses are hard to produce, cosplayers (and some artists, too) tend to opt for blue hydrangea, flower that was first discovered and cultivated in Japan.

In Volume 0, Geto takes Mimiko and Nanako to a famous crêpe shop on Takeshita Street.[34] In the first light novel, months after Geto’s death, Yuji and Megumi wander somewhere in the Akihabara area (9 minutes from Takeshita Street by taxi) and see Gojo; they lose sight of him, and when they find him again, he is eating crêpes bought, judging by the package, in “a popular crêpe shop”.[35] Most popular crêperies in both areas belong to the same brand called Marion Crêpes. Fans believe that Gojo and Geto visited crepe shops when they were students, thus, in fan works they are often depicted getting crepes together, sometimes accompanied by their “children”.

The ship’s popularity reached the cosplayers, too. For example, in 2021, married couple from China with almost 7,5 million followers combined on Chinese social platform Weibo cosplayed the characters during CP28, Chinese Comic Con held in Shanghai. As seen in the video the couple posted, they were extremely popular, as the crowd of fans kept following them wherever they went.

this is a special repost to my past satosugu analysis

posted last 07.25.22 by @seouci only on tumblr.

[kawaikylian]

ENEMIES Emiliano Martinez

SMUT! 18+

Maybe it was the time apart, or your heart? But something felt different the day you all came back, Emiliano Martinez number 1 practically your enemy since day one, since you were a women joining a men’s team for the first time, Emiliano was the first to put an opinion on that, not ever directly saying it but instead teasing you for it.

But he watched you a lot and more than enemies should, “I cannot believe you managed to let that goal in emi!” I say with my hands over my head, he chuckles “you’ll be alright” we walk together in the hall, as we are making our way to do there our coach stops us.

“I’m so sorry kids! But we are short on staff, this will be just a quick stash to clean up” my face softens “I’m fine with doing it unai” he smiles “yes but not alone! You’ll need dibu, there’s some really heavy boxes in there” he says playfully punching your arm you let out a small “oh” as he walks away.

Unai gave us a couple instructions Emiliano rolls his eyes walking into the dirty room “just a small stash huh” he says making me giggle “what are you laughing at?” “Nothing…”.

Me and Emiliano had never actually spent this much time together,during the cleaning we laughed and threw stuff at eachother making me realize how much I had actually missed him over break, he steps a bit closer to where I am, we had said something to each other making us mad.

He seemed pissed off but no where near to how he reacts to rivals, “can you fucking stop!” You just continued to push each other around until you both accidentally pulled making you both fall down on top of eachother.

You kept rolling your body’s bottom to top, right to left, until finally you spit in his face you realize what you did immediately apologizing, but it didn’t work, he spits in your face more harshly this time “how do you like it?” He says leaving me confused with an odd expression “I don’t?”.

“Yea Didn’t think so” he mutters, we just continue to stare at each other calmly no words in exchange just a romantic eye fucking session,my heart was beating fast and his face was heating up, I just froze and didn’t do anything until his face started to close up to mine I didn’t say a word but in my mind repeating “what are you doing?”.

I see him lick his lips, at this point we are extremely close, the first kiss lands, our lips press to each other leaving me surprised, I hadn’t expected him to actually kiss me maybe make a joke or two then get off me but no, we were kissing after years of being enemies.

The kiss turns into something more rough, pulling away letting a squeaky sound into the air showing the desperation and clingy feeling, he shoves his tongue into my mouth making me let out a soft whimper not going unnoticed by Emiliano.

He places his hand on the side of my neck to push me in deeper, only this makes the session more and more heated, I’m letting out whimpers by second, I had never seen this side of emi before, his kisses press down onto my neck leaving small hickeys and marks with his wet tongue, he takes his time going down my chest.

As his kisses go down I can’t help but scream “emi!” This excites him more going down faster he pulls my shirt above to have easier access to my bare skin, he pulls up my body as if I weighed nothing “what are you doing?” I say confused, but he only stares up into my eyes with a puppy eye look.

He turns back to whatever he is doing, he’s strong, he wraps my thighs and legs around his shoulders, my pussy is spread right open for Emiliano, I notice what he’s doing at this point.

(I had been wearing a skirt for a small skit on tik tok, I was asked to make it an hour after the game had ended, Emiliano was also in the video).

I try to remove my skirt but take to long making Emiliano scoff, with his big hands he tears apart my skirt making me gasp “that wasn’t even mine!” He takes off my underwear shutting me up,his tongue swiftly touches my vagina, he’s teasing me as he looks up into my eyes.

What makes it even hotter is the fact that he’s standing up during this, I’m sitting on his face moaning, “emi please!” I grab his hair shoving him in, I’m practically riding his face at this point, I’m sweating hurriedly bouncing up and down “ah ah ah! Fuck” his tongue enters inside.

Im shoving him in and out inside “emi I think im going to cum…” I say trying not to be loud knowing there could be anyone outside, this doesn’t make him stop he only continues to lick harder and faster, “fuck!” I moan one last time before finishing inside of his mouth, his grip was tough on my bare ass, when he leaves me down I have bruises.

I couldn’t stand, as soon as Emiliano had placed me down my legs trembled making me fall, he grabbed me before I could hit the hard floor placing me onto the cold metal counter, “ow! It’s cold and you left bruises!” I say playfully hitting him.

“I don’t have anything to wear”, he smiles taking off his big shirt (it covers you like a dress) “thank you emi” you say kissing his cheek “but I can’t walk either…” you say whispering Cutely, “spoiled” he mutters cupping your body placing you onto his bare toned chest, “it’s going to be embarrassing walking out there” I say into his ear humming.

“No it won’t, this was all planned out”.

[inlovewithalotoffandoms]

Imagine.............Onyxe took you as bait so Jake and his family would came and rescue you.

Key: ()=Authors Note, Y/N=Your Name, Y/N/N=Your Nick Name and Y/L/N=Your Last Name.

Summary: You got captured by Onyxe. Jake decided to go and save you himself but got caught in the process. So his family come to rescue both you and Jake.

When Jake found out Onyxe took you he went to save you. He didn't have a plan but all he knew was that he had to know you' where okay. When he went to the lair he didn't know his family followed him.

Amy: Jake, you can't go alone.

Vic: Your sister's right son, you don't even have a plan.

Jake: Okay so let me get this straight....You're telling me that I shouldn't save my girlfriend.

Eva: Jakey we're not saying that. It's just you're rushing into things.

Colby: Yeah and you can't save her without having a plan.

Jake just ignored his family, got suited up and left. His family looked at each other.

Eva: Suit up.

Time Skip.

Jake tried to save you but it was an illusion and he was now stuck.

Jake: Now I know what you're thinking. Oh no! Jake's in a cage. How did this happen? Well, sometimes you have to get captured just to get a straight answer out of somebody. It's a long story but basically I'm trying to save my girlfriend. See, I spent some time in Texas, hiding out, having to keep the secret that i'm a villain along with the rest of my family. Then I meet Y/N, my girlfriend... she's really cute. Then she got captured so I came to save her without having a plan, which led me all the way here into this cage... where I met you.

He was in chains and talking to a skeleton that was in the cage with him.

Jake: How much longer do you think we'll be here?

Suddenly the bottom of the cage opened and now Jake was hanging from the chains.

Onyxe: Chaos, Son of Surge.

Jake: Onyxe. Son of a b***...you're still alive! I thought my sister killed you, like, a year ago.

Onyxe: I cannot die. Not until I fulfill my destiny and take away the one person you love most in the world. Other than your family.

