#and everyone else lives spread around my neighboring state

[freesomebodybyluna]

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[sukunasfourtheye]

Crush on the Captain - Levi x afab!reader

🔞🔞🔞 Minors DNI🔞🔞🔞

Masterlist

Warnings: Smut smut smut, minors DNI DNI DNI. This is pure pure fucking filth. Yoinks.

Contains: face fucking, issa wholleeeee lotta face fucking, implied sub!reader and dom!Levi, mild choking, there is a slap in there so mild impact play, mentions of being used, reader is basically a human fleshlight for Levi

Note from the author: For fucks sake why did I write this this is my very first time writing a fic!?!? What do you guys think!!!??!!!? *insecure* 🥺 I fucking love the idea of being used like a toy to relieve someone’s stress…. I wanted to start off with a simple fic idea to get warmed up. anyway please enjoy and let me know what you think!! :)

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“So. I heard you had a little crush on me.”

You froze, your chest tightening instantly, sheer embarrassment and shock prickling up your spine. You couldn’t control the wave of heat that flushed your face, dusting pink on the tops of your cheeks, completely giving you away to the Captain.

“Uh….? Huh….?”, was all you managed to choke out, but it was more than enough to bring a small smirk to Levi’s usually steady, piercing gaze.

You were wondering why he’d originally asked you to talk in his quarters in the first place. You and the rest of the scouts had been in the mess hall, eating a solemn dinner after a particularly harrowing trip beyond the walls. Luckily there were no casualties, but three of your comrades were badly injured, narrowly escaping being crushed by the insatiable Titans. If it wasn’t for the quick actions of your Captain, Levi, they would’ve been…….gone. The stress, the fear, the constant loss, all weighed heavily on you and your comrades. If there was anyone it weighed most heavily on, it was Levi. Every mission aged him, stress lines etching themselves into the corners of his eyes over time. He may emit a steely aura, but damnit, no one could ever say he didn’t care about his squad. He’s kept awake, night after sleepless night, feeling the weight of his squad’s lives, of humanity’s lives, in his hands.

So when he had briskly walked up behind your bench in the mess hall and shortly stated, “Y/n, my office, now”, your stomach did a small flip in fear of some unknown retribution; his voice was thick with exhaustion, tinged with an edge of something else…anger? No…earnest?… Everyone on the squad could tell he’d been particularly cold the past few days, quietly taking refuge alone in his quarters every night around dinner time. The stress must be getting to him, you thought, as you followed him out of the mess hall.

You blink again in confusion and shock at Levi’s words. Did he just say I had a crush on him?? You had just arrived in his quarters from the mess hall, walking all the way in silence. Once you were both inside, having closed the door behind you, he had blankly accused you of your attraction to him.

Your mind raced. How did he……?? How could he know that? You couldn’t lie- you’ve always been attracted to Levi. Most of the women in the squad felt the same; it was a harmless crush, like one you’d have on your teacher or a next-door neighbor. A fun fantasy to pass the dreary nights, but nothing you’d ever actually entertain; he’s the squad leader. In the split second after he made his accusation, his lips still curled in a slight smirk from your reaction, your mind flips through any scenario in which he could possibly have found out about your little crush.

“What was that? ‘Uh huh?’, you said? Is that a yes?”, he mocked, placing his hand behind his ear jokingly as if to ask you to speak up, clearly finding pleasure out of your exasperated state. “Next time you and the girls get into the wine, maybe think to keep your voices down.” Your initial look of confusion quickly melted into horrified realization as the small smirk spread across Levi’s face even further; he let out a low chuckle, all the while boring his dark grey eyes directly into yours.

Shit, you thought, oh shit…. Your mind flashes back to a rare night of harmless drinking with you and a few of your girl friends in the squad a few nights ago. Spirits lightened from the alcohol, you remember chatting about who they found to be the hottest in the squad.

“Levi! No question…Captain Levi!”, you remember sputtering without hesitation, provoking giggles and claps from the rest of the girls. “Oo, he could get it! Wherever he wants it.”, you added, emboldened by your friend’s response.

You snap out of the memory and to the current situation you find yourself in. “Oh! I, uh….I apologize, Captain. This is….this is a misunderstanding. At the time, I was just……I’m so sorry, I was just drunk….”. You tripped over your words, the red in your face deepening, spreading up over your nose and searing into your cheeks. Your lie was pitiful; drunk or not, you were attracted to him. If he couldn’t tell before, the crimson flushing your face now was a dead giveaway. Despite the fear of retribution you felt was coming for your carelessness, a tiny swirl of desire danced in your lower belly. You silently cursed yourself for being excited that Levi knew you liked him.

“If I recall correctly”, he cuts off your trail of stuttering excuses, “you said I could get it ‘wherever I wanted’. Was that right?” The damn sadist, you silently cursed him. The look on his face was that of pure self-satisfaction. He was outright enjoying seeing you completely squirm under his interrogative gaze. He shifted his weight towards you, and he let out another chuckle as you took an entire step away from him, your back just inches from the now closed door.

It was almost comical how flustered you were. “Ah, a-ah?? No, I—“

“Am I wrong? Are you telling your Captain that he’s mistaken?” His voice was still playful, but he’d added a firm edge to his words, subtly reminding you who was in charge.

The fear of being punished bubbled up again, realizing you could get in big trouble for insubordination. “No! No, that’s not it at all, it’s —“

“So what did you say, then?” He took a small step towards you, one of his eyebrows cocked up slightly, expectantly, almost with a certain play innocence that contrasted with the cocky grin that painted his face as he waited for your response. He knew it: he’d won. “Tell me what it is you said, then, y/n”

The command in his voice coupled with him saying your name left your legs feeling wobbly, your throat closing, nervousness and tension having taken hold of your entire body. You sighed, knowing you had no other choice but to confess.

“I….I said I think you’re cute”, you quietly warbled, looking down at the floor, the wall, anywhere but into his searing stare.

“Nooo no, no, no, thaaaaat’s not what I remember you saying, brat”, he teased in a sing-song voice, shifting his weight even closer to you. He was so close you could feel the heat of his body through his thin crew neck, inches away. You nearly jumped when you felt his hand cup your chin and move your face so you that were forced to stare right at him.

“Tell me what you said.” You were surprised what you found when you looked into his stormy eyes. Where you thought you would find eyes filled with anger and stern discipline, you actually found eyes clouded with intense lust, half lidded yet burning with want, switching from staring deep into your own eyes and your trembling lips. The sensation of having stare at you, only you, while cupping your chin and nearly having you pinned against the wall in his darkened quarters suddenly made your head spin with desire. Your chest swelled with newfound confidence as Levi stared at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

“I…said…that you could fuck me wherever you wanted…… Captain”. The unspoken tension that thickened the room finally snapped. You could almost see a flip switch behind Levi’s eyes, too, and a small devious smile played on your own lips as the addition of the word ‘fuck’ made him ever so slightly flinch. His lips parted and he openly stared at you for a infinite moment, letting your lewd words hang in the silence for what felt like forever.

There was no going back.

“Let me use that pretty fucking mouth, then”, he broke the silence with a near whisper, his voice having dropped a whole octave, thick with lust. Before giving you time to think, his hands reached up to your lips, stroking them lightly before bowing his mouth close to yours. You thought he was going in for a kiss, but instead you were greeted with his warm tongue, giving a skillful lick across your entire bottom lip. You couldn’t help but quietly whimper at the sensation, your hands, with a mind of their own, reaching up to grab Levi’s waist. He groaned himself, giving your lips another lick, rougher this time, needier, before crashing his lips against yours. His tongue forced itself into your mouth as he worked you into a passionate, sloppy kiss. Your mouth was instinctively watering at the thought of Levi using your mouth, making the kiss even wetter and hotter than you could’ve imagined.

Levi’s hand roughly snaked up your hip, along your belly and up your breasts, finally finding its home wrapped around your throat. You whimpered when it reached its destination, moaning into his mouth as he gave your neck a squeeze, still passionately licking and kissing inside your mouth. He closed the gap between your bodies abruptly, jerking his hips flush against yours. You felt his hardness press directly against your most sensitive spot, both of you moaning in unison at the sensation. Fuck, this is actually happening right now, you thought. He roughly grabbed your ass for leverage as he gave another one, two, three dry quick humps into you, huffing into your mouth with each thrust. His movements were filled with need, desperation, becoming less and less coordinated and increasingly aggressive.

He released you from his relentless kiss and stared at you with a wild look of pure desire. “Fuck, I’m gonna fuck that pretty fucking face. Get on your knees.”, he commanded.

The pure filth that tumbled out of his mouth shot straight to your pussy like electricity, every fiber in your being screaming to please him. You would’ve been embarrassed at how quickly you sank to your knees, had you not been so clouded by desire. You looked up at him expectantly, like a puppy, eyes wide, your mouth wet with the commingling of both your salivas.

“So obedient, so pretty”, he mused, unfastening his belt while keeping his eyes locked on you. You couldn’t wait to see him, to taste him, to please him. You started kissing and licking at his growing boner over his pants as he still worked to free himself, drawing a gruff laugh out of him.

“You want my cock in your mouth that badly? Hah….You’re gonna use that mouth to help Captain cum, yeah? You gonna help the Captain come?” The dirty talk that was flying out of his mouth had you soaked, and you mindlessly began grinding into nothing, looking for friction anywhere, anywhere, as the thought of being used like a toy made you so wet.

“Yes Captain, please, I want to help you cum so badly”. He grunted hearing you whine, nearly ripping the last buckle of his pants off and shoving them down to the ground, all while his intense stare nearly bore holes into your head. His dick sprung out of his pants, finally free and rock-fucking-hard, nearly flipping up and slapping his abdomen. He wasted no time. With one hand he fisted his cock and gave a few rough tugs, while his other hand found its way under your chin again, pulling your face up and closer to his cock, your nose lightly brushing up against the shaft. His brow knotted as you watched him jerk himself, getting off on just the thought of stuffing himself down your throat.

“Open that fucking mouth”. He didn’t have to ask you twice, your mouth opening wide, your tongue instinctively licking up his shaft. He moved his hand from under your chin to behind your head, the hand on his dick guiding his tip inside your mouth. He jerked himself while the tip of his dick sat on your tongue, teasing himself even more. The sight had you rabid, as your hand flew to your clothed pussy, grinding your clit into your hand for any type of relief.

“Ha…! Ha…—ah you’re getting off on this, aren’t you? Fuck that’s so hot….”, he hissed. Encouraged, you sloppily kissed the tip as he jerked off, drawing another low groan from him.

“Fuck, I need more”. Without warning, he places both hands on the side of your head and eased his way into your mouth, deeper, deeper, no, now your throat. You could feel his dick pulsating, hot and heavy, as he went deeper, deeper, until the back of your throat was full of his cock. “Shiiiiiiiiit”, he swore, and had to keep himself from cumming right then and there at the feeling of your tight, squeezing throat. Tears prick the sides of your eyes at the sensation, fighting your gag reflex. You reflexively try to back away, but he holds your squirming head firmly in place.

“Fucking take it, take this fucking dick” he growled, as he started to slowly slide in and out of your drooling mouth, rolling his hips to a steady rhythm. “Fuuuck, your mouth is making me feel so good right now, baby”. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled it, forcing you to bob your head on his dick, using you like his own personal flashlight. His head rolled back as he drowned in the sensation, the occasional “ughhh” and “fuuuuck” pouring out of his mouth.

He ripped your head back suddenly, popping his dick out of your mouth, and you looked up at him confused. He bent down to hover directly over you and grabbed your face with one hand, slightly squeezing your cheeks, forcing you to look right at him. “Let me see that pretty fucking face……, ooo….look at you, such a filthy fucking slut for me, aren’t you? Hmm??” He sends a quick, swift slap straight across your face, you yelping in surprise, before grabbing your face and holding it firm once again. “You like gagging on my dick hmm? Tell me. Tell your Captain you like it.”

“Y-yes!”, you stanmer, still catching your breath, “I fucking love it”. Desperate to feel him again, you blindly reach out by touch for his throbbing cock, stroking it while your face is locked in his grip.

He practically hums in response, his brow knitting again from the contact. “That’s a good fucking girl. Such a good girl for me, y/n. Keep stroking me, yeah…ahh…just like that.” He doesn’t break eye contact as you keep jerking him off, faster now, as you see his eyes glaze over with carnal pleasure.

“Ah, fuck..!” His breath hitches as he jerks up into your hand once, almost tipping himself over the edge. He finally releases your face from his hands, stands back up straight, and in a flash, his dick is back in your face, entering your open pout swiftly, this time pumping in and out wildly, fucking the shit out of your mouth.

“Uuuuugh, FUCK, y/n”, he shouts, almost angrily from how good he feels, “FUCK, your fucking mouth is gonna make me cum, ugh—-!”

He pins your head against the wall, totally immobilizing you, letting him use your mouth completely. He gives a few final, rough pumps before his orgasm violently rips through him. His hips thrust forward, his hands fly to your cheeks on either side of your face as shoots rivulets of warm cum into your mouth, swearing explicatives as he does. “AH-, fuck!! Shit, ahh—! Fuck, take my fucking cum, ahh—!”

You swallow every last drop while looking up at him, your clit throbbing knowing you completely satisfied him, emptying all of his desire into you. His forehead was sticky with sweat, a few stray strands clinging to him as he catches his breath, coming down from his high. He stares at you for a moment in silence, absorbing the weight of what just happened. All that’s left is the sound of both of you breathing heavily, stray dribbles of spit sliding down your face.

“Hah. Fuck. That was so hot.”, he sighed. You move to stand up, but he quickly stops you with a light hand on your shoulder. You look up at him, confused.

“Ah- ah, no. It’s your turn.”

[evienyx]

DSMP Citizens POV- Part 1

I've seen a lot of the memes going around, but I'm not funny enough to write that, so here's my addition to the trend :p

This is part one, because I had a lot of fun with this and want to do it more.

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DSMP Citizen POV Masterlist

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Sometimes, it was odd for the residents of the Dream SMP to be reminded of the fact that the constant state of chaos that their server was in was not, in fact, reflective of every server.

