#also this guy was loosely based off of how i feel inside my head who i perhaps was meant to be (based off vibes not the dead beat dad part)

[desaturate-worlds]

yall create OCs through writing and drawing and fleshing out a character? i do random clown makeup on myself and text my best friend the first thing that pops into my head when i see it

[deakyjoe]

Stormy Skies

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns used I think)

Category: friends to lovers

Summary: Din breaks you out of an Imperial prison (loosely based on chapter 15).

Warnings: angst, fluff, touched-starved Din, helmet is off, prison, nasty guards, restraints, bad men, talks of death, separation, loose implication of what bad men can do, pet names (cyar’ika), canon-divergence (I guess??), when I say loosely based I mean very loosely based

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: Sad, brown-eyed, pathetic love of my life. (He's not pathetic but I’ll make him pathetic.) Din is slightly out of character but only because he's head over heels in love and feeling all soft and squishy inside about it. He's also a little insecure. Poor guy. It's purposefully ambiguous about how long reader has been imprisoned, so guess however long you'd like.

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It took three weeks, four days, sixteen hours and twenty two minutes before you realised that the inside of this Imperial prison would be the only thing you saw for the foreseeable future. The three walls and one row of bars now being your home. After that you resigned yourself to the idea that you'd be there forever so you stopped counting the days, the weeks, the... months? You didn't know how long you'd been there and you didn't want to know how long either.

All you knew is that you wanted to leave. Not because you were scared of death or scared of never seeing the outside world again. But because you missed two very important people in your life. The big, scary Mandalorian who had hired you just under a year ago as his mechanic and his strange green son who had weird superpowers who you sometimes babysat. The both of them meant the world to you and the idea of never seeing them again hurt you. You feared for the child's life as he had also been taken at the same time as you but had been imprisoned elsewhere, probably to be experimented on. And you feared for the state of your Mandalorian who would be lost without his kid.

"Food."

The announcement made your stomach lurch as it knocked you out of your thoughts. A small plate, with a pile of something in the middle, was pushed into your cell - probably the most unappealing thing in the galaxy but your only source of nutrition. Your mind strayed to nicer things as you desperately tried to ignore the revolting taste.

You thought of days spent in the Razor Crest, your Mandalorian's ship, as the three of you travelled from planet to planet in order for bounties to be collected. The memories of attempting to teach the child to speak some words in Basic but only getting baby babbling in response, it didn't matter as his eyes always shone as if he knew what you were saying to him.

You ached for your clan of three to be reunited, but realistically you knew that was unlikely. If anything, you just wanted Grogu to be safe. Back with Din and safe. And there was no place safer for him than under the care of Din Djarin.

A guard walking into your cell had you scrambling back against the wall as he took your plate from you and laughed, slightly muffled by his helmet. He kicked at the chain bound around your feet and walked out again, locking the bars behind him.

He was your least favourite of everyone who served in your section of the prison. He didn't seem to like you very much, and wasn't afraid to show it. You feared that one day he'd use the power he had over you to do something awful. So, for now, you tried to play as nice as possible with him.

The sound of low chattering caught your attention, the unmistakable noise of Stormtrooper armour bashing against itself making its way down the corridor. Plastic against plastic made an unbearable racket. You looked up to peek through the bars of your cell and crawled towards the sound, hoping that they weren't coming for you. If you could guess from the sound of them alone, you'd say there were about three or four of them. Definitely more than two and probably less than five.

Your assumption was proven correct when three Troopers turned the corner at the end of the hallway. One was clearly in charge, leading the other two. You thought his name was... you didn't know actually. And you didn't care either. But he was their superior. But the other two... They were low ranking officers, obvious by their uniform and the way they looked around as if they'd never seen the inside of a prison before. Maybe it was their first day on the job? Boy, were they in for a surprise.

The bald one seemed vaguely familiar, although he looked like pretty much any other guy in the galaxy so you didn't dwell on it too much. The other one, however, held no resemblance to anyone you'd ever seen before. He had sad eyes.  That was the first thing you noticed about him. Sad, brown eyes. Along with a strong nose that matched his face. Golden skin. And messy hair along with unkempt facial hair. Very un-Trooperish. You wondered how he managed to get away with it. He was rather beautiful to look at. You pushed the thought away with a reminder of what he was - Empire.

As they got closer, you began to overhear their conversation. They were talking about some battle that had been fought a while ago, lots of soldiers lost. Baldy appeared mildly upset as he disclosed that some of his friends had died. Brown eyes wasn't listening and clearly searching for something. And he seemed to find it when his eyes landed on you.

He paused for the smallest fraction of a second before he carried on walking with the other two. He stared at you but you didn't back down, staring right back through the cell bars. You wouldn't let a Trooper intimidate you, especially not a new one. A sense of achievement hit you when he finally looked away, swallowing thickly and averting his gaze as far away from you as possible. He nudged the bald guy next to him with his elbow and tilted his head in your direction.

What the fuck did these guys want with you? You shivered at the thought, a million horrifying ideas running through your brain. You relaxed slightly when they disappeared around the next corner.

The rest of the day passed slowly, as they all did, and soon enough the lights were going out and all prisoners were warned to stay silent for the next few hours. You shifted to get your body in the most comfortable position possible, pretty difficult when you had chains restraining your limbs, and laid down, resting your head in the crook of your elbow.

You drifted off easily, the low drone of the power running through the walls and the floor lulling you to sleep. With nothing to do all day, zero access to natural light and limited portions of food you were tired all of the time. And the little energy you had was reserved for keeping your defences up when guards entered your cell on rare occasions.

Your dreams were full of Din and Grogu, as usual, and you often wondered during your conscious moments whether your brain was reminding you of happy moments to keep you sane or telling you what you'd had and what you'd lost as a way of punishing you.

What you didn't expect was to be awoken a short time later by your cell door being unlocked, the clanging of the metal shocking you out of your dreams. You sat up instantly, freezing when two looming figures walked in, whispering to each other in hushed tones.

The two Troopers from earlier.

You felt sick.

They were both wearing their helmets now and their heads snapped towards you when your chain scraped across the floor painfully. The broader one, who seemed to be leading the team of two, stalked towards you slowly.

"No, no, no, no!" You kicked at him as he went for your ankles trying, and failing, to fight him off. The breath spilling from your lungs was panicked as you failed to notice the other guy groaning and sticking his arms out to tell you to be quiet.

Your name came through the Trooper helmet in a familiar, reassuring voice. It was Din. Your Mandalorian. You'd never felt such a sense of relief race through your body as you relaxed underneath his touch.

"Mando?" You avoided using his real name around other people, as you'd agreed when he first told you. It was a small price for such a wonderful gift. His name. "You're here. You came for me?"

"Yes." He fumbled with your restraints, managing to get the ones off your ankles and moving to the ones on your wrists.

You looked at the other guy who had slipped his helmet off at some point. The bald guy. "Hang on. I saw you earlier. You walked through here with that guy in charge and-" Your eyes snapped back to Din. "That was you."

He was looking at you through the helmet, you could tell. "Come on, we don't have much time."

"B-but... you... your face." Your voice was weak, mind scrambling back to the memory of him. Brown eyes. Sad eyes. Messy hair. Unkempt facial hair. Strong nose. Golden skin. Beautiful.

He faltered. "I know. I did what had to be done."

"You broke your creed." You were almost crying. "To save me."

Hesitation. "Yes, of course. Come on."

The shackles finally fell from your wrists and you launched yourself at him, embracing him even if you were in a life or death situation.

"Thank you."

He seemed uncertain at the gesture as his arms slowly wrapped around your waist. "You don't have to thank me."

You pulled away quickly, not wanting to push it and make him uncomfortable. "Yes, I do." Looking back at the bald guy as you stood up, you squinted at him. "You're familiar."

"Mayfeld." He had a smirk on his face as he watched the interaction between you and Din, sticking out his hand in greeting but you ignored it. "You're welcome for this, by the way. I'm the main reason we're here right now saving you."

His name reminded you of who he was, a scowl settling over your face. "I appreciate it. But we're not out yet. They have people guarding everywhere. And I mean everywhere."

"It won't be a problem." Din's voice was low as he straightened up.

"How do you know so much about this place, hm?" Mayfeld asked you, stepping slightly closer.

"I may have attempted an escape... once or twice." You shrugged and kicked your restraints away from your feet. "That's why I was chained to the wall."

The two men were silent as they stared at you, Mayfeld looking surprised and Din's gaze burning into you despite being obscured by the helmet.

"I know their rotation schedules, how long of a gap there is between shift changes and which Troopers like me best so will leave the handcuffs a little looser." You looked between the two of them. "What? I had time to plan."

"And what have we got now?" Din questioned, glancing back at the open bars. "Anything scheduled to happen?"

You thought it over for a moment, glancing at the clock just outside of your cell. "Shift change in about six minutes. There will be a thirty-three second gap where the doors are unmanned."

"We can work with that." The Mandalorian replied, producing a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.

A sick feeling settled in your stomach at the sight of them. "Ah, so I'm fake prisoner. Right?"

"In case we come across anyone." Mayfeld explained, a smug grin on his face. "Need to make it believable that we're moving you to a new cell."

With a nod, you looked back up to Din. "Be gentle, okay?"

"Of course, cyar'ika."

You sighed, storing away the nickname to ask about it later. "Where's Grogu?"

His fists clenched by his sides, the leather of his gloves squeaking. "They still have him."

Bile rose in your throat. "What?"

Why was he here if the child was still missing?

"Maker, why are you here?" You asked him, pushing at his shoulder. "You need to save him!"

"I'm here to save you." He was already bored with you again, you could tell by the lack of emotion in his voice. Maybe he was regretting saving you.

"I could have waited! Grogu's a baby!" You cried, worry settling in your stomach at the thought of your poor, poor Grogu possibly being tortured and experimented on whilst you were swooning over Din rescuing you.

"They had information on the kid's location here as well." The Mandalorian offered.

That made more sense. "Ah, so it wasn't just to save me."

"I would've come for you even if they had nothing on him." He sounded annoyed now, frustrated at your questioning.

"Grogu's priority." You turned to Mayfeld. "Why did you let him come here when the child is still missing?"

His hands raised in surrender. "Hey! Don't turn this on me!"

"Be more grateful." Din stated as he walked towards you and turned you around, pulling your hands behind your back to secure them in place with the cuffs. "I could have left you here forever."

You didn't want to admit out loud that what he had just suggested was your worst fear and something you truly believed until he'd showed up. A part of you thought you'd be there for the rest of your life. But you couldn't tell him that. So you offered a weak joke.

"You know what they say... third time's the charm. I'm sure my next attempt at an escape would have worked." The cuffs clicked into place and you tried not to focus on the feeling of being restrained again. You'd spent too long like this, and here you were about to escape and you were back in the same position. It was almost funny.

Din could sense your unease and placed a gloved hand on the small of your back in reassurance.

"Let's go." Mayfeld chimed and marched out of the cell in front of the two of you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and followed behind, Din's hands locked around yours to make sure the restraints didn't pull too harshly. Weaving in and out of corridors was dangerous, especially with the guards constantly patrolling. Unfortunately, it didn't take long before you bumped into a couple of them.

"Halt!" They shouted, raising their weapons to the three of you. "What are you doing with prisoner five six one?"

There was probably too long of a pause between the question and the answer that was finally given, setting off the initial seed of suspicion.

Mayfeld stepped in with his sly smile. "We were instructed to move the prisoner to a new cell."

The two guards bowed their heads together, mumbling a quick debate. Your hands twitched with nerves behind your back and you felt the Mandalorian trace a thumb over them in comfort. It somewhat worked.

"We'll need you to come with us to confirm." One of them said, straightening up and re-aiming his blaster right at you.

"I'm sorry, cyar'ika." Din grumbled with a sigh behind you before there was a slight squeeze on the side of your neck and you were out.

When you awoke you were surrounded by the sounds of a humming engine and the whirring of the inside of a ship. You jolted up and almost hit your head on the top of the bunk you'd been placed in.

Wait. A bunk?

You looked around you rapidly to suddenly realise that you weren’t just in any bed. You were in Din’s bed. On the Razor Crest.

You jumped out of it and stumbled once you landed on your feet, leaning on the wall for support.

“Woah, woah! Slow down, take it easy.” A modulated voice appeared behind you as strong arms wrapped around your torso to keep you steady.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You slurred, still slightly groggy from being unconscious. “How long was I out?”

“A few hours.” Din replied, letting you turn to look at him. He was back in his Beskar armour, looking as shiny as ever. The sight of him made you smile.

“You knocked me out!” You cried but there wasn’t an ounce of real anguish in your voice. In fact, it was rather playful.

He didn’t seem to pick up on that. “It was necessary.”

You waved your hand at him, showing you weren’t really bothered by that. So you approached the subject you were really affected by. “You saved me.”

“Yes.” His voice was a gentle rasp as he spoke the singular word. He was never much of a talker. But you hung on to every word.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“You removed your helmet to save me.” You frowned at him, like you were annoyed at him for breaking his creed.

Another rasp. “Yes.”

“But-“

“But what?”

You laughed like it was obvious. "I don't understand why. I'm just me."

"And it's just a creed."

Your head reared back. "Just a creed?"

"Just you?" He answered back, imitating your tone and inflection.

"That's- Din, it's your life. Being a Mandalorian is everything to you.” You cried, hands waving in emphasis. “Why would you risk that? For me?"

His head tilted to the side in his usual expression of emotion. Or lack of. "This is the Way."

"No.” You snapped. “The Way is not showing your face under any circumstances. And you- you showed your face!"

"To save you."

"Yes!"

The helmet tilted even further. "What part do you not understand?"

"I'm not worth it." You said, hands wringing together in front of you. And you truly believed what you were saying.

"What?"

"Why would you do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you."

Your mouth snapped shut, the protest you had prepared dying in your throat.

"You and the kid. I'd tear apart this galaxy for the both of you. You're... you're part of my clan."

A part of you wished he'd left you in that prison. If he'd done that then your head wouldn't be spinning and you wouldn't be overwhelmed with emotions at what he was throwing at you in that moment. His clan. You were a member of his clan.

"Din..."

His name was soft from your lips and he sighed slowly at the sound.

"The only way to explain is-" He cut himself off and inhaled, taking a step closer to you. Placing his hand under your chin, he tilted your head up to face him and lowered his helmet so your foreheads rested together. The cold of his armour sent shivers down your spine. Although it might have also been caused by the action of what he was doing, what he was saying.

Din had explained this to you before when you'd asked about affection between the people of Mandalore. It was a way for Mandalorians to kiss without having to show their faces. It was... intimate, to say the least.

Your eyes fluttered shut when the reality of what he was telling you dawned. "Din..."

Another soft whisper of his name had him sighing again.

Unfortunately, he took it the wrong way and pulled back. "You don't have to- The kid and you are important to me. That's... that's what you need to know. About why- why I did this."

You shook your head and smiled at him, hooking your hand around the back of his neck and tugging him down towards you again so your foreheads touched. "And I was willing to die in that prison to keep you and the child safe."

"They... they were planning to kill you?"

"I kept refusing to teach them how to get the kid to use his wizard baby powers. And I wouldn't tell them where you were either. Or how to contact you."

"What did they need me for?"

"See you as a threat. Or to use me as bait. I'm not sure which. Maybe both."

"It would've worked. You as bait. If I didn't already know where you were, of course."

"Of course." You grinned at him and hoped he was smiling back. You tended to guess what his facial expressions were, normally hoping that he was returning whatever you gave him but usually settling on the fact that he was probably bored and his face would show it. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, cyar'ika."

Your stomach flipped at the Mando'a. "What does that mean?"

"It's Mando'a."

"I guessed that. I'm asking for a translation." You rolled your eyes, finally pulling back from the Mandalorian kiss to look at him properly again. "I hope it's something nice."

You could tell he was smiling when he said his next words. They were hesitant, but tender. "It means darling or sweetheart. A term of endearment."

"Oh... that's- that is nice." Mentally berating yourself, you bit on your lower lip to hold back an excited giggle. Nice? There were so many words that were better than nice. "I don't have anything like that where I'm from. If I did I'd-"

He cut you off with a hand cupping your cheek. "I know, cyar'ika. I know."

There was a moment of silence as the two of you just looked at each other. It was broken when Din sighed suddenly and dropped his hand from your cheek.

"I never wanted you to see my face that way."

Oh.

"Din, I-" You cut yourself off to contemplate your words. "I'm sorry that you had to reveal your face. And that I saw. If I'd known... I wouldn't have stared at you."

"No, I didn't mean it like that." He exhaled loudly. "Do you remember? What I look like?"

The memory of his face flashed in your mind. Of course you remembered. Every single detail. And you'd probably secretly treasure it for the rest of your life.

"Yes..."

His head dropped for a second, helmet aimed at the floor, before it suddenly shot back up to meet your gaze. "And?"

"And what?" Having no idea what he was asking of you, your brows scrunched together.

He was so close now that you were sure you'd be able to hear his breathing even without the modulator. "Was I- was I a disappointment?"

"What?" Disbelief ran through you. How could this wonderful, gorgeous man ever be a disappointment? With or without the helmet obscuring his face he had always been and would always be perfect to you.

"Well, you must have had some... some image of what I'd look like in your head."

You immediately disagreed with him. "No, never."

"Don't lie. It's okay. You can tell me."

"I'm not lying. And I am telling you."

"Cyar'ika..."

Your heart did somersaults in your chest. "No, I never conjured up some fantasy of what you'd look like. Because this here-" You gestured at the whole of him, hand waving up and down his body. "-is my Din. This is you to me. Why would I ever warp who you truly are for some made up version?"

"You must've been curious."

You shrugged. "Maybe at the beginning. But who you are on the inside is all that has ever mattered to me."

"So what did you think when you saw my face?"

Your eyes snapped away from his on instinct, embarrassment crawling through you as you recalled your immediate thoughts of him. Thoughts you'd pushed away at the time because you thought he was a Trooper. Thoughts that had resurfaced when you found out that it was really him.

"Oh, no thoughts." Your voice was weak, barely coming out as more than a squeak. It was clear you were lying. "Just that you were a man..."

"Cyar'ika..."

A flush racked through you at the use of the term of endearment. He knew how to make you weak in the knees, how to make you break, you were sure of it.

"Calling me that isn't fair."

"Don't avoid the question." His head tilted to the side. "Tell me. What did you think?"

Unsure at how he'd turned from insecure, sweet Din to a version of Din that had you swooning, you shook your head at him. "I told you. No thoughts."

"And I can tell you're lying. Look at me." He placed his fingers under your chin to angle you to face him. "Tell me."

You started with a small truth. "Your eyes were sadder than I thought they'd be."

He seemed slightly taken aback by that but didn't hesitate too much in answering. "I was scared I'd lost you."

"But I thought you said you didn't know they were planning on killing me?"

"It was always a possibility." He shrugged. "We were getting towards the end of the cells when I saw you. I was... getting nervous. Thought maybe they'd transferred you somewhere else and I'd never find you. Couldn't live with that idea."

If it were possible, you softened even more under his touch. "But you did find me. And I'm here. Safe. Because of you."

"Hmm." He just hummed in agreement, shifting his hand so it moved to cup your jaw instead. "What else?"

You huffed, hoping you'd got out of the line of questioning about your opinions on his appearance. Whilst having openly admitted a whole spout of feelings for each other, you weren't quite ready to declare how absolutely breathtaking he was.

"Don't make me say it."

"Say what, cyar'ika? Hm? I'm just asking."

You leaned into his touch, the warmth from his palm along with the sound of the Mando'a pet name set off a spark within you. When his gloved thumb swooped over your cheek gently you were sure that your brain short circuited.

"You're beautiful, Din."

The statement was breathless but held certainty in it. The Mandalorian didn't reply, too shocked by your confession. He honestly hadn't been expecting you to be so open. And to say that of all things.

So you kept going. "It was never going to matter to me what you looked like underneath the Beskar. Because who you are as a person is the only important thing. But I have to admit that I thought you were gorgeous when you walked past my cell. And then I immediately felt guilty because I thought you were a Trooper." Your head dipped in shame for a moment. "You are beautiful, Din Djarin. Inside and out."

He still said nothing, hands just lifting to the bottom of his helmet.

When you heard the hiss of the seal, your hands slapped across your eyes. "Ah! What are you doing?"

"Taking off my helmet. What are you doing?" He sounded amused.

"Covering my eyes so I don't see obviously." You scoffed and scrunched your eyes beneath your palms.

"Cyar'ika, you've already seen my face."

"So? I might have remembered details wrong."

"Thought you said I was beautiful?"

You huffed, not liking how he was turning that against you. "I did but revealing your identity is a big no-no, Din! That's what the Way says, right?"

"Right." He was holding back laughter.

"Exactly! Doesn't matter if I've seen you before. Might not remember you completely correctly." You remembered him completely correctly. "So we cannot risk you revealing yourself a whole other time."

The way you were so respectful of his creed, no matter how ridiculous you were being at that moment with your hands pressed tightly over your eyes, had Din tingling inside.

"I don't think it's a risk if you've seen me before and you're a part of my clan, hm?"

You grumbled something underneath your breath. "I can't argue with you on Mandalorian culture because you're the expert. But I feel as if you're finding loopholes here."

"Perhaps. Just look."

The sound of his helmet hissing and the dull clang of it hitting the floor had you hesitating before slowly peeling your hands away from your face.

He was exactly how you remembered.

Every line, every scar, every eyelash, every inch of skin, the deep brown of his eyes, the angle of his nose, the unruly tufts of curls atop his head and the uneven patches of facial hair peppered across his jaw and down his neck. This was your Din Djarin. Stood in front of you, everything exposed and exactly how you remembered him. Exactly how you wanted him. Perfect. The whole of him was perfect.

With a stifled sigh of relief, you reached out your hands to cup his face, hesitating for a moment when you realised he might hate that. "Can I?"

He nodded, his eyes looking sad yet hopeful - an improvement from the last time you saw them.

Your palms settled on his cheeks, thumbs swiping over his cheeks and across his bristly stubble. A smile broke across your face when his eyelids closed and he leaned in your touch.

"Oh, Din..." Tears sprang to your eyes yet you couldn't exactly explain why, the flood of emotions was overwhelming.

"Cyar'ika..." He breathed against the skin of your wrist, turning slightly in your grasp to plant his lips against your palm.

You took a step closer to him, encouraging him to duck down and rest his forehead against yours. A Mandalorian kiss, stripped of the barrier between the two of you. He let out a shaky sigh as you made contact, his hair tickling your brow.

"When was the last time someone touched you? Skin on skin?" You needed to know, he was acting like he'd never felt the warmth of physical contact before.

He hummed lowly in his chest as he thought about it, eyes shut tight in contemplation. "My parents, I think."

Your heart ached for him. It had been decades. You wanted more, to give him more, but worried that it might be too much too fast. But you yearned to touch him, to show him how good it could be.

Broken out of your thoughts by a rustling noise between the two of you, you glanced down without breaking away from him to see that he was removing his leather gloves and throwing them to the floor beside you.

You stared at his hands, scars littering both the palms and the backs. You'd never wanted someone to touch you with their hands more.

Din appeared to have the same thought as he hovered them over your sides, fists clenching open and closed. "Can I?"

"Can you what, hm?" You wanted- no needed him to say it, to be as clear as possible between you.

"Touch you. Can I touch you please?" His eyes were still closed but you could see he was restless behind his lids, almost worried even.

"Of course you can."

You expected him to just place his hands on your hips or waist, which he did technically. What you didn't expect was for him to slide his hands underneath the hem of your shirt and place them directly onto your skin, squeezing slightly when he made contact.

You hummed contently in acknowledgement to tell him that it was okay and stepped closer to him, your chest pressing up against the Beskar now.

“Can I kiss you?” The question was sudden, hushed, almost unsure.

You didn’t hesitate in tilting your head upwards and reassuring him of how much you wanted exactly that. “I’m so glad you asked.”

Then his lips were on yours, a relieved sigh exiting him and a content one leaving you.

You moved together in time, like you knew how the other worked and what they wanted. And maybe you did. Maybe you knew each so well, or knew that the other wanted the same thing you did. Din’s thumbs stroked gently at the skin of your waist and yours swiped over his cheeks, brushing away a stray tear that had fallen from his eyes. His sad, brown eyes. You hoped they’d be less sad in the future.

He broke away for a moment to mumble against your lips. "I was so scared I'd lost you."

You shook your head and kissed him again. "I thought I'd never see you again."

“I wouldn’t have left you there.” He promised, hands gripping you impossibly tighter. “There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t have done to get you back.”

You just nodded at him, believing every word he was saying, and pulled him closer to kiss you again. The way his lips melded against yours and the way your tongues curled together had you convinced that this was meant to be. It was so utterly perfect that it felt as if the stars had written it centuries ago, always destined to happen.

“Cyar’ika…” He hummed to you when you both broke away again for some air.

As much as you wanted this moment to last forever, a thought suddenly re-entered your mind. “Grogu!”

“It’s okay. We know where he is and we’re on our way to get him back.” He smiled at your concern for the child, understanding it completely. He felt the same after all.

You nodded gently, relieved that the child would be back and safe soon enough. Then things really would be back to how they should be again. The three of you - you, your Mandalorian and your green child. Perfect.

A/N: this has been under works for agessss… hope you enjoyed!

[sacredjake]

To Be Loved By You

pairing: sam kiszka x reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: angst, pining, fluff, drinking. let me know if i missed anything

i’ve gone back and forth on this fic and almost wasn’t going to post it, but here we are. this fic is very, very loosely based off the song To Be Loved By You by Parker McCollum. every time i heard it i just had this vision in my head for some reason and needed it out :) huge thank you to @malany-gvf and @gretasimp for proofreading and editing <3

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“So? What do you think?”

The words bounced around in your head, creating a hollow echo against your brain. You should be ecstatic, over the moon, jumping with joy. Part of you was, but another part of you just felt sad. And you hated yourself for it.

“Oh my god… Is it that bad?!” Seth’s panicked words brought you back from the corner in your mind where you had been hiding away.

“Oh no! No! Seth, it’s perfect. Em is going to absolutely freak and say yes. Honestly, you planned the perfect proposal and I am so excited for you both!” You quickly shoved your sadness deep down to reassure him that his engagement proposal to your best friend is perfect.