Jake: You know, it's funny you should mention that because I've been having these terrible dreams of my girlfriend dying in my arms and you Onyxe are at the center of it all.

Onyxe: Then you have seen Ragnarok, the fall of love. The great prophecy--

Jake: Hang on. Hang on.

Jake: I'll be back around shortly. I really feel like we were connecting there. After a beat,

Jake: Okay, so, Ragnarok. Tell me about that. Walk me through it.

Onyxe: My time has come. When my crown is reunited with the Eternal Flame, I shall be restored to my full might. I will tower over the mountains and bury my sword deep in Y/N's--

Jake: Oh, hang on. Give it a second. Once again,

Jake: I swear I'm not even moving, it's just doing this on its own. I'm really sorry. Okay, let me get this straight. You're going to put your crown into the Eternal Flame, and then you'll suddenly grow as big as a house--

Onyxe: A mountain!

Jake: The Eternal Flame that my mum keeps locked away in our lair?

Onyxe: Your absence has left your family defenceless.

Jake: Okay, so where is it? This crown? But more importantly.... WHERE'S MY GIRLFRIEND?

Onyxe laughed manically and smirked at Jake.

Onyxe: This is my Crown, the source of my power. Oh, and your little girlfriend is my slave.

Jake: Oh, that's a crown? I thought it was a big eyebrow. And also.....YOUR CRULE. USEING MY GIRLFRIEND AS YOUR SLAVE. WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS..

Onyxe: It's a crown. And what are you gonna do?

Jake: BEAT THE LIVING CRAP OUTA YA. That's what. Anyway, it sounds like all I have to do to stop Ragnarok is to rip that thing off your head.

Onyxe: But Ragnarok has already begun. You cannot stop it. I am your girlfriends doom, and so are you. You and your family will suffer, and will burn.

Jake: That's intense. To be honest, seeing you grow really big and set fire to a house would be quite the spectacle. But it looks like I'm going to have to go with option B where I bust out of these chains, knock that tiara off your head, and stash it away in our vault in the lair.

Onyxe: You cannot stop Ragnarok. Why fight it?

Jake: Because that's what heroes do.

Jake: Wait, sorry. I didn't time that right. (pause) And, now!

Jake used his strength and got out of the chains then Amy came.

Jake: Great timing. You could have come sooner.

Onyxe: You have made a grave mistake, Chaos.

Jake: I make grave mistakes all the time. Everything seems to work out.

Amy and Jake battle Onyxe while Colby, Vic and Eva went to find you.

Another Time Skip.

Jake: I thought I lost you. Gosh, I am never letting you out of my sight again.

You and His family have never seen Jake this happy. You let out a small chuckle and smiled at him.

You: You're not gonna lose me silly. You're stuck with me for the rest of your life.

Jake smirked at you and gave you a sweet yet passionate kiss on the lips. You kissed him back.

Vic, Colby and Eva: AWWWW.

Amy looked at the two of you half disgust half happy.

Amy: Get a room love birds.

You and Jake stoped kissing and looked at Amy. You saw the playful smile on her face. His family could see that he was happy with you. And if he's happy then they're happy.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Broken trust

Summary: Finding out the truth about the Darkling, Y/N recounts the way they met only to realize she must say goodbye.

Warnings: angst

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Loving him felt like the most exquisite form of self destruction. She should have known sooner that he would be the source of the greatest pain she had ever known. Perhaps that's the problem, she never loathed the darkest parts of her that felt drawn to him from the first moment he had gazed upon her.

She never trusted anyone, not even her best friend until years have passed. She barely trusted herself for that matter. Trust didn't come easy for her, neither did love, but Y/N trusted Aleksander from the start, she didn't even question him and that is why it hurt so much, why it tore into her and ripped her to shreds.

She looked at him through a tear-clouded blur, her chest aching as her heart constricted inside with the iron fist of betrayal squeezing it tightly.

"How could you have lied?" She pauses, placing a hand on her chest, "To me?"

His jaw clenches, his eyes widening ever so slightly, "Would you have stayed?"

His voice is even, a calm in her raging storm and she can't help but hate him for it. While she is falling apart, he seems perfectly fine.

Her bottom lip quivers as her hands form fists, but when she speaks, she does so through gritted teeth, "When have I ever given you cause to question that?"

Aleksander steps closer, but Y/N is quick to take one back. His lips part, the way she can't even stand his presence inflicted hurt he didn't realize he was still capable of feeling.

"Do you remember when we met?" She asks, unsure why she's reminiscing now.

Walking into a Grisha tent wasn't quite a bright idea on Y/N's behalf, but sometimes you realize there are people worth risking your life for, and for Y/N, her best friend Mal was that person.

She had accepted a wager that would guarantee no one would pick on Mal, all she had to do was retrieve some grapes from a Grisha tent and this particular one seemed to be the only one unguarded.

She looked around at the dark colors inside with a frown etched in her face. She couldn't understand who'd enjoy living in such darkness. Isn't the world dark enough as it is?

Shaking her head, she looks to the table and upon the table she find the grapes that meant Mal would be safer. Wasting no time, her hand clutched the bowl and yet as she took it in her hand, a voice had startled her.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?"

Nodding, Aleksander pursed his lips. His eyes are dark, two pools of infinite darkness she had liked upon her before. She wasn't quite sure if she enjoyed his attention anymore.

"You were in my tent." He raised an eyebrow, "Uninvited.",

Gasping, Y/N turned around, her hands remaining behind her with the grapes safely hidden.

"I am sorry, I got lost." She came closer, her eyes meeting the intimidating black ones of the man much taller than her, much more powerful than she could ever be.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes trailing her from head to toe, studying her as she realized he didn't believe her.

"I was just transferred back after a mission, I didn't realize the tents have been moved around. Mine used to be here", she managed a nervous smile, walking around him and toward the exit in hope of him letting her go.

"And yet you didn't leave once you realized it was not yours anymore", he spoke, his gaze following every step she takes. He steps in her way, blocking her from leaving. He's close, close enough for her to feel the faint smell of alcohol on his breath.

Swallowing thickly, she keeps staring at him as if he had chained her eyes to his, as if he had enchanted her. She doesn't even feel as his right arm moves around her, not until his hand plucks a single grape from the bowl, bringing it to his lips.

"Don't they feed you over in the First army?"

A faint smile forms on Aleksander's lips, just enough for the corners of his mouth to move, to capture her attention.

"You were stealing from me", he notes and she holds her breath as her heart, as treacherous as it is, jumps at the nearly lighthearted chuckle escaping him.

"And you stopped me from leaving", she adds, a sigh passing her lips.

"I should go" , Y/N blurts out, passing by the unknown Grisha as swiftly as possible. Just as she's about to reach the exit, to see the light of the day, cold, long fingers wrap around her left wrist, effectively pulling her back to face the Grisha.

A gasp escapes her once her eyes meet the dark shadows around the Grisha, more so when a light explodes around them. A warmth like she had never felt before spreads inside her, beams around her and the Grisha whose eyes are wide in shock, awestruck just as much as she is. The light encases them, her body shaking with the magnitude of their reality, yet she cannot comprehend where the light is coming from.

Breaking away from his eyes, she looks to his hand wrapped around her wrist, securely holding onto her. The glow of her skin, a thousand suns emerging from every inch of her makes her breathless. Her knees buckle and still, instead of the fall, she feels an arm around her, pulling her up and closer, much closer to the Grisha she had just met.

The shock of his arm around her dims the light, the darkness blinding her temporarily.

Only then does she hear the excited murmuring and whispers around her, only then does she look back at the Grisha holding her, keeping her from falling to her knees.