"Why did we move here?" One woman in Snowchester whispers to another as the sirens go off for yet another nuke test and they duck down into their bunker.

The other shrugs. She doesn't have an answer. No one does.

Things started out all right, the people supposed. There weren't any wars, at least. Some of those who lived on the server before the Revolution could remember back far enough to tell you about the first true conflict, between Dream, the creator of their home, and TommyInnit, a sixteen-year-old who could yell shockingly loud, even for a teenager. Dream fought against Tommy and Tubbo (yet another teenager), and it seemed to all be in good fun.

Some will tell you now, though, that the signs of tension were already there, and when Wilbur Soot joined, those tensions only escalated.

One moment, things on the server were normal, the next, there was a Revolution.

"Did anyone else hear Dream shouting about 'white flags' this morning?" One person would ask their friends, and receive nods in return. "Anyone know what it's about?"

"A Revolution," one would respond. "Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are starting a new country."

"Oh," the first would hum. "How long until they get completely crushed?"

"Eh, I give 'em a week."

It was only a week, but it did not end the way anyone thought it would. Instead, L'Manburg gained its independence after TommyInnit gave up his discs once he lost a duel with Dream.

"Is the L'Manburg cabinet missing someone?"

"No, I don't think so. Anyway, did you hear that Dream just declared that Eret is to be crowned king?"

"...Can he do that?"

"He's Dream. He can do whatever he wants."

After the Revolution, when the server finally had more than one ruling faction, more than one place to live, things seemed to pick up a bit. President Soot, with Vice President Innit (VP Tommy, the people called him), ruled over L'Manburg, and called it a place of freedom. When word spread to other servers, people came to see for themselves.

And often, they stayed.

It was peaceful, for a while.

"President Soot announced he's holding an election," one man said to his wife one day.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Said it was for democracy." The man snorted. "He and Innit are the only party running, though. Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me."

"Darling, I know you're still salty about losing the war, but there's no reason to talk bad about a child," his wife said.

The man wrinkled his nose. "Still."

It was peaceful during the campaign.

For a while.

Then, though, Quackity announced that he was running for president, with GeorgeNotFound, best friend of Dream himself, as his running mate.

"This feels like a sitcom," one girl says as she watches the debate reruns with her friends.

"At least it's entertaining," her friend replies, shoving popcorn into his mouth.

And, for the people of the Dream SMP, from both L'Manburg and the Greater SMP, it was entertaining.

Until the election results came in, Schlatt was declared the winner, and President Soot and VP Tommy were banished.

"Dude, dude!" One teen says to their friends, running up to meet them on the Prime Path.

"What is it?"

"I just saw Technoblade join the server!"

The arrival of the Blood God shifted something in the people of the Dream SMP. When he joined Pogtopia, the rebellion being led by the two ex-leaders of the country, the people felt something settle within themselves.

All of a sudden, choosing sides wasn't as simple as where you live.

It was what you care about.

As the son of the ex-president burned down the old flag, the people of the Dream SMP, of (L')Manburg and of the Greater SMP, realized suddenly that they had to make a choice.

Without even wanting to, without doing anything to deserve it, they would have to fight.

Some people went to Pogtopia, some stayed in Manburg, some in the Greater SMP. Those in the latter two stayed where they were because they wanted to stay out of it.

It didn't change anything, in the end.

In Manburg, they watched their president (Emperor) fall further and further into alcohol, yelling at his cabinet and talking of expanding into territory that they had no right to.

In the Greater SMP, murmurs of King Eret's attempts to assist the Pogtopia rebels filled the alleyways.

In Pogtopia, people sat and watched the decline of the man that they had all once believed in. As Wilbur Soot slowly devolved until he was no longer recognizable as the man who had once led people to freedom, the residents of Pogtopia ate potatoes farmed by a man famous for his bloodlust and pretended that they were sleeping somewhere warm.

The day of the Manburg Festival, though, things felt better. Other than ex-president Soot and ex-VP Tommy (Wilbur and Tommy, the two insisted. No one listened), everyone, even the rebels in Pogtopia, were invited to attend. The people wandered through the stalls playing games, watching as Soot's son attempted (in vain) to drown Technoblade, buying food, and chatting with people from other factions, friends and family that they hadn't spoken to in weeks.

When the time came for the speeches, before the true festivities were set to begin, everyone was feeling good about the day. People congratulated Secretary Tubbo for a successful event, and offered him small words of encouragement for his speech coming up. The teenager would grin at all who spoke to him, and looked (rightfully) proud of how well he organized and decorated the festival.

Secretary Tubbo gave his speech, and people clapped, and then fell silent as President (Emperor) Schlatt laughed, asked for his Vice-President's assistance, and encased the teenager in a cage of concrete.

And then he called Technoblade to the stage.

And then, in front of the people of the Dream SMP, a teenager was executed in a spray of color that shot toward the sky.

Fireworks rained down on the people in the stands, then, and, regardless of where they were from, the people of the Dream SMP ran.

The Pogtopia ranks grew that day, and a nineteen-year-old who claimed to be a doctor without showing any credentials forced four other people to help her heal VP Tommy after he fought Technoblade in a pit, egged on by a man who once might have called himself his brother.

"How is this kid not dead yet?" One of the helpers asked, looking at the unconscious teenager's face.

"Pure spite?"

The first hummed. "Sounds about right."

One day, a bit after the festival, the people of Pogtopia woke to find Vice President Quackity walking through the ravine as if he owned the place.

One resident was noted to rub his eyes, blink three times, and then say, "It's too early for this shit," before heading back to bed.

A surprising number of people followed his lead.

Finally, the day of November 16th came, when Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit vowed to take their country back.

"I heard President Soot is planning to blow up L'Manburg," one Pogtopian woman mentioned to her friend as they suited up and prepared to fight, as they had signed up to be part of the forces.

"That's stupid," her friend replied.

"Bet you ten diamonds he blows something up."

"Fine."

As the country of L'Manburg blew sky-high, one woman was seen following another, screaming that she wanted her diamonds.

When Pogtopia won the war, the forces from both sides sat outside of the remains of the van as President Soot, VP Tommy, Secretary Tubbo, Dream, Technoblade, and many more, all piled inside to confront Emperor Schlatt.

They emerged fifteen minutes later, and Dream announced to the crowd that Schlatt was dead.

There was no time for the news to sink in, as they played hot potato with the presidency, going from VP Tommy to Wilbur Soot to Secretary Tubbo.

"President Soot is leaving, do you see that?"

"Probably going to the river to celebrate the win, if you know what I mean."

"Literally shut up. Never speak again. I hate you."

As the newly-inaugurated President Tubbo finished his speech, the people felt a wave of relief wash over them. Maybe the server could finally be peaceful once more.

Then, there was the tell-tale hiss of explosives under their feet, and the people ran as the ground beneath them fell away.

Stories of what happened next are conflicting, to say the least.

Words of President Soot dying in the explosion, of him turning the blade on himself, of another man killing him.

"He had wings," people who saw the man said. "Blonde hair, a green hat and robes. He stabbed Soot with the guy's own sword."

Technoblade apparently gave an incredible speech, and anyone who was there to witness it lamented that they hadn't recorded it.

Then, two Withers flew through the sky, and blood ran down the newly-exposed stones, and people who had never experienced death on the server before finally knew what it was like to die.

Afterward, though, when the anarchist had fled and the ex-President lay dead, President Tubbo, with VP Tommy by his side, stood and addressed the people, and made promises of a brighter future, and the hope and determination in his eyes was enough for the people to hope that maybe he was right.

("Whoa, cool wings, dude," a resident of L'Manburg said to their newest neighbor, a man in green with wings, burned across all the feathers, sprouting from his back. "Wait, what happened to them?"

"Oh, I was protecting my son from the explosion," the new resident replied.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Is your son all right at least?"

"No, he died just a few minutes afterward. His last life, too." The man sighed. "As much as I hate to admit it, he probably deserved it."

A beat. "What did he do?"

"Well, you may have heard of him. Wilbur Soot? He was the president here before Schlatt, I believe."

"...Holy shit, you're the bird man that killed President Soot!"

"Yeah, mate, that's me."

"...He was your son?"

"...Yeah."

"...What the fuck is wrong with your family?")

[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

you weren’t supposed to hear that (F! reader)

A collection of instances where your roommate hears you moaning their name whilst your fingers are between your legs. Or your neighbor. Or maybe you walk in on them saying your name. Take your pick 😈

warnings: NSFW, manga spoilers (in terms of what the boys do post timeskip) words: 9.7k (oops)

a/n: wow it’s been awhile since I wrote one of these!! This has been half finished for a while and i finally got the inspiration to complete it. please enjoy!! 💖

Other parts: Kuroo | Sakusa

Ushijima Wakatoshi 

Being Ushijima’s roommate is fairly simple. He’s easy to get along with once you get past his jarring frankness and strict regime. Seriously, the guy never changes his routine; working out at 6am, breakfast at 8, leaving for practice at 9, home at 5, dinner at 7, and in bed by 9 o’clock. He’s a machine, but you don’t mind his predictability. It certainly makes your life easier being able to plan around his tried-and-true schedule.

You saw his ad for a roommate a few months ago when you were desperate to get out of your parents’ house and into the world. They weren’t too keen on the idea of you living with a man, but upon meeting Ushijima, they changed their minds quickly. Neither of them able to believe that stoic Ushijima Wakatoshi would ever lay a hand on you. Plus, the deal was far too good to pass up, he is seriously underselling the room you’re currently renting; and there’s the bonus that he’s frequently absent at away games, leaving the entire apartment for you to enjoy alone.

You learned quickly to keep your mouth shut on who exactly your roommate is, never inviting anyone over anymore in fear of them finding out from the various volleyball paraphernalia Ushijima so sparsely decorates the apartment with. It became difficult for you to tell if people you just met actually liked you, or if they just wanted a glimpse of the infamous Ushijima Wakatoshi and maybe an autograph. And don’t even get you started on his fangirls that he’s so oblivious about.

To your surprise, he was indifferent about having a roommate of the opposite sex. You thought for sure he’d try to ‘keep your honor’ or some shit like that, but all he’d asked you was what your job was to make sure you can pay rent, if you were tidy, and if you didn’t mind being alone. He’d seemed satisfied with your answers, and you’d moved in the following week.

The first and only time Ushijima has someone over, you get home from work surprised to see an interesting looking character standing in the kitchen across from him. They both look up at you, Ushijima giving you a slight nod in greeting while a wide smile spreads across his friends’ face.

“Ushiwaka! You didn’t mention your roommate is that pretty!”

Ushijima blinks as if he’s never considered that about you before, while you chuckle. “Ushi…waka?” You don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone refer to him in such a casual manner before.

The red-head beams, slinging an arm around Ushijima that he surprisingly allows. “Yup, me and Wakatoshi have been friends since high school!”

Now it’s your turn to blink, never having expected Ushijima to have friends outside of volleyball. Especially not ones who call him by his first name. In fact, you don’t even know if he considers any of his teammate’s friends either. He doesn’t spend any time with them outside of volleyball (that you know of) and so far, this is the first person he’s brought to the apartment since you moved in.

“Well,” the visitor nudges Ushijima in the side, who’s expression hasn’t changed throughout this entire interaction. “Are you going to introduce me or what?”

Finally, Ushijima speaks, his deep voice rumbling through your chest as he says, “This is Tendo, we played volleyball together in high school.” He doesn’t show it, but he notices your piqued interest at that information.

“Oh?” You say, “Do you still play?”

Tendo waves his hand dismissively, “Nah, it wasn’t for me. And I’m nothing compared to golden boy over here.”

You try to hide your amusement. This is definitely not what you were expecting from one of Ushijima’s friends. Tendo is rather enjoyable and chatty, much unlike the stone of a man sitting beside him.

“Tendo is a chocolatier in Paris,” Ushijima supplies.

Now you can’t hide your surprise. “Wow! That’s really amazing. What are you doing in Japan then?”

“Just visiting,” he beams. “And of course, I had to see my best friend Wakatoshi-kun.”

“Are you going to his game tomorrow?” You ask, ignoring the way Ushijima’s attention focuses on you. He didn’t think you paid much attention to his volleyball schedule besides when he’s going to be away.

Tendo nods excitedly. “Wouldn’t miss it! You should come too!”

You open your mouth to give some excuse, but then close it again at Tendo’s expectant expression. You bite your lip nervously; in the time you’ve been living with Ushijima you’ve never once actually seen him play. There’s a part of you that avoids it, fearful you might become one of his dreaded fangirls. But you can’t refuse Tendo’s invitation, and to Ushijima’s surprise, you agree to attend.

Clapping his hands together Tendo says, “We get to sit in Ushiwaka’s special seats! Maybe I’ll bring some chocolates for us to snack on…” And when he sees your eyes light up at that, he smiles again, “Chocolate for the lady, done.��

You laugh, and then Tendo is seeing himself out, telling you he can’t wait to see you both tomorrow. And once he’s gone, you can’t help feeling like you don’t know what to with yourself now. Not with Ushijima’s stare boring into your back. After a minute he says, “You don’t have to come.”

And if this had been the first week you’d known him, you might’ve taken that a little personally. But knowing him, he thinks he’s just stating something. He doesn’t see how it can be interpreted as him not wanting you there. “No, it sounds fun! And Tendo seems nice.”

“Tendo is very kind,” he states, and you have to resist the urge to chuckle at him. Ushijima is not a man of words and if that had come out of anyone else’s mouth you would’ve thought they were little strange. But in the months of living with him, despite your limited interactions, you’ve gotten used to his mannerisms.

Looking away from him, you start retreating down the hallway to the safety of your room, but before you disappear you say one more thing. “Plus, I’ve never seen you play.” Then you’re gone, not to be seen for the rest of the night. You don’t see him watch you until you’re out of sight. If you had, you would’ve been shocked by his dumbfounded expression at how the small smile you gave him made his heart stutter for a moment.  

Ushijima has to leave much earlier than you do for the game, but he informs you that Tendo will be by to pick you up and go to the game together. Then, for the first time probably ever, he bids you goodbye and tells you he’ll see you afterwards.