And it was. Seth had everything planned out exactly as you would expect, so when your best friend, Emily, said “yes” you were not surprised in the slightest. You were extremely happy for them both, but it also loomed over you as a reminder of how awful your own love life was.

You had never been in a serious relationship and every date you went on was an utter disaster. The guy was either a creep, or wasn’t interested in actually dating. After so many years of your closest friends falling in love and getting married, you were starting to turn bitter and sad about the subject of love entirely.

“Ugh, Sam, you should’ve seen it. It was absolutely perfect, and of course she said yes because I mean, how could she not?!” You exasperate over the phone to your best friend as you walk inside your apartment and drop your keys on the kitchen counter.

“And the way he looked at her? My god he looked at her like she was the only woman to ever walk the earth. And when she said yes? I just can’t even take it anymore. I am beyond happy for her, I am, but when is it gonna be my turn? When am I going to fall in love? When am I going to have a guy look at me like I am the only woman to ever exist?”

Sam gave you a hefty sigh from the other end of the phone as you continued to ramble and pity yourself, voice beginning to crack from the heavy emotions you felt.

You made your way through your apartment towards your bathroom to get ready for bed, petting your cat who lay on the armrest of the couch along the way.

“C’mon y/n, stop talking like that. There are tons of guys out there who would fall at your feet if you so much as glanced their way. Maybe your time is coming soon.” Sam effectively cut off your rambling, but his words of optimism didn’t help. If anything they drove you closer to tears.

As you entered the bathroom, you could feel your throat closing and water starting to prickle in your eyes, your chest tightening with hurt and sorrow. You shut the door with your back pressed against the wood and slide down the length of it until you were sitting on the cool tile.

“Don’t say that to me, Sam. Please. I’ll only get my hopes up for nothing to happen. Constantly reminded that I’m unloved.” You choked back a sob trying not to cry to your best friend on the phone. You have done enough of that these days.

Sam has heard and seen it all. He was the person you were able to go to with these things because unlike all of your other friends, he was single. He knew what it felt like to be lonely and want someone to share things with. But my god was he so optimistic and hopeful with you, always ensuring that there was someone out there for you.

“You are not unlovable, Angel. Far from it. You just need to… I don’t know… gain a new perspective on things?” His nickname for you caused another round of sobs to wrack through your body. It wasn’t often that he called you Angel anymore, but when he did it was always in situations like this. When you needed it most.

He sounded sad and longing, but you were too wrapped up in your own pity to even notice. It stayed silent for a few moments while you tried to pull it together, Sam giving you time to gather yourself.

“I think I’m going to go to bed. Could you do me a favor?”

“Anything for you, Angel.”

“Could you be my plus one for this wedding? I know I will be in the bridal party, but I don’t think I can stomach it without you.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes once again as you spoke.

“I would love to be your plus one. I’ll be there.” His voice was soft and gentle, calming your emotions once again. You took a deep breath and stood from your place on the ground.

“Thank you, Sam. I appreciate you so much.” You gave a slight smile even though he couldn’t see you.

“Anytime, Angel. I’m always here. Get some rest, okay? Goodnight.” You could picture the look on his face perfectly in your mind. Eyes and smile soft and warm on his face as he bid you goodnight.

“Goodnight, Sam.” Ending the call and you continued your regular nightly routine, but still feeling weighed down by your own heart, the sadness lingering. You knew eventually it would subside, but tonight was another night in which you would fall asleep alone, wishing for the comfort of another.

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As the months passed on, Emily had asked you to be a bridesmaid, as you had suspected she would. You were thrilled to be a part of her big day in this way, but being a bridesmaid also meant you were constantly talking about wedding things and love. Which songs they will play, what song they wanted their first dance as a married couple to be, what kind of cake and flowers and decorations they would have. It was exhausting.

By the time the wedding rolled around you were grateful the whole ordeal was going to be over. Part of it was the stress of having bridesmaid responsibilities, but the other was because it was a constant reminder that you were alone. All of the other bridesmaids were either taken or married which didn’t help the resentment towards love that you were beginning to feel after months of helping plan this wedding. Not that you would ever let it show around them or Em, but you couldn’t wait to be out from under its crushing weight.

You vented to Sam about the wedding and how you felt, frequently. You would have felt bad constantly burdening him with your emotions had you been able to see past them. He never faltered and always seemed willing to listen and give advice. You were thankful that you had him, and even more thankful that he still agreed to come with you to the wedding.

“Alright people! It’s showtime!” Em’s sister, Audrey gathered the attention of the bridal party, signaling that the wedding was about to begin. You walked over to Em one last time before finding your place among the other bridesmaids.

“Congratulations, Em. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I am so happy for you.” You lightly grasped her shoulders as you spoke. Tears began to well in both of your eyes and deciding neither of you could afford to ruin your makeup now you added with a pointed finger, “And if Seth ever hurts you, I will kick his ass.” Causing you both to laugh lightly.

“I know you will, y/n. I know you will.” She shook her head giggling slightly. You let go of her shoulder to give her a tight hug, basking in each other for a moment. You pulled away from Em giving her a soft smile before joining the other bridesmaids to begin the wedding procession.

As you joined the groomsman you had been paired with and marched down the aisle, you searched for Sam. His eyes found yours in the crowd of people sitting in the pews and he shot you a smile and wink, earning a smile from you in return.

The way Seth watched Em walk down the aisle pulled on your heart, drawing it near your stomach. His eyes were solely focused on her, tears threatening to break through as she approached closer with every step. You longed for someone to look at you that way, to love you that deeply and strongly.

The ceremony was beautiful and filled with tears from all throughout the church. You cheered loudly as the newlyweds walked out to their awaiting car to be swept off towards the reception venue. Eventually you were able to find Sam among the sea of people leaving their places in the pews.

“Thank you for coming, Sam.” You greeted him with a hug and bright smile, though he could see the sadness that held your eyes. He immediately wrapped his arms around your frame, hugging you close with his chin resting lightly on the top of your head. He was intoxicating. His warmth, his smell, his touch, everything about him soothed you and drew you in.

“Anything for you, always.” He squeezes you tightly before letting go. Gesturing you to walk outside, you followed his direction out of the church and into the warm spring air.

“Nice suit, I didn’t know you could clean up this well.” You nodded to his outfit of choice. He was wearing a deep red blazer and dress pants set that complimented his skin well. You ran your hand down the sleeve of his blazer feeling the crushed red velvet beneath your fingers.

“Not so bad yourself. I think fuschia suits you.” He nodded his head back towards you and gave you a wink. You wrinkled your nose and pretended to gag at his words.

“Please, you know I hate the color pink.”

“You never listen, huh? This isn’t just pink, it’s fuschia.” Sam huffed jokingly. Shaking your head you lightly shoved his shoulder with your hand, barely pushing him away from you.

“It’s still a shade of pink, dummy.” You looked around and noticed that most of the guests had cleared out of the vicinity, more than likely heading to the reception hall. “We should probably get going though. Mind if I ride with you to the reception? I rode with Audrey here.”

“Not at all. This way, milady.” Sam held his arm out for you to loop yours through, guiding you to his car. Your time with Sam didn’t last long, as you had to perform your last bridesmaid duty. Pictures.

You didn’t mind this aspect of being a bridesmaid, it was just extremely tedious, and you were not a fan of having your picture taken. You were relieved when the photographer announced that they would be taking pictures of the newlyweds and you were free to join the guests in the reception hall.

As you walked into the open ballroom you began scanning the area for Sam, finding him sitting at a table with his back to you, in what looked to be a deep conversation with a girl. She was laughing at something he said with her hand on his upper arm, leaning in closer to him. You instantly felt anger bubbling inside of you, rising up to your face. You couldn’t explain why you felt this way, but you were definitely feeling an odd tinge of jealousy. Deciding to bypass Sam and the girl, you walked straight to the bar to order a drink. Thank god Em and Seth insisted on having an open bar, you were going to need the liquor.

As you waited in line, you felt a hand gently land on the backside of your tricep. Turning your head slightly you were met with Sam’s face looking down at you, a soft smile gracing his lips. You offered the best smile you could muster, shoving the ugly green monster back into his little box and turned back to face the bar.

Sam still felt the shift in your mood as you turned away from him without a word. He dropped his hand from your arm, and opted to not bring it up in fear that it would only upset you further.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender looked up from the current order they were working on as you approached the bar.

“Can I have a jack and coke, please?” Sam glanced at you, eyebrows raised in surprise at the drink you ordered. You didn’t drink jack and coke unless you were planning on getting drunk, fast, and he knew it.

“And for you?” The bartender looked towards Sam waiting to fill his order.

“Tequila soda, please.” The bartender got to work on your drinks as you and Sam stood in silence. In a few moments you both had your drinks and were heading back towards the table you saw Sam sitting at with the girl earlier. Although, this time she was nowhere to be found.

“Drinking heavy tonight?” Sam nodded his head towards the drink in your hand as you sat down, taking a sip of your jack and coke.

“I figured I’d need something stronger than my usual to get me through tonight.” You shrugged, taking another sip. You weren’t sure it was even possible, but his eyes softened more at your reply. He rested his hand on your knee and gave it a light squeeze. Even through the fabric of your dress, your skin felt warm under his touch.

His hand didn’t linger for long as he picked up his glass and tilted it towards yours. “Then drink we shall.” He gently knocked his glass against yours before lifting it to his lips.

The night went on, and Sam helped lift your mood as toasts were made, food was served and drinks were downed. You were definitely feeling slightly drunk from the rounds of drinks you frequently got, and that helped to soothe the sting of heartache. However, your mood quickly turned sour once again as the cake was being cut and the couple shared their first dance as husband and wife.

“Why can’t I have that? Look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes… I want someone to love me like that.” You sighed, chin resting on your arm that was draped over the back of your chair. “No one has ever looked at me that way. No one has ever wanted me that way.” You cast your eyes down to the empty drink in your hand and sighed again.

“I’m going to get another drink.”

You stood, earning a huff from Sam as you set the glass on the table. His large hand wrapped around your wrist as you began to leave, stopping you in your tracks. You turned back to face him, shooting him a questioning look, eyebrows raised.

“I think you’ve had enough, y/n.” Sam’s voice was stern as his downturned eyes bore into your own. You scoffed at him. Anger seeped into your body, boiling in your veins. Who was he to cut you off?

“Excuse me?” You bit back at him, tone venomous as you tried to pull your wrist from his grasp to no avail. He wasn’t budging, his hand like a vice around your wrist.

Still holding onto you he rose out of his seat coming face to face with you. “God, how blind are you?!” His voice was hushed so as to not draw attention, but his tone was cutting, teeth clenched. You stared at him, eyes wide, confused and not daring to speak. You had never seen Sam so angry before, and especially not so quickly.

“You don’t see it, do you? Of course you don’t, you’re so self-absorbed in your own sorrow to even notice.” His hand finally let go of your wrist at his last word slicing through the air. You stood there shocked and shaking from anger.

“What the hell are you-“

“Forget it, y/n.” Sam shook his head before he stormed off towards the exit of the reception hall. You stood there for just a moment as he walked by before you turned on your heel and stormed after him. Thankfully no one noticed the interaction between the two of you as they were all watching the happy couple dance.

Sam exited the hall through a small door that led out into the foyer of the building with you hot on his heels. The room was dark, only being lit from the moon and lightning flashes as a thunderstorm rolled in. “Go away, y/n. Leave me alone.” He spat as he continued to walk towards the exit of the building, crossing the room quickly due to the stride of his long legs.

“No! What the hell are you talking about?! Why are you so angry?” You practically yelled and he stopped in his tracks, one hand resting on each of the giant double doors that lead outside. He shook his head and gave a cold, mirthless laugh as a flash of lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the mostly empty room for a short, fleeting moment.

“That’s exactly it! Don’t you get it? You don’t even realize!” He pushed away from the door, turning back to walk towards you.

“Realize what, Sam?!”

“What the hell does a man have to do to be loved by you?!” He stopped in front of you, his face less than a foot from your own, breaths coming out heavy and uneven. His tone was angry and frantic, but his face was sad and pleading. Desperate, wanting. Begging.

“Tell me! Enlighten me, please! What do I have to do for you to love me back?!” You felt your entire body turn cold and rigid as Sam confessed his love to you, a small gasp hung in the back of your throat.

“You always come to me crying. Angry. Longing… And it kills me everytime! I hate seeing you cry. I hate knowing that when we hang up you cry yourself to sleep because I know you hate sleeping alone. I am in agony over you, constantly. So what do I have to do?” His voice was as pleading as his eyes this time. All of him begging for you to see him. To love him. To love him the way he loved you. You began to feel your throat and chest tighten as tears pricked your eyes.

“What more do I need to do to show you that you are loved? That I love you?! That I have always loved you? You want someone to look at you like that? I do. I have always been right. here.” He punctuated the last two words with anger and sorrow causing you to blink as they flew from his mouth.

“Sam, I- I never-“ You began to speak, but Sam cut you off.

“You never what? Noticed?” He spat, causing you to recoil slightly and take a step back as you nodded your head.

“You never noticed because you’re too busy watching happy couples and feeling sorry for yourself! Maybe if you looked at me, you would’ve noticed I’ve been looking at you. Waiting for you.” You stood still letting what he said sink in. He was right. You had been so self-absorbed that you didn’t realize Sam had been there all along.

Every bad date, every phone call, all the times you cried to him and he would suggest there was someone out there who loved you, that your time for love was maybe around the corner. While you had been waiting for love, he had been waiting for you. Waiting for you to notice him. To love him.

Tears uncontrollably rolled down your cheeks as you stood there in silence, staring at one another while lightning illuminated the room more frequently, the storm approaching faster. Sam instantly softened at the sight of tears littering your face, beginning to smear your makeup.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Please don’t cry, Angel.” He sighed, raising his hands up to your cheeks to pat away the tears as they continued to fall, not wanting to ruin your makeup any further.

“No, Sam, you’re right. I’ve only been thinking of myself. All I ever do is talk about my feelings and what’s wrong with me and my love life. Not only have I been a terrible friend, but I’ve also been missing what's right in front of me.” You brought your hand to lay over his, leaning your face into his touch and closing your eyes. “I’m so sorry, Sam. I truly don’t deserve you in any way.”

“Hey, don’t do that. Look at me, Angel.” He lifted his hand from your face to skirt his fingers down your cheek to the underside of your jaw and finally stopped under your chin, angling your face up to his. His other hand dropped to your hip, resting lightly. Your eyes fluttered open instantly being met with his milk chocolate irises, a smile growing on his face.

“Hi.” He breathed out as his hand under your chin fell to rest on your other hip, holding you close to him.

“Hey.” It came out as a broken whisper, barely audible, even to your own ears.

“I’m going to kiss you now. Okay?” His breath fanned across your face while he spoke, and you nodded your head giving him permission. His right hand snaked up from your waist to cradle the back of your neck as he leaned in closer, sending chills across your body. His lips were soft and gentle against your own, and you found yourself melting into him. The kiss only lasted a few moments before he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and sighing, eyes still shut. You felt as though you were frozen in time, stuck like this for an eternity, overtaken by his presence. His intoxicating, woodsy smell mixed with a hint of cologne, the way his hands felt on you, how beautiful he was with his eyes closed, and content.

“Sam?”

His eyes met yours at the mention of his name being whispered into the air.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, eyes flicking between yours trying to gauge your reaction. Your hand found purchase on his cheek, cupping the left side of his face.

“Kiss me again?”

“Anything for you, Angel.” A smile stretched across his face before he leaned in once again to kiss you. His lips met yours, gliding against your own with a feeling of something deeper behind this kiss than the first. It was more passionate, hungry even. His tongue swept across your bottom lip eliciting a sigh from you which Sam swallowed down as he took the opportunity to let his tongue roam the inside of your mouth, trailing along the roof. Your brain finally catching up, your tongue met his. Sam’s fingers dug into your waist at the feeling of your tongues dancing against one another, and pulled you impossibly closer.

He pulled away again, this time bringing his lips to your ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you. What do you say we get out of here?” His breathing was labored and heavy against your skin sending tingles throughout your body.

“I’d like that very much.” You beamed, Sam taking your hand in his and leading you out into the stormy night where rain was pouring from the heavens, effectively soaking you both from head to toe. Without a care for the rain falling from the sky, Sam stopped abruptly using his grasp on your hand to pull you into him, kissing you for a third time that night, his lips spreading into a smile mid-kiss.

“Sam, what’re you doing? We’re going to get soaked out here.” You smiled into the kiss as well, a giggle bubbling past your lips.

“Just wanted to kiss you in the rain is all.” He pushed the strands of damp hair out of your face with both of his large hands, peppering it with kisses as he did so causing you to erupt into a fit of laughter.

“Think we could do this in your car? I kinda have to return this dress.” You laughed as you felt a shiver begin at the top of your skull and travel down your spine, making your whole body shake. Sam shrugged his blazer off and draped it around your shoulders, smiling at you sweetly, although it didn’t do much as it was already wet and cold from the weather. He placed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before intertwining his fingers with your own and dragging you off towards his car.

“Anything for you, Angel.”

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The Dumpster Behind The Club - Eren x Reader Oneshot

You and Eren are out to a club with friends and you got drunk and accidentally flashed someone with your boobs. Eren is now upset and is aggressively fucking you outside the club.

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“Take it, you dumb fucking whore,” Eren drawled out as he aggressively fucked the inside of your mouth.

Tears were streaming down your face. Your makeup was ruined. Your hair was a mess and your drenched cunt was dripping wet on the asphalt outside. Saliva dribbled from the side of your mouth as you struggled to catch your breath from Eren mercilessly using your mouth as his personal fleshlight. And it was making you so horny.

Though I suppose that this is what you wanted from the beginning. Eren and you had been a couple for a few months now and had decided to spend this Saturday night at a club downtown with your friends. I jumped at the invitation, greatly needing this outing as your new job has been keeping you fairly busy these last few weeks. It was also cutting into the quality time you spent with Eren.

Eren’s love language is physical touch, so naturally, he wasn’t very enthused about my  I guess I should rewind to how I got into this predicament in the first place.

jampacked work days. Recently, we haven’t been able to get much alone time together- and I can tell it's been frustrating him. Being able to have sex twice a day used to be the norm for us, now, we’re lucky if we have enough time/energy to do it three times a week. For someone who was as horny as Eren, that was a big shift to deal with. And he already had a brash, and aggressive personality, but this just made it worse.

“You’ve been denying me these for days, but had no problem flashing them to a group of random men?” Eren growled as he continued to fuck your skull, but this time he had one hand tightly squeezing your breast as he fondled your taut nipple between his rough fingers.

You tried to respond but could only gag on his dick, as snot began to bubble from your nose. Eren stuffed his cock so far down your throat that you couldn’t even breathe.

You didn’t have a high liquor tolerance, and you’re a horn dog when you drink, so it only took a few drinks for you to feel as frisky as a cat in heat. The red mini dress you wore was only secured by a thin piece of fabric that wrapped around your neck to tie in a halter. It felt like it was a little loose so you went to the bathroom to fix it, with Eren tagging along with you.

There was a group of guys standing near the bathroom and unfortunately, you would have to walk past them. They all ogled me as I walked by, and one of them was about to open their mouth to say something, but I saw him look above me before closing his mouth and giving a brief nod.

I spun my head around to see Eren giving a death stare to the entire group, looking like he was ready to take someone’s head off if they dared to say or do anything to me. 

Eren was an intimidating man. Sure he was beautiful, but his aura was powerful and with his domineering personality, it wasn’t hard for him to command rooms and receive respect everywhere we go together.

But I was so caught up in the thoughts that I didn’t feel when the straps of my dress suddenly fell and my tits bounced as they were free from their thin restraint. I quickly went to cover my breasts but it was too late. The guys had already seen it, based on the lewd looks on their faces. They got more than enough for their imaginations. I felt so embarrassed.

“Oh my gosh, I-” I started to say, but a hand suddenly shot out and grabbed my upper arm dragging me away with an unprecedented level of force. 

I looked up to see Eren with his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched as he sunk his fingers deep into my arm and dragged me further out of the club. I caught a glint of his green eyes and he looked mad as hell. 

“Eren stop, you’re hurting me,” I said trying to wiggle out of his grip but it was no use. 

“Shut the fuck up!” He barked over the loud music as he shuffled me across the dance floor, towards the back where I saw a large black door with an emergency exit sign lit up above it. 

He opened the door which led to outside, behind the club where it was pretty dark and secluded. Two large dumpsters were back here and despite the graffiti art, they were pretty well kept and looked relatively clean.

“What the hell is your problem?” I asked trying to pull my arm from his grasp. “Are you angry because my dress fell? God Eren, it was an accident! You don’t really think that I purposely-”

“Yes I do,” He firmly stated as green eyes darkened. He began slowly stalking towards me, effectively trapping me between the wall and him. He stared down at me as if I was his last meal. And I saw that fire in his eyes…I know that look all too well.

He suddenly leaned down to place his lips right next to my ear.

“I do think that you would purposely pull your dress down in front of a group of men just to rile me up because I know you’re that much of a whore.” He said huskily in my ear.

My pussy immediately began clenching as I heard him say that. A shiver ran from my nape all the way down my spine to my pussy and I swear it felt like I was zapped with electricity. I suddenly felt bashful, and I knew that my face was as red as a tomato so I didn’t even dare to look him in the eyes. But Eren wasn’t going to allow me that respite. 

“Get on your knees.” He said as he leaned away from me to unbutton his jeans.

“Ere-”

“Get on your fucking knees, now!” He said menacingly as he gripped a firm hand around my neck. 

The sound of his voice was enough to make anyone unable to resist his commands. Besides, you knew better than anyone that Eren doesn’t take disobedience lightly. His domineering gaze never faltered as he watched you slowly kneel on the concrete ground. The feeling of tiny rocks piercing your skin was painful but not as painful as the ache between your legs was. If Eren didn’t give you some sort of relief soon, you felt that you were about to explode.

He slowly reached his hand up to gently cup your chin in his hand and rubbed his thumb over your plump lips. How can one person be so damn attractive?

“Keep it open,” Eren directed as he squeezed my cheeks together until I felt my mouth was forced open.

He moved his hand from my face to pull down his briefs and let his cock spring up. I let out a heavy sigh through my parted lips as I greedily stared at his cock. My core became wetter every second as I felt the alcohol soar through my bloodstream - adding even more pleasure to my already euphoric state. 

Eren was a big man, so naturally, his dick would have to correlate to his size. And boy did it not disappoint!

I can’t tell you exactly what its size is. But I do know it has to be at least 7 inches. And with very impressive girth as well! His dick has a little upward curve to it that never failed to hit that sweet spot inside of me. Eren was the only man to ever make me cum through just vaginal stimulation. And he was cocky as hell about it too. Always bringing up how no one else will ever be able to fuck me as good as he can. To be honest, he’s probably right. 

He gripped the back of my hair to pull me closer to him. He grabbed the base of his cock and slid in past my parted lips, immediately hitting the back of my throat and making me gag and want to pull back, but Eren was having none of that as he forced my head to stay still as I took his entire length in my mouth.

He held it there for about ten seconds before he finally pulled out and I gasped for air; coughing as my breath finally became free. Eren sexily groaned as he pulled out. His eyes closed before he opened them to stare into mine again. That freedom didn’t last long as Eren grabbed my head again, with both hands this time, and began aggressively fucking my skull with an insane level of speed.

“Take it, you dumb fucking whore!” He menacingly growled as he looked down at me. Well, that was a short recap of how I got myself here in the first place.

His fondling of my breasts was enough to make me loudly moan around his cock, the vibrations of his giving him visible chills. I took a quick peak up at him and I wish I could frame the wicked smile was was plastered across his face. He was enjoying himself so much.

“You love this don’t you?” He asked condescendingly. “Nowhere you’d rather be than to be guzzling down my cock on the side of a dumpster, right baby? Look at you, your pussy juices are dripping on the ground by desperately you want me.”

I gave a muffled affirmation as I held onto his thighs tightly to steady myself as he continued his brutal assault on my throat. The filthy words he was saying to me also egged me on even more. I loved when he got aggressive like this.

Eren and I have been together long enough for him to know me like the back of his hand. He knew that I loved being treated like a princess, just as much as I loved being degraded by him like a cheap whore.

His pace picked up as my eyes became glassy and his breathing became erratic. The sounds that were coming from my lips were absolutely sinful. The gushing and that garbling of my spit, mixed with his precum was spread all over my face and the top of my dress. I knew wouldn’t be able to last much longer like this. I was starting to get lightheaded due to the lack of oxygen. 

Sensing this, Eren quickly pulled my head off his dick and spun me around so that I was pressed against the brick wall. I felt his dick piercing into my back as he used his large hands to continue massaging my breasts as he moaned pure filth into my ears.

“You’re such a nasty fucking girl,” He said nibbling on my ear. “I knew sucking me off in the back of a dumpster would make you so fucking wet.”

“Eren,” I moaned, throwing my head back as he reached down to give my ass a hard squeeze before reaching his fingers to my core and spreading my pussy lips before rubbing a finger up and down my clit.

I felt my knees buckle from the slight touch, and I heard Eren chuckle as he brought his finger up to see the amount of wetness on it. He barely touched me and my slickness dripped from his finger onto the floor. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this horny in my life.

“Look at how much you’re feigning for me baby,” He said rubbing his thumb over his index finger with my cum in it. “I barely even touched you yet.”

“Eren please,” You begged as he began rubbing your folds again.

“Please what?” He replied darkly.

“Fuck me.”

That was all he needed to hear, and he wasted no time scrunching up my dress to my waist and ripping my panties off of me. I was in such a turned-on state that I didn’t even care. I felt him shuffle himself a bit more behind me for a few seconds before I felt the tip of his cock prodding at my entrance and I let out a cry of pleasure as I turned to look at him over my shoulder.

“Oh fuck,” He hissed as he slowly pushed into my slick. Feeling every ridge and pulsation that my pussy had to offer. “You’re so fucking tight baby, you’re swallowing me up.”