"Wh-what just happened?" She breathes out, her eyes flickering from his relentless gaze to his lips as they form a smile.

"You are a Sun summoner."

Leaning back on the table, Aleksander crosses his arms. "I had no intention on hurting you when I did. Your light must have felt it or it wouldn't have responded to me."

Scoffing, Y/N averts her gaze, "It was naïve." Locking her eyes on him once more, she adds, "And so was I."

"If I had told you, would you not think I'm evil from the start? Would you not have hated me?" Aleksander's eyebrows furrow, a single strand of hair falling to his forehead and it took everything in Y/N not to laugh. His disheveled look, if she could call it that, is still a thousand times more perfect than any other man.

"You could have trusted me." Tucking her hair behind her right ear, Y/N sighs heavily. "I trusted you. Now we will never know."

Unnerved, Aleksander comes before her in just a few strides, his hands cupping her face as she holds her breath, afraid of letting him know she still cares for him. It's an advantage she refuses to hand him.

"I don't want to lose you, Y/N. You're all I have", his voice is quiet, almost vulnerable, something she had only sensed in him once before and that was when he spoke of the burdens of his legacy. That was a lie, so was this not a lie as well?

She placed her hands over his, letting them linger momentarily before pulling them down, away from her with all her strength.

"I am not yours to lose!" She walks past him, just as she had done on that fateful day they met, and his hand catches her wrist just the same, pulling her back into his chest.

She pushes against him, trying to get away but his hold on her is stronger, unmoving like a force of nature.

"You may not be mine, but I am yours. There is no one like us in this world, Y/N", Aleksander's voice is softer, more tender than his embrace feels.

Shaking her head, Y/N croaks, "Don't make me hurt you."

"Hurt me?" His worry and pleas are replaced by arrogance, a smirk appearing on his lips. He could never imagine her to be powerful enough to harm him physically, but her leaving? That would break him.

Staying with him would undo her, Y/N knows that. She's tearing to pieces and not at the seams, it's much harder to heal when you break in an uneven patter where you can't stitch yourself up and move on. No...Aleksander Kirigan will be a gaping wound for a long time and then a nasty scar to serve as a reminded why she shouldn't trust easily, or anyone but herself.

"You once told me I would be your equal", she raised her chin defiantly, the smirk on her lips rivaling his. "You were right."

She raises her hand to his face swiftly, a light emerging from her palm in such bright intensity she could feel her skin burning with it.

It didn't last long, for her it felt like a few seconds, but his pained scream would remain in her head like an echo for a long time to come.

For Aleksander the pain was momentary, he healed rather fast. But when his vision cleared and she wasn't by his side, that pain would last a lifetime, fueling his darkness as he sets out to find her - the only light that can chase away the shadows he invited on the day the fold was created.

Y/N once believed he was worth loving, that he could be saved. Aleksander vowed to make sure she does again.

PART 2

[fandomsaligninstories]

Bloodshed

Prompt: Dozens of androids were dead or dying after the Freedom March. Unfortunately for Ayla, she wasn’t able to escape unscathed.  Song Rec: Roslyn by Bon Iver TW: Death, gun violence Word Count: 1399 Pairing: Markus (RK200) x Human!Reader

Ayla's POV: I walked down the creaking, metal stairs, holding tightly to the railing. I stopped at the bottom, looking over all of the androids. There were so many now; the break in at the CyberLife stores had done the cause some good. I looked to my left, towards the empty room that had become Markus' unofficial-official office. I knocked on the metal doorframe, smiling softly as he looked up, "Hey." "What are you doing here?" He stood slowly, a ghost of a smile replacing a somber look. "What, I'm not allowed to check in on you?" "Ayla, it is too dangerous. What if you get caught? You will be arrested!" His voice raised as he got closer to me, "They could kill you if they knew you were helping us." "Please relax, I've been careful. Even if they did find out, they wouldn't hurt me." I cupped his face between my hands, his skin smooth and warm against my calloused palms, "I can't just not see you. I worry." His hands laid on mine, sighing heavily, "I know. I'm sorry. I just... cannot lose you too." I stood on my toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips, dropping back to my heels, "You're stuck with me, Markus. Can't get rid of me if you tried." He laughed at this, moving to sit on a stack of crates, "What's the plan now?" "We march. Peacefully. We have to show them that we are alive, that we want to be free." "Good. Where?" "Grand Circus Park." "They'll try to fight. You'll need a plan." "If they try to fight, we run. We cannot afford to lose any one else." "Have you told them yet?" I nodded towards the common area. "Yes. Josh and Simon are on board. North thinks we should go armed, ready to fight." "That's a horrible idea. The public is confused, scared, but there is still time to get them on our side. We have to stay peaceful." "I know. I told her that." He held his head in his hands, sighing. I moved to stand in front of him. I lifted his head and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He wrapped his around my waist, holding me in place, resting his head against my chest. "We'll win this, Markus. Just hold on for a little while longer." ——— I stood beside Markus, North to his left, Josh and Simon to my right. More and more androids joined us in the street as Markus waved his hands left and right, waking androids up and changing the electronic billboards with our symbol. "WE ARE PEOPLE... SET US FREE... NO MORE SLAVERY... WE ARE PEOPLE... SET US FREE... NO MORE SLAVERY..." We chanted. People stared at us from inside stores and on the sidewalks, a mixture of shock and horror on their faces. The air was supercharged with energy. My heart froze as we got to the end of the street, a lone cop pointing his gun and yelling at us to stop. Markus paused for a moment before continuing on. The cop backed away, radioing for backup. The chants continued. As we started to round the corner, three police cars skid to a stop to our left, riot teams setting up behind them. We turned right, where two army vehicles stopped and a dozen men formed a line of shields. "We came here to demonstrate peacefully and tell humans that we are living beings." Markus announced. Everyone came to a halt behind us. I stood beside Markus, my hand brushing his, "All we want is to live free." "This is an illegal gathering. Disperse immediately or we will open fire." Someone shouted over a loud speaker. "We are not looking for confrontation. We've done no harm, we have no intention of doing any... But know that we are not going anywhere until we have secured our freedom." "I repeat: This is an illegal gathering. If you do not disperse, we will shoot!" "Markus, they'll kill us. We have to go." I took his hand in mind, lacing my fingers with his. He hesitated, looking to me then North. "No, we have to attack! There's more of us, we can take them!" Josh spoke, "If we attack, we'll start a war. We have to show them we're not violent. We should just stand our ground, even if it means dying here." Simon looked to me, "And dying here won't solve anything. We need to go, now, before it's too late." "This is your last chance! Disperse immediately or you will all be killed!" The men across from us started to kneel behind their shields, a second man behind them with a gun. "We have to show them we won't back down." He pushed his shoulders back and held his head high, "We stay here." I gripped his hand tightly and stood tall, shots ringing out as a few androids fell, dead. "DISPERSE! THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!" "We have to make a statement! We have to stay put, no matter what." "Please, Markus, we can't let them slaughter us without fighting back!" He looked to me, conflict in his eyes. "Markus, we have to go, we can't earn your freedom if you're dead." "We're not moving." More shots rang out, more androids fell. I gasped as a bullet narrowly missed my head. "Markus, what are you doing?! They're gonna kill us all!" North shouted. He looked to North then Simon then me, nodding. "RUN!" Everyone turned around and ran, countless androids falling as more shots were fired. Markus gripped my hand tightly, pulling me alongside him. We ran into the city, knowing the army wouldn't be willing to risk civilian casualties. Markus paused and turned around, the four of us stopping with him. "We have to go, Markus. Please." I tugged his arm, begging him to continue running. We turned around and continued to run. ——— I sat down in the upstairs office, waiting for Markus as he and the survivors settled back into Jericho. There weren't many androids left, so Markus had to talk to them, give them hope. I laid against the wall, my legs stretched out in front of me. My breath was ragged, I couldn't quite catch my breath. My hands rested on my stomach, rising and falling with my uneven breathing. I closed my eyes as my head fell against the wall. I heard the heavy thump of his boots against the metal before I could readjust myself. His voice was laced with worry, "Ayla?" "Hey, baby." I blinked a few times, trying to focus on him. He rushed over to my side, dropping to his knees. "No. No, no no..." His right had cupped my cheek as his left pressed on my stomach. I gasped loudly over his shouts for help, "Ayla, no!" I slowly lifted my hand to his cheek, tracing my thumb under his eye as a tear escaped, "It's okay. It's okay, Markus." "No, you can't leave me, no! Why didn't you tell me?!" He moved to slip off his jacket, balling it up and pressing it against my stomach. I bit back a cry, glancing over to Simon and Josh, who had just entered the room. They both rushed over to us, Simon dropping to my left and Josh beside him. I looked to Markus, tears freely streaming down his cheeks, "'m sorry." "No, don't apologize, okay? We're going to get you better, okay? Please." His head fell, forehead pressed against my shoulder. I brought my right arm up to hug him, pressing a gentle kiss beside his ear. I looked over to Simon, who had tears in his eyes. I smiled lazily, "'s okay, Si'... Take care of 'm for me, alright?" He nodded hastily, taking my free hand in his. His hands felt hot compared to mine, which I could barely feel anymore. Markus leaned back, looking down at his hands, which were still pressed against my stomach. His hands and jacket were stained red. "You have to bring peace, Markus. You have to show them you deserve to live." He tried to smile, lifting his hands to cup my face. He leaned down, capturing my lips with his. He leaned back slowly, staring into my eyes with so much pain that I had to look away. I took one last look at my friends, my family, "I'll be okay... I'm going to join the stars." My eyes closed slowly, the last of my energy drained. I heard Markus sobbing, the last thing I heard before darkness enveloped me, "I love you."