Tendo comes by the apartment a few hours later, sporting an Ushijima jersey and a box of chocolates he asks to hide in your bag. For having just met him yesterday, he easily leads the conversation, asking you all sorts of things—though he seems particularly interested in your relationship with Ushijima. You try to assure him it’s nothing. Really, you aren’t even sure if you can consider Ushijima your friend. Right now, you’re pretty much strictly roommates and that’s it.

When you let it slip that you’ve never seen Ushijima play, Tendo is shocked. “Really? Not even on TV or anything?”

You shake your head. “Nope! I guess I never thought of it.” The lie slips through your teeth easily and Tendo doesn’t bat an eye at it.

Though he does grin telling you, “You’re in for a treat then! Have you ever watched volleyball at all?”

Your regretfully admit to him that no—you’ve never seen a game. You do vaguely remember the rules from high school, but they’re a bit fuzzy now. Tendo tells you not to worry and spends the rest of the train ride to the stadium filling you in on all the aspects of volleyball. And the more he talks, the more excited you get.

When you finally enter the stadium, Tendo is amusingly proud to show off your VIP tickets to be allowed entrance to the special seats reserved solely for Ushijima’s guests. To your delight, they’re some of the best seats in the house and you and Tendo get to work on the chocolates you snuck in while you wait for the game to start. Already the stadium is buzzing with excitement and you can feel your own continue to grow.

Meanwhile, Ushijima hasn’t said a word that he has visitors today. So, it comes as a complete surprise to his teammates when a chorus of cheers erupts from his seats when he enters the stadium. He doesn’t take note of how shocked his teammates are—he’s never had any spectators before. And none of them ever expected one of them to be a girl.

“So, who’re your friends?” Heiwajima asks during warm-ups, nudging Ushijima in the side and motioning his head towards you and Tendo.

“Isn’t that Tendo-san?” Kageyama notes, his own eyes up in the stands.

Without looking upwards, Ushijima replies, “It is.”

Heiwajima rolls his eyes. “Yeah, we aren’t so interested in him as we are the beauty sitting next to him.”

Now Ushijima lifts his attention, eyes drifting to you. He hasn’t told anyone on the team he has a roommate. Not because he has any reason to hide you, but there has never been a reason for him to bring you up. So, he doesn’t think much of it when he says, “That’s my roommate.” And then introduces you.

Everyone on the teams’ eyes nearly bug out of their heads at that information.

“Ushijima, you bastard!”

His brow furrows. Why is he a bastard? You’re just his roommate. And he never lied to anyone about you, nobody ever asked.

“Keeping that a secret from us this whole time!”

He ponders that. He wasn’t really trying to keep any secret. “It’s not a secret,” he says. “You never asked.”

The team guffaws at him and continues to grill him about you until Hirugami claps his hands and tells everyone to focus on the match. They’ll have plenty of time to discuss Ushijima’s secret roommate later. Again, Ushijima tries to explain it you were never a secret, but Hirugami brushes him off and tells him to start spiking warm-ups.

It isn’t hard for him to ignore you and Tendo during the game. He’s used to having nobody here for him, so he just treats it like any other day. It’s nothing special, he’ll play the way he usually does. Meanwhile, up in the stands, you can’t keep your eyes off him. You finally see why he works so hard, and maybe understand him a bit better.

He loves volleyball, you know that—but seeing him in action really drives it home. He’s a machine. Every time he serves or spikes you swear the other team’s arms are going to rip off from the force of the ball. And the sound that ricochets in the stadium when the ball connects solidly with the floor is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. It’s like a clap of thunder rattling your bones and before you know it, you’re cheering loudly alongside Tendo with no qualms.

It’s exciting being here. You can feel your heart racing in your chest each time the Adlers or the other team is at a critical point, and sometimes you catch yourself holding your breath in anticipation for the outcome. You never thought watching a sport could be so thrilling.

And Ushijima is incredible. You suspected as much, but actually watching him for the first time is something else. You can’t help gobbling up the sight of him, his powerful thighs thrusting him into the air when he jumps, his biceps on display when his hand connects with the ball—and above it all, that sharp look in his eyes that sends goosebumps prickling down your spine without your permission. If Tendo notices you shamelessly ogling your roommate at all, he doesn’t comment.

He's oblivious to the fact he’s actually playing a lot more intensely than he usually does. Which some of his teammates never imagined possible. And most of them, besides the clueless ones alongside Ushijima, have a pretty good idea what’s different about this game. Though they can’t pinpoint if it’s just a result of having spectators in general, or if it’s you specifically.

The Adlers come out victorious after four hard sets, winning the first and second, but then having to snag the win in the fourth. You watch as the team gets swarmed by reporters looking for a post-game interview and Tendo tugs on your arm telling you that Ushijima is going to meet you by the locker room. You must give him a surprised look because he holds up the card dangling around his neck with a grin. “VIP, remember?” You giggle and follow him out.

In the locker room, Heiwajima and others try desperately to invite him, you, and Tendo out with them after the game. But he has to decline, you three already have plans. And he doesn’t wait around to see their disappointed expressions as he heads out of the room to look for you and Tendo. He finds the two of you nearby and once you catch sight of him, a smile splits your face in two.

“That was amazing, Ushijima! I’ve never had so much fun watching a sport before!” You gush once he’s in earshot.

“Volleyball is very fun.” He nods as the three of you head towards the exit. Ushijima purposefully avoids the spots he knows he is likely to be ambushed by reporters or fans, opting for a back exit instead that he sometimes uses when he wants to make a quiet escape.

“I had no idea being left-handed was such an advantage! Tendo told me it really throws people off apparently.”

Tendo sneaks him a smile and then throws an arm around his shoulder. “So, where is the great Ushiwaka takin’ us for dinner?”

You end up at a nice restaurant not too far away, and of course Ushijima gets recognized a couple times being this close to the stadium. He politely agrees to autographs and declines photos, seemingly unaware to the fact they’re just taking them secretly when they return to their tables. And while you’re waiting for your food to arrive, you can’t seem to stop talking about volleyball. Admitting that you’ll probably watch a few more of his games from home now and even cover your face in embarrassment when Tendo suggests you get your own Ushijima jersey to wear in support.

It’s then that Ushijima realizes he very much enjoys listening to you talk about what you thought of volleyball. Though he does feel heat creeping up his neck at the thought of you wearing one of his jerseys. All the while, Tendo is sitting beside you smirking up a storm, and Ushijima can’t for the life of him place why.

After dinner, when you’re walking a bit ahead of them and out of earshot, Tendo nudges him playfully in the side. “She’s pretty great, right?”

He looks at your back, expression unchanging. “She’s a good roommate.”

Tendo groans dramatically. “No blockhead—like, she’s pretty great, if you know what I mean.”

He blinks. “Do you want to ask her out?” Tendo can’t help slapping himself on the forehead. Who was he to think that Ushijima has any idea you are available, and he has a very high chance with you?

“Not me,” Tendo spells out slowly. “You.”

“I don’t want to ask her out.”

Tendo’s thin brows lift. “Are you sure about that?”

Tendo doesn’t miss his slight hesitation before he says, “Yes.”

And he doesn’t—you’re his roommate, and a good one. He likes having you around, but not the way Tendo seems to think.

But Tendo isn’t convinced. “Okay~,” he sing-songs before skipping up to loop his arms through yours and make you laugh about something. Ushijima thinks about that for a few minutes, why doesn’t Tendo believe him?

~

When you first moved in, it took a few weeks to get accustomed to each other. But once you figured out his schedule it became a lot easier. You know exactly when to hide in your room if you want to avoid him and when to come out once he’s gone. After going to his volleyball game, you especially try to avoid him during the times he’s walking down the hallway towards the shower, damp with sweat from a workout. Your brain can’t seem to function seeing him slick with the shine of sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead, and a towel draped around his neck—it’s too much for you, as much as you hate to admit.

But one week, you swear he’s on a warpath to make you a stuttering, flustered mess. Despite knowing the fact you’re certain Ushijima has no clue he can have that effect on people, much less do it on purpose. But every single day he’s waltzing around the apartment without a shirt on and while he doesn’t seem to see the problem with it, you don’t think your heart can take it much more.

And it’s the final straw when you see him a few days later, a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin as he saunters across the apartment from his home gym towards the bathroom in the hallway. All while you’re standing dumbfounded in the kitchen trying really hard not to get caught staring at his enormous biceps or the way the shine of sweat accentuates the dips of his abdomen. It’s in this moment you can truly understand why he has so many fans despite his rather stone-like demeanor.

“You have got to put a shirt on,” you blurt when he’s halfway across, knowing this will turn into some dangerous territory if he keeps walking around the apartment half-naked.

He stops in his tracks, his head cocking the only indication he’s confused by your statement. “I don’t want to wear a sweaty shirt,” he says by way of explanation. He doesn’t seem to notice your flustered expression. “I might catch a cold.”

You resist the urge to groan and slap yourself on the forehead. “Fine, then I’m wearing whatever I want around the apartment,” you say, determined to make him realize why he can’t just walk around like that. Though knowing Ushijima, you’ll never get through that thick skull of his.

And as you suspect, he simply replies, “Alright.” Before disappearing into the hallway and the bathroom to take a shower.

You lower your forehead to rest it on the cool countertop, shaking your head at how dense he really is. And you’re beginning to realize you think it’s endearing. While his infuriatingly toned body may be a major perk, you’re starting to see that you like him too. Now you actually groan. You swore this would never happen—not with Ushijima at least. But here you are.

After that, you make a pointed effort to wear the shortest shorts you can possibly find whenever he’s around. And you purposefully pair them with an oversized shirt, so it doesn’t look like you’re wearing pants at all. But if it has any effect on Ushijima, you can’t tell. You can’t help cursing his dumb impassive expression every time you retreat to your room for the night. Seriously—is he swayed by anything ever?

However, Ushijima hardly knows what to do with himself the first time you strutted out like that. He might be dense, but he’s still only human. His eyes naturally span down the expanse of your exposed legs and he has to grip his water bottle like a vice in order to keep it from clattering into the sink when you rise to your tiptoes to grab something from the top shelf. Your shorts ride up even more, hugging the curves of your ass as you stick it out to balance yourself.

You let out a surprised sound when he appears behind you, easily picking up the thing you were vying for and handing it to you without so much as a word.

“I really need a stepstool or something, huh?” You joke, taking it from him gratefully and blissfully unaware he was just blatantly staring at your ass.

He doesn’t say anything, but the next week you find a small stepstool leaning against the cabinets for you.

~

Staring at your phone in your hands, you thank any god listening that you brought it with you. How stupid do you have to be to lock yourself out of your apartment when you’re taking the trash out? Sitting on the floor against your door, you lean your head back on it and let out an exasperated sigh. You already went down to the office for help, they called a locksmith, and they aren’t available until tonight. And by that time, Ushijima will be home from practice and you won’t need the service anyways.

You have several options here. You could call a friend and stay with them until Ushijima gets back from practice, but they all live too far to walk to, and you don’t have your wallet. You could hang out in the apartment buildings lobby until he gets home, but if your phone dies, you’re stuck with nothing to do and no way to contact anyone.

The last option is slowly beginning to seem like your only option: calling Ushijima at practice for help. Burying your face into your hands you groan—you really don’t want to do that. Plus, you doubt he’s going to answer his phone anyways. After you sit there for a few more minutes, you take a deep breath and steel your courage. Leaving a message is better than nothing.

Despite deciding to call him, you still stare at his contact for a few moments before finally pressing the ‘call’ button. It rings a few times, then unsurprisingly goes to voicemail. When it beeps for you to leave your message, you swallow your pride and say, “Hey Ushijima, I know you’re at practice, but I locked myself out of the apartment…and the locksmith can’t come until tonight. If you by any chance get a break, would you be able to let me back in? I’d really appreciate it…sorry for the inconvenience and disrupting practice!”

Then you hang up and slump against the door again. Might as well head down to the lobby to sit somewhere more comfortable than the hallway floor. You turn the brightness down on your phone to conserve battery and resist the urge to just sit in the lobby scrolling through social media to pass the time. If he by some stroke of luck calls you back, you want to make sure your phone isn’t dead.

“Hey Ushijima, your phone was ringing in the locker room while I was in the bathroom. It was your roommate~,” Heiwajima teases. Ushijima slowly looks past his shoulder back towards the locker room door—that’s odd. You’ve never called him before. “And she left a message!” He coos.

Before Heiwajima can make any more comments, Ushijima strides past him to check his phone. They’re taking a short break and he doesn’t see a problem with making sure everything is alright. You wouldn’t have called if it weren’t important. He doesn’t see the rest of the team share suggestive looks behind his back. Before you, Ushijima refused to check his phone during practice, no matter how many messages he had (which are few and far between but still).

Upon hearing your message, he calls you back immediately.

You’re shocked that he’s calling you back within a half hour of your call.

“Uh, hi,” you say upon answering the call. “Sorry for bothering you. I’m surprised you saw my message so fast.”

“Heiwajima heard my phone ringing while he was in the bathroom.”

“Lucky me,” you joke.

He gets straight to the point. “I’ll leave now.”

Your eyes widen. He’s going to leave practice right now to let you back in? “Oh—um, you don’t have to do that! I’m just waiting in the lobby; I can wait until you have a longer break or something!”

“I can come now,” he says plainly. Then he hangs up on you. You sit back in the chair you’re sitting in and huff out a breath speechless. Never once has Ushijima left practice early. And now he’s just dipping out without hesitation because you’re a major idiot? You can’t fathom it, and the little voice in the back of your head that’s been slowly falling for him is absolutely swooning at the thought.

When he enters the gym again, Heiwajima finds him immediately, while the other members of the team look curiously on as he asks, “So, what’d she want?” Immensely interested in the fact that judging from his sweatpants and jacket over his practice clothes, Ushijima looks like he’s about to leave.

“She’s locked out of the apartment,” Ushijima explains as he heads towards the door.

The team looks around at each other surprised. They don’t get another word in as Ushijima explains to the coach the situation and says he’ll be back in less than hour. Then he’s out the door and a few of them start chuckling to themselves, while the more clueless members wonder why in the world Ushijima would willingly leave.

The gym isn’t far from the apartment, so it’s not long until you see Ushijima step through the front doors and sweep his gaze across the lobby. You greet him right away and the two of you get in the elevator. The silence is unbearable for you—though you’re sure he’s completely fine with it.