I couldn’t even say anything coherent in response to him. My brain had been turned into mush as I languished in the feeling of Eren being inside me. His dick stretched me so painfully, yet so deliciously good. I felt him slowly pull out, leaving just his head in before he rammed back into me, jolting me forward and pressing my face against the wall.

“Oh God, Eren!” I cried out as he began pumping into me like a jackrabbit. The lewd slapping sounds from his hips meeting my ass with every thrust was transporting me to cloud nine.

He suddenly took one hand and used it to keep my face smashed against the wall. The other had a harsh grip on my waist as he dominated my pussy; occasionally he’d let go of my waist to issue a hard slap on my ass cheeks that left marks.

“If you could only see how your pussy is gripping my dick right now, you’d cum in a second,” Eren grunted in your ear, never once letting this thrust’s speed falter. “I should’ve fucked you like this in front of those guys back there. Let them see how much you love to take my dick, and let them see how wet you get for me.”

“Only for you Eren,” I mewled out as I felt myself creep closer to my release.

“That’s right baby, only for me,” Eren grunted as his thrusts started to become slower but much more forceful. He stopped pressing my head into the wall and moved his fingers down to my clit to play with it. 

I tried to move my hand to his hips to make him go a little slowler, but he roughly pushed my hand away before quickly grabbing my arm and pinning it behind my back. 

“There’s no mercy tonight baby girl,” Eren growled out menacingly as his thrusts got even more violent. “You’re going to take everything I have to give.”

You let out a euphoric scream as you felt your orgasm about to reach its peak. Eren was fucking you like he hated you. Every thrust had your whole body jerking forward, yet you ran back to his dick every time because you knew he was the only one who could fuck you the way you loved. That combined with what his fingers were doing to you…you knew you weren’t going to last for much longer.

“Eren, I-I’m gonna cum!” You cried out as your pussy began to tighten.

“Fuck, I feel it, baby, “ Eren said through gritted teeth as his thrusts began to become sporadic. “Keep squeezing my dick like that, oh fuck.”

Both of you were now panting excessively. Eren’s face was flushed red as his eyes were locked on watching his dick move in and out of your tight hole. A frothy white substance began to form due to you guys’ lewd activities, but all of this just turned Eren on even more.

He knew you were about to cum any second now so he began massaging your clit even more before you felt the thread finally snap and you came undone on his cock. Your pussy relaxing and contracting around his dick as you loudly rode out your orgasm. Based on the sounds Eren was making, he was right behind you.

“FUCKKK!” He roared and his hip stuttered in you before he released everything he had in you.

You felt his cock shooting him warm seed in your womb - filling you to the brim with it. Eren was panting heavily as you felt his cock start to go limp inside you. He had his arms wrapped around your waist, and head buried in the crock of your neck as he peppered kisses up and down there. He slowly pulled his dick from you and you shivered at the loss of contact. 

Immediately, his and your cum began to leak out of you and Eren quickly dipped two fingers into your pussy before bringing it up to your lips and making you suck in them. You moaned as you tasted the concoction that both of your juices made.

“Delicious, isn’t it” Eren cockily asked while watching your tongue swirl around his fingers. 

“Hmmm, the best, as usual,” You said in a sultry tone before giving him a wink.

He grabbed the back of your nape and pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue immediately flew into your mouth as he tasted the flavor of his cum mixed with yours. You moaned into his mouth as you felt him reach his hand down to grab your ass and give it a hard squeeze. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” He breathed in your mouth. “You’re making me want to bend you over again.”

Despite just having an orgasm, your pussy immediately began to pur at those words. Eren knew how to rile you up.

“You’re making me want to let you,” I flirtatiously replied as I grabbed his now-hardening dick in my hand.

“Let me?” He asked incredulously as he chucked before leaning down to stare at me with those intimidating emerald eyes of his. “Your body belongs to me baby girl, and I’ll fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want.”

Shit.

That was all it took to have my pussy aching for him again as I reached a hand up to wrap around his neck and pull him down for another kiss. Eren was right, deep down I knew I was such a slut for him, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[ohanny]

dangerous romance: main couple mania ep. 1

so i love how sailom's instroduction is this is a budgeting king, in debt eating stolen rice porridge. he has a very pre-kinn broke ass porsche-chay dynamic with his brother (?) which is very sweet and also means it won't last five minutes.

oh okay so we get this ship sailing with a wall slam and a classic "do you understand my father funds your scholarship you poor piece of trash" and alksdflkfj

i know i am supposed to see sailom as the victim but he is like full on pete-ing this. he never breaks eye contact. he is like daring kanghan to escalate with his entire body and kanghan did not just go full "since you're my class mate i will be generous and forgive you if you get down on your knees" like that is a) spicy as fuck what the hell and b) going to backfire so hard

HE DID NOT JUST BOW 90 DEGREES JUST TO SPIT ON KANGHAN'S SHOES AND WALK AWAY WITH A SMIRK

he is puzzled by both sailom's actions and by what is happening inside his uniform shorts

honestly, kanghan is the villain here but i struggle to take him seriously as the bad guy because perth a) always looks like he is about five seconds away from bursting into tears and b) has bangs that form a literal heart. no matter how nasty kanghan tries to be - and he tries a lot - the inherent bitch baby-ness just shines through.

literal heart bangs what did i say

this entire car shop sequence is just pure gold for so many reasons. 1. kanghan shows up in his business leather pants looking like he walked off the set of enhypen's blessed-cursed music video and he's driving a mercedes. like honestly, with all that talk i was expecting a lamborghini. 2. sailom's boss actually like... needing some evidence instead of just bending over backwards to please a rich client 3. sailom fucking uno reversing that credit card sneak and humiliating kanghan with the smuggest lil good boy smile and THAT is why chimon is the ultimate snake-cat like he has a face made for scheming.

i am really loving sailom because he keeps his head, is really resourceful and will not take any shit. boy does not hesitate to drag this bastard for filth every chance he gets, beating kanghan in his own game without ever stepping down from the high road.

ooh, we are meeting kanghan's family and they are... both not as trash but also as trash as i expected? like i kinda thought more mafia vibes but if laws of attraction - and real life - has taught me anything it is that politicians are garbage.

on the surface his dad seems almost a jolly good fellow but the conversation with this random girl just confirmed there is something so much darker lurking under the surface. as much as it hurts to have a hyper critical parent, having one who has seemingly completely given up on you can be just as bad.

he's basically been called stupid twice in under five minutes. someone save him.

sailom will not be fooled by a shady ass phone call and neither will he leave a friend behind. this boy will not be distracted by tits with a side of toast. he is a man on a mission.

the way i gasped when i saw this court set up and i have so many questions. do the students just have a cardboard gotham in the basement or - based by the fact we see loose boxes and a shopping cart - did kanghan build this just to prove how big his dick is to sailom ???

chimon's acting is honestly a+ and he is carrying this show. the tension! the absolute rage that is bleeding through! the way he doesn't have to go big with gestures and expressions to convey everything sailom is feeling perfectly - and not just that. you know what sailom is feeling AND you can see his brain working.

kanghan, sweetie, you might want to take a moment and reflect on your obsession with getting this boy out of his clothes and making him kneel.

not gonna lie, i kinda saw this move coming because tropes but god was it satisfying :D the reactions of kanghan and sailom's friends are hilarious (10/10 i am evil tea, he totally ships it) and then the camera pans and you can see all these bystanders just standing stock still, filming giving major horror movie vibes and aaaaaaah

side notes:

i love how his best friend is just "auto." like his parents were "we are poor, naming the kid a vehicle will be fine. no need to bring brands into it."

auto's mom is an actual queen

the teachers are so fucking infuriating but also, that is kind of a sad truth? even when it's not like RICH rich people involved. like for too many adults, it is easier to it off as kids being kids and boys being boys over having to deal with the why and the parents and the drama of it all.

i was bullied in school so like this bubble tea waterboarding makes me feel some type of way? like some of the bullying is very oof-spicy-trope but a lot of it is actually cruel and i really wouldn't recommend this show to anyone who gets triggered by stuff like school violence.

[liviavanrouge]

Livia and Malleus relationship breakdown

You guys have all seen my Livia and Malleus writing, there's probably more writing of her and Malleus than there is with her and her family and friends. I'm just gonna go into a quick explanation on why that is.

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Number One: What Livia is Twisted From

I have mentioned this plenty of times before but I made Livia based off of Maleficent's Thorns, which is the biggest reason why she's the closest with Malleus and is almost always with him 24/7.

Malleus feels a sorta connection with Livia and it's not just because she's Alya and ??? Rebirth but also because she's based off of the thorns. Livia's OP thorn power and connection with nature is the one reason Malleus wants her with him at times as well. The two are connected because of who they're based off of(Malleus being Maleficent and Livia bring the thorns that are summoned), and neither of them mind this connection either.

Livia is childish, open, kind-hearted and hyper active, while Malleus is regal, kind if you get to know him, a tease and calm which shocks people because their personalities clash yet they're always together. Malleus can sense Livia's thorn powers and how they're too strong for her to control, so he used his own thorns to lock her power away by creating a secondary 'heart' for her. Livia is very unaware of this, and does feel confused by the uncomfortable feeling inside her, which is actually her thorn power trying to break free because her body feels like she's ready to be able to use it, yet Malleus' thorns are keeping her power in check to make sure nothing happens.

Due to Malleus' thorns keeping Livia's ability in check she stays around Malleus more often, which was commented on by Deuce. Deuce comments that whenever he sees them both in the hall together, Malleus is always patting Livia's head, which is unknowingly him replenishing his thorns control over Livia's.

Now back to their connection, when Malleus met Livia when she was four he thought their connection was because of Alya, which made him dislike her for a short while. Livia is one of the few students of NRC that is still awake and has summoned Navy to help her and Ortho that she's now on her way to meet up with at the barrier. Her connection with Malleus is gonna play a bad part in Chapter 7, due to the fact that he can SENSE where she is and WHO she's with no matter where she is on Sage's Island or near it and it got stronger due to his thorns being inside her.

Livia's connection with Malleus is actually gonna be one of the few key elements in beating him and this is gonna be the chapter where Malleus looses his control on Livia's thorns so she's gonna be in Beast Mode here.

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Number Two: The Royal Family and Livia's past

Livia was raised by Malleus from 4 years old to 11 years old, because she was Alya's rebirth and he wanted to keep her close to keep an eye on her. Livia was nicknamed the 'Draconia's Beastie' due to Malleus and Maleficia's cherishing love and spoiling towards her. Livia grows close with Malleus during her years with him and Maleficia, and stated to Cater in her Bloom Birthday Story that Malleus was one of the few who helped her grow into who she was now and that she wishes to repay everyone. Maleficia and Livia will probably reunite in Chapter 7, which might shed more light on things that happened in Livia's past but Malleus did comment something ominous about Livia when he noticed she managed to escape.

"Her body won't last much longer, Silver is asleep now so he can't fix her and my magic won't be able to help...she needs to sleep as well."

So, there is most definitely something wrong, and I'm the only person who knows about it since I did create her but if you guys do look at past posts you guys might be able to piece it together and those who have been on my account long before this you guys probably already know what's going on with her. And No, if you guys are guessing it's the blot that Livia stole from Grim and her friends, that's not the reason for her body being unable to last. I will say one thing that is gonna happen in Chapter 7. Livia WILL end up dying in this Arc and it will be a shock to mostly Maleficia and Malleus.

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Lastly, Number Three: Livia's past lives

Livia is on her third life right now, her First Life was Alya, Malleus' former betrothed, her Second Life was where Lilia kept her locked away in the cottage until she was twelve and was called a monster for something she never found out about and it was made worse when Cynthia claimed she was 'scared' of Livia. Livia's third life isn't as bad, she goes through a lot of stuff growing up but always comes out with the biggest smile, despite secretly dying inside. Malleus knows about Livias First and Second life, due to seeing Alya's ghost following Livia and overhearing Lilia talk to Aural about Livia's second life.

Now that Malleus knows, he has yet ANOTHER reason to keep Livia within his sight, which is beginning to become possessive on his part since it is stemming from his fear of her having to go through a fourth life to be happy and heathy. Like I stated above, Livia is gonna die from something that happens and Navy is possibly gonna destroy all of Twisted Wonderland due to the agreements of the contract she's made with him, so either way it's possibly gonna be a Bad Ending. Yes, Livia coming in as Ogre is gonna be included, which is the thing that is gonna end her life.

Livia's previous life executions were painful (Beheading for Alya and Hanging for 2nd life Livia), but this one is probably gonna be the most painful for her, since once again Malleus can sense where she is and he might come after her in attempt to 'save' her and keep her body from ripping.

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I could go deeper into their relationship, but I don't want this to be longer than it has to, so I decided to state some key elements in this breakdown. Livia will no doubt reunite with Malleus(if she reaches Sage's Island before Ortho) or Maleficia(If she meets up with Ortho and heads there with him), but it depends on Navy's willingness to help her get there in time.

[awesomelyanxiouspanda]

A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 1

Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She's well known for her unique coffee drinks and her "coffee charity". What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?

Warnings/Tags: Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, smut in future chapters, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley

A/N: Posted this on my AO3 but I figured I should share it on here too! So far I only have a few chapters planned for this, but we'll see how it goes because sometimes the plot bunnies have other ideas for me. Here's to hoping I can actually finish this one with some class! 

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

“How long has he been out there?”

Amy turned from the register with a puzzled look on her face until she saw where I was facing. There was an obvious huff of frustration from her before she slid a little closer to me. Lifting my brow to her, I said nothing and waited, albeit impatiently.

“The old homeless-looking guy?” she whispered.

“No, the T-Rex,” I sighed heavily, unable to stop the roll of my eyes, “Of course, the guy, Amy, and you know how I feel about judging people.”

I felt bad for snapping at her once I saw the flush appear on her cheeks, but this was the third time in two weeks that she’d felt brazen enough to insult someone in my presence.

“Sorry, boss,” she muttered, “Um, he was already out there when Max and I opened.”

With a nod of understanding, I patted her shoulder and went into the back room. I wasted no time gathering up the pastries that were going out tonight before stuffing them in a paper bag and rushing again out to the front. I could feel Amy’s inquisitive eyes on my back as I poured a large black coffee into one of our to-go cups and dropped a few packets of sugar and creamer into the bag with the food.

“I’ll be right back,” I informed her.

“Okay.”

Checking to make sure that the man was still outside, I hurriedly meandered through the shop to the door. One of the customers tried to stop me on the way by, but I gently directed them to Amy at the register for any questions rather than waste time with it. Normally I was all about excellent customer service but I didn’t want to chance missing the opportunity to help. It was almost closing time already and who knew how long he’d linger. It had been painfully obvious, even from inside, that nobody was stopping for him.

The tinkle of the bell above the door drew his head up and, as if on instinct, he started asking for change until our eyes met.

“Oh, you work here, right? What, you coming to tell me I gotta leave or-”

“No, not at all,” I cut him off.

The irritated expression melted into one of confusion as I carefully lowered to my knees by him.

“Here, I want you to have these,” I explained as I stuck the coffee cup and bag out toward him, “I don’t know how you like your coffee but I put some sugar and creamer in the bag just in case. There’s also a stir stick and some napkins.”

The way he gazed down at the offered sustenance was one of distrust and I felt my heart clench. Call me a bleeding heart, a sucker, or whatever have you, but I could feel nothing other than sympathy and empathy for anyone who was down on their luck. I had been in that position at one point.

While he was busy pulling the food out of the bag, I took the chance to look him over closer. It didn’t hurt that the specific unlucky man was incredibly easy on the eyes. Warm skin and pursed lips were framed by a nice stubble and complemented by a head of perfectly ruffled blonde hair. It was obvious he was newer to the lifestyle; his tan coat was quite nice and his clothes were dirty but not yet torn. There was hope then, that maybe he’d be able to get back on his feet soon.

I was startled slightly when his head jerked up sharply and our eyes met for the first time. Icy blue depths searched my face openly and sent a shiver down my spine. Gods, he could be a fucking model, and yet somehow he was out here.

Offering him a half smile, I asked, “Is something the matter?”

“Is your boss gonna be okay with this?” he asked back.

“I think she’ll be okay with it, considering we share the same body,” I teased easily, “Emery, owner of Emery’s Espresso, nice to meet you.”

There was a flicker of confusion in his gaze before the corners of his lips turned up into a little smirk in a way that made my heart race.

“Nick,” he replied, “You’re sure about this?”

“Of course. Wouldn’t be out here if I wasn’t sure. I give away everything that goes out at the end of the day anyway!”

After a few moments of silence, Nick seemed to accept my answer and pulled out a blueberry muffin.

“You’re the first person to offer me anything, ya know? You humans are stingier than my brothers,” he muttered as he bit into the muffin.

The “humans” comment struck me as odd but I let it roll off my back the instant I heard the groan he let out. It was almost pornographic and I couldn’t ignore the way my body tensed in response. His head suddenly dropped back against the wall and, for a moment, I was concerned he had passed out, but then he was back up and nearly inhaling his food.

A little chuckle escaped before I could stop it and I was rewarded with a heavy glance.

“Sorry, I’m just glad you like it,” I explained easily with burning cheeks, “I have to get back inside because we gotta start end of the day cleaning, but you’re welcome to come until we close if you want to be a little more comfortable.”

“You serious?” he asked around a mouthful of muffin.

Biting my lip gently, I nodded and got to my feet.

“I don’t know how long you’ll be around but you’re welcome to come in anytime you need. Free black coffee to your heart’s content and it’s much warmer.”

The light feeling in my chest swelled at the way he looked up at me, almost as if in awe before he nearly jumped to his feet to follow. I held the door open behind me and gestured him to the little seating area by the electric fireplace in the corner.

“Make yourself at home, Nick,” I said, “I’ll be in the back if you need anything.”

He didn’t say anything back but I heard him muttering under his breath as I walked away, and his words brought a grin to my face.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were some kind of angel.”

There was obvious disbelief in Amy’s expression as I made my way behind the counter.

“Yes?” I urged her quietly.

Her lips parted as if to speak but she seemed to stop herself and instead shook her head.

“Nothing, sorry,” she replied finally, “Are we good to start cleaning now?”

“Yep yep, I’ll be in back counting inventory if you want to start wiping down tables and shut down the machines,” I instructed her.

She nodded once before grabbing up the disinfectant and a rag. I observed for a moment, reassuring myself that she wouldn’t start any issues over the fact that I had invited Nick in, before I went back.

Thankfully, the last half hour of the day went by quickly. Once everything was cleaned up and the to-do list was made up for tomorrow, I returned to the front of the shop.

“All ready to go?”

Amy spun around with a grimace and nodded, before asking, “Yeah, but what are we gonna do about him? He hasn’t left yet.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied with a wave of my hand, “I’ll let him know it’s time to go. Just get your purse and coat.”

While she went into the staff room, I headed over toward Nick, who looked to be rather enjoying his current position. Head back on the cushions and feet up on the ottoman, he seemed to be fast asleep and I felt a pang of guilt for having to wake him up. Unfortunately, I knew that logically it was a necessity.

When I finally reached him in the corner, I was debating reaching out for him or just calling his name when suddenly one of his eyes peeked open.

“Times up, huh?” he sighed heavily.

I gave him a little smile and offered him a hand.

“That it is,” I replied, “Can’t bully my staff into staying late, after all.”

Amy snorted a laugh behind me as she passed by to open the door.

“You know I wouldn’t complain about the overtime,” she snickered.

My eyes rolled before I could stop them and I shot her a good-natured scowl.

“Don’t push it, kiddo.”

She grinned brightly but it dimmed quickly as I felt Nick grab my hand, allowing me to help him up. A wave of flutters lit through my stomach as I took in the textured skin of his hand and tried incredibly hard not to swoon over the way he essentially towered over me. I quickly battled away my inner thought and sidestepped to let him through, following them both out and locking the door behind us.

“See you tomorrow?” Amy asked, obviously hesitant to leave me alone with a strange man.

Flashing her a reassuring smile, I nudged her gently and said, “Yes, now go on and get home to your little boy toy.”

I could hear her muttering playfully as she turned around and gave a quick wave.

“You sure it’s a good idea to be alone with a man you just met?” Nick asked suddenly.

Shocked that he seemed to know exactly what I had thought, I looked up at him in curiosity before giving a little shrug.

“You planning on mugging me?” I replied.

There was a second of tense silence where only the sounds of the nightlife pushed around us, but then a smirk broke out across his face.

“Nah, how would I get free coffee then?” he retorted.

I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding and a wave of relief rushed through my veins.

“Good to know I’m good for something,” I joked back.

I knew I should just get in my car and leave for the night, but my conscience kept pestering me the longer I debated it.

“Do you have somewhere you’re staying?” I finally asked, “I could give you a ride or something since it’s so cold…”

I felt as shocked as he looked at the words that had escaped but hastily covered it up, crossing my arms across my chest, trying not to babble away the awkwardness that now filled my throat.

“That’s real thoughtful of you, doll, but I’m just crashing up at the hobo camp down the road,” he answered, “It’s temporary. Waiting to hear from my siblings to get some misunderstandings figured out.”

“Oh, of course! Well, I’ll be in at 5 in the morning if you find yourself in need of caffeine or warmth… Do you have bedding or a bigger coat?”

Honestly, at this point, I couldn’t figure out why my brain kept coming up with excuses to talk to him but I tried to blame it on my sympathy for him. Not at all because he was a decidedly gorgeous man and I was being a thirsty bitch.

“Nah, this is all I got. Didn’t exactly pack for the weather when I got kicked out of my own home,” he muttered with a bitter laugh.

Before I could second-guess myself, I swallowed thickly and said, “If that’s the case, I insist you let me get you a sleeping bag and blanket, or even a warmer coat at the very least.”

The way his eyebrows shot up you’d think I’d offered him a million dollars.

“You really are different, aren’t you,” he mused softly before his gaze hardened and he suddenly stepped closer, “Why are you doing this? Do you know who I am or what? Is this some long game, because let me tell you something, sister, this won’t-”

I backed away instinctively until my back hit the wall.

“Hey, hey, no. I’m just trying to be nice is all!” I assured him hastily.

A rush of fear, and something much more forbidden, shot up my spine as he slammed his hands into the brick behind me, effectively pinning me in. If this were any other situation, I’d have thought- hoped- he was going to kiss me. Unfortunately, that was not the situation.

“Bullshit. No human is this nice. You're all full of greed and pride, blowing each other up over stupid shit and finding reasons to hate each other!” he snapped.

As he leaned in close, I could feel my heart high in my throat, pounding so loud it drowned out all other sounds. Could he hear it too? Breathing became even harder once he was at eye level and I could see all the emotions storming through those daunting blue irises. Another little jolt of lust had my thighs squeezing together as his hand took hold of my jaw and tilted my head back.

Fuck! Was it obvious how he was affecting me? Gods I hoped not. I shouldn’t even be having this reaction to him anyway! Not when it was so clear that he was dangerously unstable.

“I-I’m being honest,” I stammered out, “I just want- want to help you. Please, please don’t do this.”

My voice gave out near the end from the flood of emotions and unbidden tears filled my eyes fast. What had I gotten myself into?

“And just why do you want to help?” he asked, voice laced heavily with sarcasm, “What do you get out of it?”

At that, my brows furrowed in thought. Did he really think so horribly of other people? What had the poor guy been through to think that everyone was only out for themselves?

“I get the satisfaction of knowing I helped someone, that I didn’t just stand by and let someone be in pain when I could do something about it,” I answered, voice a little more firm this time.

“And that’s it?” he pushed, thumb and finger gripping my chin even tighter.

With a little hiss, I grimaced out a “yes” only to earn a narrowed glare in return. I tried not to focus on how- surprisingly- good he smelled, nor how his eyes made me want to crumble to pieces. After what seemed like hours, he finally released his hold on my face and drew back to his full height.

I felt at a loss for what to do. Where did we go from this? Did I run? Did I call the police? Did I bar him from the shop?

My attention was pulled back to Nick as he suddenly stepped back with a low groan, a big hand rubbing down his face in frustration.

“Look, fuck, I’m sorry, okay? I just… things have been rough these last few days and I’ve found myself in a position I’ve never been in, relying on humans. It used to be that, with a snap of my fingers, I could have anything I wanted. I didn’t have to worry about the cold, about food. People respected, feared me, and just look at me now? Sleeping on the street like some common trash, begging and stealing for food. And don’t even get me started on the assholes that walk around here like royalty. If they only knew who I was…”

As I listened to his rant, what little bit of fear I had clinging to my gut finally let go. Nick didn’t seem like a horrible person, just someone who was lost and hurt, and maybe a tad bit out of touch with reality. I was once again reminded of my short stint on the side streets of Chicago and couldn’t find it in my heart to hold his outburst against him.

“I understand,” I whispered.

“No, no you really don’t, toots.”

Rather than argue with him, I let out a sigh and crossed my arms defensively across my chest once more.

“Alright, back to my original question,” I muttered, “Do you want a coat or not?”

Nick paused in his aggravated pacing and shot me a look that told me, without words, that he thought I was insane.

“You’re just a glutton for punishment, aren’t ya doll?” he chuckled.

“Yes or no, Nick,” I snapped.

Even my endless patience was wearing thin. It was cold out. I was tired and hungry. I just wanted to get this over with so I could get home, put on pajamas, and drink a glass of wine while binging Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

A soft look took over his eyes before he nodded curtly.

“Okay, good, get in the car. Walmart’s not that far from here.”

…

The familiar tinkle of the shop’s bell tore my gaze to the door. It took everything in my willpower not to let the disappointment I felt show up on my face when I realized it wasn’t Nick coming in.

It had been a week since I’d seen him. A full seven days since I set him up with a sleeping bag, coat, and duffle bag full of food and drinks. A full six nights since he’d made my heart race faster than anyone ever had; in both good and terrible ways. At first, I’d thought maybe he was just avoiding coming back because of the awkwardness, but now I was starting to fear the worst. Especially with the murder that had happened less than twenty-four hours ago.

I stifled the sigh that threatened to fall from my lips and tried to refocus on the now, flashing a false smile to the woman who approached the register. After taking her order, I went mindlessly through the motions of creating her latte while debating my sanity.