[ukiyo--hana]

𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙: 𝙞'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙣

𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚞

𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜

𝚝𝚠(𝚜): 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖

“please, ningguang, just– please don’t.”

you looked away from her, eyes swollen and tearstained. ningguang’s grip on your smaller, frailer wrists loosened just a fraction, her thumb tracing tiny circles on your bruised forearm. her knees ached from kneeling for so long on the wooden floorboards, but she persisted.

“i-i don’t understand. why– you’re hurting yourself, your grace. just…i love you, you know that? please. i love you.” ningguang let go of your arms, instead taking her hand and placing it on your cheek. your arms were littered with golden scrapes and bruises, some open and glistening in the yellow lamplight. crescents and cuts were clawed into your skin, and the corners of your thumbs were clawed open. your left hand clutched a razor, knuckles white. droplets of golden ichor were splattered on the bedsheets that you were sitting on, shoulders curled.

a single, solitary tear dripped down your face. “i’m sorry, okay?!” you began to break down, devolving from whimpers to sobs. ningguang’s own eyes began to tear up. she removed her cheek from your hand to guide your arm around her own shoulders, trying to provide some semblance of comfort to her grace. the razor clattered onto the ground, your hands fisting the fabric and your neck bowing forward. you clung on for the support you so dearly needed, and from your lips flowed an endless plea: “d-don’t hate me, please, don’t–”. tears and ichor dripped onto the floor, and ningguang’s heart ached even more with each drop.

ningguang leaned forward, touching her forehead to yours. she whispered sweet nothings into your shared breaths, listening to the sound of your harsh breathing as it slowed and softened. she could’ve fallen asleep there and then, but got up–wobbling a bit at the sudden head rush–and coaxed her grace to lie down on the bed, padding to the bathroom. ningguang wrapped the razor in tissue paper and threw it into the trash, where it hit the bottom with a dull clunk. when she returned, she smiled at the sight of you burrowing your way under the ichor-stained blankets with a muffled sigh. taking off her slippers and turning off the light, ningguang climbed into the bed as well, positioning herself so that your foreheads were touching once more.

“my love”, ningguang whispered, “please do not go where i cannot follow.” under the blankets, her hand tentatively encircled your waist, rubbing comforting circles into your hip.

your breathing stopped for a second, and you huffed out something close to both a laugh and a sob. “together?” your hand drifted up to caress ningguang’s cheek, and you pressed closer to her soft, dependable warmth.

“together, my love.” your lips met in the warm, dark, safe place where your breaths mingled, and ningguang swore to herself to never let you hurt yourself ever again.

[dokueshi]

You don't need anyone or anything but me.

Yandere!Chuuya Nakahara x Female!Reader

Request: @shoutooooooooooooooo

warnings: yandere, stalking(i guess?).

9:00 PM.

The gas station at this late hour is rather deserted. From time to time a few drivers parked here to refuel or buy something in the shop, where a young woman sat behind the counter who should not be sitting there.

She was a young sophomore who decided to earn some extra money by working at this gas station.

She didn't fit there.

Her beautiful complexion, so smooth and delicate, resembling the surface of a porcelain doll that no one should touch because it could be easily scratched.

Nobody should touch you except him.

Her H/c hair, soft as silk that everyone cannot afford, so soft no one should comb it because no one deserves it, not even the richest people.

He wants to touch them so much.

Her beautiful little hands, so tiny and slender they might break if she wanted to pick up something heavier than a carton of merchandise for a store.

He wants to hold them until he dies.

Her beautiful smile, as beautiful as the sun on a stormy day, warming, gentle, giving hope for a beautiful sunny day. More beautiful than all the works of art and nature that exist on this Earth.

He would do anything to make you smile at him like that every day.

On weekends off she would meet her friends, go to the cinema, park, sometimes for ice cream or at a restaurant with them. Unfortunately, apart from female friends, she also had male friends. They were terrible, they talked to you constantly, touched you on the head and shoulders, told you dirty jokes and gave you strange hints that you clearly didn't notice.

They were hideous, but you didn't see it.

He knew sometimes you didn't feel safe in your home. He knew that when the evening began, you close the front door and windows that could be accessed by intruders. He also knew you had nightmares that made you unable to sleep at night, he knew you felt watched.

You muttered dissatisfied, rubbing your eyes.

Why did you always have to be sleepy when your night shift started?

-"Oi Y/n, you'll have to be left alone here today."

Your coworker said. Himari was a difficult person, energetic even chaotic, but still nice to you and you liked her.

-"Why? Do you have a date or something?"

You said jokingly, watching Himari remain silent for a moment, caught red-handed.

-"Seriously?" - you sighed, resigned.

-"It's important for me!" -brunette cried.

-"Okay, okay, but you have to make it up to me later!"

You heard the loud roar of the engine, and as you turned your gaze to the sound, you noticed a red motorcycle parked fairly close to the station.

After leaving the vehicle, the driver took off his black helmet, revealing his red hai-

-"Excuse me?"

You were interrupted by a blonde woman who was standing in front of you with a few things on the counter.

-"Oh! Sorry!"

You responded embarrassed, then started picking up the products, forgetting the man who had just walked in.

-"Here you go, that's all?"

-"Yes, Thank you."

She briefly replied to what you just handed her a bag with her purchases and wished her a nice evening.

After the woman left the station, you could now take a look at the man.

He had red, slightly long hair that framed his slightly tanned face, with tiny freckles on his nose. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a white T-shirt, and dark blue jeans. Honestly, he was even attractive.