When you reach the door and he lets you in, you finally say, “Thank you. You really didn’t have to leave practice though; I could have waited.”

You swear his eyes soften, but it might just be your eyes playing tricks on you. He appreciates that you are being considerate for his time, but he found he wasn’t keen on the thought of you being locked out. It didn’t sit right with him. Not when he’s only 20 minutes away. He’ll be back in under an hour, and that’s better than you just sitting out here for several hours.

He just nods his head and says, “I’ll come anytime.”

At those words, that voice inside your head becomes a pathetic puddle and it’s an effort to keep your knees underneath you.

He can’t explain the way his heart lifts at the smile you give him. Stepping backwards into the apartment, you say as you’re closing the door, “See you when you get home.”

Home.

He’s surprised how that word coming out of your mouth makes him feel.

~

Any feeling of domesticity is thrown out the window the morning you’re walking around the apartment in one of his sweatshirts he lent you a few weeks back when you were cold. He’s stops in his tracks in the hallway seeing you in the kitchen at the stove cooking breakfast, his sweatshirt too big for you covering your shorts and just brushing your bare thighs.

Without giving him the chance to quell it, against his will, his dick strains against the front of his sweatpants and he rushes out the door with barely a goodbye in hopes you don’t see it. It doesn’t even go away on the train on the way to the gym, no matter how hard he tries. His thoughts subconsciously drift to the sight of you and how soft your thighs looked. It’s shocking to him how much he liked seeing you in his clothes. It was the same sort of sensation he felt when Tendo suggested you get yourself an Ushijima jersey—only it’s a hundred times worse.

He tries to ignore it, walking into the locker room like nothing is wrong, stripping his sweatpants and jacket off and shoving them into his locker before he looks around and sees Heiwajima staring at him with raised eyebrows. Then his eyes pointedly look downwards before he lifts them to meet Ushijima’s again. “You wanna deal with that before practice?”

“It’s fine.” He’s sure it’ll go away once he starts warming up.

But then his thoughts drift to you warming up and stretching in his clothes. You bending over, his sweatshirt sliding up your chest, revealing more of your ass and thighs as you count to ten. And any sort of effort he’d put forth to settle down is destroyed as his shorts feel uncomfortably tight. What is going on with him? He hasn’t been able to stop thinking of you as of late, and it’s only been getting worse.

Heiwajima just starts laughing. “Seriously dude, nobody wants to look at that all day.” Then he motions his head in the direction of the showers.

Ushijima’s eyes widen, realizing just what he’s suggesting. He hesitates for a moment, but eventually concedes. He won’t be able to play like this. Nobody seems to care as Ushijima grabs his towel and heads off to the showers, despite feeling distraught about what he’s about to do. He’s never really been one for masturbating, so it surprises him how easy it is to let you in his sweatshirt come to mind as he wraps a hand around his cock. And he comes a lot faster than he expects too.

That’s the first time he jerks off to the thought of you. He tries to brush it off as a necessity for him in order to practice well that day, but it soon becomes a terrible habit he can’t stop. Especially when you keep doing things that make him uncomfortably hard. Like still wearing those tiny shorts around the apartment, doing yoga in the living room, showing him your Ushijima jersey you finally ordered online—seriously, never in his life did he think this would ever become a problem.

He hardly knows what do with himself at this new infatuation.

~

Recently, you’ve started going out on dates because you’re beginning to feel this strange tension between you and Ushijima, and you have no idea how to deal with it besides letting some other guy pound you into a mattress while you ashamedly picture it being Ushijima instead. One night, when you’re bidding him goodbye as you’re on your way out the door, he asks you, “Will you be home tonight?”

Your heart stutters a bit at that word. Home. And then you feel disgustingly guilty that he’s noticed you don’t usually come back after these dates. Meaning you think even he can put the dots together on what you’re doing.

But really, he’s asking because what you’re wearing is already making his pants feel tight and even though it makes him feel a little ashamed, he needs to get his frustration out somewhere that you’re out spending the night with other guys. It makes him feel incredibly jealous—an emotion he’s not used to yet.

“Probably not,” you tell him, swallowing your pride about it and shutting the door.

For the next couple of hours, he tries to resist the demon in his head telling him to go sprawl out on his bed and think about you with his hand wrapped around his cock. But even after he makes dinner, works out, and takes a cold shower; it’s still there nagging at the back of his head. And he knows it won’t go away until he’s coming into his hand with your name spilling from his lips. He resigns himself to this becoming something he does now and heads off to his bedroom to satiate himself.

Your date is terrible. He wasn’t like this when you met him at the coffee shop last week, but tonight he must be feeling extra lucky. Enough to let his cocky, asshole nature shine through and you find yourself forcibly smiling your way through dinner. It doesn’t help that all you can think about is a certain stone-faced, stoic, gentleman who’s just sitting there waiting for you at your apartment. And just the thought of letting this guy touch you tonight makes your skin crawl. So, once the dinner is over, you end the date short, blaming it on not feeling well. He looks pretty put out that he won’t be getting his dick wet tonight, but you’re not inclined to care very much.

Unsurprisingly, the apartment is dark when you return. Ushijima goes to bed promptly at 9 o’clock every night, so you weren’t expecting to find him awake. So, you’re stunned into silence when you hear sounds emitting from his room on your way to yours. It sounds like he’s…panting? Is he working out?

Your brow furrows and your curiosity gets the better of you. You know it’s wrong, and such an invasion of privacy, but you just can’t stop your fingers closing around his doorknob, turning it slowly to just get a tiny peek into his room.

Your heart comes to a jarring halt at the sight you stumble upon.

Never, in your entire life, did you think you’d catch Ushijima Wakatoshi masturbating.

It never even occurred to you that is something he might do, not really seeming the type to.

And holy shit—is it a sight.

Your mouth involuntarily dries up at his enormous hand wrapped around his equally massive cock, pumping it from base to tip as his hips work in unison with his hand. His hair is a bit damp, and fuck—his cloudy, lust-filled gaze is making heat pool in your core. Additionally, he’s completely and utterly naked. Who the hell jerks off totally naked is beyond you, but you aren’t complaining as you watch the way the muscles of his abdomen ripple with each movement of his hips and breath he takes.

You could probably stand here watching him do this forever if you’re being honest.  

That is, until your name falls from his lips.

You swear the floor drops out from under you.

At first, you think he’s caught you. But you soon realize that is very much not the case. His hips start shuddering, his pace becoming erratic as he chases his orgasm and you’re suddenly struck by the thought of: you don’t want him to finish without you.

And before you can hesitate, you open his door fully and step into his bedroom.

His reaction is nothing like you imagined from someone who just got caught masturbating by their roommate who’s name not two seconds ago escaped his mouth. Anyone else would have yanked their hand away and scrambled to cover up. But not Ushijima.

To his credit, he does cover himself, but he does so in such a calm manner, you’re shocked. Plus, you can see he clearly still has his hand around his cock beneath the blanket. The two of you just look at each other for a few moments, and after what seems like eons of silence, he opens his mouth and says, “You said you weren’t going to be home.”

Your brows raise, amused he’s chosen that as his defense. “I think I said, ‘probably not’ actually.”

His expression doesn’t change as your gaze drifts downwards towards his impressive erection that somehow has not gone away despite that he’s lying there in all his naked glory caught red-handed.

You lick your lips subconsciously. “Can I help you?”

He wasn’t expecting that. Nor was he expecting the way his dick twitched in his grasp at your words. Or how heat is spreading across his entire body at the way you’re looking at him. Is he really going to let this happen? He’s pretty embarrassed you caught him, but you don’t seem phased at all. To him, you almost look…excited.

You don’t really wait for him to respond, taking the way he eyes you up hungrily as a yes, and stepping further into the room. Tentatively, you start lifting away the blanket he covered himself with, and he seems to be in a daze as you toss it aside, baring him for you to see. Glancing up at him, you see he’s breathing heavily, his pupils blown wide as he watches you—and while he may not be able to tell you with words how he feels, his body is telling you enough.

But you still want to make sure. Settling yourself between his thighs, you set a hand on each of them and squeeze lightly to get his attention. His olive gaze rises to meet yours and you ask, “Is this okay?”

Without hesitation, he replies, “Yes.”

And if you know Ushijima at all, he means what he says.

You get yourself a bit more comfortable between his legs, chastely kissing each of his thighs, finding it immensely ego boosting at the way they tremble at your touch. You make your way to the base of his cock and lick one stripe up to the tip. He groans quietly at the sensation, realizing his hand will never be enough again.

His fists curl into the sheets beneath him as you take his head into your mouth, and you fail to suppress the quiet groan that emits from you at how heavy he sits on your tongue. Your mind immediately wandering to what he might feel like inside you—if this goes that far, that is. His eyes haven’t left you, watching you intently as you take more of him into your mouth, the weight of his heady gaze making heat pool between your legs.

Steeling your confidence, you hold his stare as you take nearly all of him into your mouth and start bobbing along his length. A barely audible hiss escapes him, the muscles in his arms straining with how hard he’s fisting the sheets. Yet, you still have his rapt attention, and it makes you want to make him feel so good he has to close his eyes and lean his head back against his pillow.

The thought of having Ushijima Wakatoshi a puddle beneath you makes your thighs clench together. An action that surprisingly doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

In a matter of minutes, you’ve made him throw all qualms out the window and you soon get your wish of seeing him let go. His eyes close, head leaning back revealing the strong column of his neck, and his hips start to move in tandem with your bobbing motions. A guttural groan escapes him when you hollow out your cheeks, and the sound rumbles through you before adding to the growing ache between your legs.

You can’t imagine he’s even close to reaching the end of his stamina, but you are certainly losing patience. So, you pop off his cock, and start making the motions to undress so you can finally fulfill your fantasy of riding him.

He startles you by lifting himself to rest on his elbows, his deep voice filling the silence, “Wait.” You pause, your dress already halfway off. He sits up and pulls you into his lap, completely unbothered by the fact your clothed core is now sitting directly atop his prominent erection. “Let me,” he says so softly you think you might combust.

His hands replace yours, and he gingerly unzips the back of your dress and starts sliding it off your shoulders, each inch of newly exposed skin met by the soft press of his lips. You have no idea if he’s ever been with anyone before, but whatever he’s doing is making your insides scramble and burn. His movements are slow and meticulous, like he’s savoring each touch are you’re positively melting in his lap.

Eventually, you have to stand up to shimmy the dress down your legs, but he sits at the edge of the bed waiting patiently before his large hands rest at your hips and pull you back into his lap. Now you’re looking down at him, so you lean down and press your lips against his.

He’s somewhere else entirely—heaven, maybe, as you kiss him. Your lips are soft, body pliant and warm against his as his fingers dig into the plush skin of your hips. He groans involuntarily when your fingers slide into the hair at the base of his neck, tilting his head so you can kiss him even deeper. You’re pleasantly surprised when his tongue darts out questioningly and you happily open your mouth for him.

I’m doomed, you think as his tongue sweeps in at the same time he uses his hands at your waist to grind you down onto his hips. He feels absolutely huge beneath you, and you have no idea if he will even fucking fit inside you. “Fuck…Wakatoshi,” you breathe. His fingers grip a little harder at your voice saying his name like that, but you’re too dazed to notice what it does to him. You continue, “Fuck me, please.”

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and for a moment you think he’s going to comply with your request. Instead, he murmurs, “Not yet.”

You almost pout, but then he’s unclasping your bra and lifting you to set you down on the bed. He doesn’t waste much time ridding you of your underwear next, and you have to resist the urge to cover yourself as he stares at you with a near predatory look in his eyes. “You’re perfect,” he says, clear as day and you feel heat course through your veins at his words.

He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world to him right now. The intensity of his wanton gaze making you squirm beneath it until he lays his body over yours, the comforting weight of him pressing against your skin as he takes your lips again. He elicits a moan from you, his fingers dancing along your sides and his tongue sweeping into your mouth, making you nothing more than a trembling mess underneath him.

His lips leave yours, but he slowly begins trailing kisses along your jaw, down your neck and across your collarbone; almost as if he’s worshipping every inch of your skin before he reaches your breasts. He takes both of them into his enormous hands, the callouses of his fingers scratching along the supple flesh, making your back arch into his touch. Pressing a chaste kiss to your sternum, he rolls your nipples between his fingers, all while keeping his steady gaze on you. And you have no idea how the simple action of him just teasing your nipples while pinning you with those olive eyes is so unbelievably erotic your head begins to feel light.

And then he takes one of them into his mouth and you about lose your goddamn mind. How the fuck does he know exactly what to do? In the time you’ve known him you’ve never once seen him be even remotely interested in anyone. But at this point, you’re well past the point of caring how he learned his way around a woman’s body.

His tongue laps at the pert bud, all while he keeps his meticulous pace on your other nipple before turning the attention of his mouth to it. Without thinking much of it, your fingers dive into his hair, curling into the strands as he continues his worshipping. Though it does pull a deep rumble of pleasure from his chest that goes straight between your legs.

“Wakatoshi,” you pant breathlessly, chest heaving, desperate for him to do something about the growing ache at the apex of your thighs.

This time, he seems to heed your words. He pops off your breast and wanders with his lips down the expanse of your stomach, his hands finding purchase at your hips as he settles himself between your thighs. Your thighs tremble in anticipation as he presses soft kisses to each of them, fingers kneading your hips and pulling you closer to his mouth.

Never in your life did you think you’d have Ushijima Wakatoshi between your legs, looking for all the world like he’s about to devour you.

He groans as he slides his tongue between your folds, drunk on how wet you already are. And despite the fact his cock is throbbing almost painfully and leaking on the sheets, he knows to take his time. If you want him to fuck you, he has to make sure you’re ready for him.

You throw your head back, fingers fisting into the sheets as a lewd moan escapes your throat that only makes him bury his face even deeper into you. His tongue finds the bundle of nerves at the apex and sweeps across it, moving in small circles that have you finding purchase in his hair to keep him there as you move your hips in unison with his tongue.