It was crazy. I had literally spent less than four hours with the guy and knew basically nothing about him other than his name- hell if that was even real. The only thing I did know for sure about him was how damn hot he was. So why was I letting some random ass, possibly crazy, man affect me so? After handing out the drink, I rested my hip against the counter and checked the clock on the wall.

“Thank gods it’s almost over,” I huffed under my breath.

Five fifteen. I had fifteen more minutes before I could lock up and head home. Seeing as the count was already done and everything cleaned, save the last espresso machine, I could make it out right on time tonight and I was beyond grateful for it. The weather outside was getting rough and I didn’t want to get stuck anywhere in the snowstorm. Already, the sidewalks were full of slushy grey piles and barren of most people.

I managed to pass the last minutes of the day rather quickly by focusing on sweeping up the dining area and singing little songs in my head. I had just switched to humming “Sweet Bird” when suddenly the door opened once more. Checking the time on the clock, I hastily turned toward the door with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I’m just about to close up,” I started, almost mechanically, “I know the Starbucks down the road is open til-”

My mouth went dry as I looked over the two men in suits now blocking the doorway. Holy fuck. Was there just a gorgeous man convention in town or what?! I couldn’t help but look them over as they reached into the back pockets. While both donned matching black suits, the two couldn’t look more different. The one on the right was ginormously tall, with shaggy brown hair that I was envious of framing his sharp jawline and soft green eyes that reminded me of a puppy. The other on the left was shorter but still much taller than my own five-foot frame. His dark dirty blonde hair was styled in a short and clean crew cut that fit his rogueish good looks and piercing green eyes that made my gut twist in a strange way.

My thoughts were interrupted when they moved in closer. As if planned, the two flipped open the wallets in their hands simultaneously to show off the large letters ‘F.B.I’, and a sudden acrid taste of fear rose like bile in my throat as I watched them pocket their ID’s once more. What was the FBI doing in my shop?

“Good evening, ma’am, Agents Elliot and Russell,” the taller of the two greeted kindly, “We’re sorry to come in so late but we needed to ask a few questions.”

“About?” I replied uncertainly.

“There was a murder that happened just down the street yesterday and we’re following up on that,” the shorter one- Agent Russell- explained.

“Oh.. yeah, I heard about that. Did- Did they ever figure out who the man was?”

The two shared a look before Agent Elliot cleared his throat.

“Yes, it was a local real estate agent by the name of Matthew Gross,” he said, “Did you know him?”

I shook my head but already my mind was already a million miles away. Of course, I’d heard the talk of nearly every customer that had come in after the murder but no details had been released yet. It was with a little sigh that a sick sense of relief flowed through my form, a subconscious tension in my gut releasing under hearing it hadn’t been my newfound crush that was butchered.

“Ma’am?”

My head snapped up and I couldn’t help but blush as I realized I had zoned out in front of the agents.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s been a long day,” I murmured, “What did you say?”

“I asked if you were sure,” Agent Russell said gruffly.

Swallowing hard, I replied, “I’m sure. I’ve never heard that name before.”

He nodded once as his partner stepped even closer.

“Sorry, just one last question,” Agent Elliot assured me, “Have you seen this man around?”

I tried my damndest to ignore the butterflies filling my stomach as I was forced to look up to see his face. Damn these tall ass handsome men.

Once he turned his phone my way, I dropped my gaze, and suddenly all the feel-good feelings were sucked from my veins. The handsome mug smirking into the camera left my body weak and ready to collapse. Nick.

“I- I don’t think so,” I rushed out carelessly, “Why? Is he the one who did that?!”

Another unspoken communication passed between the two with a solemn look before Agent Elliot gave me a forced smile.

“We’re not sure. He’s a possible key witness so we’re hoping to find him,” he explained, reaching into his pocket before thrusting a business card my way, “If you do see him, could you give us a call?”

“Uh, yeah, of course.”

The lie felt as thick as tar on my tongue but I managed a smile in their direction through it all.

“Thanks for your time, and sorry again for keeping you,” Agent Elliot said.

“It’s no problem, have a good night, guys.”

I pretended to get distracted by my sweeping once more but the moment they were out of sight, I rushed over and locked the door before hauling ass back to the counter. My blood pounded a frantic beat in my ears as I stared unseeing at the little white card.

Why? Why in the actual fuck had I lied about seeing him? Why didn’t I just tell them that I’d helped him and where he was staying?!

Before I could stop it, the feelings of disgust became tangible and came out violently into the waste bin beneath the counter. The cool tile beneath my knees did little to soothe the panicked heat flushing my body. I needed to go home. I needed a cold shower. I needed to take a serious look at myself and figure out what the hell I was going to do.

And I, quite possibly, needed to build an alibi in the case that they discovered I’d helped out the maybe murderer just a week ago.

“What the fuck did I just do?”

[bluesylveon2]

A Twisted Adventure (700 special ft the second years)

This is late but thank you for 700 followers!! You guys are the best :)

Summary: Who are the heros who can save Yuu's life? The second years, of course!

Note: platonic second years x Yuu/reader, crack, chaos, humor, and Grim breaking the fourth wall. Loosely based on the LEGO Disney Princess Castle Quest

Warning: fem Yuu/reader, not beta read, and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 5.6k

Masterlist: here

Hear me, whoever is out there. Send me your greatest heroes to grant my wish. My master's life is in their hands. 

If there's one thing that went through the second year's minds right now, they understood how Yuu felt being transported to another world. 

The second years groaned from their spots on the floor. They looked up to find themselves in a vast room. There were multiple bookshelves surrounding them and papers scattered on the floor. On the other side was a large dome that reminded the students of a coffin.

"Where are we?" Silver groaned. His eyes landed on a window that had a purple aura outside of it. The last thing he remembered was walking to class with Kalim, and now he was here. 

"I have no idea." Jamil brushed the dust off of his school uniform and scanned the room. Floyd landed on top of Riddle; Jade was helping Azul stand up; Silver had a guarded position in front of Kalim, and Ruggie was fixing his hair next to Jamil. 

"Finally, you've arrived! I have been waiting a long time for you all." A familiar voice called out. The group turned to see Grim walking into the room with a relieved look. He was wearing his ceremonial robes instead of his bow. 

"What do you mean, Grim? I thought you were in Ramshackle?" The first in the group, Azul, asked while wiping the dust out of his school uniform. He recalled the cat monster sleeping there with the ADeuce duo. 

"Ramshackle? What's that?" Grim tilted his head. "That's beside the point. My master was hit with a curse, and she won't wake up. Her magic seems to be weakening too, which also affects me as her familiar."

Riddle pushed Floyd off to the side and stepped towards Grim. "Did you use your magic to summon us here?"

"I did. I called for heroes, and it summoned you all."

"Hero, you say?" Jade's smile looked polite, but there was eerie about it. "We are far from that except for Kalim and Silver." His eyes turned to the duo. 

"We would be happy to help!" Kalim exclaimed, but Jamil held him back. 

"Oh no! We don't know anything about Grim's master."

"Let me show you." Grim ran towards the back of the room with the others trailing behind him. He stopped once he was in front of a glass coffin (that looked very familiar to Riddle, Azul, and Jamil) and opened it. Inside was a very familiar Prefect lying on a fluffy cushion. Instead of her NRC uniform, she wore a blue and yellow dress and had a red ribbon on her hair.

"Is that Yuu?" Ruggie asked as he placed his hand on the glass. He inspected Yuu's chest (not in a perverted way) to see if she was breathing. Luckily for everyone, she was. "But she does not have magic."

Grim jumped on Yuu's lap and looked at them questioningly. "What do you mean? Yuu always had magic. Anyways, are you all going to help out or what?"

"Is Shrimpy trying to do a Magicam challenge?" Floyd suddenly stood up, excitement in his eyes. "I've heard of one where you slap someone awake," Floyd said as he ran up to the coffin, pushed Ruggie aside, opened it, and grabbed Yuu. "Oi! Wake up, Shrimpy!" He yelled at her sleeping face while slapping both of her cheeks. Grim could only watch in horror. 

"Stop hitting my human!"

Feeling the second-hand embarrassment, Riddle attempted to stop Floyd with Grim but was unable to.  

"I don't think that's how it works, Floyd," Jade said while trying to hide a laugh after watching Riddle. 

"Oh, I've heard of a situation like this!" Kalim jumped with joy. "I heard of a princess who slept in a forest, and a prince had to wake her up with a kiss! Does that mean we have to do that to Yuu?" 

"Is that what I need? A princess to wake me up?" Silver muttered to himself. Meanwhile, Floyd stopped slapping Yuu, and his mood shifted. 

 "No thanks," Floyd said nonchalantly, letting go of Yuu. Her body fell down in a plop, and the ribbon on her head was askew, 

"Floyd! Why did you do that? Don't you know how to respect women?" Riddle said through gritted teeth. 

Floyd rolled his eyes. "Of course I do. Yuu is sleeping anyways, and her bed looks pretty soft to me." He pointed at Yuu's rhythmic breathing in her chest. "See, she is still alive."

Riddles's face turned red from anger. "That is not the point!"

"Look, people! Let's just try to find a way to go home." Ruggie held his magical pen out and pointed it to a door. 

Nothing happened. 

Ruggie swung his arm again. "What the heck?! Why aren't you working?" He kept swinging his arm around and yelling. “Bibbidi bobbidi boo!” No sparks were coming out of the pen. 

"Maybe mine will work?" Silver walked up to Ruggie and mimicked him. "Ha!" He exclaimed, but nothing happened. "What is going on?" He brought his pen close to his face and examined it. "I thought you said that Yuu could do magic? Our pens should work if she does."

Grim shook his head. "Her magic is being used to protect this castle from outside threats." He pointed at the window that showed the purple aura. Silver looked out the window once more and looked more closely. 

"We are in a dome?"

"Mhm, and magic is limited here. This dome is Yuu's Unique Magic, Fantasia. Because of that, you all are limited to what magic you can use."

"I see." Jade hummed as he held his chin in his hand. "If Ruggie's normal magic did not work, perhaps we need something like our Unique Magic?" He looked to Grim, who nodded. 

"Great. Just great!" Floyd wailed and threw his arms up in the air.  

Jamil only rolled his eyes. "Does waking up Yuu mean we can go home?"

Grim nodded, and Ruggie frowned. 

"Hold up. I ain't doing this for free. We deserve an award!" Ruggie exclaimed, causing Riddle to side-eye him. 

Grim felt a headache forming. "Fine, you humans. I have some great treasure lying here in this castle…"

Ruggie grinned and threw an arm over Jamil's shoulders. "Well, why didn't you say that earlier? We should help our dear friend out. For her safety, of course." 

Azul pushed up his glasses and joined the duo. He had a gleam that screamed thaumarks in his eyes. "I agree. What do we need to help the angelfish?"

Grim excitedly jumped out of the coffin and ran towards a big map on the wall. "You need to gather three ingredients. A rainbow pearl from a cave in Coral Beach, a golden flower from the Haunted Forest, and a dragon's scale. Those ingredients can make the potion to wake Yuu up."

"I see." Jade walked up to the map to study it. He turned to Grim, "Where might the dragon scale be?"

Grim shrugged. "I don't know. I never found the location."

"Really?" Jade leaned down and smiled, which sent shivers down Grim's fur. "I think you might know it."

"Nya?!"

"Jade, that's enough." Riddle said sternly. He turned to address the others, unaware of the eerie smile Jade sent to Grim. "We need to find these items so we can go home."

Silver crossed his arms. "And how do we do that?"

"Three of us have been in a similar situation before." Riddle briefly made eye contact with Azul and Jamil. "We just need to split up to find the ingredients."

"But we don't know where the dragon scale is." Silver countered. 

"I agree," Azul nodded and turned to Riddle. "As housewardens with experience in this situation, we should lead two groups instead. We know where two of them are. Let's find them first and then find the dragon scale after."

"I agree with Azul. Let's split up based on the locations. Jamil, Silver, and Ruggie, you all go to the Haunted Forest with me. I trust your magic will work in this area."

"No way am I leaving Kalim with them." Jamil protested and pointed at the Octotrio accusingly. "Who knows what they would do?"

Floyd suddenly perked up and joined the group. "I don't see what you should be worrying about Sea Snake. Sea Otter was fine with us before. Plus, his Unique Magic is suited for finding the pearl."

"I agree." Azul nodded with a smile on his face. "Kalim would be in good hands."

Jamil frowned, clearly not trusting Azul, and turned to Kalim, who only smiled. 

"Everything will be fine, Jamil. Focus on working with the others."

"Fine, but if something happens, then let me know."

Grim clapped his paws, and they began to glow. "Good, now let's focus on saving my human. I will give you two a bracelet to wear. Break it so you can come back here." A purple and black bracelet appeared on Azul and Riddle's arms. The group was surrounded by blue light, transporting them to the next part of their quest. 

Somewhere near a sunny tropical island, Jade, Floyd, and Kalim finally landed in the water. 

"Ah, this water is so refreshing," Floyd sighed in his merform.

Jade nodded. "I agree. It feels like we're back home." He swam around the coral reef for good measure. 

"Has anyone seen Azul?" Kalim asked, looking around. A very girly scream could be heard coming closer to them at that moment. A familiar silver-haired figure fell ungracefully into the water. 

"I HAVE BEEN FALLING FOR 30 MINUTES!" Azul yelled, causing the others to snicker. "Don't laugh! It is embarrassing that you all look unscathed compared to me!"

"Couldn't be me," Floyd smirked. 

Luckily for Azul, he had Kalim by his side. 

"Look on the bright side, Azul. Now, all we have to do is find the pearl, and then we can go home." 

Azul groaned. "My poor business is probably in flames by now."

Ding…ding…ding

"What is that?" Kalim asked, unaware of the looks on the other's faces. 

"I know that sound."

"Man, it's been a while since I heard that."

"I have a strange feeling about this." Azul turned to find the once-sunny sky disappearing as the fog rolled in. The bell chimed louder, and a giant shadow appeared. The sound of people's voices grew louder by the second. 

Floyd quickly grabbed Kalim. "We gotta hide Sea Otter." He said and dived down; Jade followed behind with Azul. The group hid behind some nearby coral to watch without being spotted. 

"What is going on?" Kalim whispered; his eyes watched the ship dock, and a figure with a big hat walked out. 

"Pirates," Azul replied. "People in the Coral Sea are not big about pirates themselves. I heard a former Queen met her tragic fate after accidentally running into some."

Jade nodded in agreement. "I heard she was valiantly trying to save her children, but she did not make it back."

"Pirates are not common now, so merpeople don't care about them anymore," Floyd added. "We prefer to explore their sunken ships instead."

"I see," Kalim replied. Suddenly, his eyes widen. He knew that gray and gold coat anywhere, having seen that once for Halloween. The smug look and the lion tail tied it all together. "No way! Why is Leona here?"

Azul glared at the beastman barking orders at his subordinates. In a typical Leona fashion, the crewmembers scattered across the island as Leona lazed around with a smirk on his face. Azul turned to the others. 

"Everyone, we must move before Leona gets the pearl."

Floyd raised an eyebrow. "And how did you come to that conclusion?"

Azul gestured to the beastman. "Look at his face. That is a face you typically see on Ruggie. Yet, Leona has it here. I'm certain he is looking for the pearl as well."

"Probably to sell it!" Kalim's eyes widen.

Azul snapped his fingers. "Exactly, and I refuse to retrieve that pearl by buying it out of his hands. I have more priorities than falling for his scheme."

"And how are we going to find the pearl? It could be anywhere on that island." Jade asked with an inquisitive look.

Azul glanced at Kalim and smirked. "I have an idea. But first, we need to get to the other side of this island."

"We're here," Jade told Azul as the group entered from the other side. Kalim let go of Floyd, and the two walked up to shore. 

The group headed inside the jungle. "We should be able to find the cave before Leona does. We just have to be sneaky about it."

"Maybe when we find it, Azul, we could camouflage and grab it," Kalim said aloud. 

Jade shook his head. "Leona has a heightened sense of smell. He would be able to track Azul before we know it. Plus, Azul is not the fastest on land."

"I can hear you!" Azul hissed at the twin behind him.

Jade smiled innocently. "I know."

The group continued quietly navigating through the jungle until they reached a clearing. They saw a cave with a lake surrounding it. There was no one in sight, and it was eerily quiet. 

Azul signaled to Jade with his hand and turned to the other two. "You two know what to do?"

Floyd rolled his eyes. "Duh, I was listening the whole time."

Azul sighed. "I want to cover our bases before we go. Remember what to do when you hear the signal." 

"You got it," Kalim whispered. With that, the group went their separate ways. Floyd jumped into the lake, and Kalim hid in the foliage. Meanwhile, ade and Azul walked inside the cave. 

"This cave seems small. I say we find the pearl and get out of here." ade said as he examined the interior. The cave was small enough for the two to stand side by side. It was dark, like the depths of the Coral Sea. 

"I agree. It should not be long before we do." Azul replied. 

The two continued their trek until they saw it. Not far from them was a clam about the size of a palm sitting on top of a rock. Although there were many clams nearby, the two knew that was the one they were looking for. 

Azul picked up the clam and began to put it in his pocket, but he suddenly froze. 

Jade chuckled. "I had a feeling this was too easy." He felt a sharp object hovering over him. 

"Indeed." A familiar voice said. His sword pointed at Azul's throat. "Now, hand over the pearl before I turn you into sand."

"Why am I not surprised?" Azul glared at Leona. "You would use us to do the dirty work to get the treasure yourself. How ironic."

"You could run, but that would be pointless. My men are outside waiting for you, so you either hand me the pearl scotch free, or you and your friend die right here." He pushed the blade closer to Azul, enough to draw a drop of blood. 

Azul chuckled. "You really cornered us…Alright." He put his hands up in surrender. "You win." He put his hand in his pocket and handed Leona a clam. 

Leona eyed the clam suspiciously. "Open it."

Azul's eyes widen in shock. "What?! You don't trust me?" He sighed dramatically. Leona gave Azul an unimpressed look. "Fine, I'll do it, but you must move the sword away first." Leona pulled his sword back as Azul placed his hands on the shell and glanced at Jade. "NOW!"

Leona narrowed his eyes at Azul as a chirping sound resonated through the cave. He pushed his sword back at him. 

"What did you do?!"

"Respite in the scalding sands, a neverending party. Dance! Sing! Oasis Maker!"

The small cave quickly filled with water, shocking Leona and his crew, but gave Azul and Jade the needed window. The eel kicked the sword off his enemy's hands and used the end to knock out the pirate. Jade quickly changed into his eel form and grabbed Azul as the water reached their shoulders. 

"You want the pearl? Well, here you go!" Azul threw the clam towards Leona, who was treading through the water like a wet cat. 

Azul and Jade swam out and met with the others, who were busy running away from their own pursuers. 

"Try and catch me, losers!" Floyd laughed as he used his Unique Magic to deflect their attacks. Meanwhile, Kalim used his water to knock out some pirates. 

"Let's get out of here!" Azul yelled, causing the other two to stop and make a run for it. The group did not stop until the Tweels were in their merforms carrying the others into the ocean.

Everyone knew that Jamil did not stand out in class. They did not expect him to scream the moment he "thought" he saw a spider. 

"Jamil, everything is going to be okay," Silver said reassuringly as he attempted to comfort him.  

Jamil let out a yelp when he felt something run across his arm. "No, it's not as long as we are stuck in this forest! Let's find the flower and go!"

"Maybe he should've gone with Kalim's group?" Ruggie asked, but Silver shook his head no. 

"That would be bad too. Sebek once told me that if Jamil ever got stuck on a deserted island, he would want to leave because of the bugs."

Ruggie groaned. "Great! Just great! So we're stuck with him instead!"

"I am literally right next to you!"

Riddle felt a vein pop out of his forehead as Jamil screamed for the nth time. "JAMIL IF YOU SCREAM ONE MORE TIME, IT IS OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

Owwooooo

"What was that?" Jamil asked. 

"It sounds very familiar…" Silver trailed off. 

Everyone looked around cautiously except for Ruggie. 

"That sounds like a wolf. Maybe it's Jack?"

A pack of three wolves that were smaller but more vicious than Jack jumped out of the bushes. They eyed the group suspiciously. 

"You think they are nice like Jack?" Silver asked.

Grrrr…

"Definitely not!" Ruggie grabbed Silver's jacket and bolted in a random direction. "Everyone, run for it!"

Riddle panted as he leaned against a tree for support. The others rested on the ground to catch their breaths. 

"Did we," huff, "lose them?" Jamil turned to where they ran from. The forest was quiet once again. 

"I think so," Ruggie said, looking around the area.

"I hope so. I'm winded!" A soft voice added.

"Silver, you need to speak up."

"That wasn't me."

The boys froze, now alert, and scanned their surroundings. 

"Who goes there?" Riddle commanded and held his pen like it was his scepter. 

"Over here!" A skunk with honey-brown eyes waved his paw to get the group's attention. "Hi everyone! I'm Neige!"

Riddle blinked once. "Silver, please tell me you are the only one who heard the skunk talk."

"I heard it," Silver said, and Jamil nodded. 

"I think everyone heard him, Riddle," Ruggie whispered. 

Neige giggled (giggled for crying out loud!), "I overheard you are looking for the enchanted flower. If you want, I could lead you to it. This forest might be too confusing for tourists."

"Oh, we are far from tourists." Jamil scoffed quietly, and Riddle elbowed him. 

"That would be wonderful. Now, is there any way we could avoid the wolves?"

Neige tilted his head. "The wolves? I have not met any wolves here. I usually spend time with my forest friends in an abandoned cottage." He smiled, and a bright aura formed around him. 

The boys groaned. 

"I don't mind making the skunk my meat shield then," Ruggie muttered, causing Jamil to snicker. 

Neige was too unaware to notice. "Just follow me, and we can help your friend in no time!"

The small skunk leads the group through the forest. Luckily for everyone, they were moving fast enough to not let a spider crawl on Jamil (again). Neige eventually stopped moving when they got to a lake. 

"There it is!" He pointed to the center, where a golden flower lay on a small piece of land. 

"Well, that was easy," Ruggie chuckled. 

"We should get the flower and head out of here," Jamil said and started discussing a plan with Riddle, unaware of a comically large spider coming down from a tree.  

This was noticed by Silver. "Uhh.." His eyes watched as the spider crawled down from its web and landed on Jamil's shoulder. 

Ruggie looked at Silver questioningly. "What are you-" His eyes widened when he saw what Silver was looking at. "Holy shi-"

"Shhhh," Silver quickly covered Ruggie's mouth with his hand. "We need to get it out before Jamil notices."

Ruggie pushed Silver's hand away. "Who's we?" he whispered. "You saw it first! You should get it!"  

"Fine, but distract him and Riddle before either one notices."

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Riddle walked up to the two, a frown etched on his face. Meanwhile, Jamil only watched, unaware of the spider happily dancing on his shoulder. The sight would be hilarious anywhere else but where they currently are. 

Both Ruggie and Silver let out an audible gulp. They prayed to the Great Seven that Jamil would not notice. 

"Well?" Riddle asked, tapping his shoe against the dirt. 

"Oh, they're just looking at that spider on your friend's shoulder. The one with the long hair," Neige smiled, causing Ruggie and Silver to glance at each other. 

"What?!" Jamil looked to his left and saw the enormous spider grinning at him. "GET OFF OF ME!!!" He slapped his shoulders multiple times in hopes of getting it out. Meanwhile, Silver joined Jamil to stop him from hurting himself. 

Riddle felt a vein pop out of his forehead. "THAT'S IT! NOW THE WHOLE FOREST KNOWS WHERE WE ARE BECAUSE OF A SPIDER!"

Grrrrr

Ruggie sighed. It looked like Jamil was one of many who let everyone know where they were. 

The wolves came back, their eyes focused on each student. Riddle was not having it. 

"OFF WITH YOUR-"

"Wait!" Silver put his body in front of Riddle's pen. "Let me handle the wolves. You and Jamil focus on getting the flower."

Silver ran up to the wolves. "I know we are in your territory, but my friends just need that flower over there." He explained calmly and pointed to the gold flower. "And we will be out of your way."

The biggest wolf, whose fur color reminded Silver of Vil's hair, looked at Silver suspiciously and growled again as a warning. 

"Here, let me." Ruggie patted Silver's shoulder and walked to the giant wolf. Ruggie started using a mix of growls and barks, to which the wolf responded by doing the same. Minutes had passed when Ruggie turned his attention to Silver. 

"This wolf said that he will allow us to take the flower as long as we leave after."

"Alright, Jamil, come with me." Riddle said and made his way into the lake. Jamil sighed, holding his pen out in a protective stance as Riddle carefully picked the flower. 

The wolf's growl brought Silver and Ruggie's attention back to them. 

"The wolf wants us to go now," Ruggie said, slowly backing away as the wolves advanced toward them. "Riddle!"

"On it!" Riddle threw his bracelet on the ground and stomped on it. Suddenly, a familiar light enveloped the group, causing the wolves to stop moving and Neige to jump away. Everyone felt light as they floated up until they disappeared with a poof, leaving no trace of them behind. 

It was cold and eerie. It was far different from Yuu's warm and inviting castle. 

Riddle felt exhausted as he sat up. His grey eyes scanned his surroundings. Instead of a castle, they were in an empty field surrounded by thorns. "Where are we?"

"Perhaps we came here after getting our ingredients?" Azul said, pushing up his glasses. 

Jade rested his fist on his chin. "It seems like the bracelets brought us somewhere else."

"Maybe Grim brought us here?" Kalim asked, but Floyd shook his head. 

"Can't be. Even Grim didn't know where the place was."

Jamil frowned. "But where are we supposed to get the scale from?"

Silver felt a familiar feeling in his chest. He could not explain it, but their area was ominous and filled with black thorns. The sky was dark, and the only light sources came from the multiple torches with green fire. It looked like Diasomnia, except there was no dorm in sight.

"Guys, where are we?" Ruggie asked; he felt his hair sticking up like he was a cat. 

"This looks a lot like Diasomnia," Kalim said while examining the thorns. "Maybe we are in another part of the dorm?"

Silver shook his head. "No, I don't recognize this."

Stomp 

Stomp

Azul's eyes widened, and he felt a chill down his spine. How hiding in his octopus pot would be more ideal than now. "What is that?" He turned to the Leech twins, who both looked startled. 