The male went to one of the drink racks in front of you. But his behavior was quite strange?

Time and time again his eyes fell on the blonde who was getting into her car, as if he wanted to make sure that she would leave. Was he following her?

When the woman was far enough out to be seen, the man turned his gaze back to the drinks, pretending to be interested. After a while he took a random bottle of soda and walked over to the counter. He put the bottle on the counter and waited calmly for you to take it.

-"That's all?"

You asked politely, hiding your awkwardness. The redhead looked at you with his sea eyes and replied shortly:

-"Yeah."

-"Allright, that will be 549¥." (5,29$ i guess)

The man grunted shortly then took out his wallet and paid you. Before he left the station, he leaned his elbows on the table and asked, smiling friendly.

-"You know, I was wondering...maybe you would like to go out for a drink or meet up someday?"

You stopped for a moment. What should you do? Honestly, you wouldn't have a problem with that, after all, not every day a handsome man invites you somewhere, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he was suspect.

-"Um, I'm not sure, I have quite a lot on my mind and-"

-"I'm sure you'll have time. Maybe Saturday?"

-"Actually, I already have an appointment with a friend so-"

-"I'm sure they won't mind."

-"Sir, if you'll be so pushy, I'll have to call the police."

You said grabbing your phone from your pocket, to which the man laughed slightly.

-"Relax! There is no need to be so nervous! Actually, I would asked for a pack of cigarettes." - he added.

You looked at him suspiciously and slowly put the phone back in your pocket. You turned to the cigarette and lighters regiment behind you.

You have already reached for one of the colorful packages when you felt a strong pain in your head. You crashed to the floor, grabbing your head and throwing some lighters off the regiment.

You looked in horror at the redhead, who did not have the same soft blue eyes as the sea, but dark, lifeless eyes that pierced your frightened figure.

The man jumped over the table top and hit the bottom of his shoe hard against your throat, pinning you to the floor.

-"I tried to be nice, but you had to act like a brat. Well, if you want to be treated so badly, you'll get it."

He said in a monotone, then quickly and smoothly stunned you...

You don't need those friends of yours or that crap station to be happy.

Don't worry, I'm doing this for your safety, I will take care of you...

I hope you like it.

[yutahoes]

Reward

pairing : soccer player! boyfriend! Yuta Nakamoto x Reader

genre : smut, fluff (if you squint)

warning : toys, slight exhibitionism, fingering, shower sex, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex  

word count : 1.8k words. 

summary : You wanted to give him his reward for winning the game. 

for @neosmutcollective​‘s Wet and Wild  

gif not mine, just a reference for Yuta’s look. went all in with the smut, sorry 😅

The audiences’ cheers rambled all through the stadium as the announcement of the soccer champion is made. It was well-deserved, you thought. Everyone in that team played really well. Especially your boyfriend, Nakamoto Yuta. 

If not for your soccer superstar, you’ll be at home now. Missing him. Horny. 

It’s probably because you’re ovulating. You’re craving for him. Wanting his heat. 

It doesn’t help that he looks like a snack in his soccer uniform, with that long black hair that you love to thread your fingers to, and that red lips that looked delectable. 

You want him. You need him. 

Everyone was standing as they welcome the victors of the game but you’re still seated, hidden behind people. Your knuckles were turning white as you tightly grasp on the edge of your seat at the orgasm building inside you. You’re dripping wet and the small bullet vibrator kept on buzzing inside you, eager to get you off. You bit your lip as you try to suppress a moan, head lolling back and eyes closed as the pleasure hit you. You crossed your legs, coughing lightly to avoid a chuckle to escape your lips. How experimental of you to have an orgasm in a public place. In the middle of strangers who might see you. 

You gulped when your eyes met his. He saw you. He was watching you. He knew. 

Yuta cocked his head to the side, motioning for the old locker room located on the left side of the soccer field. He slipped past his teammates who were still basking in their win and you followed him. 

He was seated on the bench, staring at you. His legs were spread in a cocky way as you approached him nervously. The doors were just closed; you cannot lock them. And someone can come in and see the two of you. Yet, the thought turned you on. Do you have an exhibitionist kink that you haven’t explored yet? 

“Sit.” It was a threat, you knew. And you wanted him so bad to argue with him. 

You were supposed to sit down beside him but he gestured for his lap. Your underwear is soaked that you gave a quiet moan when he jerked his thigh. The vibrator slightly poking your inside. “Are you having fun with your little friend?” He asked while bouncing you in his lap. 

Your hands held tight on his shoulder, bending your body forward as you desperately cling to him. “I need you, Yuta. Please.” You heard him chuckle. His hand went inside your skirt then inside your underwear just to take off the vibrator. His index finger slipped inside you, drawing circles that caused you to whimper. “Please.” 

He removed his finger in you then slipped it between your lips, tasting yourself. “Are you sure?” He asked while raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re taking your little friend so well.” 

“I want your cum inside me, Yuta.” 

He grinned. That evil grin that you knew he’s planning something. “I want to shower first. Do you want to join me?” 

“I don’t have extra clothes…”

“That’s why we’re getting in there naked.” He removed your blouse then your skirt, putting it inside his locker. Your bra and soaked underwear joining the pieces of cloth inside. He kissed your neck then groped your breast when he kissed you on the mouth. 

You heard a shuffle of feet and voices outside that startled you. Shit, his teammates are coming and you’re naked. “Last cubicle, right. Wait for me.” He ordered, slapping your naked butt as you turn around to run to the cubicle he mentioned. 

“Oh, I thought you left already.” It was Johnny’s, the team’s goalkeeper, voice. 

“Yeah, I want to shower first.” You heard Yuta say. Footsteps can be heard coming your way and the door opened followed by his menacing grin. “I thought you’re using the new locker room today.” You heard a click and he was pushing you to the wall, his tongue automatically slithering inside your mouth. One hand groped your breast as the other turned the shower open. 

He’s so rough. When his hand cupped your naked wetness, a quiet moan escaped your mouth. He immediately kissed you, devouring the screams of pleasure you made because of his hands inside you. “So noisy,” he whispered against your ear. “We have to do something with your mouth, baby.” 

You immediately knew what it was and didn’t need further instructions as you get on your knees in front of him. His hair was already wet, falling on his face that made you gasp. He’s so hot. The water from the shower cascaded down his lean body and you stared at the perfection in front of you. Your hand reached for his balls then darted your tongue to lick his tip. 

“Yuta.” You heard another voice, Taeyong’s. “I saw your girlfriend earlier.” Your boyfriend just looked at you as you started taking his length in your mouth. Both his arms were on the bathroom wall, back leaned forward that the water hit his back. Your tongue kept playing with his cock, teeth lightly grazing on the side. “She always supports you in your games.” 

His tip hit the back of your throat, moaning lightly. “Yeah, she’s the best.” You heard him say as he held the back of your head, grasping your hair. He started thrusting his cock in your mouth as your nails claw on his thigh. 

“She’s really pretty.” You heard Johnny said and if possible, you felt Yuta twitch inside you. Is he turned on by this? “Even Doyoung has a crush on her.” This is news to you. They always seem so cold towards you that you thought his teammates hated you but maybe, they’re just awkward with a girl. Your boyfriend’s thrust never faltered, even quickening in pace that if not for the hold on your head, you might bump your head on the wall.  

One of the showers stopped then you heard a door opened. “She looks like an angel,” Taeyong claimed that almost made you laugh. An angel? Will they still call you that if they saw you now, on your knees and your mouth agape as Yuta use you like his personal glory hole. 