A loud gasp fills the air as one of his thick fingers enters you, the ministrations of his tongue not stopping as he slowly pumps it in and out of your core. He’s kept his attention on you this entire time, his gaze never wavering as he watches you fall apart at his mercy. And he finds he’s thoroughly pleased at how easily his finger slipped into you, enough that he tentatively prods another one at your entrance that after a moment slides in without any resistance.

It’s so satisfying that he buries his face even deeper, his tongue pressing harder against your clit as you fuck yourself on his fingers. At the sensation of his second finger, your own find purchase in his hair, babbling utter nonsense that if you were in a clearer state of mind you might be a little embarrassed about.

“Please,” you beg, desperate for his cock inside you, “fuck me Wakatoshi. I want you inside me.”

He nearly falls apart at your needy request, but he isn’t finished yet.

You continue to plead with him, until you abruptly feel the absence of his tongue and you look down to find him staring intensely at you. Your throat clams up at his smoldering gaze as he says simply, “You aren’t ready.”

Your mouth drops open as you blink in surprise. Is he joking? Are you not frantically fucking yourself on his fingers right now, desperately asking for him to be inside you? How can you possibly be anymore ‘ready’?

“What are you talking about?”

Now his eyes drop, and very quietly he murmurs, “I’ve been told I am…quite large.”

“By who?” You blurt.

All he says is, “Others.”

You decide to leave it at that, your attention traveling to his erect cock, it pulsing so hard you can almost see it and dripping from the tip. You swallow nervously trying to imagine that going inside you. Ushijima just watches you eye him, his two fingers still knuckle deep in you, which he seems to have forgotten about as he angles his head in question. “Do you want to keep going?”

Warmth blooms in your chest at his concern. “I would very much like to,” you reply, smiling innocently at him, despite the fact the position you’re in is very much the opposite of innocent.

And the answering small smile he gives you makes your stomach flutter. It’s so soft and dazzling, it nearly knocks all the breath out of you. He presses his lips to your inner thigh, smiling against your skin, and all you can do is stare in awe of him.

Then, as if remembering where is fingers still are, he drags them slowly out of you, his mouth latching on to your clit once again before sliding them easily back in. Soon, he’s got you writhing on his fingers once more, toes curling and your own fingers gripping onto his bicep you can feel flexing with each thrust of his hand.

He waits a bit longer, until his fingers are soaked with your wetness again, before tentatively prodding a third finger at your entrance. He stifles his groan against you when he finds that it slips in along with the others effortlessly. Particularly as the grip you have on his biceps tightens, nails digging into his skin and eyes flaring open at the new sensation.

“Fu—fuck,” you mewl, holding on to him for dear life as he continues his slow and methodical pace. At this point, you’re practically shoving yourself onto his fingers, wanting him to fuck you deeper and trying to match the pace at which his tongue is flicking against your clit. The sensation becomes overwhelming, your thighs starting to tremble with the effort to not come around his fingers and mouth.

“Wakatoshi, please—I’m going to—,” you try to warn him, nails digging so hard into his arms that you’re leaving small crescent indents in his skin. He doesn’t stop though, not until you’re practically sobbing, “Let me come on your cock, please.”

That seems to be his undoing. His fingers and mouth abruptly leave you, eliciting a small sound of discontent from you. But you quickly shut your mouth at the sight of him leaning over you, aligning his hips with yours, one massive hand palmed around his cock as he pushes forward.

When the head of his cock sinks into you, a strangled gasp rips from your throat at just how utterly massive he is. Instinctively, your fingers wrap around his wrist to keep him from going any deeper as you say, “Slow.”

His brow is furrowed in concentration, as if it’s taking all of his willpower to keep from snapping his hips forward and sinking to the hilt in you. “Of course,” he growls, his voice taking on a deep tone that makes your toes curl.

And inch by glorious inch, he pushes deeper into you. His forearms coming to rest on either side of your head as he takes your lips to distract you from him nearly splitting you wide open. You tug him closer, fingers tangling in his olive hair, slanting your mouth against his and slipping your tongue inside which he gladly allows.

Eventually, his hips meet yours, and he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours, his toned chest rising and falling with the deep breaths he has to take in order to keep his sanity. The feeling of your tight walls clamping down around him is enough to make him hiss through his teeth, “Shit.”

The word alone makes heat pool in your core. Ushijima Wakatoshi never swears.

“Holy fucking shit.” You correct him. He’s seated fully inside you and you’ve never felt so full in your entire life. Your legs splayed out to either side from just how big he is, and once glance down confirms his thick thighs are shaking with the effort to be gentle.

He just shakes his head at your crass words, then pulls out slightly before ramming his hips back into yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him close to you, your chest meeting his and his head finding the crook of your neck and he begins slowly. And while you’re very much enjoying each of his careful, deep thrusts, you very much would like to be pounded into his mattress. You’re certain he can.

You wonder if he’ll dirty talk with you.

Running your fingers through his dampening hair, you whisper against his ear, “You feel so good, Wakatoshi.” He merely responds with a kiss against your neck and a small approving growl that makes you keep going. “You know what I thought about anytime I was in someone else’s bed?” He makes no indication whether or not he likes you talking to him, so you press on. “This,” you murmur, “You.”

He stops, and for a second you think you’ve gone too far. But then he rises from your neck, and you swear to god—you almost come on the spot at the carnal glint gleaming in his eyes. Like he is about to utterly and completely destroy you. Your entire body buzzes with anticipation as he finally draws his cock almost all the way out of you before driving his hips home in a way that sends you into total euphoria.

His pace becomes brutal, his hips punishing, wordlessly making you realize it was a mistake for you to ever think anyone but him should be between your legs. It was pure luck you stumbled onto something you didn’t realize—he was immensely jealous every time you came home in the morning, clearly having spent the night with someone else.

It drives him so wild that he growls against your lips, “You’re mine.”

The words are so deliciously possessive, you can’t help the way your walls tighten around him, nor how your legs wrap around his waist and start helping him with each thrust of his hips.

“Yours,” you say, lips brushing against his. His hands wander down your sides, fingers digging into your hips pulling you even closer so that there is virtually no space between your bodies. He’s resting almost his entire weight on you, and his warmth and build is so strangely erotic, the coil in your stomach winds tighter and you can feel your impending orgasm begin to climb.

He cages you in his arms, hips never relenting, seemingly chasing his own release. His quiet grunts of pleasure are going straight between your legs, and you can’t help but start exploring the expanse of his exquisitely toned chest pulling an even deeper sigh from him making you almost melt on the spot. Your hands eventually find a place to rest in the dimples of his hips, relishing the sensation of his muscles moving beneath your fingers.

He refuses to finish before you, no matter how unbelievably tight you’re pulsating around him. So, he reaches between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, pride filling his chest at how you moan lewdly; your head falling back and fingers grappling even harder onto his hips. He takes the opportunity to press kisses to your throat, shoulders, collarbone—any expanse of skin he can get his mouth on.

“Fuck—yes,” you groan, hands leaving his hips to weave their way into his hair, using your legs to push him even deeper and meeting each of his thrusts with your own. You start quivering under him, your body preparing for the onslaught of pleasure rising in your chest, threatening to snap at any moment.

You come completely undone when Ushijima commands, “Come for me.”

Something about his husky, lust filled tone; his lips making their mark all over your skin, and the harsh thrust of his hips sends you over the edge. Your body bows off the bed, and Ushijima meets you, his arms wrapping around your middle to press you against his chest as his lips latch onto your neck and he buries himself to the hilt in your wet heat.

For the second time tonight, he curses quietly, holding you to him as your walls pulse with your orgasm and he finds his own release alongside you. You hold on to his shoulders for dear life as waves of pleasure roll through you, your body spasming in his grip all while he kisses you softly. It’s tender and erotic at the same time. As you start to calm down, he claims your lips, tongue sweeping in as you push his damp hair off his forehead before cupping his cheeks.

He pulls away from you, only to set his forehead against yours, your warm breath mingling. Both of your chests are still heaving, and although it’s silent, it’s comforting as he holds you.

After a moment, you open your eyes and find his closed, his lips curved into a barely noticeable smile. It fills your heart seeing him look so…content. “Wakatoshi?” You say quietly. His eyes open and your throat closes at just how handsome he is. “I…I like you.” Your eyes close now, embarrassed at how pathetic that sounded.

“I’d hope so.”

Your eyes burst open finding him looking at you comically seriously. You know he doesn’t mean it as a joke, but you can’t help the smile that rises to your lips. He gazes at you curiously as you ask, “And? Do you like me?” As if his softening dick isn’t still inside you right now.

Though, it still makes your heart flip when he replies without hesitation, “Yes.”

“Good.” You grin. “I’d hope so.”

You kiss him again before he finally pulls out of you and without a word, he gets off the bed and disappears out into the hallway. You grimace at the mess between your legs but are pleasantly surprised when he returns with a warm towel to clean yourself up with. While you deal with the mess, he rummages around in his drawers and at first you think he’s looking for clothes for himself, until he hands you a pair of his briefs and a t-shirt.

You must eye them curiously because he sets them on the bed saying, “Sleep with me.” He doesn’t word it like a question.

Taking the clothes, you smile teasingly up at him. “I just did.”

To nobody’s surprise, he’s relatively unfazed. “Overnight,” he explains further. “In my bed.” Though the light dusting of pink coloring his cheeks as he says this makes you want to smother him with kisses all over again.

You slip on his clothes and climb beneath the sheets as your response. You watch him dress, marveling over the muscles shifting in his back and arms until he covers them and joins you in the bed. He draws you close to his side, letting you run your fingers across his cheek before settling at his chin and pulling his lips to yours. You kiss lazily until you both grow tired and you tuck your head under his chin, letting his fingers intertwine with yours and enjoying the affectionate kiss he presses to the top of your head.

He surprises you when he says into the silence, “Are we going to do that again?”

The chuckle that escapes you is by no means meant to be mean. He just fucked you better than anyone in your entire life and if you were in deep shit falling for him before this—you’re doomed now. Yet, you don’t mind in the slightest. Not when being here in his arms feels exactly where you should be.

So, you kiss his neck and reply softly, “Yes.”

You don’t see his answering smile.

~

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That which lingered on his mind / Chapter 1

Prologue - Chapter 2

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 4,7k

Warnings: 18+, Non-con, dub-con, Explicit sexual content, Explicit language, smut, Graphic descriptions of violence, bondage (bound wrists), oral (f receiving), asphyxiation (choking), Cumplay, Some graphic descriptions of blood.

Chapter summary: Steve Rogers, Captain America and your former neighbor, used to harbour some secret feelings for you before he was turned into a Hydra asset. Now he’s come back to claim what he cannot rid himself of: his desire for you.

Author’s note: This one came to me a dark January night and hasn’t let me go since. This series will be about 7-8 chapters, so stay tuned! Not beta-read, so all mistakes are mine. My work is not to be distributed anywhere but my blog. Reblogs are welcome, though. And I so appreciate reading your replies and tags<3 hope you enjoy ;)

It started out as any other night. You had a cup of tea and scrolled through your phone for a while before a violent yawn told you it was time for bed. 

It was a normal night.

Until you stood face to face with Captain America. Or at least, who you thought was Captain America. America’s hero and your former neighbor. 

You had never really paid any attention to news about the Avengers or Mr. Rogers, and had never been one to socialize with neighbors. He lived across the hall from you and was quiet and polite, never drawing more attention to himself other than a smile and a curt greeting now and then.

That was until he disappeared off the grid about four months ago. It was all the news could talk about for a good three weeks. Gossip in the building also started flourishing. Where had he gone? What happened? Was he dead?

Apparently not, for there he stood, silent as the grave, inside your apartment, half shrouded in darkness, blocking your way to the bedroom. 

 You didn’t really know what his uniform used to look like either, but from what you could remember he used to have a star on his chest, and not the squid looking emblem he now bore. His face was also an unusual sight, jaw covered in a gruff beard, hair long and pushed back. But worse were the eyes; steely, cold and intent on you.

 Had it only been good ol’ Captain America standing uninvited in your home you would have been scared. But this. This chilled you to the bone.

 What the fuck was going on?

 Your body froze as you stared at the man, who made no effort to speak nor move. Finally you found your voice. 

“Excuse me, but what the hell are you doing in my apartment? Please leave before I call the police.”

You tried to sound tough, but your voice shook slightly at the last word. He must have picked up on that, for his otherwise dead eyes gained a slight glimmer. 

 “Please do. Their deaths will be on your shoulders.”

A small gasp caught in your throat. You were starting to become terrified. This was absolutely not the Captain America you had seen on the news nor the Steve Rogers you had greeted in the hallway. 

“Actually, don’t bother, you’ll never reach your phone,” he continued, sounding far too nonchalant for the ominous aura he was putting off.

Your eyes widened when you remembered leaving your phone on the living room table, all the way across the room behind you. 

What should you do? Run for it anyways? Scream for help? You opted for a seemingly less provoking approach.

“What do you want?” you asked, tears starting to involuntarily form at the corners of your eyes.

His eyes seemed to darken somehow, setting themselves on you with deadly weight, piercing your soul.

“You.”

Your fight reflex kicked in before you could think, and you lunged for the front door across the living room behind you.

But you barely got a few steps in before a thick arm snaked around your waist and janked you back to hit painfully against a hard, unrelenting body. You managed to shriek in fear before a second hand, big enough to cover both your mouth and nose slammed down on your face and muffled your cries, knocking your lips against your teeth. You tasted blood.

You kicked, hit and scratched at your assailant's body, but gained only a mocking snicker in response. His mouth came down to whisper in your ear, sending ice cold shivers down your spine.

“Please, keep fighting, it only makes this more enjoyable.”

You sobbed into his coarse hand, tears springing free from your eyes, wetting the skin of his fingers. 

 He tsked

 “Cuing the waterworks. He wouldn’t like that,” he breathed into your ears and tightened his grip on your face, effectively cutting off your air supply. You squirmed against his arms in panic, new tears falling, not managing to move him even an inch. His grip remained as tight as iron. 

 As your vision blurred and you slipped into dark unconsciousness, you kept wondering what he meant by “he”.

 §

 You awoke groggily, feeling the muscles in your arms ache as they lay over your head. You usually woke up with your arms thrown over your head, so it took a few seconds to remember what had happened.