Suddenly, a green fire headed towards the group, barely missing Kalim, or else he would be on fire (again). Loud stomps filled the room in a steady rhythm that grew louder by the second.

Stomp

STOMP

"Get ready!" Riddle pulled out his magical pen, and everyone huddled around each other. Their eyes trained on the fog, and a giant shadow emerged. The shadow grew bigger until it became draconic. A huge dragon with purple-black scales appeared. Its green eyes focused on the group like it looked at its next meal. Everyone had a mix of fear and alertness on their faces. 

All except one. 

"Wait, I know this dragon," Silver broke formation and started walking towards the dragon. 

Jamil grabbed his wrist before he took a step. "Silver, are you crazy? You could get killed by that thing!"

"I know what I am doing. Trust me." Jamil let Silver go, and everyone watched him slowly walk to the dragon. Silver remained neutral as the dragon stopped and looked down at him. "Your Highness. It has been so long since I've seen you. I hope that you are doing well."

Everyone's jaw dropped.

"No-"

"Way."

"Wait, so you're saying that dragon is Umiushi?!"

"How interesting."

Malleus ignored the group. "You are not Lilia, yet you remind me of him. Why is that?"

Silver briefly glanced at the group before answering. "Lilia is my mentor."

"A human? Please. What do you want from me?"

Silver's expression remained neutral, already familiar with the term. "My friend is cursed with a sleeping spell, and we need one of your scales to help wake her up."

Malleus frowned. "Why should I give one to you? A mere human." He said with disgust. 

"But Lilia is my-"

"Lilia is not here to defend you." Malleus cut him off, causing someone, probably Kalim, to gasp behind them. "Why should I hand my scale to you?"

"You'll see," Silver turned around and returned to his friends. "Azul, I need to make a contract with you."

Azul blinked, clearly taken aback. "Of course. What's in it for me?"

"I promise to work at Mostro Lounge for the next month if you can conjure a Gao-Gao Drakon-kun with your contract."

"Aren't those things for little kids? Would Malleus like that?" Ruggie piped up and glanced at the waiting dragon. 

Riddle shook his head. "Deuce once fixed Malleus' before. Malleus was so grateful that he gave Deuce a rare ore found only in Briar Valley."

Both Ruggie and Azul's eyes widen. "A rare ore, you say?" Azul snapped his fingers, and a bright golden contract and a fishbone pen appeared. "Just sign here and help our friend in need." He smirked with a gleam in his eyes.

Once the contract was signed, the contract disappeared, and a small purple and black device appeared. Malleus watched with a curious gaze as Silver returned.

"What is that?" Malleus' eyes glowed in interest. 

“This is Gao Gao Drakon-kun. It is a virtual pet that you take care of."

Malleus eyed the device with curiosity. "Give it to me, human."

"Not until you give me the scale, then we can trade."

"Very well." Malleus plucked a scale off his body and transformed back to the familiar form the second years were used to. He looked exactly the same, except he wore a long black robe with purple lining the inside. He held out the scale for Silver and examined the new device. "How does this work?"

"You press this button to turn it on." Silver explained. Meanwhile, the rest of the second years moved closer but remained cautious in case Malleus transformed again. "It can help keep you company until Lilia returns."

"I see." Malleus looked at the group and smiled. He waved his hand, and a door appeared. "You wish to return to your friend, right? Use that door, and you will be with her."

Grim's face lit up as a bright door revealed the second years and the needed ingredients. The cat monster rushed to greet the group. 

"You guys made it, and no one got hurt in the process!"

"Luckily," Riddle mumbled. 

"Is it just me, or does this Grim remind me of those RSA guys?" Ruggie whispered, to which Kalim and Silver agreed. 

Grim did not seem to notice Ruggie's remark. "You can drop the ingredients in there. It should take a few minutes for the potion to be ready," Grim said, pointing to a cauldron with an unknown liquid already boiling inside. Riddle, Silver, and Azul added their respective ingredients to the pot and turned to Grim with a pointed look.

"So where is the treasure you promised for helping Angelfish."

"That's right!" Grim beamed and ran off towards a curtain hanging on a wall. "How could I forget your gift for helping me."

Ruggie and Azul's eyes widen in anticipation. They could imagine the amount of gold and jewels they would receive and how much money they could make. 

"Ta-da!"

Only for their faces to fall flat. 

"THAT'S IT?" "WHAT?" Ruggie and Azul yelled out. "Where's the treasure?" They both turned to the cat monster.

"What do you mean?" Grim exclaimed. "The treasure is right there!" He pointed at the pile of tuna cans, causing Ruggie and Azul to tear up. 

"Typical Grim," Kalim laughed. "Of course, he would give us a mountain of tuna." 

Jamil and Riddle sighed and sat on the sofa. Of course, the greedy duo would think about money when the gift was from Grim. 

"This is some premium tuna," Silver said as he inspected a can. 

"Man, Baby Seal would go crazy if he had this in our world! Shrimpy would have money to spend on other things." Floyd laughed as he threw an arm around Azul. Meanwhile, his brother only patted Azul on his back as the octomer wailed with Ruggie. 

Grim stared at the scene and then at the roof. "These guys are annoying. Why did the author put me in this role? Was the one with the horns or the model not available?" The cat monster sighed and looked to the sky. "What do you mean it is not their story yet?!" The unaware second-year's voices drowned out the one from above as she replied to Grim. Grim sighed and faced the group. "That's it, I'm tired of them." Grim's paws glowed again. "They can go back home. I'll eat this tuna with Yuu instead."

"AH!" The boys collectively screamed as they sat up. All eyes wandered around to see the familiar colors and furniture of the Scarabia common room. 

"We're..back?" Silver asked, looking bewildered. 

"At least we're away from the tuna," Azul sighed. 

"It seems so," Jade said while brushing dust from his uniform. 

"HA HA, YOU ALL LOOK RIDICULOUS!" Floyd laughed at everyone's current state. Riddle and Silver had a trail of dried-up drool on their mouths, Jade and Azul's hair was disheveled, and the Scarabia duo plus Ruggie had marks on their cheeks from the pillows they slept on.  

Riddle turned as red as his beloved strawberry tarts as he wiped his face with his sleeve. "Shut it, or it is off with your head!"

"Oh, I'm so scared!" Floyd continued chuckling while clutching his stomach. 

"Oh, there you guys are." A new voice, Yuu, called out, entering the common room while wearing the same dress as the other world Yuu. The second years froze. "I thought you guys were studying? I didn't know it was nap time." The guys just stared at her like she was a ghost. "What? Is there something on my face?"

"You are the actual Yuu?" Jamil asked with suspicion while eyeing her dress. 

"And not another version?" Ruggie added. 

Yuu rolled her eyes. "Of course, it is me, or else I could not tell the Three Musketeers here." She pointed at Riddle, Azul, and Kalim, respectively. "That Crowley wanted me to remind them about tomorrow's housewarden meeting." She glared at each of them before returning the way she came. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must get back to shooting Vil's movie before he sends Ortho to hunt me down. I want to get paid for being on time, people!"

The group watched Yuu pick up parts of her dress and walk off, unaware of the shocked look on their faces. They sat in silence to process and question everything until Azul stood up. 

"Well, we had enough adventures for the evening. How about we all eat dinner at Mostro Lounge? Not for free, of course."

The boys sighed and agreed with Azul for once. It had been a very peculiar day. As the group left the dorm, Kalim could not stop thinking about something Yuu had said. 

"If we are the Three Musketeers, Can I be the one that looks like a mouse?" 

"Kalim!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-24. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[subspencer]

taking spencer to a drive-in theatre and giving him a blowie <3

taking spencer to a drive in theater, you say? spencer being really into the movie and not realizing that you’re trying to take advantage of the privacy and have a little adult fun, until you make it glaringly obvious?

wc: just under 1.4k

cw: blowjob. no sub/dom dynamic, though reader does call spencer ‘good boy’. reader can be gender neutral.

Taking Spencer to a drive-in movie theater was your idea. It seemed like the kind of date he’d like; old-school drive-ins playing old-school movies. Pretty fitting for an old school kind of guy. And you were right; Spencer’s eyes were practically glued to the rerun of some classic eighties sci-fi movie that you picked out for the evening.

It was perfect. The air outside was cold but the heaters were blasting in the car. Stars littered the night sky, and the dim glow of the projector screen lit up Spencer’s gorgeous side profile like a baroque painting. And the best part about drive-in theaters? The privacy. 

For cuddling in the car, of course. Because you were too good at setting this date up, and Spencer was way too interested in the movie. Flash Gordon lost your interest a long time ago; it’s now shifted to your boyfriend, who is yet to get on the same page as you. 

His hands rest around your waist as you lean your back and head on his chest, watching him more than anything. The more you take in his features –– dark brows, adorable button nose and full, pink lips –– the less you care about the movie. You take up focus with his hands, instead, and begin toying with his fingers that lay on your waist. They’re long, pretty, and they spur your imagination like no other thing has ever done. 

No longer feeling patient, you crane your head up and begin kissing the underside of his chin, his jaw, and his neck, sucking softly and moaning against him. His eyes flick down to you, catching you giving him a longing look, and he smiles. Before you can get too excited, thinking he’s finally gotten your hint and has decided to take full advantage of the privacy of a drive-in theater, he just as quickly turns back to the screen.

“Spencer,” you whine, tugging on the front of his shirt to call his attention. He shoots you another smile without looking, and laces his fingers with yours, thinking he’s satisfied your need for touch with a simple squeeze of your hand.

“You picked a really good movie, babe,” he whispers and pecks the top of your head.

You have to resist rolling your eyes because clearly it must be fucking good if he’s not at all picking up on the mood you’re trying to set. Returning to kissing his neck, you drag the hand he’s interlocked with yours down your body until they meet the top of your shorts, and let them hover there. At the same time, you take his free hand from your waist, pushing it higher up so that it lays right over your chest.

He barely registers it. Not even as you cover his hand with your own and press down until his palm fully envelopes you, fingertips digging into your breast as you arch into him. You even let out a tiny, mewling sound that he always likes to hear. And the only thing he’s noticing is whatever is happening in this god forsaken movie.

You pull away, annoyed, and his hands drop to the car seat as you sit up straight, crossing your arms as you wait for him to say something. It’s childish, it’s needy, but you don’t care because you’re waiting for him to ask you to come back into his arms. A few minutes go by, and he’s said nothing. Just entirely entranced by the movie. 

So deeply, in fact, that he doesn’t notice as you slide off the seat and get down onto the floor of the car. As best as you can, you crawl over to him, kneeling beside his legs. You place your palm on his knee and massage it, watching his face to see how he reacts. He merely offers a passive hum, so you shift your hand higher, trailing featherlight touches on the inside of his thigh. Spencer lets out a soft giggle, but still, his eyes never shift away. 

When your fingers find his zipper, he raises his hips to help you tug off his trousers and boxers until you’re able to pull his dick free from the fabric. But at this point in your relationship, he could be acting purely out of muscle memory. He’s still not looking.

Only once you start placing little kitten licks up and down his cock, does he stop and ask, “Whatchya doin?” with a soft chuckle. 

You close your mouth and press your lips against the tip, humming a kiss. He twitches in your hand at the sensation of the vibrations. “Nothing,” you smile. The fucker still hasn’t looked at you, but his hands find the back of your head, his fingers carefully web through your hair as you continue playing with him. Entirely passive. 

His thumb starts rubbing slow, absentminded strokes onto your scalp as you wrap your mouth just over the head, sucking gently and flitting your tongue through the slit. 

“Fuck!” his knee jerks at the pleasant surprise. He finally looks down at you, biting his lips and digging his fingertips into your scalp, encouraging you to keep going, “That feels so good.” 

Pulling away, you flatten your tongue and lick a broad stripe along his length, base to tip before taking him back into your mouth. He watches you push down until he’s as far into your throat as you can take, making sure he feels you gag softly around him. 

You’ve got his attention right where you want it as he starts guiding your head gently, whining for more and pushing you down on his dick at a relaxed pace. His tongue sweeps over to soothe his bottom lip, sore from biting it, as he watches himself slide in and out of your mouth. “You look so pretty like that,” he whimpers, holding you far down on him. 

You let him enjoy it for a few minutes – watching you take him and controlling your movements – before pulling away and releasing him. He immediately protests the loss. 

“Don’t watch me, baby, watch your little movie,” you smirk, taking him loosely into your hand and stroking him. He knows he’s not going to get a single thing more until he does as you say, yet he grinds into your palm, chasing your hand with his hips as you move up and down. You can tell he’s already close to finishing by the way the muscles in his thighs tense, and you remove your hand to deny him of it. “Did you hear me?” 

“You liked your movie so much, so watch it,” you sneer. Reluctantly, he follows instructions, fixing his eyes back on the screen. For the first time tonight, it’s the last thing he wants to be looking at right now. “Good boy,” you praise, returning to your work.

You know it’s a form of punishment for him that he can’t watch you while you get him off. He may have a perfect memory, but nothing holds a candle to seeing it happen right in front of him. And, you also know that Spencer can’t keep his eyes open when he cums. He always shuts them tight the second he finds release, mouth hanging uncontrollably open as he hits a high. 

So each time he starts getting close, you can tell by his eyes starting to flutter, and you pinch the sensitive flesh on the inside of his thigh. “Keep watching,” you remind him, and he forces his eyes back open. 

“Please?” he begs. “Please, I wanna come,” his hips strain against your grip on them, “And I wanna look at you.” 

You mumble around him to give him permission, and he wastes no time. The second he gets to watch you, with your lips glistening with spit that trails down to your chin, softly smudged makeup under your eyes, he shoots his release down your throat.

As you pull away, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, catching any drops that slipped away. You gladly draw his finger into your mouth, sucking it clean. “That’s my favorite view,” he smiles, dazed. 

You hum around the digit, releasing it with a lazy smile of your own, “And don’t forget it.” 

[dreamingofaizawa]

Good Kitty

Shouta Aizawa x Chubby! Kitty Hybrid! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18, leave. Thank you.

Warnings: Kitty hybrid reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (?), reader has insecurities, Shouta is soft and lowkey feral?, chubby kink (sorta), reader has a heat for the first time, barely implied virginity loss, a touch of dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author’s Note: This is inspired by @cupcake-rogue ’s fic Not Allowed on the Bed. I got permission to use it as inspo so here we are! Tbh the orignal had me feeling all sorts of feelings because, as a very subby sub that loves to please, I definitely have a praise kink and I WILL CRY if I’m called a bad girl. HOWEVER, Katsuki being the rough-around-the-edges guy he is wanting reader regardless of size made me very happy and warm and fuzzy. 

The premise with this is pretty much the same, except I made reader a kitty hybrid...and of course I wrote for Shouta, love of my life he is. I’m such a fucking simp. I’m not the biggest fan of the ending, but this has been sitting in my WIPs for too damn long and it’s decent enough for me to feel ok posting it.

Also, for reference, reader has black fur regardless of hair color. Reader could be blonde, but still have black ears and tail. That’s just the way I’ve chosen to write this for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m weird like that. 

I think this is the first time I’ve written for a hybrid, so cut me a little slack.

Anywho, enjoy~

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You can’t remember life outside the shelter. You’d grown up here, the caretakers said they’d found you on the street as a nearly newborn kitten and immediately scooped you up and brought you back here. That was a long time ago. Now you sit, waiting, your hopes for getting adopted diminishing with every passing day.

It’s unfortunate, but you still haven’t been adopted. It’s not that you’re bad, you always behave, you make sure you do. But you’ve overheard time and time again the people that gazed down at you and whispered about how you were too chunky, too big and too squishy for a kitty hybrid. And some even called you bad luck. The pitch black fur on your ears and tail warded off many.

Today was just the same as any other day. Wake up, get fed, wait in your room while potential owners pick and choose not you. Adults and children alike would take chunks out of their time to play with you, but they all left the shelter with another smaller cat. It was nearing bed time now, dinner just finished and the caretakers were about to start closing when the little bell on the front door jingled. Someone had just come in. You ignored it all the same.

Two pairs of footsteps began making their way past rooms, whoever it was that had entered smelled good, like coffee and tree bark. A smooth hum accompanied the caretaker’s voice, it made your ears twitch and tail sway gently. Still, you decided to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. The chance of him adopting you was slim, if it existed at all.

As you lay there your ears pick up their footsteps, the lazy set that dragged familiar, the nearly silent set less so. You listened as they came closer, never stopping as the man strode past each room and peered in the windows. You waited for them to pass right by your room, as they had been, but suddenly the footsteps halted. The caretaker spoke first.

“Y/n? You awake?” You let your eyes flutter open and sat up, tucking your legs under you and sitting up straight. They asked the man if he wanted to go in and see you, and he gave a simple nod. When he entered you finally looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, tired and bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, a deep scar curved under his right eye. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, swaying lightly with every measured step he took toward you.

He stopped right in front of you, a large hand stretching out and you give it a small sniff before nudging your head into it, letting him pet your hair and scratch at the base of your ears. It felt nice to be getting attention like this. A small purr sounded in your chest, your tail gently swishing behind you.

“How long have you been here?” His voice is deep and calm, tired even, but it sounds so welcoming. It’s so soothing to your sensitive ears, like a warm blanket. You give a small hum before answering.

“A long time. I don’t remember anything outside this place.” At that he raised an eyebrow, turning to the caretaker with a questioning look.

“Most people look for...specific traits in the cat hybrids. Y/n here is well behaved, a perfect house kitty really,” you purred a bit at the praise, “But she’s a little larger than most. And her black fur wards off the more superstitious.” The man gives a curious hum before looking back down at you.

“Do you want to come home with me, kitty?” The question caught you a little off guard. Nobody really asked the hybrids if they wanted to go with them. You looked over to the caretaker, who nodded their head with a gentle smile, encouraging you to answer. All you could do was give a small nod, and soon you were in the car, on the way to your new home.

He’d told you to call him Shouta. He was nice, always quiet and never got mad. He never smiled, but you supposed that’s just the way he is. He gave you your own room, and always let you rub up on him when you wanted to, taking the opportunity to pet you. Occasionally you got the odd kiss on the forehead when you nuzzled into his neck. Those always made you purr. He never came seeking you out, which was good since there were times you really didn’t want to be touched. 

The longer you’re with him the closer you get, and you find yourself doing things you’d never thought to do before. Sometimes you found the floor more comfortable than the couch, and would kneel down and rub up on his leg, your tail wrapping around his ankle. There were times you’d see his fingers idly drumming on his lap, and you’d lay down and nibble on one with your little fang-like canines. He didn’t seem to mind that little oral fixation, and he always let you do whatever you wanted. All in all, life with Shouta is great.

But today you feel weird. You’d been cooped up in your room for the first hour or so of the weekend morning, not quite wanting to go out and make it known something was off. But it’s gotten abnormally hot, your face and chest especially warm, and between your legs as well. Your panties are beginning to feel damp, your thighs starting to feel humid and sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable. And your tummy is starting to boil, neediness beginning to cloud your mind. This never happened at the shelter.

Reluctantly, you step out of bed onto slightly wobbly legs and peek your head out of your door to see him sitting on the couch, a book in hand and a mug of coffee on the table. His hair is loose, his strong lean body relaxed as he read. The sight of him and his scent made the feeling worse, made your panties and thighs wetter, your chest beginning to heave with your panted breaths. 

“Sh-shouta…” Your voice came out shakier and quieter than you wanted it to, but he’d heard you regardless. He closed the book and peered over at your shaking form in the doorway.

“What is it kitty?” You nearly mewled at his voice, his heavenly smooth baritone sending a shiver down your spine through to the tip of your tail.

“Something’s wrong...I feel weird…” As you tell him about everything that’s happening to your body, he’s dragging his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Soon he’s on the phone with the doctor, you can’t quite comprehend his words, only catching snippets. ‘Help’ and ‘how long’, followed by agreeing hums. It was all jumbled after that, your mind refusing to focus as you leaned heavily on the doorframe, your quivering legs barely able to hold your body.

Shouta’s large hand came up and cupped your cheek, letting you nuzzle into his palm. When had he hung up the phone? He ordered you to sit on the bed, and you obliged, watching as he swept up his hair into a loose bun and strode over, tilting your chin to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He’s so close, his scent overwhelming and making your brain fuzzy.

“You’re in heat, kitty.” Heat...where had you heard that before? Back at the shelter, maybe? It was all a distant, unfocused memory right now. Shouta leaned down and kissed you sweetly, lips melding with yours as you purred and mewled, your tail thrashing behind you. His hands tugged at your clothes until you were bare before him, every inch of you on display. 

“You’re such a pretty kitty, you know that? So beautiful. Lay down for me.” The praise made you purr, made a chill crawl up your spine and your tail flick wildly. You obeyed the command, laying flat in the middle of the bed and he slotted himself between your legs, plunging two fingers into your tight hole. He let out a groan, pumping and scicssoring his fingers to stretch you out. You were already a sloppy mess, loud squelches ringing through the room in between your loud, whiny mewls and panting. 

It felt so good, the heat in your belly burning and tightening until Shouta’s fingers curled up into a spot that made stars dance in your vision. The pressure in your belly snapped hard, your legs trembling as he kept fingering you through it. His fingers slowed when you whined about it being too much, too sensitive. But you still felt hot all over, now it was worse, you wanted something so bad but you didn’t know what.

He got up and undressed himself and you licked your lips at his naked body, scarred skin pulled taut over thick muscle. What stood between his legs had heat spreading like fire through your body. You’d never seen a naked man before. He was quick to return to you, slotting his hips between your thighs and guiding the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds. 

“Relax kitty. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You gave a small nod and then he was pushing his thick cock inside you, groaning at the way your pussy clamped down on him. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he slowly pushed and pumped his hips, cock dragging along your wet warm walls perfectly. Mewls slipped past your lips, high pitched whines and pants like music in Shouta’s ears. 

His hands wandered over your body, squishing and pulling at every piece of you he could get his calloused fingers on. It made you squirm beneath him, your own hands trying to push his away, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head in one strong hand, then went right back to groping your body with his free one.

“I can’t have you stopping me from touching you, kitty.” That’s all he said before focusing back on your body. He tugged at your belly, your sides, every place that was fatty and squishy. He’d never admit out loud how much he loved how soft you are. You’re perfect, plump and meaty, just more for him to touch, to look at, more to squeeze and pinch and pull.

He groaned out as you whined beneath him, tears beginning to clump in your lashes because he just kept squeezing, and he isn’t fucking you hard enough. Your orgasm built slowly with his languid pace, not nearly enough to get you to that peak and you were frustrated because you wanted relief but it wouldn’t come. Shouta picks up on your hips jerking and rolling, trying to get him to fucking move faster. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace and making you whine high and long. 

Tears begin to fall from the sheer ecstasy of it, and he’s realizing how much he loves to see you cry from the pleasure he can give you. With a groan, he’s releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your breasts and biting and sucking at your skin as he pounds you into the mattress. He isn’t normally an impulsive man, wouldn’t let himself let go like this. But for you. For you he’d give in to his lust and ravage you like you need him to.

Your orgasm slams over your body like a tsunami, your muscles locking up and a loud yip ringing from your throat, pleasure making your whole body shake. Shouta let out a hiss, your nails digging into the muscles in his back furiously, but he wouldn’t stop for that. He never stuttered in his pace, just kept ramming his hips into yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and lewd squelches coming from where your bodies are connected. 

You’re overstimulated, throat feeling raw and tears still falling down your heated cheeks as you thrash from another orgasm, this one just as powerful as the last and making your vision spot black. This time Shouta leans back, wrapping a hand around your throat and licking the salty trails away.

“Such a good little kitty for me, so good.” With a few more thrusts he’s spilling inside you, and you can feel the warmth spread in your belly as you lay there, boneless. He lays down on top of you, both of you sweaty and tired and he starts whispering sweet words into your twitching ears.

“So pretty. You’re so pretty, kitten.” 

“Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re all mine, kitty. So good, all for me.�� Tears begin to spill from your eyes for a different reason. Up until now you’d lived your life believing nobody wanted you because there was something wrong with you. You never felt ugly, never really felt like there was something truly wrong with you, but you always felt...unwanted. Unloved. Unlovable. 

But Shouta makes you feel wanted, and loved, and pretty and all the things you always assumed you didn’t deserve. You’re his kitty now, and you’re such a good kitty for him too. He’s showering you with affection that you’d never known before and you’re shaking from all the overwhelming emotions. He can feel your body quivering, leans back to look at you and cups your face in his warm palm.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Why are you crying?” Your nose twitches as you sniffle, which he mildly notes is fucking adorable.

“Do you mean it? Am I a good kitty?” His eyebrows furrow and he rolls the both of you over so you’re on top of him. He’s peering into your big sad eyes as if reading your soul through them, trying to read the emotions you’re feeling, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out what’s racing through your mind. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, his hand coming up to pet your hair and ears.

“Of course, kitten. You’re such a good kitty.” The small reassurance makes you feel warm and happy, your tail flicking softly before curling around both your leg and Shouta’s, the end brushing his skin gently. You can’t help but want to stay with Shouta forever.

[bxcketbarnes]

Place in Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 6700+

Author's Note: So, this fic is extremely long. I apologize in advance. I also hope you guys enjoy it. I'm worried that it's not up to par but we'll see I guess 🥺🥰 It's loosely based on the song Place in Me by Luke Hemmings. Beautiful song. Uhm, slight enemies to lovers which is unusual for me. Let me know what you though!! xox

"Barnes and L/N, you'll be partnering up," Tony states, and your eyes widen a bit before glancing towards the ex-assassin.

You notice Bucky rolling his eyes while crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back in the chair he's sitting in. "Is that the best plan, Tony? We've never worked together," he questions the man.

"That's the whole point, Manchurian Candidate," Tony mumbles while wagging his finger between the two of you. "You two are the only ones who haven't been on a mission together, so."

You stay quiet as the older man sets the debriefing folder in front of you. Your eyes meet his and you notice a certain emotion swimming in Tony's eyes. He raises his eyebrows slightly and you nod your head.

"You two look those over and then get to the quinjet. It leaves in an hour and your asses better be on it," Tony mentions while walking away from the two of you.