He removed his cock on you, the tip already red. His hands jerking his length as white spurts of cum shot on your face and your breasts. “Yeah, she looks good in white.” You lightly hit his thigh as he chuckled at what he did. 

Yuta removed the showerhead while helping you stand up, washing off the cum in your hair then your breasts, groping and rubbing them. You were biting your bottom lip the whole time, preventing a moan to escape since you knew Johnny and Taeyong are still inside the room. Your boyfriend turned you around, his cock hardening once again between your legs. You can feel the water pressure of the showerhead on your body as he moved it south. His free hand covered your mouth when you created a small sound at the moment he placed the showerhead between your legs, water hitting your core. 

“Be quiet,” he whispered, slipping two fingers inside your mouth which you gladly lapped up. You were squirming at the pleasure, one hand on the wall while the other desperately held to his arm. You wanted to shout at how good he’s making you, wanted his friends to know that you’re not an angel but a bitch in heat for Yuta. His slut. You wanted him, you needed him. Your breathing was heavy. Your head spinning with lust. You managed to remove his fingers in your mouth then whispered the word “Fuck me, please”

He smirked before bending your body forward that you held to the wall. The showerhead still between your legs, but now hitting your clit as he entered you from behind. You were thankful that you were holding the wall as he thrust inside you in powerful strides or you might hit your head or slip down. But you’re desperate for something to claw on, for something to dig your nails into with the immense pleasure surging through your body. 

You were about to shout when Johnny’s voice can be heard. “Dude, aren’t you done?” They’re still here so you bit your lip, hard. He kept his pace, eager to get you an orgasm. “We’ll get going first.” 

“Yeah. sure.” Yuta answered calmly. One hand groped your breast too hard that you created a soft sound. You tasted iron in your tongue and your lips starting to hurt. Why can’t they leave already? 

A knock on your cubicle door can be heard. “Yuta, are you alright?” Taeyong asked. 

You thought Yuta would stop but he didn’t. Instead, he quickened his thrusts. He’s actually turned on by this? Maybe it is him who has an exhibition kink. And the idea made you so horny that you started clenching on him. “Yeah,” he answered, coughing lightly to avoid the strain in his voice. “I’m good.”   

He is. You thought. He’s really good. 

“We’re going to the restaurant downtown. Are you coming?” 

He hugged you from the back, his hips jerking at you. The shower head was now on the floor as one of his hands fiddled with your nipples, the other rubbing your clit. The pleasure is too much that you started grinding on him, eager to have your orgasm. You felt the familiar coil in your stomach, his cock twitching at your clenching core.  “I’m…” He started, voice shaking. You felt something warm inside you as you felt your release. “Coming.” 

You heard footsteps then it disappeared. Your boyfriend pulled out of you then held you in his arms, kissing you in the mouth. You were breathless, wet, and sticky. “We should do this again.” he whispered then licked the blood on your lip. You nodded. This is one hell of a sexual adventure. 

He cleaned you up, even letting you wear his clean jersey shirt that has his surname marked on the back. “Nakamoto looks good on you.” You lightly hit his arm as you exit the locker room, surprised that Taeyong and Johnny were outside. “Why are you two still here?” 

The two guys shrugged then walked away, “I wonder why Y/N’s lip was bleeding.” Taeyong claimed. 

“Maybe they’re into marking now,” Johnny explained. “Even his surname is now marked on her.” 

“I don’t think I can enter that cubicle after today.” 

The taller guy laughed. “You’re lucky, we didn’t use the new locker rooms today. The cubicles are wide open.” 

You gasped then held on to Yuta’s arm. Funny, you thought, why did you feel tingly all of a sudden? You lightly glanced at him and he smirked at you. Is he thinking what you’re thinking? Your boyfriend held your waist, pulling you closer. “Next game. Should we let Taeyong or Johnny watch?” You stared at him, “Or maybe Doyoung?” Is he serious?

You gave him an innocent smile. This is your reward for him. Why does it feel like a reward for you? “Do well next game.” And you knew, he will. 

[thefanbasewhore]

His

Prompt no. 31 from @sweeterthanthis's "Quote me on it" 6k writing challenge! - Suck me, beautiful. - Also sorry for all the repost! - tags problem

Summary || Bucky doesn't like when his things gets touched.

Paring || Biker! Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word count || 4,015

Warning || (18+, content) , degradation, slight dub-con (but not really, reader is willing), p in v, oral receiving , jealous!Bucky, - you have been warned.

Side note || shout out to my bestie @fuckandfluff for beta reading this for me <3

It is hard to miss his eyes, the way they darken just enough to show interest. Dark and shallow like the depths of the deepest canyon – shallow with no sign of life. Sparking in this little game of predator and prey but no one dares to make a move.

Tugging his lip between teeth the moment he catches your glance, smirking as flirty eyes run up and down your body but then back to his friend. His gaze is hot - pure lava that burns the skin, but it feels so, so good.

To have the attention of James Barnes, a man your mother would never approve of and other men cower to. He is beautiful, seafoam blue eyes that accompany strong features, and soft, pink lips to top it off.

You smile shyly, cheeks darkening under the gaze as top off the few coffees on at the bar. Bucky watches at the corner of his peripheral, casually conversing but cannot help but notice the way the man comes behind you, pressing a hand to the small of your back as he joins into the conversation.

Bucky leans forward, listening intensely as the hand slips lower and lower until it cups the curve of your ass. Bucky stands so fast with blurred vision, with one goal in mind; protect his girl’s honor but he watches the way your lips twitch into a polite smile as you throw your head back to laugh, quickly excusing yourself but not before catching the intense, darkening gaze of Bucky.

Two rather large hands grasp your arm, pulling you into the side pantry, located right before the kitchen doors with force.

"Wh-." You don't even get the chance to speak before being pressed against the wall - a heavy weight, chest crushing against your back. Soft, heavy breaths as a hand anchors your hip, pressing you harshly into the metal preparation table. A hand flat against your shoulder and lowers you down until your stomach touches the table, bending you to his will.

"You wanted this, didn't you, pretty girl?" He coos as the curve of his nose runs through your hair, taking a lungful of scent, floral mixed with strawberry shampoo and a hint of grease. You let out an exaggerated squeal as he pushes his hips deeper against your ass to feel the heavy thickness of his aching cock. "Oh, you did."

Calloused but gentle hands grasp your shoulders, running up and down the length of back as he presses a few meaningful kisses to your spine. "Want me to fuck you right here? Mmmm, you dirty girl."

"James, we can’t do this -."

"I'll do whatever I want." He hisses against your skin, "When I want to and there's nothing you can do about it."

Warm, smooth lips press into your shoulder following with a thick line of spit from his hot tongue and nipping teeth.

Nimble fingers dig into the skin of your shoulder, turning you around to face him with a deep scowl. A gentle hand cups your face - angling your eyes to meet his face, fingers soaking the skin of your hairline. He does not move, not breath fanning your face as he just stares.

So beautiful like this, flushed and hair messily forming knots from his hands and a few loose pieces stick to your wet skin. A cool hand against your neck releases a gasp from your lips but he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip and molding his body into your own.

It is feverish, the way your hands raise to spread into his hair, feeling his breath hitch. A rough hand pulls at the blouse of your dress, exposing the heavy breast. Bucky presses his lips into your own watching as your eyelashes flutter close and inhale deeply.

"Sweet girl, tell me -." He rubs his harness roughly against you, nipping at the skin of your neck. "Did you like his hands on you?"