When you did, your body surged upwards, but was promptly janked back against the bed. Looking up, you registered for the first time that both of your wrists were bound to the bedpost above your head, using the bondage ropes you had gotten as a joke a few years back. Looking down you saw that you were still fully clothed, with your oversized UNI t-shirt and cotton shorts.

 The knot looked intricate and a few janks told you it was secure as well. 

 Your breathing started to race as you understood you were stuck, and a cry ripped itself from your lungs at the realization. 

 “Ah-ah-ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a calm voice came from across the room.

“HELP,” you screamed at the top of your lungs, ignoring the man who sat in the chair in the corner. It felt good to defy him, if only for a split second. 

 He made no indication that your behaviour bothered him, his stare as even as ever. 

“I will kill anyone who enters this apartment,” he said calmly. “You don’t want to endanger any of your good neighbors' lives. That’s not who he perceived you to be. I, on the other hand, have no problem killing everyone in this building if it helps you understand what is happening here.”

 “And what the fuck is happening here exactly?” you snarled, still janking at the knot around your wrists, bound just a little too tightly.

He smirked at that.

“Feisty, just like I hoped. It’s more...fun if I can break you first,” he mused.

He got up from the chair and moved over to the bed. When he got close enough you kicked out at him, and you would have hit him right in the gut if he hadn’t caught your foot. Not that it would affect him, you bitterly thought after.

He looked almost amused before twisting your foot around until you shrieked in pain.

“Oh,” he cooed, “remember to be quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to come checking in on you, would we?”

He let go of your foot, and you recoiled in the pain that shot up through your body. A sob escaped your gritted teeth.

He snickered.

“Pathetic. But I do see the appeal.”

He leaned forward and grabbed your jaw in a harsh grip, making you look him in the eyes as he leaned in so close his breath brushed across your face. There was a slight hint of mint to it.

“What's happening here, sweetheart, is that I’m gonna get some things out of my system.”

His hand let go of your jaw and moved down to slightly encircle your throat, lingering like a taunting threat. Your throat constricted instinctively at the presence of his calloused hand. A smirk played at his lips as you squirmed under his light touch. 

“I’m going to fuck you, Y/N”.

 You thrashed at that, nausea setting in your stomach, your skin prickling as the words landed.  

 “No, no, no, please,” you started to mumble in your panicked state, janking  more desperately on the knot around your bound wrists.

 “Oh yes, and the more you fight, the worse it’ll be for you,” Steve smirked as he moved around the back of the bed and started to climb onto it, grabbing your kicking feet with ease, straddling your thighs.

Helpless to stop it, you watched as he took a fistful of your shirt in both his hands and ripped the fabric open, split down the middle, exposing your stomach and chest underneath. In the chilly night air your nipples hardened and goosebumps spread across your skin.

You saw the feral expression that grew behind his eyes. 

He only hummed in response to your desperate whine, before letting a hand flitter up your hip.

His fingers stroked lightly up your torso, following every dent and bump, and you shivered at how soft it was in contrast to his earlier brutality.

Your breath hitched in your throat and his gaze snapped up to meet yours.

“Does that feel good?” he asked in a low murmur, smugness shining in his eyes, mockery dripping from his voice.. 

You shut your mouth and bit the inside of your cheek, tears welling in your eyes, trying to quell the impulse to scream. 

You had no doubt in your mind that no one in your building could overpower the super soldier, and you were terrified he would keep his word. 

You couldn’t let anyone else die. 

 A painful tweak of a hardened nipple brought you back to the room, and you cried out.

“Don’t disappear now, I need you present for this,” he instructed in a patient voice, almost like you were a disobedient child. 

 He bent down then, and took a pebbled nipple into his mouth while his hands landed on either side of your head, caging you in.

The sensation of his hot and wet mouth in contrast to the cold air of the room sent sparks flying through your body and, more horrifyingly, down between your legs. You bit your tongue out of shame, and tried to squirm away from his wanton mouth. It took only a single hand of his on your chest to effectively pin you down as he continued his ministrations on your nipple, sucking, licking and teasing with his teeth.

He radiated warmth hovering over you like that, his hand a searing presence on your skin, no doubt feeling how hard your heart was beating against your ribcage.

His smell filled your nose, musky, with hints of smoked wood and cedar, and something familiar and sweet - your own perfume. Did he go into your bathroom? Did he use your perfume on himself?

His mouth moved up your chest and to your neck, and he was so close, so overwhelming.

You squirmed slightly at his approach, but noticed that in this position, pinned under his thighs like you were, the fabric of your panties caught on your core, dragging along the awakened skin, and to your horror you could feel the slick starting to gather there. You stifled a whimper, face burning with dread and newly bloomed shame. 

His beard scratched your throat as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling sharply.

“There’s that smell,” he murmured with a throaty sigh, “that smell he couldn’t get out of his head”.

What was he on about? Who was “he”? 

Your mind raced with questions as his tongue started to lap at your throat, leaving open mouthed and sloppy kisses to your sensitive skin.

You closed your eyes and tried to resist, tried to fight your body’s reaction to his stimulation, but as his teeth nipped at a particularly sweet spot, your whole body shuddered involuntarily and a small gasp escaped your mouth. 

 His face snapped up from your neck, piercing blue eyes finding yours teary and terrified - and no doubt dilated.

He straightened after a second, and shimmied off from where he was still stradling your thighs. As soon as your legs were free, you started kicking out at him, rage and defiance surging, trying and failing to hit him in the chest as he effortlessly caught both your ankles and gathered them in one hand. 

He leaned forward, face smooth and emotionless, and landed an open handed slap across your face a second later.

Your head whipped to the side, and your breath left your body for a second as your head swam, a high pitched ringing filling your ears.

You gasped in shock, your whole body going stiff as pain spread from your cheek.

You had never been hit before, and especially not that hard. Tears sprang forth from your eyes as it dawned on you how utterly fucked you were. 

“Let that be a warning,” he said in a calm voice, seemingly not affected in the slightest by the violence he was so willingly dishing out.

The fight was out of you for now, and you could only breathe through the sharp pain that lingered on your face as he moved in between your thighs.

Sitting back on his haunches he started to remove the tactical suit on his torso, impatiently ripping at the fastenings as his eyes never left your face, red, swollen and wet from your tears. 

You averted your gaze, disgusted by him, disgusted by yourself, desperately trying not to reveal your body’s reaction to his.

When he was completely naked from the waist up, his hands turned to your sleeping shorts, removing them with deft haste and surprising softness before leaning back again, his touch leaving your body. 

Several seconds went by without any action, and your curiosity gained the better of you. Turning your eyes to him, you found him studying your body. His face was as blank as ever, but his eyes betrayed some sort of sentiment you hadn’t seen before.

“He used to dream about you,” he said after a while, seemingly more to himself. 

He bent forward once he realized you were watching him, caging you in again as he hovered over you, moving closer and closer.

Face still stinging from his slap, you didn’t dare move even a muscle as his lips found yours. It started slow, but soon he grew impatient, and his tongue invaded your mouth, hot, wet and dominating, moving languidly against your own. 

Breathless and reeling, a small whimper left your mouth, and the responding groan that emitted from his throat rumbled through you.

While still moving his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands reached down and you felt the distinct calloused warmth of his touch to the inside of your thigh. 

A small, panicked “no” croaked out of you, but he only swallowed it eagerly, not letting up his touch as it zeroed in on your core. 

You could feel his fingers touching the cotton covering you, and by the breathy laughter he huffed against your mouth, he no doubt felt how wet it was.

“Oh, doll, I don’t think you’ve been completely honest,” he mocked as he leaned back again and looked down at your ruined panties. 

You tried to hide your burning face in the nook of your elbow as he ripped your panties off before bunching them up in his hand and bringing them to his face. But his eyes caught yours in a steel grip as he inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering for a second before a pleased sigh left his lips.

You watched as his tongue swiped at the wet patch of the fabric before he put the panties in his pocket.

You thrashed at his obscene actions, nausea burning hot in the pit of your stomach, mixing with your undeniable arousal. 

What the fuck was wrong with you? 

As your mind raced against the reality of the situation, Steve laid down on the bed between your legs. His mouth attacked your pussy. 

A squeak escaped your mouth, hands janking at the knot around your wrists as he started devouring you, mouth moving between your clit and weeping wound with urgency, almost desperation. 

A full on groan left his mouth as he lapped at the juices that were steadily leaking from you. 

His hands found your breasts and started teasing your nipples, and you tried to squirm away.

You needed him to stop, you needed this assault on your senses to cease, because you could feel your resolve burning away as sweet, untainted pleasure started spreading through your body. 

Steve’s tongue swept up and swirled around your clit, and you tried inching away. One of his hands gave your breast a sharp slap before tweaking your nipple painfully again. Another warning. You headed it. 

“Does that feel good?” he asked, but in contrast to the last time it almost sounded like he cared.

You shook your head weakly. 

He chuckled against your mound and gave your breast another slap, sending jolts of pain through your chest. 

“Don’t lie,” he warned, but there was surprisingly little malice in his voice. “But nevermind. This pretty, swollen, soaked cunt tells me all I need to know,” he said almost fondly before giving your clit a few licks. 

“Give in, Y/N, I can feel how much you want to,” he taunted in between licks and all you could do was lay still and take it, new tears streaking from your eyes and wetting the hair at your temples as you squeezed them shut. 

He was right. You couldn’t deny the pleasure he was wringing from your body.

“I’m going to stay still now, and you move however you want,” he said then, before doing just that. 

Somehow, having him stop was more torture than what he had been doing, and your stubborn pride, your better judgement and the stinging feeling of violation that burned in your chest fought against your body’s sudden need for stimulation - for his stimulation. 

Something in you snapped, and you tentatively moved your hips so your clit could find his tongue, stretched out waiting for you. 

You shivered. 

It felt good. 

You rolled your hips again, more firmly this time, and the resulting swipe of his tongue against your sensitive bud of nerves had your breath leaving your body in a shaky exhale. 

His hands gave your breasts an encouraging squeeze, before resuming their attention on your nipples, and you moved your hips with more fervor. 

Before long you were grinding yourself on his mouth, breaths coming out in puffs as your eyes stayed shut, losing yourself in the hot feel of his tongue. 

Desperation grew as you could feel that distinct coil tighten in your abdomen, and every draw of breath fueled the build up. 

Not thinking anymore, you bucked your hips on him in repeated motion, lingering on the edge of the abyss, searching for that which would make the coil snap.

A desperate whimper left your mouth and as a response, a rumbling groan from his throat vibrated right through you and you fell head first into your orgasm, entire body shuddering violently as your mouth opened in a silent scream. 

He was on you as you came down, lapping up your release and groaning as you trembled at the overstimulation. He was frantically groping at your waist and hips, strong arms and hands grounding you as you floated on the aftershocks of your high.

The moment the orgasm faded from your foggy mind, it fell in on itself.

How could you let yourself give in like that? 

You squeezed your eyes shut, your mind trying to escape the whole thing, if only for a moment, go far far away, go numb, go blank. 

You weren’t allowed more than a few seconds reprieve, however, as you faintly heard him rustling around before you felt pressure at your entrance.

Before you had time to protest, Steve pushed his cock into you, giving a pleased huff as your body squeezed instinctively, drawing him in even more. 

Your eyes shot open and met his - wild and pleased.

“There she is,” he said with dark glee as he breathed hard. 

You fought to draw breath as your body seared with pain of the intrusion. His girth was more than you could take. It was all you could do to handle the stretch of his cock bottoming out, pushed inside you to the hilt.

“Feel that? Feel how your willing cunt is swallowing me like that, inviting me in?” 

He started to move a second later, not giving you any time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that sent sparks of pain up through your body.

You cried out at the agony, nails digging into your own palms. 

Above you, Steve growled as he bared his teeth at you, slamming his hips against yours. 

His cock was rock hard as it speared you, and he only seemed to grow harder at your pained cries. 

Through the pain and your strained whimpering sounds, you faintly heard him mumble.

“- all those incessant thoughts about you….never like this….if he only fucking knew...ripe for the taking, and the bastard didn’t as much as ask you out...”

His hand seized your throat as he stuffed his face into the crook of your neck again, inhaling fervently. Hitched breaths was the only thing that escaped you at this point, as he kept up his torturing pace, abusing your pussy without halt. 

“- That fucking smell in the hallway...never escaping it...fuck…gonna fuck those thoughts right out...”

 Was “he” Steve? Was he rambling about himself? Or at least, who he used to be?

The pain had slowly subsided as you’d listened to the man’s crazed rambling, and a deep onslaught of pleasure was starting to make itself known with each punch of Steve’s cock. Soon your body started to tremble, and you fought against the coil starting to build again. 

Steve shifted his hips to run his hands down your sides, and the new angle hit the spot deep within you that made your breathless.

Your mouth opened in a complete and utter moan, and Steve’s head snapped up from your neck, something akin to surprise in his eyes as he took in your face. 

“That’s the spot, isn’t it?” he asked, and his voice was thick with pleasure. 

You tried to avert your eyes, but his hand shot up and gripped your jaw, pulling your face so close that your breaths mingled. His stare locked yours in an iron grip. 

His thrusts slowed, and he rolled his hips, reaching deep, so deep inside you, and a pleasured sigh left your lips to fan across his lips as he found that spot again.  

“Look at you. Steve would never think of you like this - he respected you. Little did he know you were a cock hungry little masochist,” he husked, pupils deep pools of dark desire. Your cheeks burned as you clenched around him at his words.

He grunted, letting his eyes fall close for only a second, and you noticed how his long and beautiful eyelashes fanned across his cheek. 

“Let’s see how much you can enjoy this, huh?” he asked in an almost mocking tone as one of his hands reached down to where his body was rutting into yours, and his thumb found your clit. 

You cried out as he started an unrelenting circling of the sensitive bud, and he mouthed at your jaw as he hummed in response. 

In the back of your mind a small voice was telling you to fight, to gnaw and hit and thrash until he understood that you didn’t want this. Another voice was arguing that you would only be hurt further if you fought more. There was no getting away from his intent and no overpowering him.

A louder voice was whispering that it was okay to give in. Give in to the way he felt on your skin, the way he moved in you, the way he looked at you. Give in to the pleasure.