Silence fills the room and you avoid looking at Bucky. Your heart pounds in your chest as a sigh leaves the man's lips. You instinctively lift your gaze towards him, seeing his blue eyes already on you.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you look away, clearing your throat. "So, uh, s-sorry you have to work with me," you mumble loud enough for him to hear.

Bucky tsks before standing up from his chair. Your chest clenches when he doesn't say anything to you, watching the super-soldier walk out of the room. A heavy sigh leaves your lips, glancing down at the files in front of you.

"He'll come around," Steve's voice fills the room and you jump slightly, turning in your chair to see the blonde leaning against the doorframe.

You shake your head at his words, tears pooling in your eyes. "I don't think he will, Steve. H-He'll talk to everyone else except for me? I… I don't even know what I did for him to hate me so much," you sigh, your fingers catching the tears that roll down your cheeks.

Steve walks further into the room and lays a hand on your shoulder. You chew on your bottom lip, breathing heavily through your nose to calm yourself. "He's jus- He's got a funny way of showing people he cares. I doubt he hates you, Y/N," the blonde reassures you, giving you a gentle squeeze.

"Coulda fooled me," you mumble before shrugging his hand off of you, standing up from your seat. "I have to go get ready."

You hold the files to your chest and walk out of the debriefing room, making your way to your quarters. Your lip trembles a bit as you continue to think about Bucky and his cold behavior towards you.

Once you're in the elevator, you let out a shaky breath before glancing at the ceiling. Tears continuously glide down your reddened cheeks and you try to shake the memories from your head.

"Let's just get this over with," you sigh to yourself as the doors open up. You pack all the essentials you'll need for the mission,  double-checking that you've got everything before making your way to the quinjet.

You notice Tony standing at the end of the ramp as Bucky walks into the jet, a bag hanging off of his shoulder. "If you truly need to get away from Barnes, let me know okay?" Tony mumbles and you give him a tight-lipped smile, nodding your head in response.

"I should be okay, Tony. Thank you though," you whisper to him before walking onto the ramp of the quinjet.

"You guys got this. I believe in you," Tony reassures the two of you and the ramp proceeds to shut.

You sit as far away from Bucky as you can, fiddling with your fingers for a few minutes before pulling out your headphones. You rest your head against the headrest and decide to rest your eyes.

Bucky looks over at you and wishes that you weren't coming along. In his mind, this mission is way too dangerous for you. You're not a super soldier like him or Steve. You don't have a suit of armor like Tony or Rhodes. You don't have powers like Wanda.

You got your training from Natasha, and sure, Natasha has incredible skills that she learned from the Red Room. But, you're still human. A sigh leaves his lips and tears his gaze from you, deciding to make sure you don't get hurt at all.

-

"Holy shit," you mumble in amazement, looking around the hotel suite that Tony booked for the two of you.

Bucky walks in behind you, not saying anything as he brushes past you. You bite your cheek, your eyes following his figure as the super-soldier makes his way towards the bedroom.

You let out a slight huff of breath, running a hand through your hair. "I thought Tony mentioned there being two beds?" Bucky asks and your eyebrows furrow.

"That's what he said," you mumble while heading towards where he is. "Is there only on-"

"One bed? Yeah," Bucky cuts you off and you gulp, taking a peek into the bedroom to see one bed in the middle of it.

"I-Great," you whisper as the brunette lets out a heavy sigh. "Sorry, Bucky, I didn't-"

Bucky grunts before making his way towards the living area. "I'll take the couch," he states and you slowly close your mouth, the words dying on your lips.

"O-Okay," you whisper loud enough for him to hear, walking into the room you'll be staying in.

You press your lips together before shutting the door, putting some space between you and Bucky. I should've backed out immediately. You think to yourself while setting your bag onto the edge of the bed.

After unpacking your bag, you organize your things so they're easily accessible. You open the file Tony gave you, looking over the schedule of your target. "Aha!" You softly whisper, pointing at the paper while reading how your target generally goes to the restaurant right about now. "I could eat."

You open the bedroom door and step out of the room, looking around for your six-foot-tall co-worker. You furrow your brows at the space, wondering if he's still here or actually left. He'd tell me if he left… right?

Bucky,

I left to go get some food and a little intel on our target. Schedule says he's in the restaurant around this time. See you later.

Y/N

You place the written note near his things so he'll see it before grabbing one of the hotel room keys. You exit the room and make your way to the elevator before pushing the button. The doors open immediately and you step inside, pushing the button to the lobby.

"Hold the door!" A voice shouts and you stick your hand out, stopping the door from closing. "Oh, thank you so much."

"You're welc-" you cut yourself off as you look up at the man, your heart dropping into your stomach.

The man standing in front of you is Gabriel Price, the target you're currently after. The doors to the elevator close once more as the air around you grows thick. "You okay?" He asks and you snap your head up, your eyes meeting his cold ones.

"Y-Yes, sorry. I was… I was stunned by your beauty," you laugh nervously and the man smirks while fixing his tie.

A chuckle leaves Gabriel's lips and he looks down at you. "Well, thank you, darling. You're a sight for sore eyes, yourself," he winks and you bite your lip.

"I-Thank you, sir," you blush, wishing that the elevator would open right about now.

"Please, call me Gabriel," he corrects you before sticking his hand out.

Your eyes glance from his face to his hand before shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Gabriel. I'm Sylvie," you come up with a fake name.

The doors to the elevator open up and you drop his hand before leaving the small space. "I hope to see you around, Sylvie," he grins before walking into the restaurant.

You can feel your hands shake a bit and you let out a deep breath before fishing your phone out of your pocket. You dial Bucky's number, pressing the device to your ear.

"Pick up, please," you beg, your eyes looking around the place to see if the super-soldier is nearby.

When your call goes to voice-mail, you roll your eyes, not even deciding to leave him a message. You slide your phone into your pocket before heading into the restaurant. You notice Gabriel sitting with three other guys at a table near the corner as you walk over to the bar area.

"Hey, can I get some food to go?" You ask the bartender and the woman nods her head before grabbing her pen.

"Of course, sweetie. What can I get ya?" She asks with a smile.

Your eyes roam over the menu and decide to get something small for you and Bucky. "Uhm, can I get the fish and chips and a bacon cheeseburger with fries," you tell her and you watch the woman write it down.

"Absolutely. Do you want to bill that to your room?" She questions and you nod your head in reply, telling her the room you're in. "I'll put it in for you. Should be ready in about fifteen minutes."

"Perfect thank you so much," you smile as she turns to head towards the kitchen.

-

After stealthily watching Gabriel while waiting for your food, you finally make it back to your room. You balance the to-go boxes against one hand while grabbing the room key with the other, unlocking your door.

"Bucky?" You call out after shutting the door with your foot, taking a glance around the room in front of you.

"Yeah?" He mumbles and pokes his head around the corner of the wall, noticing the styrofoam boxes in your hands. "What's that?"

You furrow your brows and quickly wet your lips. "Did you not get my note?" You wonder and Bucky shakes his head. A sigh leaves your lips and you mutter to yourself, "figures."

Bucky picks the note you wrote from the table in front of him as you set the food onto the counter in the kitchenette. "Wait, was he there? The target?" The super soldier asks while walking towards you.

"Yup," you mention and hand the man his food, not meeting his gaze. "Actually met him in the elevator, but you would've known that if you answered your phone."

You brush past him, your shoulder bumping into his as you head towards your room. You stop just before entering the space before turning to face him, feeling the anger flow through your veins. "You know… next time you should just ask for a new partner if you don't want to work with me. No need to be a fucking coward and ignore me. That's how people get hurt, Bucky."

His blue eyes glance towards you just as you slam the bedroom door shut, leaving Bucky to his own devices. The brunette opens the take-out container, seeing a cheeseburger and fries sitting in it.

Bucky's phone rings loudly, snapping him from his thoughts and he pushes himself off of the counter before grabbing the phone.

"Hey, Steve," he answers after checking who it is, pressing the device to his ear.

"Buck," the blonde greets, and Bucky can hear Sam yelling in the background. "How’re things going?"

A sigh leaves Bucky's lips and he scratches the back of his neck. "Uhm, alright, I guess. It's been pretty tense between Y/N and I," he informs his best friend while eating a couple of fries.

"Well, have you tried having a conversation with her?" Steve asks and Bucky furrows his brows.

"I- No?"

"You know, after you left her alone in the debriefing room I stopped by," Steve starts as Bucky sits down on one of the chairs, continuing to eat his food, "and she told me that she's got no clue as to why you hate her so much. So, Buck, what's the reason?"

The super soldier feels his stomach twist a bit, not knowing that's how you felt about his coldness towards you. "I… I'm not sure, Steve. I just- she- I don't know how to explain it," Bucky mumbles and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Figure it out then. You two need to be working together. The hostility between the two of you is going to get one of you hurt… or even killed," Steve reprimands the super soldier and Bucky finds himself nodding in response. "I have to go. Talk to you later."

Bucky sets his phone down on the table before glancing towards your bedroom door. He lets out a deep breath through his nose and continues to eat the food you got him.

You sit against the headboard with your knees tucked a bit, staring off into space. You look towards the alarm clock to see it's just past midnight and you press your lips together before leaning your chin on your knees. Your food grows cold as it sits on the nightstand, your appetite is forgotten after your altercation with Bucky.

Tears pool in your eyes as you run your fingers through your hair. "Why? Why? God, why?!" You cry to yourself and before you know it you chuck your phone across the room.

You hear the device smash as it collides with the wall and you see the screen all cracked. A sigh leaves your lips as you watch the lit-up screen turn black before cursing to yourself.

Bucky quickly sits up at the thumping sound echoing off of the walls, his blue eyes looking around the dark space. His eyebrows furrow as everything is in place and the super-soldier gets up from his spot on the couch.

A frown etched onto his lips when he walks closer to the bedroom door, hearing your cries coming from inside it. Bucky wets his lip and feels his chest clench a bit before he raises his fist to knock on your door.

"Fucking hell," he heard you mutter through the door and Bucky lowers his hand, deciding it’s best to leave you be so he doesn't make it worse.

He swallows the lump forming in his throat before making his way back towards the couch. Bucky lays down under the covers and stares up at the ceiling, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

"Steve's right," he whispers to himself, "I have to fix this."

-

You put your hood up as you follow Gabriel's men down the busy street. You stay a good distance behind them as you can lightly hear their conversation.

Apologies leave your lips as you're weaving through the sea of people, bumping into some of their shoulders as you pass by them. You wince when a burly man bumps into you, your eyes gazing up at the man while pressing your hand to your side.

"Sorry, miss," he smirks and you furrow your brows, mumbling that it's alright.

You stumble around the corner as the pain in your side spreads, removing your hand from the wound to see blood staining your skin. "Shit," you mumble and glance back to see if you can find the man that bumped into you.

Suddenly, your mouth gets covered by someone and you let out a scream as they drag you into the ally beside you. They throw you on the ground before another starts to kick your stomach.

"Don't fuck with us," a man growls and grabs a fist full of your hair, lifting you before shoving you against the brick wall.

Heavy pants leave your lips as the man's fist connects with your face. Pain fills your body as you double over, a couple of gaps leaving your lips.

"P-Please," you beg as another man takes a swing at you, blood dripping from your lips.

Your head gets pushed back against the wall as the older gentleman leans close to you. "Should've thought about that before following us, sweetheart," he snickers before gripping your cheeks. "I'm sure someone will find you."

You don't get a chance to say anything before the man smashes your head against the building. Your eyes roll back into your head as you get punched once more. The man lets go of your body and you drop to the ground as you become unconscious from the beating.

"We'll find her later, let's go."

Bucky knocks on your door in the hotel room, eyebrows furrowed as he hasn't heard from you all day. "Y/N?" He calls out your name before opening the door, peeking his head into the room. He walks into the room and sees the place empty. "Shit."

He pulls his phone from his pocket and dials your number. Bucky presses the device to his ear before walking back out into the main room. C'mon, c'mon. He thinks to himself while pacing in front of the couch.

A sigh leaves his lips when the call goes to voice-mail, his vibranium hand rubbing through his hair. The next number he dials is Steve's, deciding to tell the blonde what happened.

"Hey, Buck, what's going on?" Steve answers the phone.

"Y/N's missing," Bucky states, feeling his body start to panic at the thought of what could've happened. "I-She was here in the middle of the night and she hasn't left her room all day, so when I went to go check, the room was empty."

The brunette sits down on the edge of the couch, leaning his elbow on his knees. "Okay calm down. Did you try calling her?" Steve asks and Bucky scoffs.

"Of course I tried calling her, Steve. I'm not a complete idiot," Bucky mumbles.

"Goddamnit, Bucky. None of us can head out there right now. So, you need to get out there and find her," Steve informs him and Bucky nods his head in response, standing up from the couch.

Bucky goes to speak when the door to the room opens and you stumble inside. "She's here. I-I gotta go," the super-soldier breathes, hanging up before Steve could say anything.

You wince while shutting the door, leaning on it for stability. "Bucky," you whimper as he rushes over to you. You fall into his arms, your hands gripping his shirt tightly.

"Hey, hey, what happened?" He mumbles softly while leaning down to pick you up bridal style.

Bucky gently kicks the bedroom door open before walking into the room, setting you down onto the bed. His eyes roam across your body, seeing the bruises and cuts on your face. The brunette notices dried blood on your hand and his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Fuck," Bucky whispers after seeing blood on your shirt. He picks up your shirt to see a wound in your side, his fingers grazing over your skin.

He walks into the living space, grabbing everything he'll need to patch up your wound. Bucky feels his phone vibrating in his pocket as he wipes the alcoholic pad across your skin.

"Hey, Steve," the super-soldier answers his phone, putting it on speaker before setting it on the table beside him.

"She okay?" He asks immediately and Bucky swallows thickly.

"Uhm, not exactly. She looks like she got the shit beat out of her, and she got stabbed," he informs the blonde.

Bucky runs a hand over his face after patching up your stab wound, turning his attention to your face. "Shit, Bucky. Okay, I'll let Tony know and tell you what he says," Steve mumbles and Bucky nods his head in response.

The phone hangs up and Bucky shuffles towards your upper body, grabbing another alcohol wipe. "God, I'm so sorry, Y/N," he sighs while wiping the dried blood off of your face. "I'm gonna need you to pull through this, alright. I need you."

Bucky throws the bloodied wipes away before gently stroking your cheek. He pushes himself off of the floor and grabs a glass of water and some painkillers, setting them on the table beside your bed.

His fingers glide across your forehead, pushing some of your hair out of your face. "Please come back to me."

-

A groan leaves your lips as your eyes flutter open. Your vision clears and you see Bucky sleeping beside your bed, his arms crossed over his chest. A small smile comes to your lips as you attempt to sit up a bit, wincing slightly.

Bucky jumps awake at the sound of you, his blue eyes meeting yours. "Y/N, hey," he whispers, pulling the chair closer to you. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been hit with a truck," you chuckle while holding your side.

"Here," he mumbles and moves to grab the pills and water beside you, "take these." You mumble a quiet thank you before taking the medicine from him.

You notice his nervous behavior as Bucky sits back down in his chair. "Bucky, I'm fine," you tell him after swallowing the liquid, setting the glass down. "Nothing I haven't handled before."

A sigh leaves the brunette's lips and Bucky runs his fingers through his hair. "It doesn't matter if you've handled it before, Y/N. You went out- on your own- to follow a dangerous man and you could've been killed!" He exclaims with a huff of breath.

"Well, if you were capable of working with me, Bucky, then I wouldn't have to do it alone! Don't you see that I'm trying?! I'm trying so hard to be civil with you, but you don't budge. Probably would've been better if I died. Then I wouldn't have to subject myself to your coldness every fucking day," you practically scream, your chest heaving rapidly.

Bucky's eyes soften at your words, his heart hurting a bit when you said you'd rather be dead than deal with him. "I'm sorry," he whispers loud enough for you to hear and your head turns to look at him.

"You're sorry? For treating me as an outsider for over a year?"

"I… Look, Y/N, I don't have a good reason for my behavior. I wish I did, I really do, but can we start over?" Bucky stutters and hesitantly grabs your hand.

Your heart flutters in your chest as his flesh hand grabs yours, seeing the sincerity in his blue eyes. "Can you stay with me?" You mumble, your fingers interlacing with his.

Bucky smiles softly and nods his head. You smile at him, feeling him squeeze your hand. The sound of your hotel room door opening catches Bucky's attention and the super-soldier suddenly gets up from his chair.

"Buc-"

He covers your mouth with his hand while bringing a finger to his lips, silently telling you to stay quiet. Your eyes widen as talking from the other room finally hits your ears.

"Stay there," Bucky mouths to you and you nod your head, your hands gripping the covers.

Bucky stealthily walks towards the bedroom door, pressing his ear to the wooden structure. "The tracking device says she's here," a man states and Bucky furrows his brows. Tracking device? "Check the bedroom."

Footsteps grow louder and Bucky quickly makes his way back towards you before lifting you off of the bed. Your arms wrap around his neck as the brunette quietly hides the two of you in the closet.

Your fingers stroke the back of his neck soothingly, keeping your gaze on his face the whole time. You notice his jaw clenching as Bucky focuses on the sounds around you.

"She's not here. She must've found it and left it behind," a different voice proclaims, another agreeing with the statement. "Let's go. We'll let Gabriel know."

You swallow thickly as Bucky's eyes meet yours. You can feel his breath fan your face, realizing the distance between the two of you is closer than you thought.

"Is it clear?" You whisper and Bucky gently sets you onto your feet.

"Hold on, let me check," he mumbles while his hands grip your waist, making sure you're steady before releasing you. "You good?"

You nod your head in response and Bucky's hands slip off of your waist before slowly walking out of the closet. You run a hand through your hair as you wait for the super soldier to come back.

"It's clear, c'mon," Bucky tells you and holds his hand out for you to take.

You wince a bit while walking out of the closet, grabbing ahold of Bucky's hand as he leads you back towards the bed. "Did he say something about a tracking device?" You ask him and Bucky nods his head in reply.

You lower yourself onto the bed and think about the event of yesterday. Bucky's eyes meet yours, watching your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Can you think of when they might've placed a tracker on you?" He asks while crouching in front of you, resting his hands against your thighs.

"I…" a short gasp leaves your lips as you remember a guy smirking at you after stabbing your side. "No way…"

"What?"

You pull your shirt over your head and Bucky's eyes widen before looking away. "My stab wound," you whisper.

Bucky snaps his attention to you as you take the bandage off of your side, exposing the wound. "Shit," he mumbles and lifts himself off of the floor. "If you can grab a towel and lay on it. We have to get it out."

You nod your head as he leaves the room. Another wince leaves your lips as you walk into the bathroom, grabbing a fluffy towel from below the sink. When you enter the bedroom again, Bucky stands at the edge of the bed sorting through the different utensils.

"This is gonna hurt," he informs you as you lay back on the bed, one of your hands gripping the sheets.

"It's okay," you whisper while nodding your head.

Bucky gives you a small smile before kneeling beside the bed. Your chest heaves rapidly as the super-soldier re-opens your wound. His blue eyes flit up to your face as you stare at the ceiling, trying to keep your mind distracted.

"I'm going to dig around to try and find the device, alright?" He reassures you and you nod your head, swallowing the lump in your throat.

Bucky's flesh hand rests on your stomach, feeling his thumb gently stroke your skin. Two of his vibranium fingers dip into your stab wound, a hiss leaving your lips at the uncomfortable feeling. "B-Bucky-"

"I'm sorry," he apologizes as the metal fingers move around. "It'll be over soon."

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down harshly. A cry escapes your lips as Bucky's fingers travel deeper, tears pooling in your eyes. Sadness fills Bucky's eyes as you whither beneath his touch, wishing he could find the damn tracker faster.

Bucky's brows raise when his metal fingers graze against something cylindrical. "I got it, doll," the nickname slips out and your heart flutters in your chest, turning your head to face him.

His eyes are already on you, seeing the concerned look swimming in the baby blues. "Agh! Bucky-" you breathe out as the device scrapes along the inside of your skin.

"Sorry," he whispers and manages to pull the tracking device out without hurting you anymore, crushing the tiny object between his vibranium fingers.

You take deep breaths as the super-soldier quickly gets up so he can replace your bandage. You keep your gaze on Bucky the entire time as he tends to the wound. "You're pretty," you whisper, not being able to stop the words from leaving your lips.

Bucky looks up at you through his lashes as he releases a small laugh. Butterflies swarm around your stomach as the man leans forward to press a gentle kiss to the fresh bandage, your breath hitching in your throat.

"You're prettier. Let me get you some water," he mentions before leaving the room once more.

He thinks I'm pretty. You think to yourself as a smile comes to your lips, bringing your gaze back to the ceiling.

-

"Tony, you don't get it. They know someone's after them. I think we should hold off until they're less suspicious," you hear Bucky talking in the other room. A sigh leaves your lips, the argument continuing on as you inspect the bruises on your face in the en suite.

You wince at the tenderness, rubbing the arnica ointment around your left eye. "Look, Bucky, the best I can do is move you to a different room and extend the mission. We can pull out on this now. We're too close," Tony says before hanging up the phone.

"Fucking hell," Bucky mutters as you leave the bathroom. You walk into the living area to see Bucky throw his phone onto the table before plopping onto the couch. "He's not letting us leave."

"I heard," you sit beside him, tucking one of your legs under the other, "I mean he's right in a way. We're so close to capturing this guy. I should've been more careful, I'm sorry."

The blue-eyed man glances towards you, leaning against the furniture. "It's not your fault. You were just doing your job. It's my fault that I made you believe you had to do this yourself," he mentions and you press your lips together.

"Well, good thing we're starting over, yeah?" You ask and Bucky's eyes widen, his lips parting slightly. You chuckle softly at the shocked look on his face and gently press your fingers against his chin, shutting his mouth.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, sorry," Bucky whispers, running a hand through his hair.  You watch as he glides his tongue across his bottom lip, low-key wishing you could taste his lips. "So, we should probably figure out which room Tony moved us to."

You and Bucky proceed to make your way to the lobby and talk to the reception desk, hoping the billionaire already called to make the arrangements. You keep an eye out as Bucky talks to the woman, your fingers drumming along the mahogany desk.

"Ah, yes, I just got off the phone with Mr. Stark. Here are your new room keys," she says with a smile, and Bucky politely thanks her while taking the keycards into his hand.

"C'mon," he mumbles and hesitantly grabs your hand, his blue eyes looking around the place.

Your eyes widen upon seeing the elevator door opening, a few men you recognize standing inside of it and you push Bucky towards the wall.

"Y/N-"

"Kiss me," you whisper and his blue eyes widen as he looks down at you.

"W-What-"

"Public display of affection makes people uncomfortable," you state, remembering Natasha mentioning that if you were ever in a sticky situation.

Bucky wets his lips and nods his head in agreement. "Yes, they do…" he trails off and you let out a huff of breath.

You grab a hold of his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you lean on your toes. Bucky places his hand against the wall, stabilizing himself as your lips connect with his. His vibranium hand grips your hip, a short moan escaping his lips as your fingers card through his hair.

Your heart flutters in your chest at the feeling of his soft lips. It takes Bucky a few seconds before he starts moving his lips against yours, deepening the kiss. You hear the men muttering to themselves as they walk past the two of you.

"Fuckin' kids," one of them grunts.

Bucky leans forward, pressing your back against the wall as he pulls away slightly. You keep your eyes closed and you breathe heavily as his nose nudges yours lightly.

"Are they gone?" He whispers against your lips.

You flutter your eyes open and look over his shoulder, seeing them walking out the main doors of the hotel. "Y-Yeah," you mumble, causing the brunette to take a step back. "Sorry about that, I just… didn't know what else to do."

Bucky shakes his head, mumbling that it’s alright. He reaches for your hand again, leading you towards the elevator. You chew on your bottom lip as the two of you stand in the elevator in silence, feeling the tension between the two of you thickening.

“Why don’t you head to the new room and I’ll work on transferring our stuff?” Bucky mentions and you nod your head in response.

“Sure,” you mumble and grab one of the room keys from his hand, watching the muscly man step out of the elevator. “I’ll see you up there.”

After a short ride up a couple of more floors, you step out of the elevator before heading towards your new room. Maybe one with two beds this time. You think to yourself while placing the key into the lock. You step into the room and let out a gasp, seeing rose petals everywhere. “Oh, no,” you mumble and shut the door quickly, trying to gather as many petals as you can. “What in the actual fuck, Tony. I swear to God,” You mumble to yourself while rolling your eyes.

The door handle to the room begins to turn and you rush towards it, opening it just a smidge. Bucky glances down at you with a concerned look as you try to find the right words. “What’s going on?” He asks you and you press your lips together. “Y/N?”

“Just… don’t take it out on me, okay?” You whisper and Bucky furrows his brows as you fully open the hotel room door.

Bucky’s eyes widened after seeing rose petals everywhere, causing him to curse under his breath. “I’m going to kill him,” he states and a chuckle leaves your lips.

You grab your bag from the hallway before shutting the room’s door. You watch Bucky aggressively pick up flower petals from the floor and furniture. “Maybe this was the only room available,” you chuckle while heading towards the bedroom.

“I doubt it,” he mutters bitterly as you open the secondary door.

“Oh, come one,” you groan as you notice the large king-sized bed sitting in the middle of the room. “Bucky!”

“Yeah?” He calls out, hearing his footsteps grow closer to where you’re standing. You glance over your shoulder and see his lips part in disbelief. “You’re joking me,” Bucky sighs before rubbing his fingers against his forehead.

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and wet your lips. “I’ll take the couch this time,” you tell him and Bucky glances down at you.

“Y-You have bruised ribs, Y/N. I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch,” he mentions and you shrug your shoulders in response.

A sigh leaves your lips as you slap your hands along your thighs, turning to face Bucky. “Well, if you’re willing to deal with me… you can sleep in the same bed. I don’t mind,” you shyly tell him, feeling your cheeks flush. You begin to panic when Bucky says nothing and you clear your throat, scratching the back of your neck. “O-Or you don’t have to. I just wanted you to be comfortable.”

Bucky’s blue eyes soften at your words as he watches you walk further into the room. The man wets his lips before running a hand through his hair. “We can share,” he mumbles loud enough for you to hear.