A whine gets stuck in your throat as harsh teeth nip at your lip with a growl and in response lean forward to connect the invisible line, but he stops you with the press of his fingers, but you continue to reach forward to split his lips open and slide your tongue in. Eyes tightening with envy, lips long and thinning as a result but it does not stop him from returning it, sliding his tongue against your own with ferocity.

Bucky huffs - hands falling to cup your ass, massaging the fat between his hand with a squeeze. "You're making it hard to stay mad at you."

Buck’s eyes flutter, eyelashes soothing the skin of your breast with a huff. He says for a second, evaluating the situation: his hardness throbbing, pressed between your creamy thighs.

“Buck..” The whine of his name wanting and feral shoots straight to his aching cock.

Fingers cup your chin and grip to watch lip’s part with want, while two metal fingers touch your tongue, sliding along the ridges of it until they reach the back of your throat, gagging around them but Bucky doesn't pull away instead holds them there, a cocky smirk pressing against your cheek with harsh kisses. "You don't get a say, keep your mouth shut, do you understand?"

"Yes, I'm sorr -."

"What are you sorry for? Tell me, sweet girl."

You try to speak but Bucky does not give you the chance, "Say sorry for being a little whore."

"Buck!" Two thick, cold fingers run along the underside of your breast, slow and antagonizing as they trail across the skin of your stomach to the hem of your panties teasingly.

The other hand - still wrapped around your hair pulls tightly, "I told you to say sorry."

"I'm sorry!" You whine and peer up into his eyes with a quivering bottom lip, only to be met with the intense dark gaze.

"For what?"

"Being a little whore." You whine pathetically, "I'm sorry!"

Two large fingers spread over your clothed pussy with a loud whine, pushing your hips into the working digits. "Please, please."

To your surprise Bucky moves closer, sinking to his knees with a few seconds of silence to commit the sight to his memory. Hips lift from the cool table as Bucky clicks his tongue under his breath, lips move agonizingly slow, hands cupping both of her breasts through the fabric of your bra feeling nipples react instantly, hard through the thin material of the shirt.

“I-I..” Tears of frustration, wet eyes, wanting to cry and beg but it would be no use. Not with those cold, daring eyes.

Bucky can't help but stare, the light-colored fabric left little to the imagination, dark hairs shape against it, the wet patching showing just how badly you want him.

With your eyes closed, it is practically sensory overload. Skin on fire, small bee stings follow the warmness of his touch. Ears twitch with heat, breath against the skin of your thighs as lips touch the inner skin. Buck makes sure to take his time, spreading the wetness around the bare mound with his thumb, throat dry and his mouth parting with want.

Eyelashes flutter with a moan, skin flushing pink with chest heaving with deep breaths, grinding your own desperate hips against his hand.

His hand leaves you completely with a loud protest, but it is cut short with a hand against your hip to flip you around onto your stomach, face pressing against the cool metal as the same hand digs into your right hip, dragging them high into the air.

His length is heavy, straining against the back of your thigh. Pressing a kiss to your lower back up to the bare skin of shoulder blades. The swirling and clanking of vibranium plates as a barbarous hand kisses the flesh of your ass, harsh and brutal with every clench of his jaw.

A gentle palm smooths the burning, reddening skin. His other thumb spreading across your clit, whining with the contact. His finger’s hook inside with no warning, filling you to the brink

The two fingers scissor against your walls, coat with her arousal that helps him trust them back into you again until they hit that spongy part that makes you squeal. The instant the sound leaves your lips, your hand cups your mouth to conceal the noise but he only slaps it away with threatening eyes, "I want to hear every single sound, understand?"

You squeeze around him, hips naturally fighting his own trust of his fingers. "You look so fucking good, moaning my name so everyone can hear you."

He groans at the tightness and it instantly sends shivers down his skin, electric shocks down his spine to his dripping cock, pre-cum smearing against the confides of his boxers, a wet patch seeping through the dark, jean material.

Fingers never lead up, filling and entering as soon as they left, over and over again until you feel a sudden snap, a wave of heat that curls inside your stomach, mouth ajar as Bucky quickens the pace, pressing soft kisses to your underthighs, watching his fingers move in and out. Lips sucking softly on the skin, huffing in frustration at his own arousal throbs to replace his fingers, watching as you drip into his fingers down his hand and your thighs.

“Buck!” it’s a warning to make him suck harder; fingers so good it makes you mewl.

“Cum pretty girl, give it to me.”

All it takes is seven words and his finger to milk you through your orgasm. Legs begin to tremble, his heart thumping inside his chest as your walls squeeze his fingers with a cry. "That's it, good girl."

Your chest falls and raises quickly against the table, but Bucky’s fingers do not leave the heat between your thighs. Blind fingers reach behind to palm his hardness, it's so gentle and it’s an experimental touch that makes him groan and heart flutter but he chooses to ignore it and grunt loudly.

He uses this time to look at you, completely soaked, begging for more as your thighs squeeze together.

"Greedy Girl, stop that."

Hands spread across the back of bare thighs, trailing to squeeze a large handful of your cheek. "You look so good like this."

His arms flexes and expands against your thighs again as fingers curl into the softness of them, anchoring himself as lips closing around your clit, suckling softly.

“Buck - wait!” it is a whine of surprise as his tongue flickers against the sensitive bundle and sinks into the gaping hole. His finger’s moving faster, pace increasing with every squeal, scream or sound that’s made.

His tongue does not let up from your clit as his fingers pushed deeper inside, purposely messaging the spot found in the deepest of your pussy, his cock throbbing at the thought of feeling it.

Hips lifting off the table trying to escape his brutal lips, but he does not allow it as his free hand fell to hips, roughly pushing you back down against the cool surface. “Stay.” The vibrations make you cry, begging for more.

Fingers curling in you to collect any juice they possibly could spreading against you as much as he could manage through the way your hips jolt, a soft mumble makes you moan.

The familiar feeling of heat building up and bubbling in your lower abdomen spreading warmth throughout your whole body as he continued to finger fuck you as fast he could. The heavenly sound of wetness dripping to his hand, covering his face and onto the table. “Give it to daddy, princess, I want more."

“I’m -.“ His name is like a prayer on your lips and his only reply is slamming his finger back into as hard as he could, lips puckering against your clit one more time. Eyes rolling back into your head as the delicious swirl of heat ignites deep inside your stomach and he sucks up everything he could manage.

The instant your body slumps, Bucky's fingers grab at your hips and presses a kiss against your lower back as you hear the jingle of his belt, pulling it from the loops before carelessly throwing it across the room.

His sweetness is short-lived as a hand cups your jaw, his chest pressing against your back with a whisper. "On your knees."

The shuffle from the table to the floor is easy, positioning yourself right in front of his crotch, he is hard, head poking through the top of his boxers easily visible from his unbuttoned pants.

"Suck me, beautiful..." Bucky peers down at you, using his digit to run along the line of you jaw - thumb pinching at the pit of your chin. "Open those pretty lips for me."

Despite the burning of your knees in contrast of the hard, tile floor you oblige, mouth parting as the skin of his appendage dips to your tongue, pressing hard on it. His other hand reaches down to pull his pants, along with the black briefs down his legs just enough to release him.

He groans as his eyes never leave your face - over the soft curve of your nose watching as your lips wrap tightly around it and suck.

"You are so sexy.." beautiful, round, doe eyes peer up at him as he wraps his free hand around his cock, tutting his hips into the tightness of his clasped hand.

He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, pressing the Bulbous head onto your lips. Lips parting to your mouth and stick your tongue out. "Such a good girl. You like sucking cock huh?"

"Yes." Lips closing around the head, sucking slightly but only for a fist to pull at your hair.