 Your orgasm washed over you like a warm wave, spasming through every muscle as they sung with exhilaration. A shuddering groan left your lips and your pussy pulsed around Steve’s cock. He growled as he crushed his lips to yours, and you opened yours willingly, moving your tongue against his in a wet and sloppy kiss. 

“Good,” he praised in a groan after breaking the kiss, and to your surprise, something akin to pride bloomed deep in your chest at his praise. 

You were completely lost in the pleasure now, in the drag of his cock against your trembling walls, his musky og smoky scent and those blue, lust-blown eyes piercing you. 

His pace quickened again, and you could tell by the way his muscles tensed that he was closing in on his own release.

“I can feel you fluttering, doll. Listen to the sounds this pretty pussy makes. Maybe I should keep you?” he mused darkly, a small wicked grin on his lips. 

For a moment terror flashed across your eyes. Keep you? In the back of your mind the pain of your still bound wrists alerted you of the implications of that notion. Your cheek was still burning hot from his earlier “warning”.

As if he read your mind, he sneered.

“Take what he never had. Continue to take what he never had. Make you mine, let you have my cock every time I want, keep this tight pussy on a leash”.

You heaved for breath as his thrusts grew frantic, and he raised himself to his haunches, hands a bruising grip on your hips as he looked down at you. 

Under the dim moonlight his muscles rippled, shining in a layer of sweat, his hair disheveled and falling into his face, and those eyes, forever shaking the bones in your body. 

Your name ghosted on his lips as his brows furrowed and your back arched as your third orgasm seized you by every muscle in your body, your head thrown back in a desperate, strangled whine.

 “Fucking shit,” he exclaimed through gritted teeth, and as your cunt pulsed around him, you drew his orgasm right out of his body. 

He gave a few stuttering thrusts before stilling, thrust to the hilt inside you. Through the blood coursing in your ears you heard his snarl as he emptied himself in you.

For a moment his face completely stilled, eyebrows raised, eyes fluttered shut, mouth slightly open. In that moment, you swore you recognised your former neighbor, Steve Rogers, Captain America in those features. 

But in a moment he was gone, and this Steve, whoever he was, was leaning forward to crush his mouth on yours. 

Still coming down from your high, you eagerly opened your mouth for him in a rather intimate kiss, one of his hands coming up to cup the side of your face. 

You almost sighed at the softness of it all when his teeth caught your bottom lip and bit hard enough to draw blood. You yelped in pain as the iron taste filled your mouth and he let you wrench your way out of the kiss, snickering as he leaned back up and licked some of your blood off his lips. His eyes were wicked  as he pulled himself out of you.

The emptiness he left behind was both a relief and a disappointment, even as your lip stung. You licked at the cut, wondering just what brand of danger had forced himself into your bed. 

“God, what a sight,” he murmured above you, fingers dipping down to spread your nether lips apart as his cum dribbled out of you. 

Embarrassment burned your face as he looked on, perverted astonishment painting his features. 

Two fingers swiped your slit, gathering both of your releases on them before bringing them up to your mouth.

When you did nothing but stare at him, he simply whispered “open”.

You obeyed, holding his gaze, and he pushed his fingers slowly into your mouth. The mix of the iron of your blood, the salt of his cum and the tangy taste of yourself made your face scrunch up, and he hummed low in his chest.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, face emotionless but for the shining sin of his eyes.

You couldn’t help yourself, you nodded.

The corners of his mouth twitched up at that, approval coating his features.

“Oh, I’m gonna keep you, alright,” he murmured, dragging his wet fingers down your torso.

As his fingers slowly caressed you, exhaustion drizzled over you, your vision blurred, and you fell into unconsciousness.

 §

 When you awoke, bright daylight was shining in through your window.

The soreness piercing your muscles was like nothing you had ever felt before, but the sleep had been even deeper, sitting like a pleasurable hum in your bones. 

You remembered immediately what had happened in the night and was relieved to find that your wrists were no longer bound. The bruises, purple and pink, would probably last for weeks. 

The ache deep in your core made your gut wrench in remembered dread, but somehow there was a feeling of anticipation there as well.

A quiet voice inside you whispered that you hoped he would stay true to his word, and come back. 

Author’s note: Christ. Sometimes I wonder if there’s a blood kink brewing inside me. 

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Dusik's Self-Isolation, the "Doorkeeper" Poem, and Hyejin's Presence

It's been said many times before about Dusik, but episode ten once again showed how he has dedicated his life to a series of active choices that results in purposeful denial of providing love to himself. He deliberately distances himself from others and tries to deny his love for anything and anyone as a way for repenting against his past 'sins' of loving people who all died too soon.

To Dusik, his love has been nothing but a condemnation to others and himself, and he feels like he must live a life in limbo purgatory as penance, neither giving nor receiving too much companionship, lest he condemn another person via his love. Is his carefree lifestyle that carefree? Or is it his way of willfully keeping himself from attaching to anything? Because life has taught him that if he has strong emotion for something, then that is a harbinger of destruction for what he loves.

All the people he cared for most in his life died too suddenly and too early in his life, before he could process how to say a proper goodbye. And he feels directly responsible for at least one of their deaths--we see him say so explicitly to both his therapist in general and in more detail to Hyejin about his grandfather. To Dusik, his grandfather died because he let himself love soccer more than being vigilant, even though he didn't know there was anything to be vigilant for at the time. Then after his last loss in his mysterious five years away from Gongjin, it seems like Dusik abandoned direct expressions of love for anybody. He learned that vigilance is the only expression of love that he should offer other people.

Staying vigilant of other people's needs while also staying vigilant of not getting too close is his way of protecting other people for their needs and from himself. This is partly why he tried to deny his feelings for Hyejin for so long, dancing between the friend zone and something more. (As an aside, this focus on his own vigilance may also play into his love for photography. He seems drawn to capturing moments to look back on, not wanting moments to pass by unnoticed.)

As part of his vigilance, Dusik created a life for himself back in Gongjin as an unemployed jack-of-all-trades, a fix-it man, an unofficial neighborhood chief that can show up at a moment's notice when help is needed. Dusik has made himself into a person that can be reliable in any situation. And he threw himself into that role by learning as many trades as possible so he could fix any problem, from HVAC repair to barista certification to fruit carving and anything in between. But even though he wants to be known as a reliable entity in town, he also makes sure to position himself as a periphery figure only. He only shows up from outside other people's routine lives. He purposefully does not live on any fixed schedule that is permanently tied to anyone else, and he surrounds himself with a thick air of detachedness. This is how he ensures he can't become an albatross to anyone's life again. He can't be accountable for destruction of life if he's simply a hired part-timer and a neighborhood helper; and nothing with any inherent responsibility that can't be explained away by utility rather than love.

Sure, he's a chief that other people turn to for help, but he rejects anything more official than being a helpful neighbor. He refuses to express his love for individual people because experience has taught him that his love can destroy lives, so he only shows his love for the people of Gongjin as part of a whole entity, detaching himself from anything that can be seen as preference for individual people. This is something Chunjae noted in their conversation the night Juri ran away. Dusik accepts other people's problems and their joys, but he doesn't actively share his own in full-fledged reciprocation. The exception seems to be halmeoni Gamri, at least to some extent, but even then he tends to frame any explanation of him going above and beyond for her as a way of paying back for how much she cared for him growing up. Dusik lives in his own manufactured limbo where he has made his existence entirely fixed as an untethered entity.

Dusik has turned his pain into a lifestyle where he knows he must keep his heart guarded from other people by becoming too attached, keep himself from sullying his hometown and the people he's dedicated himself to with the infection that is him asking for reciprocity. His infectious disease is spread through baring himself and his full-fledged feelings to other people, and thus he quarantines that part of himself from anyone. Denial of love is his love. So he flits from job to job, works for minimum wage, and tries to pretend that he does not attach himself to anything or anyone but himself. It's easier for everyone this way. That way he cannot drag anyone down into the surf that is his destruction.

He has decided that it's better for him to be a solitary observer, taking up space in a manmade shipwreck away from others, both literally and figuratively, as is shown by how he made the choice to keep his grandpa's boat out of the water, perching it on a hill so high and isolated that he could barely get it up there in the first place. Even if it is incredibly difficult to do, he is determined to meet his goal of self-exile. It's the only way he knows how to protect himself and everyone else, through self-imposed isolation.

But like the poem Dusik read to Hyejin, once she entered his life, she would not stop showing up for him. She didn't willingly ascribe to the rules he set forth for other people. He told her to cross lines freely, as if she had already been doing so. She may have verbally pontificated about not crossing lines, but her actions said otherwise, and she was crossing Dusik's boundaries before he even knew it. She didn't fit perfectly into Gongjin or Dusik's life, and her stretching the limits of what is 'acceptable' is what he needed to open himself up to a new perspective other than steadfast solitude. It was through her own actions, stepping into his circle of solitude and making her presence known, that he began to question if isolation was really what he wanted and preferred.

From the very beginning, Hyejin asked Dusik to stay with her, literally tugging on his shirt to keep him from leaving on the beach the first day they met. And she hasn't stopped holding onto him. First it was out of helplessness, then when she held onto him and asked him to stay before her first town hall meeting, it was her asking for his support, then when she ran into his arms when she was scared, it was her showing her deep trust for him, and now most recently, in her half-asleep state on the couch, it was her desire to emotionally connect with him in a way more profound than he does with others. Her presence is her way of asking him to open the door to his heart.

And like the poem said, and what Dusik realized as he was reading it, his staunch gatekeeping betrayed him and he fell in love because of his own stubbornness in refusing to leave his post. He found someone who reliably showed up to his post as dependably as he does. Or rather, she showed up and found him in Gongiin. He was always there to keep his metaphorical door closed, and she was always there to check if it was still closed. Dusik was so sure that gatekeeping would keep him safe, so sure that his constant monitoring and vigilance would keep him protected, that he failed to realize what would happen when he began to rely on his denial. His continued refusal became something reliable in itself, though not because of him, but because of her showing up. After all, what is there to refuse if there is not someone knocking at the door every day? His vigilance betrayed him because he forgot that actively guarding his heart was also keeping his heart active.

Dusik tried to deny Hyejin entrance inside his heart, but then her existence in Gongjin took up space all around him. She became like the sea itself, constant and deep and reflective. And just like Gongjin would feel incomplete without the presence of the sea's waves lapping on its shore, so too is Dusik starting to feel incomplete without Hyejin's assured presence. So much that when she's gone, as he said at his grandpa's memorial ceremony after she left, he misses her so-called noisiness and disruption of his habitual silence. He misses her. Without him realizing it, the silence he used to crave has started to feel like an empty void, and it's no longer silence he seeks. Instead, it's the steady sound of her waves crashing against his shoreline that has started to bring him comfort. Her tides coming and going, leaving bits of herself behind with him and changing his coastline with her presence is more dynamic and interesting than the unvarying landscape of the dry hilltop perch he made for himself.

Dusik's gatekeeping has evolved in that its purpose is no longer about resolute solitude and staying away from others, but about taking up patrol in order to be near her. Subconsciously Dusik found himself willing to abandon his sentry, not even noticing that he was walking away from his guard post and leaving himself wide open to her. This is so interesting coupled with the line Hyejin said a few episodes earlier, "He's always around when you least expect it." Both in that she too unexpectedly became a part of his life like she claimed he did with hers, and also how in some ways the reason he is always present is because he actively finds ways to show up around her and enact his gatekeeping. Just like the lines from the poem, Dusik became the doorkeeper whose "job is to wait for you the next day to deny you. / My job is to wait for you the next day and fall in love with you."

And then Hyejin confessed, and Dusik made the conscious choice to abandon his barricaded doorway to go be with her and kiss her. Because his barricade wasn't worth keeping up if she was baring herself to him so openly and and unguardedly. Isolation and vigilance lost their meaning in the face of the buoyancy he feels when he is with her. Hyejin tried to say that he could leave his door closed. She put her hand up to his mouth, and with that she meant she didn't expect anything in return, that he could leave his door closed, and she would still be there, her feelings unwavering. But her bravery made him brave as well. And he made the active choice to pull back his own door, lower her hand, and kiss her. Now, his doorkeeping is meaningless without her. And after all these years, his carefully cultivated isolation is worthless if it means isolation from embracing Hyejin's presence as well.

The poem said, "denying my love is my job," but Dusik finally realized he was ready to accept more than just denial in this life with Hyejin. He was finally ready to make the active choice to accept someone in his heart again. Hyejin's presence made Dusik acutely aware of the weight of his isolation and he knew it was again time for him to firmly reject something. But this time instead of rejecting another person, instead of rejecting the feelings of reciprocal love, he rejected his own self-isolation. His rejection was in favor of love rather than against it. Hyejin knocked, completely content with the closed door of Dusik's existence, but this time he flung his door open and made the move to kiss her and return her feelings back. His purpose is no longer to deny his love, it's to accept love and give love back to her.

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And just in case you wanted to read the poem in full, I've pasted it below:

"Doorkeeper" by Kim Haengsook

It's my job to say, "You shouldn't do this here."

It's my job to deny your purpose.

It's my job to deny you the next day.

It's my job to wait for you the next day to deny you.

My job is to wait for you the next day and fall in love with you.

Thus, denying my love is my job.

I will not cry because of my vocation, he wrote. I cried sometimes when I wrote a diary.

[shakirawastaken]

Heyyy!! If you don’t mind can you do a sonny x reader where the reader is from the rich and proper side of town and sonny takes her to the heights and she has a blast!!

ANON YOU GENIUS!! i love this idea, but im afraid i might not have done it justice :(( still, i hope you enjoy!!

Uptown Girl (sonny x reader)

summary: sonny teaches you what fun is - washington heights style

“Remember! You guys have two more days to finish and turn in your final project!!” your history teacher called out as your whole class sat down in their chairs, anxious for the teacher to stop talking. You adjusted your clothes as you sat down and pulled out a notebook. It was nearing the end of the semester, and everyone was itching for school to be over and for summer to arrive with the promise of going swimming, building sandcastles, and having no homework. Your mind wandered off with fun activities you could do that summer, within reason. Your parents were very strict on you, wanting you to sustain a clean and refined image to your peers and your neighbors. Sometimes you wished you didn’t live where you did, maybe societal standards would be different somewhere else. Maybe, if you lived somewhere else, your parents would let you have a water balloon fight or some other ‘extravagant’ activity like that.