“A-Are you sure?” You stutter, your eyes meeting his and the brunette nods his head in response. Bucky gives you an awkward smile and you let out a tiny giggle, taking a step towards him.

“What are you laughing about?” He huffs and you bite your lip, bringing your hands to his face before lifting the sides of his lips. Bucky playfully rolls his eyes and swats your hands away from him.

A genuine smile graces his pink lips and your heart flutters at the sight. “There’s a real smile,” you tell him, both of your cheeks heating up. “Should do it more often, Bucky, it looks good on you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Bucky whispers before walking out of the room to gather his things.

-

“Okay, so, I managed to gather some more intel on Gabriel,” Bucky mentions while walking into the bedroom. The super-soldier grabs the laptop Tony supplied him before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

You lift the ice pack from your ribs and glance down at the bruised skin. “As good as I can be, I guess. It still hurts to bend over a bit, but I manage,” you chuckle as Bucky glances over his shoulder, seeing the purplish skin. “What’d you find out?”

“That he’s got a business meeting in the restaurant later tonight. Turns out the man he’s meeting has ties to HYDRA,” Bucky informs you while typing out what he discovered.

Bucky closes the laptop after finishing the report, making sure it is sent to Tony before fully turning the device off. Your eyes watch him gracefully move throughout the room, feeling a bit useless after getting attacked over twenty-four hours ago. “Do you need help with the meeting?” You ask him and the super-soldier shakes his head. “Buck-”

“You still need to heal, Y/N. I got this,” he mentions, and you sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“Can I at least be on comms when you go? I'm tired of just sitting here and doing nothing," you bargain.

Bucky doesn't answer you while pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it on the chair that sits in the corner of the room. "Fine, you can be on comms," he mumbles and you grin as then throws the covers back before getting on the bed.

"Thank you, Bucky," you whisper as the super-soldier lays on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

He turns his head towards you, his eyes noticing the fading bruise under your eye. He shuffles so he's laying on his side before reaching his vibranium hand out. Bucky notices how you don't flinch, seeing the smile steady on your lips as his metal fingers glide across your under-eye.

"Does it hurt?" Bucky whispers and you shake your head.

His eyes flicker down to your lips for a hot second before meeting your eyes again. "Have you ever kissed anyone before me, Bucky?" You ask him as you shuffle a bit closer to him.

You notice his cheeks blush and you teasingly smile at him. "I- No," he confesses and you tuck your lip between your teeth.

"C-Can I ask you a serious question?" You whisper, feeling his breath fanning your face. Bucky nods his head against his pillow, feeling a bit nervous about what you're going to ask. "Why do you hate me?"

A sigh leaves his lips as his blue eyes flutter shut for a few moments. Bucky wets his lips before sitting up, leaning his back against the headboard. You sit up as well, keeping your eyes on him as you notice the gears turning in his head.

"I don't hate you, Y/N. I really don't. I just… I guess I was jealous of you. I mean," Bucky pauses and slaps his hands against his thighs, "I don't have a good reason for being cold to you. Steve's right, you know? I do have a hard time showing my feelings."

Bucky's hand gently grabs yours and strokes the back of your hand. "It took me getting hurt for you to realize," you mumble softly and Bucky's chest clenches.

"I'm sorry that I let you down. I was so apathetic and I know it's pathetic, but I'm going to be here for you here on out," he exclaims and the corner of your mouth lifts into a small smile.

"Promise me?" You whisper as Bucky brings his free hand to your face.

His blue eyes search yours for a few moments before gently kissing your lips. "I promise you."

You rest your forehead against his, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as your heart pounds wildly against your chest. Bucky's hand slides along the side of your throat before resting on the back of your neck. Your lips meet his again while running your hands along his torso.

The kiss didn't last long before the two of you lie back down, your head resting on his chest. "You'll always have a place in me."

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[skinnyducky]

unexpected visits // v.h.

I got this idea from a movie (She's Out of My League). This scene in particular was one that nearly made me piss my pants and I knew I had to write something similar to it. I just really wanted to do something so kooky and funny and I felt this definitely fits that. I categorized this as fluff but idk. N E ways, here it is. Hope y'all enjoy it!

link to part 2

Word Count: 1420, slightly edited

WARNING: sexual themes, heavy make out session, language (once again...I think), mention of alcohol, and a very flustered vinnie

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You threw your head back in laughter as Vinnie had cracked another joke. You two had just left your date at BOA Steakhouse and due to the night being so great, you decided to invite Vin back to your apartment to hang out. Granted, you had no intentions of giving him the goods, at least not yet. You didn’t want to rush into that with this relationship. With so many of your previous relationships, you’d give it up and then they’d leave. You didn’t want that with Vinnie. Hell, you at least wanted him to meet your parents before any of that.

“You are a mess,” you giggled, stopping in front of your apartment door.

“Eh, I try to not to be.” He replied, making a funny face.

You rolled your eyes and pulled out your keys. You fumbled a bit before finding the key to your apartment. As you opened the door, you immediately dropped your bag and headed straight for the kitchen.

“You want anything to drink? A soda or water?” You asked, opening your fridge. “I think I may even have a White Claw or two.”

“Just a water’s fine.”

You nodded and grabbed two waters. You watched from behind the kitchen island as he glanced around your apartment, admiring the décor.

“This is a really nice place.” He gasped. “It’s even nicer than-…”

He stopped mid-sentence, staring at the horse of a dog that stood right before him. He gulped and backed away as the male Doberman began to growl at him.

“What the hell is that?” Vinnie asked, holding his hand out in defense.

Giggling, you walked out from behind the counter. “That’s Mac. I’m watching him for a while until my family gets back from Puerto Rico.”

“Oh wow,” Vinnie replied, “he’s got some teeth on him.”

“Yeah, you should sit down. He hates when people stand up; makes him antsy.”

Vinnie wasted no time taking a seat on your sofa. Mac took note of this and laid down. Taking your place on the sofa next to Vinnie, you passed him his water before taking a drink of yours. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, not knowing what to do or talk about. That was until you grew tired of the quietness and decided to make a move. You leaned in close to him and grabbed his chin to make him face you. The two of you stared deep into each other’s eyes, slowly moving in closer until your lips brushed against each other, but before you could get any closer, you pulled back.

“Wait…wait,” you breathed. “I’m really want to, but I don’t wanna move too fast, y’know?”

“No, no…I get it, I totally do.”

“Believe me, I want to so bad, but…I just don’t want you to leave.”

He furrowed his brows. “Wha-…Why would I leave, Y/n?”

“Because everyone else does. Every time I meet someone nice, I get pretty generous and give it up within the first couple of days and then never hear from them again. I just don’t want that with you.” You explained, cradling yourself.

Vinnie sighed, wrapping an arm around you. He gave you a comforting smile and pulled you into his side.

“Y/n, I like you so much, I didn’t even think it was possible to like someone so much. So, regardless of whether or not we do anything, I have no plans on dipping anytime soon. Heck, I tend to be pretty generous too.”

You smirked to yourself. Never once has someone made you feel so secure, so warm inside. You knew Vinnie was definitely the one, and you also knew that you wanted him here and now. Without a thought about, you straddled him—much to his surprise. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before attaching your lips to his. As expected, the kiss was better than you ever could’ve imagined. All you could focus on was how amazing his lips felt against yours. It was like they were sculpted for each other. Not to mention, his were so soft, it made you nearly faint at the slightest touch.

His hands gripped your waist tightly, causing you to whimper in pleasure. Your lips then found their way to his cheek, to his jawline, and then ended at the base of his neck. He groaned and moaned, wrapping his muscular arms around your frame. You continued to nip at his neck, all while steadily grinding in his lap.

“Oh my god,” he breathed against your ear. You mentally smiled at this and kept up with what you were doing.

Poor Vinnie felt helpless against you. Never had been with someone who could make him feel the way he felt with you. It was as if he was merely nothing but putty in your hands. And he like it.

He swallowed a large lump in his throat, feeling himself nearing the edge as you proceeded to roll your hips. He couldn’t help it, he knew the longer you worked your magic, the sooner he would burst.

And that’s exactly what he did.

Though, as he practically creamed his drawers, the doorbell rang. You immediately stopped what you were doing and hopped off of Vinnie. To his dismay, he glanced down at the crotch of his jeans to find a small dark spot. With a groan, he tried rubbing his hand against it, hoping the spot would go away.

You were completely oblivious to what was going on with the boy. You had adjusted yourself and then ran to open the door, revealing none other than your grinning parents.

“Mom, dad!?” You squealed as they pulled you into a hug.

Vinnie nearly lost his shit as he heard those names leave your mouth. What the hell could your parents be doing here, especially at this hour of night. “This can’t get any worse,” he thought to himself.

“I thought you guys weren’t coming back until tomorrow?” You said as you led your parents into your living room.

“Well, we were but your father’s job called, and we had to leave earlier than expected.” Your mom spoke. Her eyes went around the room before landing on Vinnie, who now sat cross-legged on your coach. “Y/n, who’s your little friend?” she smiled.

“Oh, this is Vinnie!” You laughed.

Your dad stepped up beside you sticking his hand out at Vinnie. “Y/f/n Y/l/n,” your dad greeted, obviously trying to intimidate Vinnie.

Instead of getting up to shake his hand, Vinnie remained seated with his arm out. The distance between the two wasn’t small enough for him to reach, and knowing your dad, he wasn’t about to move. Once Vinnie figured this out, he retracted his arm and shook his head.

“U-uh, nope. I’m not really a, uh, a handshaker. You know, germaphobe and all of that.” said Vinnie. “I’m sure you guys are uh…tired and worn out from your flight. You should, um, take a seat and…stuff.”

You and your family stared at the boy in confusion for a minute. After a few seconds of awkward silence, your mom took a seat at the end of the couch.

“Germaphobe.” Your dad huffed to himself, sitting next to Vinnie.

You contained your embarrassment—not only for Vinnie, but for yourself—and sat down in the armchair. Vinnie began at attempting to make small talk, hoping that he could still win your parents over, but that was cut short when Mac found his way over to Vinnie. The large dog began sniffing at the stain as if he was smelling a homecooked meal.

“Oh no, Mac.” Vinnie whined.

You and your family watched in bewilderment as the dog proceed to growl during his sniff session.

“Mac.” Your dad said, snapping at him to get his attention.

Trying to push Mac away didn’t help either in Vinnie’s case; Mac was too determined to get to the bottom of what he was smelling. So, doing the only thing he could do, Vinnie stood up onto your couch and stepped over your parents. Reaching the end, he hopped off and turned to look at the frowning couple.

“I, uh…thank you for having me. This has been really great.” He said, turning to look at you. “Goodnight.”

And with that, the boy rushed out of your apartment, nearly tripping over himself along the way. You could do nothing but look at your parents with a worried grin.

“That’s, uh…that’s Vinnie for you.” You chuckled.

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Summary: What about the people who don’t really care much for supes?

*written before meeting Jensen’s live action Soldier Boy.

Characters: Soldier Boy x unnamed female character/female reader (1st person)

Warnings: explicit

Words: 1300

ANs: thank you @stusbunker @brrose-apothecary​ for the pre-read and sanity check.

Back in October 2020, I read an article with Kripke where he said he was basing live action Soldier Boy off John Wayne:

“... one of these guys that’s been around for decades of Vought history. And he was Homelander before Homelander, so he’s from a different era, but he’s got the ego and the ambition — it just comes across in a different way because he’s from a different time.”

Kripke also said that he was a jingoist and a womanizer. I might explore those aspects with these characters at some point as well.

berm

/bərm/

a flat strip of land, raised bank, or terrace bordering a river or canal.

● a path or grass strip beside a road.

● an artificial ridge or embankment, e.g., as a defense against tanks.

Thirty minutes ago, I was sitting on a berm behind the bar where I work five nights a week, smoking a cigarette and trying to calm down. I find that I’m angry a lot these days — global pandemic, Facebook, animal cruelty, Homelander; not to mention some people just can’t wear a fucking mask or wait their turn, but I digress.

Not even a quarter of an hour after bumming a cigarette off me, the only man I’ve met in months who knows how to say please or thank you had me tucked into the alley with my back against the wall. It took him a fraction of that time to get my pants down my legs and twisted around one of my ankles.

Now he’s on his knees with mine hooked firmly over his thick, broad shoulders while his splendidly bearded face and labor-worn hands work wonders between my legs.

“Fuck,” I whisper, pushing my fingers through the thick mass of soft, dark hair on top of his head.

Thus far, he’s proven to be incredibly proficient, so I’m counting the seconds until he makes me come.

“Language,” he scolds, hugging my thighs tighter so he can pull the seam of my cunt open further. He exposes my puffy clit before delivering a sharp suck.

I gasp and buck my hips against his face. He chuckles through a moan and swipes his tongue through my slick.

“Now, now, babydoll,” he soothes just as he crowds tighter into me and doubles his efforts.

He talks like he’s from a bygone era. The timbre of his voice reminds me of history class video footage from WWII. Except, I don’t recall Walter Cronkite making me feel anything like this.

He makes me wanna say his name, cry about it, and beg. “Please, John.”

“Oh, I like that.” He enunciates every word, painstakingly. “Begging.” A puff of air wafts over my exposed clit and I clench before he intently presses and flutters the flat breadth of his tongue against the swollen bundle of nerves.

“I don’t-” I heave for air as he slips and twists a finger up inside me then brushes his lips across my clit, back and forth, gentle like a summer breeze — until I finally pop.

I have no words that aren’t nonsense or filth, so I let loose a strangled groan as I throb tightly around his thick middle finger.

“Knew I could get more out of you than foul language.”

He eyes me with a reprimand, so smug and proper that it makes me want to scratch his eyes out.

John stands and settles my feet to the concrete before dipping in to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips and smell myself in his beard, but there’s something else underneath that makes me shiver.

He quietly coos against my lips, “Cold?” before slowly and deliberately pressing the length of his hot, hard body up against mine. I’m trapped between walls of muscle and brick, respectively.

I draw a deep breath in search of his scent. “Could warm me up.”

“Hmm,” he rumbles in my ear and pulls the shell between his lips.

I let my head drop forward and bury my nose in his chest, inhale and exhale. It’s just as I thought, something so familiar but so far gone. John smells like copper, gasoline, and leather. I’d know that scent anywhere.

I can almost taste the ancient grit, wafting from the box in my grandparents’ shed. The damp chill that accompanies decades of conflict brushes my bare skin. My lungs stutter from the cloying scent of my grandfather’s Army fatigues.

“Saw you flip your lid on that mook in there. You wanna take it out on me a little?”

He rears back enough for me to get a look at his pretty face in the moonlight and his hips pin me in place. His eyes shine, jade ringing onyx, framed by thick, dark lashes. Light-colored freckles scatter his nose and cheeks like amber dust and disappear beneath the neat brush of russet-grey whiskers covering his sharp jaw.

John doesn’t look like he’s a hundred years old, but he is.

“Haven’t I already done that a little?” I mutter. I can’t drag my eyes from his bottom lip, heavy and glistening, begging to be sucked.

John hums and nods. “Maybe we take this somewhere we can do more than a little.”

I flick my eyes up to fully meet his gaze, and I realize that I didn’t notice it before when I was so wound up with frustration from the day, willing to take release from anyone to offer it.

Lying in wait beneath the allure of charm and grace is savage.

John’s brow furrows and his lips twist as he tilts his head back and shifts his weight. He slides a knee between my thighs and clucks his tongue.

“What’s that look about, angel? Not having second thoughts, are you?” His tongue dances behind his perfect, white teeth as the cool, blue light from the night sky glints off his incisors. In this light and angle, they look sharper than before.

“Should I?”

John- and let’s be clear, I doubt this guy’s name is John, but- he gives me a look that straddles a line between pity and amusement then he backs up and crouches at my feet.

“You’re going to have to decide that yourself.” His voice rises the way heat always does, smoky and overwhelming.

He gently tugs my cargo pants and underwear back over my boot, and I drop my head back against the wall, fisting my hands at my sides.

The world is a weird place. The part of it I live in is riddled with hostility and injustice, ruled by manufactured heroes, glitz, and glamor. Most days it feels like a bad dream I’ll never wake up from.

No matter how far I run or where I try to hide from these grotesque realities, I shouldn’t be surprised that they keep finding me.

“There.” John works his way back up, sliding my thong in place, muttering about the “flimsy undergarment”, then swiftly fastening my pants and smoothing his meaty hands over my ribcage to adjust my tank top. “Just like new.”

He casually braces one forearm above my head, just enough to the side to demonstrate I’ve got an open window to run or even waltz my way out of that alley.

“Thanks.” I stand straight and as tall as my 5’5” frame will allow and shake my mess of hair out of my face.

“Can I walk you back inside, doll?” he asks without even a fingertip of touch, but I feel his gaze and his voice, scorching and clutching my skin.

“Almost closin’ time,” I mutter, pushing away from the wall and turning to stride away from him. Before I reach the mouth of the alley, he chuckles from behind me.

“That’s not an answer.”

Then he’s blocking the exit with his bulk and heat, smirking down at me like he knows a spoiler for the latest Vought film, but I’ll bet the secrets John has aren’t tasty morsels of entertainment.

“You want me to believe I’m in charge here?” I ask, and he shrugs.

“All’s fair in love and war,” he answers.

We stare for three beats before he licks his bottom lip between his teeth in feigned concentration.

“How about,” he pauses, sidling in closer to set about rearranging my mess of hair. “You go back inside, get your things, tell your friends you’ll see them later.” John rests his hands on my shoulders and examines his work with a satisfied grin then recalibrates his gaze to snag mine. “And I’ll be out here when you’re done.”

I have no way else to answer other than to nod in agreement.

John thumbs my chin before turning on his heel. As I watch him swagger toward a shiny new Cadillac Blackwing, his choice of name finally clicks.

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[writing-wh0re]

I can have one where Peter is a fuck boy and unknowingly slept with Y/N (stark) and they meet at the tower on a group meeting day. (and he in front of the avengers pretends to be innocent). Love you

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Peter Park x Female Reader - Tony Stark's Daughter.

Words: 3,625 - longest I've ever written.

Warnings: Smut18+, Vaginal intercourse, Male and Female Performing Oral, Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Fuckboy Peter Parker, Angst.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this, I took three hours to write and edit this. I got a little carried away with it (I think) and I apologise for it being sooo long.

So far your senior year had been amazing, you were destined to finish top of your class which would make your dad happy and you had also been offered an internship with him, which some of your classmates thought was bullshit but hey, considering you didn’t want to go to some flashy expensive school, you were doing pretty good, even with your dad’s help.

That was until you went out to your first party with your best friend Macie, she thought it was about time you let loose and have fun. You didn’t want to go and had even told your mum and dad who only encouraged you to go out, so that plan backfired. So here you were, standing in Macie’s living room, red solo cup in your hand while dancing with your best friend, happy to have listened to her for once and let loose.

“How do you know this many people?”

Macie shakes her head “I don't know them, they’re Tyler’s friends from his school.” I nod in agreement, looking around the room for Tyler, Macie's boyfriend who is chatting with a guy I’ve never seen before. His brown slightly curly hair, puppy dog eyes and a smile that causes butterflies inside of my stomach. Macie grabs my shoulder, following my line of sight before laughing and shaking her head.

“Peter Parker.”

“Peter Parker” I repeat his name, loving the way it sounds as it falls from my lips. “He’s fucking hot.”

Macie laughs at me before nodding. “Yeah he’s alright, he goes to school with Tyler. He’s a bit of a ladies man but I don’t know too much about him.”

“He’s into science and technology?” I almost feel bad for questioning the boy's intelligence, judging him solely on his handsome appearance.

“Yeah, Tyler, Peter and a guy called Ned won their last science fair two weeks ago.” Macie informs. “Let's go say hi.” Macie grabs my arm pulling me through the body’s of unknown teenagers before we come face to face with Peter and Tyler.

“Hey babe, we were just talking about you.” Tyler pulls Macie into his side, kissing the side of her head.

My eyes fall to Peter, both of us smiling at each other. I feel my skin fall hot slightly as his eyes wander over my body. I mentally thank myself for wearing my red leather shirt and lace crop top.

“I’m Peter.”

“Y/n.” I smile before hearing someone clear their throat. Turning my attention to Macie, a cocky smirk on her face.

“Tyler and I want to play beer pong, want to join?”

“You’d have to be partners though.” Tyler quickly adds, before walking away with Macie to the table to set the game up, not even waiting for a response.

I look to my side slightly silently asking Peter if he’d like to join.

“I need words Y/n.” I take in a sharp breath at what Peter just said to me.

“Uh, would you, um like to be my partner for beer pong?” Peter licks his lips before smirking at me.

“Of course.” His hand falls to the middle of my back as he guides me to the table Tyler and Macie had just set up. Macie raises her eyebrow at me, causing me to blush and shake my head, knowing exactly what she is thinking.

“Okay so standard rules, but we haven’t decided what the winner gets yet.” Tyler states.

I watch Macie stand on her tippy toes whispering something into Tylers ear causing him to chuckle.

“Okay, the winner has to make out with their team member.”

I sigh at my best friend before nodding.

“Fine, okay.”

“Sound a little more excited.” Peter whispers, flicking his eyes from mine to my lips. I roll my eyes, ignoring his comment as Macie flips a coin.

“Heads.” I call quickly, watching Macie reveal the coin, heads being the winner.

Tyler throws Peter the ball, catching it perfectly in one swift motion.

“Fuck.” I whisper to myself, seeing him smirk slightly. He surely didn’t hear me, did he?

I stand beside Peter as he lines up the first shot, landing the ball into the cup causing Tyler to groan.

“Lucky shot.” Macie mumbles before lining up to take her shot, missing the cup as I pout.

“Awh Mace.” Macie narrows her eyes at me before flipping me off.

I grab the ball, lining up the shot, before I can let go of the ball, Peter’s hand falls to my elbow, his other placed in the middle on my back.

“Lower, otherwise you’ll miss and we want to win.” His warm breath fans my neck causing my heartbeat to pick up. I let the ball slip through my fingertips, missing the cup I was originally planning on but landing the ball in the one behind.

“That’s unfair.” Macie complains before drinking from the cup.

The game continues with us losing our lead, until the last cup for both teams. I take a deep breath, knowing it's my go and praying that I won’t miss this shot.

“Breathe, lower your arm, line it up and sink it.” Peter whispers, his lips against my ear, his hands placed on my hips. I follow his instructions, taking a breath, lowering my arm and letting go of the ball. The room feels like it slows down as the ball bounces on the table, landing into the cup.

“Good girl.”

An uncontrollable whimper leaves my lips which causes his grip on my hips to tighten, feeling my arousal pool in my panties.

“Holy shit, you won!” Macie cheers, clapping her hands as Tyler follows suit.

I don’t get a chance to respond to Macie as my body is spun around, my chest bumping into Peter’s. One of his hands cupping my cheek, the other still on my hip, his lips locking onto mine. I feel my body relax against his lips, putting my arms around his neck deepening our kiss.

Peter smiles against my lips, everyone around us whooping and hollering at our interaction. We pull away from each other, before he leans back in, quickly pecking my lips.

*Optional but I listened to this song while writing this next part*

“I love this song, Y/n come dance.” Macie almost squeals, grabbing my arm and pulling me from Peter’s embrace. “Was that as good as it looked?”

“God yes.”

Macie smiles at me before mouthing the words ‘she got that rich girl la vibe.’ gesturing to me as I flip my hair over my shoulder, laughing at my best friend. Macies hands fall to my hips, swaying to the beat with me, I place my arms around her neck singing the words with her.

Macie goes wide eyed slightly before letting go of my hips, I raise my eyebrow about to protest her actions before feeling a familiar grip. I tilt my head back, resting on his shoulder grinding my ass against his crotch, his grip tightening on my hips.

“Behave.”

I roll my eyes, spinning around in his embrace, without a second thought I lean forward, kissing up his neck before softly biting his earlobe.

“Make me.” I dont have a second to think before I’m being pulled behind Peter, a smug smile on my face. He drags me through the crowd, banging on the bathroom door before pulling me through the door with him.

His lips are instantly on mine, my back against the door, his fingertips running up and down my sides. I grab his wandering hand, placing it on my boob causing him to groan softly. I bite his bottom lip, pulling back as our eyes lock together. His lips fall to my neck, kissing and biting the skin.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

His compliment causes a shiver to run down my spine, my fingers running through his hair, pulling on his curly locks earning a moan from his lips. The warmth of his body leaves mine, grabbing my hips and picking me up, I softly squeal, shocked how easily he lifted me. Peter places me on the bathroom counter, tugging on top as I pull the flimsy lace fabric from my body, his lips instantly kissing my boobs, swiping his tongue across my nipple.

“Fuck.” I hiss, watching Peter pull my nipple between his teeth. Peter kisses down my body, pulling my skirt up letting it sit around my waist.

“You’re dripping for me.” Peter presses against my clit through the fabric of my g-string. I slowly rock my hips up, attempting to get some friction.

“Needy little girl.”

I whimper at his words, feeling myself become wetter by the second. A gasp falls from my lips as Peter pulls my panties to the side, blowing on my glistening heat.

“Please.” I beg, causing Peter to chuckle. He trails feather light kisses up my thighs before licking a stripe from my core to my clit. On instinct my fingers tangle in his hair, my head falling back against the mirror, mouth agape as moans and gasps fall from my lips like water.

“Yes, fuck.”

Peter slides a finger inside of me, causing my pussy to clench around the contact. His lips cover my clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves earning a hiss from me. Peter adds another finger, pumping in and out of my pussy, my hand slaps across my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure. Peter looks up at me, using his free hand to pull my elbow.

“Let me hear you.”

I flutter my eyes closed, Peter’s lips on my thigh, sucking and biting the skin, his fingers still buried deep inside of me.

“I’m close.”

The second the words escape me, I regret them. Peter pulls away from me, standing to undress himself. Without a second thought I fall to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes.

“Naughty girl.”

My hands fall to his pants, unbuttoning his jeans before hurriedly unzipping them. I palm his cock through his underwear, a breathless moan escaping from his lips. I tug at the fabric, having his help to pull it off. His dick springs free, my breath hitching at the size of him.