"Did I tell you to suck yet?" He snarls, eyes darkening, "Are you that much of a little slut? Or pretending it's his."

The last word he hisses, curling his fingers for he gains the upper hand and feels the knots of your hair fill the gaps between fingers. "I asked you a question, sweets."

"No." The pull that burns your scalp makes you moan in pain, the reply muffled by the heaviness of his cock still lying between open lips. "Not for him, for you."

"Really? Is that why you were letting him touch you, mm?"

"I didn't know - I thought you didn't want to -."

"Didn't want you? While else would I waste my time, mm?" He kisses his teeth with words laced with venom, "Are you that much of a dumb whore to realize?"

He doesn't give you the chance to answer, “Let me tell you what's going to happen, I'm going to fuck you and you're gon’a walk right up to him with my cum running down your thighs and tell him to fuck off, you're not interested, understand beautiful?"

"Yes." With a wanton cry as a wave of heat runs through your body, a soft hand reaching down to cup the softness of your breast. In response clench your tights to create some kind of friction between your throbbing cunt.

"What a dirty girl..." He loves to see the sight, the mess he makes of your big, innocent eyes on the floor of this dirty diner, ready to be fucked like a whore. "Suck it, gorgeous."

The angry bulbous head kisses your lips as a gentle thumb roams over your hairline, "Don't be shy now."

Lips part as Bucky's smell takes over your senses - the smell of soap and chapped, warmed leather as he hits the back of your throat, nose brushing against the dark ringlets of hair. He moans softly biting down on his lower lip as a he pinches the skin of your jaw to lift you head up, "Eyes on me."

Bucky gives a small thrust, just enough to make your eyes water and to fit the rest of his hard-on into your mouth. His fingers clutch the corner of the metal table as a small groan falls from his lips watching as you bring a hand up to cup his balls, not daring to take your eyes away.

"Trying to make up for being a bad girl, huh?" he taunts with a small gasp, but you ignore his teasing and bob your head up and down with precise, slow movements.

He's growing frustrated, face flushing a deep pink color, chewing on his bottom lip but it only gets interrupted by the loud moan every time you bob your head. His fingers burn the base of your skull, throat closing around his cock as you're forced to breath out your nose, but that's even hard as wet tears stain your face and gather above your cupid's bow.

"Enough.." The words are spoken through gritted teeth as if it hurt to mutter, but you don't even get time to think about it before a hand wraps around your arm, lifting you up and muttering, "On the table, hands and knees."

Bucky groans at the sight of you, skirt pulled up to your waist, pussy high with hips in the air for him. A rough hand kneads over the flesh of your ass check, the other one comes up to spank you so hard you cry as tingles of pain mix with pleasure to send goose bumps up your back. Lips coming down to pressing a small kiss against the harsh mark as it welts with pulsing pain, "You look so pretty marked by me, gorgeous girl."

A large hand guides down your back feeling the grooves of your spine against his own fingertips until his hand reached the back of your neck and with one hard grab forces your cheek against the table. Both hands start to knead at your cheeks, brushing over your soaked entrance, a lingering heat trails where his fingers touch, across the back of your thighs, your ass. Whining softly as he speaks, "Something tells me you don't want me here, you would rather it be him."

The click of his tongue tells you he’s disappointed, panic tearing through your throat as his finger moved further from where you need him most, tears of frustration prickling eyes as his hand pushes your head deeper into the table. “No! No – please touch me. I want it, need you so bad.“ With one last crack of your voice words spewing at any effort of some type of relief. "Do whatever you want to me, I'm yours, I'm yours."

The way he tenses and throbs between your ass cheeks is delicious. Not only does he affect you but judging by the way his chest does not dare move, drawing a huff of air at the words. Suddenly there is something soft against your back, a few gentle kisses that make your heart flutter.

Before you know it, Bucky pushes you up the table to make enough room to get onto it himself, kneeling between your thighs. His left leg against your inner knee, spreading you just enough so he can fit. Arching your back against him earns a loud warning - a rumble from his chest. "You take what I give you, understand?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

He doesn’t give any warning, the act draws your breath away at the sudden feeling of a burning but pleasurable stretching causing a small gasp to fall from your swollen lips. With one callous thrust he splits you open, nudging that spot that makes jump forward but his hand cupping over your deltoid keep you grounded.

Bucky’s finger come behind to tease the bundle of nerves, making your whine as he sinks every inch of his cock until he is nestled so deep it’s hard to breath, it burns so deliciously. Mouth falling agape, cannot even manage to form words so he speaks instead, "So good, baby."

Buck’s hands rest against the swells of your ass, eyes tilting towards the filthy sight of him snuggly pressing into you, testing the waters with one deep, slow thrust. The sound you make is straight up sinful, makes him groan on his own accord as you clench around him.

Hips snap faster watching his cock disappear and reappear into your silky opening over and over again a wave of pleasure tingling his spine every time he hits the spot that makes you dumb. He wants to comment on it but the feelings of you squeezing him with every inch it's impossible to form words, especially the sight of his cock covered in your arousal. His thighs shake until they are numb, his stomach swirling with the familiar feeling building deep inside, body on fire. With every push of his hips, strokes are strong and harsh but hit that spot every. single. time.

The sounds falling from your lips don't help, mixed between pleasure and pain. He loves every second of it, rolling his lips as your pussy drips, smearing his thighs, droplets leaking down your own. His eyes never leave your ass - bouncing against this hips with squeals of his name.

"Shit, gorgeous." It is so sexy, so effortless the way you take him. Back arching pushing him deeper inside of you to hit that spot that makes you cry as a hand rest against the small of back giving him a better angle to fuck you senseless. “Bucky, holy fuck, so goood --."

Small crescents from his nails digging into the flesh of your hip as sweat beads across his forehead and chest, a wave of heat rushing over his body as he grows closer and closer. His thrust growing disorganized and haphazard forming a new pattern that makes your toes girl and he can barely get the words out as his head clouds, "Tell me you want it."

"I want it so bad, Bucky, please, please. Fill me up." It is so sudden, your orgasm hits you blindly with white, searing pleasure that makes small black orbs form in your vision. Bucky chokes at how hard you clench around him but continues to drive his cock deep inside you, milking you for all you have.

With the last of his trust he explodes, his cum lines your walls, filling you to the brink and stuffing you full. There's so much of it, it drips onto the table leaking between the both of you, but he doesn't dare move only peers down at you with those pretty blue eyes.

Sagging into the table and completely spent as a soft hand rubs your hair, fingers lovingly running across your hairline. He presses a kiss to your forehead, one against your cheek before cupping where his lips touched, angling your face to his own to press a soft kiss against your lips. With one last kiss to your nose, he helps put your arms back through the sleeves of your stress, sighing softly against your skin, "You okay?"

"Mmm." You agree, eyes shutting gently but only lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. "I'm yours, Buck."

"Yes, you are, honey." He promises and slides out of you with a hiss but that does not stop his eyes from dipping between your legs, smirking as you instinctually spread them, revealing the beautiful sight of him leaking from you. Two large fingers roam over the hood of your pussy, rubbing the folds before they split you open again. The sound that follows is filthy and he hums in response.

Those same fingers now prod against your lips, parting them open until the salty, blank taste invades your mouth.

"I want you stuffed in every hole, I want you smelling like me before you tell that asshole." You watch wide eyed and blank as he pulls up his pants and tucks himself back in. Pressing one more kiss to your lips before picking the panties off the ground shoving them into his pocket.

"Baby, I need those -."

"You didn't think I was serious huh?" Bucky chuckles darkly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, you're gonna tell him and everyone in this diner is going to know you're mine."

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