I take him in my hand, pumping up and down slowly, swirling my tongue around the head. Peter bites his lip, his fingers brushing through my hair, his eyes focusing on my every move. I lick from the base to the tip before taking him fully in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. The sounds Peter makes cause my pussy to ache, his fingers pull on my hair, helping to guide my mouth. I gag around him as he hits the back of my throat, an unholy sound falling from his lips at the contact.

Peter pulls my mouth off him, pulling me up by my arms, placing me on the counter again. I grab his cock, running it up and down my slit, causing Peter to chuckle.

“Someone’s eager.” I simply answer him by positioning his cock at my entrance, hooking my legs around his waist to pull him into me.

I moan at the feeling of him inside of me, his eyes flutter closed at the contact, moaning at the sensation.

“You feel so good.” I smirk at him, watching his eyes flick to where our bodies meet, his thumb brushing against my clit.

I pull Peter closer to me, locking our lips together as he slides in and out of me, deeper with each thrust, causing my body to tingle, the speed of his thumb picking up before slowing right back down.

I pull away from our kiss, trailing kisses down his jaw, running my tongue down his neck, sucking and biting the skin. Peter grips my ass at the contact of my lips, spanking me hard as I rack my nails down his back.

“Just like that Peter.” I whisper in his ear, softly biting his earlobe as he groans.

“Fucking so good.”

I feel the band inside of me tighten, my pussy tightening around his cock.

“Cum for me, come on baby.” My eyes roll back, shocks of electricity flowing through me, holding onto Peter tight. Peter moans against my shoulder, biting the skin before finding his own release.

Before he pulls out, Peter kisses me, holding my face in his hands.

“You’re incredible.” Blush heats up my cheeks as he pulls out of me, hissing at the loss of contact. Peter and I both get dressed quickly, walking back out to the party, moving through the crowd to find Macie and Tyler.

I lock eyes with Macie as her mouth falls open, quickly rushing over to me and pulling me away from Peter.

“You had sex.”

“Shh, don’t tell the whole party.”

Macie rolls her eyes, moving my hair over my shoulder before wincing.

“Have fun explaining that one to your dad.”

I go wide eyed slightly, turning to the hallway mirror and seeing three hickies on my neck.

“Fucking hell.”

Macie chuckles at my expense, pulling me with her to go back to Peter and Tyler. I frown my brows, Tyler now by himself.

“Uh, where did Peter go?” I question as Tyler shrugs. I quickly look around the living room, my eyes landing on Peter watching him slip out the front door without a word.

“Did he just leave?” Macie asks almost dumb founded.

“Guess so.”

“Don’t beat yourself up Y/n, just be lucky you didn’t sleep with Peter, he’s a bit of a fuckboy to be honest.” Tyler chuckles as I feel my body fall cold. Tyler looks between myself and Macie, choking on his drink slightly. “You fucked him.”

“I’m going to head home.” I mumble, Macie quickly pulling me into a hug, walking me to her front door, the same one Peter had just ducked out of.

“You can stay.”

“It’s fine Macie, I want to shower and sleep in my own bed.” Macie smiles weakly at me, pulling me into another embrace. “I’ll text you.”

Macie nods in response as I pull my phone out, calling Happy to pick me up.

--

The next morning I wake up feeling rough, hating that I mixed different alcohol’s and feeling off about having slept with a complete stranger, knowing how unlike me that is.

“Good morning Y/n, your dad would like to see you in the kitchen.” Friday’s voice bounces off my bedroom walls. I groan at the announcement, grabbing a scrunchie to throw my hair up in a messy ponytail. I quickly look over my outfit, sweatpants and a stark industries crop jumper, good enough. I grab a pair of socks before walking out onto the cold tiles.

“Friday summoned me.” I announce walking into the kitchen, seeing my dad and the avengers sitting around the table. “Oh awesome.” I whisper.

“And what time did you get home?”

“Eleven, maybe.”

I open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and sitting on the bench, facing everyone.

“How was the party? You’ll have to tell us everything.” Wanda smiles as I nod.

“Y/n Stark, what is that on your neck?” My dad bellows, standing up and tilting my head, looking at the hickies on my neck.

“Nothing.” I push my dad away as everyone at the table snickers.

“You did tell her to go out and party.” Steve states causing my dad to turn and point at the super soldier.

“Stay out of this Rogers.”

“She’s young Tony, let her enjoy her last few weeks of school.” Nat pipes up causing my dad to tut and sit back down.

‘Thank you.’ I mouth to Steve and Nat as they both smile and nod at me.

“So why do you look like you’re having a meeting?”

“We are welcoming a new member to the avengers.” My dad states, sipping his coffee.

“Right, so why did you want me here for that?”

“Because you haven’t met him yet and you’re both going to be interning for me in a few weeks, thought it might be good to be acquainted.” I nod in response to my dad, taking a sip of my water.

“They’re all waiting for you.” I hear Happy’s voice say as he walks into the room, all of the avengers stand and look behind me, I turn and look over my shoulder, feeling my heart beat pick up, my mouth falling dry.

“Peter.” His name falls from my lips in shock.

Peter’s eyes lock onto me as he swallows harshly.

“Peter, buddy, welcome.” My dad greets him like an old friend, his eyes moving from mine to my dads.

I feel a hand grip my forearm, a gasp pulling me out of my thoughts, I quickly pull out of the grip.

“Get out of my head Wanda.”

“He did this.” Wanda whispers gesturing to my neck, Nat and Steve both looking at me. I hold my finger to my lips, pleading with my eyes.

“How much did you see?” Nat whispers to Wanda. I don’t hear Wanda’s response as my dad calls me over to him. I quickly slip off the bench, Nat with a small smirk on her face. I sigh softly knowing they know.

“You called.”

“Peter Parker, this is my daughter Y/N Stark, she will be interning with you and is typically on our communications for missions.” My dad states as Peter puts out his hand for a headshake, I scoff before accepting his gesture.

“So what’s your ability?”

“He’s Spiderman, isn’t it great to finally put a face to the suit.” My mum says, standing next to Happy. Instantly, everything from last night makes sense, the smirk he had when I whispered, the soft touches, leaving the party abruptly. It all makes sense, he knew what he was doing. He could read me like a fucking book.

“Y/n is very fond of you, she studied your web abilities.” My dad states, causing me to run my hand down my face.

“Ah, well, maybe you should show me what you learnt and I could fill in any blanks.” Peter states, causing my dad to hum in approval.

“Why don’t you do that now while I get paperwork ready for you to sign.” My dad smiles. I feel a hand cup my shoulder, looking to the right and seeing Steve.

“Steve Rogers.”

Peter grabs his outstretched hand, wincing slightly at the grip Steve gives. I slightly elbow the super soldier, knowing Wanda told him what she saw.

“Maybe Banner should go with them, do you want a teenage boy to be left alone with your teenage daughter?” Steve asks, my dad sighs before chuckling.

“Clearly she was with a teenage boy last night, I’m sure Peter here is harmless compared to last night's company.”

I hear Nat and Wanda giggle before passing it off as something else.

“Go.” My dad instructs, I sigh, turning away from him and leading the way to the lab.

The walk to the lab is silent, only my dad’s voice bouncing off the walls asking the group why they’re being weird.

I walk over to my desk, grabbing the file on ‘Web Slinger’ and handing it to Peter.

“Take it.”

Peter’s hand brushes against mine before he grabs the file, sitting in the chair beside mine.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I scoff, shaking my head. “Oh yeah because you gave me time to tell you.”

Peter sighs, putting the file on my desk before pulling my chair closer to him.

“Could have told me beforehand.”

“It didn’t seem to matter, how was I supposed to know who you were?”

Peter stays quiet, his eyes looking everywhere but mine.

“Not like you stayed afterwards for us to actually have a conversation.”

“I had shit to do, people to save.” Peter states, now looking at me dead in the eyes.

“Fine, I get that but couldn’t you give me your number or some way of contacting you?”

Peter once again stays quiet.

“Did you tell them? Because Captain America seems to be protective.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “No, I didn’t tell them. Wanda Maximoff read my mind, guess she told him.” Peter sighs before I continue, “Look, we can just forget it, okay? You’re a part of their team now and we’re just going to have to move on.”

Peter’s hand falls to my knee, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of my sweatpants.

“What if we don’t move on? What if we start something?”

“Peter, I don’t want you to feel you have to start something because I’m your boss's daughter, if you want to forget it ever happened we can.”

Peter tuts, moving his hand from my knee to my face.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I meant what I said last night, you’re incredible” My heartbeat picks up, butterflies erupting inside of me causing Peter to smirk. “I have an effect on you.”

“Cocky arent you.”

Peter smirks smugly, before brushing his lips against mine.

“If you don’t want to try this, stop me.” Peter hesitates for a few seconds before I close the gap between us, kissing him. Peter’s hands move under my thighs, picking me up from the chair and placing me on my desk.

“Peter Parker!” Peter jumps away from me at the shouting of my dad’s voice. “You two have some explaining to do.”

Peter scratches the back of his neck, looking at me as I shrug lightly.

“Maximoff told me, I should have listened to Rogers, but don't tell him I said that.” My dad walks over to us, grabbing the chair Peter once sat in. “I’m listening.”

Peter takes a deep breath before explaining it all to my dad, leaving out a few details as I but in to fill any holes.

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Three in the Morning

— You’ve missed your best friend after not seeing him for over a week. To fix that problem, you show up at his window at three in the morning to fill the Iwaizumi-shaped void in your heart.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader word count: 2.9k genre: college/university au, fluff warnings: intoxication (reader is tipsy hghfjsd), jealous reader at one point, cuddling in bed, tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: written for bnha sanctuary one prompt haikyuu collab! :D a bunch of writers wrote their take on the same prompt “it’s 3am why are you outside my window” and this is the fic i came up with based on it! check out the other amazing fics here u won’t regret it ;) xx sof

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Walking around in the middle of the night just the slightest bit tipsy wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done in your whole college career, but you could safely say it wasn’t the dumbest— Not that it was something you should be proud of.

You and your roommates had just gotten home from a party and, for some odd reason, you had the sudden urge to see one of your best friends, Iwaizumi Hajime, right at that very moment. He had been studying for midterms all week and you weren’t able to hang out with each other like you normally did, causing a Iwaizumi-shaped void that you wanted to fill. (In a strictly platonic way, of course.) 

And when you were half-sleep deprived, half-inebriated, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be rather...impulsive. From ordering too much takeout from any “open 24-hour” restaurant within a five mile radius, to uploading a video of you trying to come up with the perfect pasta recipe, you’ve done a handful of bizarre things during the ungodly hours of the night. But even you weren’t sure what was going on through your mind that convinced you sneaking out of your apartment and heading to Iwaizumi’s nearby was the best course of action while still slightly intoxicated. 

The clock on your phone read that it was only a quarter ‘til three and you quickly shrugged on a jacket and sent Iwaizumi a sloppy “i’m omw iwaaaachann” text before stepping foot outside your door, making sure to shut it silently as to not awaken your roommates who had just fallen asleep. 

As you made your way through your apartment complex, the thought briefly crossed your mind that Iwaizumi might be sleeping at the moment, especially since he had just finished his midterm exams, but you shrugged it off. You would cross that hurdle when you got there. 

And so, when you finally—through some miracle from above—arrived at Iwaizumi’s in one piece, you weren’t sure what else to do other then stare at his half cracked open window. Since he lived on the second floor, it wasn't uncommon for him to leave a window open for air to come through during the hot seasons. 

“Iwaizumi!” you yelled in a quiet whisper, hoping the wind would carry your words into his apartment for you. 

When you received no reply, you pulled our your phone and began to message him. Although Iwaizumi liked to pretend he was an unsentimental guy who didn’t have time to deal with others’ bullshit, it was obvious that was false. He cared a lot about everyone, especially his friends. Maybe even too much. And one of the ways he showed he secretly cared was always having his phone on full ringer in case anyone needed help in the middle of the night— Something that was surprisingly quite common when you were friends with the chaos that was Oikawa.

Would it be mean to use that knowledge to your own advantage and spam Iwaizumi until he replied? 

Maybe. 

But in your defense, you were practically having an emergency only he could help with. You desperately needed your Iwaizumi fix after not having seen him in over a week and there was no one better to help you that problem than Iwaizumi himself. 

Besides, texting him until he wakes up would be better than Romeo-and-Julieting this and climbing in through his window. Trying to scale a building while tipsy was too idiotic, even for you.

Y/N: are u awakeee?

Y/N: wakey wakey 

Y/N: i miss u :(

Y/N: i’m outside ur window wink wonk

Y/N: iwaaa >.>

There was a cacophonous sound of loud text chimes ringing one after the other followed by a deep grunt and stretching sound. You pictured Iwaizumi blearily getting out of bed and checking his phone that he kept across the room (to minimize at-night screen time, he claimed) with a heavy-lidded look on his face. 

After a few seconds of unidentifiable shuffles, you heard a strangled cry of, “What the—?!” before you saw the shadow of his head through the window screen. 

“Y/N?” he asked incredulously, voice still rough and scratchy from having just been awakened. 

You waved, beaming wildly. “Iwaizumi!” 

There was a deep sigh as he cracked the glass open even wider. “It’s three in the morning— Why are you outside my window?” He peered down at you almost stumbling on the spot. “And are you drunk?”

“Barely,” you assured, though you still felt a slight buzz in your fingertips. “I missed you so I came here.” 

“I— What? I mean— Huh?” he demanded, visible confusion in his tone. He rubbed his forehead before correcting himself. “I mean I miss you too. But it’s three in the morning! You couldn’t wait to miss me in a few hours instead?” 

You didn’t know whether to pout because he didn’t grow some Rapunzel hair and let you climb it up to the window and fall into his open arms like you’d imagined, or cheer because he said he missed you too. Blissfully, you chose the latter. “You miss me?” 

“Is that really all you heard?” said Iwaizumi with a snort before shaking his head in defeat. “Come up here. I’ll unlock the door for you.” 

Your face lit up instantly as you nodded, bounding up the stairs of his apartment building and meeting with him face-to-face at his doorstep. 

He had his arms folded over his chest as he waited for you at the entrance and, though he had tired circles under his eyes and still seemed half-asleep, was looking as attractive as ever. Not even the white polka dots on his pajama shorts could talk away from that fact. If anything, it made him all the more adorable. 

“Iwa-chan!” you greeted excitedly, but still careful as to make sure you weren’t loud enough to wake up his roommate. You opened your arms out and he begrudgingly accepted your embrace. (Well, he tried to seem begrudging at least. But you saw his hidden smile as you nestled your chin on his shoulder.) “I missed you.”

“You said that already, dumbass,” he said with a tsk. He patted the top of your head before pulling away from your hug promptly. “You’re cold. Have you been standing outside for long?” 

Pursing your lips, you looked up at him in confusion. “I don’t feel cold.” 

“Because you’re too drunk to register it, probably.” With his warm hand on the small of your back, Iwaizumi ushered you inside and shut the door behind you. “Let’s go to my room so we don’t wake up my roommate, yeah?”

“‘Kay.”

Having visited his place so many times before, you knew it like it was your own apartment— Disregard the fact that your apartments had almost the same exact layout since you lived in the same complex. After sliding off your shoes at the entrance, you led the way to his room with Iwaizumi following closely behind you. 

“Did you go to a party tonight?” he asked, eyes trailing down your body that was clad in an oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks. Iwaizumi took a seat on his bed and patted the spot next to him for you to join. 

Laughing at his puzzled expression, you nodded. “Yeah, but I went to my place to change and get ready for bed,” you explained. “Tried sleeping but I missed you too much and wanted to see your face.”

You climbed onto the mattress with him and wiggled around until you found a comfy spot. The comfy spot happened to be side-by-side with Iwazumi, your back against the wall and cold thigh pressed against his warm one. You rested your head on his shoulder and he lazily drew circles onto your knee with the pad of his thumb. 

Intimacy like this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the two of you— That’s just how things were. He was warm and comfy and good at cuddling, and you liked that. 

It could maybe be considered just normal friendship things you two did with everyone if it weren’t for the fact that Iwaizumi wasn’t typically comfortable with physical touch from anyone other than you. And maybe if you also ignored that you weren’t too keen on the thought of him one day being this close to anyone else. If truth be told, you didn’t like the thought of that at all. 

With a small huff, you hooked your left arm with Iwaizumi’s right, hugging his bicep to you in an almost clingy manner. 

“You good?” he asked, lightly chuckling as he looked down at you gripping onto his side. “Or something troubling you?”

You hummed unsure how to answer. There wasn’t enough alcohol in your system for you to completely spill your guts with know remorse, though being tipsy did greatly increase your likelihood of being loose-lipped. “I’m just thinking about someone else being with you like this.” 

Iwaizumi stiffened, shoulders tensing ever so slightly before he quickly relaxed his muscles again. He prompted gruffly, throat so tight it came out as a murmur, “And?” 

“I don’t like it.” 

He let out a sharp chuckle. “I see.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a smile on his face and you continued on. “You’ve been studying a lot with Sasaki-san lately.”

“Hmm. Have I?” 

You nodded. “You have your biomechanics class with her, right?” 

“Yeah. I guess we studied for the exam together for a few nights.” 

There was a funny feeling in your stomach at the thought of him spending his nights studying with someone that then spiraled to you picturing them being compatible and falling in love and spending the rest of their lives together. You winced, trying to shake it off. You were one of his best friends; it’s not like you had the right to feel that way.

“She’s really pretty,” you said, hoping it would prompt him to talk more about her. Even if you had no right, you still wanted to know—

By now, the laughter Iwaizumi was struggling to hold in bubbled out of his mouth, cutting you off mid-thought. His shoulders bounced up and down and you reluctantly sat up from your position resting on top of him to give him a look of confusion.

“Why are you laughing at me?” you pouted. Your eyebrows were furrowed and the corners of your lips were quirked down, cheeks slightly puffed. 

He nudged your side gently with his elbow. You nudged him back, but moved away before he could retaliate and start a nudge war. “Because you sound jealous and it’s funny.”

“I didn’t say I was jealous.”

“I didn’t say you said that.” 

“I’m not jealous,” you corrected.

“Now that’s debatable.” 

Your cheeks flooded with heat, grabbing a pillow off the head of Iwaizumi’s bed to hide the embarrassed look on your face, seconds away from throwing it at him if he started to laugh any louder. You huffed. You were not jealous. There was no way. You just didn’t like imagining one of your best friends with another person doing coupley things that you only wanted him to do with you. But that definitely wasn’t jealousy. 

(Okay, fine. You were jealous. But you couldn’t admit that to Iwaizumi.)

“That’s just your lack of sleep talking,” you sulked, lying down on his bed with a pillow still over your face. “Go to sleep now.” 

“I was asleep. Until someone showed up at my window unannounced and woke me up.” 

“They sound annoying.” 

He barked out a laughter and you felt the weight on the bed shift. The compressed springs near your feet where Iwaizumi sat released its tension before you felt a dip beside you. You held your breath, the warmth from Iwaizumi’s body radiating onto yours.

While sleeping in the same bed together wasn’t as common as just cuddling, it wasn’t something that was exactly rare. There were times when you came over to watch movies or a television series with him until you both passed out on his bed. And other times when he was feeling stressed or you were feeling sad and neither of you wanted to sleep alone. You knew if you called, he would invite you in. And it was the same if he came to you. 

But that didn’t make your heart beat any less rapidly as you waited in anticipation for Iwaizumi to get under the sheets with you. No matter how many times you fell asleep together, that didn’t stop the rush of nerves and tense air of awkwardness from flooding the room. However, it took just one touch to break the ice and before you knew it, you were snuggling up next to him in complete contentment.

“They’re not annoying,” he said firmly, large hand resting on the curve of your hip. “Actually, I’m glad they showed up even though it was three in the morning and I was running on two hours of sleep from the previous day.” You winced at his words, the alcohol gone from your system by now and you realized the insensitivity of your actions. Still, your stomach fluttered when he said he was glad to see you. “Because I missed them too.” 

You blinked slowly. “You’re talking about me right?”

Through the moonlight from the window, you saw him roll his eyes with a grin. “Is there anyone else you think I’d let into my bed at this hour?” 

“Oikawa.” 

He considered it. “Well, maybe. But it wouldn’t so much be me letting him than him weaseling his way in.” 

You nodded solemnly, as if it made perfect sense. Because it did. “Fair enough. He’s the only other person I’d let into my bed like this too,” you admitted, earning a laugh out of the both of you. “Well, besides Oikawa then, there’s no one else you’d sleep with like this?”

“There hasn’t been since we started college. I doubt there would be anyone to change that. Nor would I want anyone to.” 

For the second time tonight, you felt heat rise to your cheeks and had the sudden urge to turn the other way and stare at the wall instead of Iwaizumi. But he held you tight by the waist so you couldn’t wiggle your way out of his grasp— Which did not, at all, help with the flaming face situation. 

He only wanted you? There was a euphoric feeling in your chest when you realized he felt that way, and you felt the same. 

“Someone’s bold tonight,” you managed to choke out, softly pressing your shaky fingers to the center of Iwaizumi’s chest. You felt the outlines of his toned pectorals beneath your palm and you had to remind yourself to keep on breathing.

“It’s from the lack of sleep. Sorry.” He didn’t sound apologetic. In fact, he seemed the opposite of apologetic when he brought you almost imperceptibly closer to him. If you weren’t so aware of the spatial distance (or lack thereof) between the two of you, there was no way you would have noticed. But you did. And you didn’t mind it. “I don’t have my usual filter.”

“Maybe I like you like this,” you said without missing a beat. Your initial reaction was to be embarrassed about the words that just left your mouth, but when you saw his growing smile, you felt a rush of assurance coursing through you. “I always like you, I suppose.”

“Like me?” he prompted, almost teasingly. “In what way?”

You gulped. Was this Iwaizumi being flirty? 

Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for him to compliment you and occasionally play around— But if you thought your heart would ever be ready for him to actually flirt, you certainly thought wrong. You weren’t ready at all.

“L-Lots of ways,” you stammered out. “But in particular, the ‘I think you’re cute and I maybe want to date you’ way.” 

“Funny.” His voice was a low whisper that rasped in your ear. “I think I like you in that way too.”

“You think?”

“I know.” 

“Huh. Well, if we both like each other in that way…maybe we should…” you trailed off, feelings of timidness suddenly overcoming you. “You know…” 

“Date?” he supplied with a knowing grin. You nodded bashfully. “Tomorrow.” There was an air of promise and sincerity in his tone. “Let’s get some sleep and then when we wake up we can go on our first date.” 

Tranquility spread through your veins as you let out a happy sigh, your muscles growing lax at your calmed state. Although your heart was beating out of your chest at the prospect of actually dating Iwaizumi, his comforting embrace was enough to lull you into sleep. Your senses were flooded with him—his touch, his smell, the quiet sound of his steady breathing—and you realized there was no other place you’d rather be. 

“Are you sure you won’t be too tired from exams?” you said before sleep overtook the both of you. “And from me waking you up in the middle of the night? Which…sorry for that again, by the way.”

“Don’t apologize. It was worth it,” he mumbled, lips brushing against your forehead as your eyelids fluttered shut. “I’ll always be here when you need me. Even if it’s at three in the morning.” 

[wrotelovelytears]

So I have the craziest synastry with this guy I’m obsessed with, like I’m so attracted to him it’s insane (he’s also three years older than me) but I don’t know if he feels the same way about me

My rising sign conjuncts his mars and squares his pluto and eros, my mars squares his Pluto and his mars and sun conjuncts my south node, his lilith conjuncts my venus and his uranus trines my venus. And his mars is also opposite my uranus and my mars trines his venus. Also his mars trines my sun…I don’t know what this means tho.

Does this mean he finds me attractive or am I the one who’s more obsessed???

Just want to start off by saying, obsession with people isn't healthy. It can lead to idealization and at the worst pure infatuation. I always encourage love and I will most of all encourage health versions of it.

But on to the actual answer:

🌹I'm actually glad you mentioned the South Node point. Why because that's where most of the attraction (mural or not) stems from. Your South Node is not only a representation of a past life, but that which you are most comfortable with at your root. The behaviors and actions you automatically default to. And the version of you that will always exist deep inside. Why did I mention all of that because his Sun and Mars reminds you of the actions (Mars) you default to and the self worth (Sun) you find in it. He brings you comfort because at his (current) core and your (absolute) core y'all are the same.

❤I mentioned something about how South Node synastry is more than just a reminder of the distant pass but the very recent one as well in a post. The attraction exists because you feel like he understands you with you doing anything else. No need to aspire to be different because what you are, is what he also is.

🌹And if I'm guessing correctly his Sun might loosely touch your Rising as well. Not only does just understand you, he can also see why others might like certain aspects of you as well. It's a different level of clarity on someone's first/younger persona and their root.

🌹Also you'd have first house synastry with him. That can explain the obsession with him. And honestly he might enjoy it because his actions and ego can easily be justified by you. (Not in a mental health way, I'm not going to touch on that topic). The only warning I have with this is not to get so caught up in him (and him with you), that you can not separate self from him. Especially with the South Node, Mars, Rising and Sun making an appearance.

🌹The Eros square can hint to the more... Obsessive physical attraction you are experiencing. Could even border lust vs love/appreciation. Especially with Pluto in the mix, yeah it's a lusty power based attraction.

🌹Due to the Lilith connection I wouldn't be surprised if he also has some STRONG thoughts and feelings about you as well. You embody the type of feminine (or even femininity, if you don't full align with feminine energy) that he wants. Yes it's your Venus and Venus is our outward and most easily accessible feminine expression (everyone has it, gender literally doesn't matter). Lilith is of course our more taboo/hidden femininity (or that which we are less likely to act upon unless pushed). Long story short-> more psychological based and less physical.

🌹The Uranus Venus trine makes it feel taboo, even if this isn't a relationship like that. Uranus does hint at out of the norm actions/feelings/behaviors. It is also ruled by Aquarius and that's co-ruled by Saturn, so that's were that slight age gap comes into play. People might even comment/notice that because it can be seen as taboo/unusual. (Age gaps only matter if illegal/drastic)

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To sum it up....

The attraction is there on both sides HOWEVER you might be the one more into physically acting on it while he just thinks about it. You fit the ideal in his head and he fits your ideal in the physical.