Realizing that you were drifting off topic and was still in class, you turned back into the teacher. “Today is a work day everyone! Get with your partner and work on the project!” your teacher announced as she sat down in her chair, opening up her computer and grading her other classes’ work. You nodded and rummaged through your pencil pouch to find the colored pencils you needed for your project. You heard someone drag a chair over to your side and you looked up, seeing a grinning Sonny de la Vega leaning one arm against your desk, cradling his face in his hand.

“Hola (Y/N)!” he exclaimed as he noticed you finally saw him. You couldn’t hold back the grin that came across your face. What can you say, Sonny’s grin was just that contagious.

“Hi!” you said as you pulled out the colored pencils and placed them on the desk. Sonny pulled out the poster for your project from his backpack. You mentally took a step back and looked at the poster, it looked to be almost done.

“Hey, it looks like we’re almost done!” you said as you handed him half of the colored pencils to color in the final bits of the map. He nodded in response to your comment.

“I bet if we don’t slack off or whatever, we could finish by the end of this period.” he said, looking up at the clock to confirm his words.

“I guess we better get started” you stated as you started to color in the map with the remaining colored pencils. As the two of you worked, you talked about summer plans.

“So, any fun plans for this summer?” Sonny asked you as he finished coloring the eastern half of the map with the green pencil.

“No,” you stated simply, “just staying at home and studying.” Sonny hummed in empathy as he grabbed the yellow pencil from your side of the desk to color in a spot you had missed. “What about you?” you questioned back as you gently took the yellow from Sonny once he was done coloring that spot.

“Just working in the bodega with my cousin and messing around in the heights.” he said, another smile spreading across his face at the thought of letting loose and having fun.

“Sounds fun!” you exclaimed, happy for the boy. “If I mess around my neighborhood, all I would get are judging glares and condescending whispers.”

He paused in his coloring. “For real?” Seeing your nod and following sigh in response to his question, he shook his head. “That’s BS man! You’re only 16! You should be allowed to have fun!” he ranted, outraged at your proclaimed state for the summer.

“I’m used to it.” you shrugged as you put the purple colored pencil down on the table. “Are we done?” you quickly interjected, changing the subject momentarily. Sonny took the poster into his hands and held it out.

“I say we are.” he said as he rolled the poster back up. “Amazing artwork by the two of us, Da Vinci could never.” he proclaimed as he took the rubber band you offered him and effectively tied the poster shut.

“Of course,” you agreed. “So we can turn it in?” you asked Sonny as you put your colored pencils away. He looked at you through the hole the poster had made once you rolled it up.

“Yup!” he said, you glanced up at the boy and saw his eye wink through the hole. Shaking your head and smiling, you gently grabbed the poster from his hand.

“Let’s turn it in!!” you exclaimed, glad to finally be done with this project and effectively, this class. Sonny nodded his head excitedly as he followed you up to the teacher’s desk.

“Done?” your teacher asked as she took the rolled up poster from your hands. You both glanced at each other, then nodded. “Good job you two! You guys are done for the rest of the year!” your teacher replied to your nods. You both high-fived each other and went back to your seats. Sonny slumped down onto your desk and grinned.

“Finally,” he said, “That was my last final for this year.”

“Same” you quipped as you put your stuff away and zipped up your bag. You leaned against your chair and stared at Sonny who was drawing shapes into the desk with his finger. Suddenly, he sat up and looked back at you. “What?” you said, startled at the sudden shift in mood.

“Do you want to come down to the Heights with me after school today? I don’t have to work today, and I can show you how much fun summer is with me!!” he half-shouted, thoughts racing at the fun things you could do together.

“I don’t know…” you trailed off, thinking about your parents and what they would say.

“C’mon!” he persuaded “You just said you don’t have any more finals for this year!! You have nothing to do after school.”

You thought about it a little bit more. What was the worst that your parents would do if they found out? They would probably ground you. Deciding that you could deal with being grounded you smiled at Sonny. “I’ll meet you in front of the stairs after school.” you said as the bell rang, signifying the end of class.

“Bet” he said, smiling at you as well as you both left the classroom and went opposite ways to your next classes.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

After school, you walked outside and glanced around for the sight of the Hispanic boy you were meant to meet up with. You spot him over on the side, talking to one of his friends. You pulled up your bag and started to walk over to him, seeing him wave goodbye to the other person.

“Sonny!” you exclaimed when you were two or so feet away from the boy. He looked in your direction and smiled when he spotted you.

“(Y/N)! Are you ready to have the time of your life?” he genuinely asked you as he looked at you with a pointed look. You grinned and nodded, linking your arm in his outstretched one. He grinned and started dragging you towards the heights. “Then let's go!”

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

After a 10 or so minute walk, you reached a small, rundown neighborhood - that was bursting with life. You were in awe of how different it was from your own neighborhood. Colors seemed brighter here, there were more sounds, more smells, everything just seemed a lot more there. You watched as Sonny waved at so many different people's lives that they were old friends.

“Hola!” he shouted out at a man in a brown suit leaving a store. The man waved back at Sonny and shouted back.

“Hola Sonny!” Sonny grinned at the man and grabbed your wrist to safely drag you across the street. You both came to a stop in front of a hair salon?

“Okay, so this is the salon.” Sonny started as he opened the door. “The ladies in here are a little ... much.. But you’ll love them I swear.” he assured as he slowly gestured inside. You hesitantly stepped inside and were bombarded with exclamations and gasps from three ladies.

“No me diga!” (you don’t say!)

“Holaaa chica” (hiii girlie)

“Tu eres muy bonita!!!” (you’re very pretty!)

“Sonny, es tu novia/novio?” (sonny, is this your girlfriend/boyfriend?) Sonny nervously let out a series of nos and shook his hands back and forth to convey his message. You desperately wished you Spanish at this moment in time. The three ladies looked at him with a knowing look on their face. Fortunately for you, they switched to English.

“Hola! I’m Danila, this is Carla, and Cuca.” the lady in the middle said, offering her hand out to you.

“Hi! I’m (Y/N)” you said cheerfully as you greeted the three ladies. They all shook your hand and complimented your hair. You thanked them gratefully and complimented them back. Sonny then interjected into the conversation.

“C’mon I have more to show you!” he exclaimed as he grabbed your wrist for the second time that afternoon. You waved at the ladies behind you as the two of you exited the salon.

“They’re really fun!” you said, smiling.

“You should see them when there’s a block party.” Sonny said, laughing. You slightly smiled, not knowing what a block party was - but assumed it was a fun time. “Let’s go visit my cousin next” he declared “we can leave our backpacks there if you want.” he offered. You nodded in agreement and he grinned at you, taking you over to the crosswalk. He waved at a well-dressed girl who was sweeping outside the salon. She waved at both of you and you waved back.

“That’s Vanessa.” he whispered, leaning towards you so you could hear him better. “My cousin has a huuuuuge crush on her.” he admitted. “But don’t tell him I told you that!”

You laughed at your friend’s worry. “Don’t worry, I won’t!”

As soon as the two of you were about to cross the street, you heard someone shouting in the background.

“Ice cold piragua! Cherry, Strawberry! Ice cold piragua!”

Sonny gasped and rummaged through his pockets for any loose change or money he may have. He finally found a five dollar bill and ran up to the man who was shouting and pushing the cart. You jogged after him, not sure what he was doing.

“Hola piraguero!” he called as he came to a stop in front of the man.

“Hola Sonny!” he said as he gave your friend a high-five. “Who’s this?” he asked and offered out a hand to you, putting his towel on his shoulder.

“I’m (Y/N), Sonny’s friend from school.” you said, introducing yourself to the man. He nodded in awareness and shook your hand.

“Piraguero can I buy two piraguas?” Sonny asked the man. The man nodded and started to make two piraguas.

“What’s piragua?” you asked innocently as Sonny handed the man the five dollar bill.

“It’s this dessert from Puerto Rico. It’s kinda like shaved ice.” Sonny explained as he pointed to the cherry flavoring in the cart. “What flavor do you want?” he asked you as he took his own piragua.

“Strawberry.” you decided, and smiled gratefully when you were given the dessert.

“So?” the piraguero asked and gestured to the food in your hand. You took the spoon and cautiously took a bite, never having eaten something like this before. You let the ice melt in your mouth and smiled at the taste.

“It’s really good!” you said, grinning and eating more of the sweet food in front of you. The piraguero tipped his hat at you.

“Glad to hear it! Another success!” he said as he continued to walk down the block, chanting “Ice cold piragua!”

Sonny and you now crossed the street, armed with desserts. You approached a homey looking corner store. Sonny smiled and motioned with his face in the direction of the store.

“This is my cousin’s and I’s store.” he informed you as you got closer to the store. You nodded in understanding and stood back as Sonny nudged the door open with his hip. Immediately after entering he called out “Usnavi!!”

“Interesting name” you muttered out as you ate another spoon of the piragua.

“He got it from a boat.” he muttered back to you as you glanced at him with confusion. Unfortunately, Sonny decided that he did not want to elaborate on what he had just said. Shaking it off, you glanced towards a back door, where a man with a gray tee and a blue beret sort of hat walked through.

“Sonny! I told you, you don’t have to work today.” he reminded your friend as he ruffled his hair. Sonny put his piragua down and glanced up at the taller man in annoyance.

“I know but,” he started quickly turning to you. “This is my friend (y/n), (y/n) this is my cousin, Usnavi.” You put your piragua on the counter next to Sonny’s and stuck your hand out for the fourth time that afternoon.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” you greeted as he echoed back a similar greeting.

“So, we were wondering if we can leave our backpacks here while I show them more of the neighborhood?” he asked, rocking on his heels as he tried to appear as innocent as possible to his cousin. His cousin, however, saw right through his act and rolled his eyes. Despite that, he still agreed to Sonny’s question.

“Yeah man, hand the bags over.” Sonny shoved his bag into his cousin's hands as you cautiously gave him yours, thanking him as you did. He smiled at you and pointed towards the door, where Sonny was waiting for you.

“Have fun, but don’t break any laws.” he said, warning the two of you. You walked out of the store with Sonny, wondering what Usnavi meant by breaking laws. Surely Sonny wouldn’t break any laws. Right?

You fanned your face with your hands as the two of you trekked through Washington Heights some more. You had met so many new and cool people today, and had a lot of fun in the process too. You’d never met so many caring and upbeat people before. None of them seemed to care about their societal appearance, as many people in your neighborhood did.

“Hot?” Sonny asked you as he noticed you fanning yourself. You nodded and fanned yourself some more. Humming Sonny turned you backwards, stopping in front of a fire hydrant. “If Benny told me correctly..” he muttered out as he kicked the fire hydrant, quite hard in one specific spot. You watched him in confusion as he continuously kicked at that one spot.

Eventually, water started to sprout from the fire hydrant. Gasping, you took a step back and covered yourself with your arms in order to not get wet. Sonny on the other hand, grinned and started running through the hydrant. He noticed you slowly edging yourself away from the hydrant.

“Nuh uh!” he let out as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the water. “Dance with me!” he exclaimed and started to sing a little song. You stared at him as he moved his hips and arms in union, holding one hand out to you. You came here to have fun right? Whatever Sonny was doing seemed fun. You smiled and took his hand and started to jump around and dance with him until you heard fire trucks in the distance. Laughing, Sonny grabbed your hand and started to run back to his cousin's store. Right at that moment, you couldn’t be more grateful for your friend and you were definitely going to pay more visits to the little neighborhood known as Washington Heights.

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[keiarchived]

how about some headcanons of keigo fucking y/n with their curtains open?

He would be such an asshole, being all like “what is it dove? Want me to close the curtains? But then how would the neighbors know you’re mine?”

He would fuck her right in front of the window with the blinds wide fucking open, and so does her 😳...

He would be so smug about it all “come on birdie, show everyone how you rub that little clit for me can you? Show them the slut you are”

oh boy, is it hot in here,,, ????

I still have a few drabbles left of my 500 event but this kansksnsnsn THIS 🥴💦 honestly, at this point Keigo can fuck me anywhere and I won’t complain 👁👄👁

Think I’m gonna do rest of those drabble as hcs otherwise it’s gonna take me forever, sorry bubs

Hawks x f!reader

warnings: exhibitionism, humiliation

We all know Hawks is daring and love to experience, well this was one of them.

Or maybe he just like being the asshole

“K-Keigo, the curtains.” You pointed it out whilst getting absolutely hammered against the glass window, it’s a good thing you live a few floors up

He would have the audacity to just chuckle, fucking you harder. “What about ‘em? You want me to close them, baby? Aww, that’s cute. I thought you like this kinda thing.”

And well, he aren’t wrong

As much as you say no and how you hate it, your body says something different. The way your clenching around him, so wet and messy

Breasts pressing right up against those cold windows as you look down the busy streets, if any one of them decide to look up right now, they will see how you’re literally getting fucked and moaning pathetically

After a while with doggie, he pick you up. Legs hooked and spread across his arms, so you have no way to hide as he presses your front at the window whilst Keigo continue to fucks you

He would whisper encouragements, telling how pretty you look, how anyone would fall in love with you after looking at the state your in and how he gotta show everyone else his pretty little thing

“C’mon, dove. Rub that clit for me, let’s show them how it’s done hm? I want to see you cumming nice and hard on my cock, I want you to show everyone else what a pretty little cock slut you are for me.”

It was then when someone finally looked up, stunned by what they saw and that’s when you came too; locking eyes with the stranger as you falls back into Keigo’s arms. Cum dripping off you before the stranger was chased away by Keigo’s predatory gaze.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝕴'𝖉 𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖚𝖗𝖓 (𝕶𝖎𝖒 𝕳𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖏𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖌) 𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧! 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)× 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐀𝐔, 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: "𝐈'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞... 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧.."- 𝐈'𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧- 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦/𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧! 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧),

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The crowd trailed behind the entourage that was passing through the streets, all of them dressed in black mourning clothes as the priest leading them recited solemn verses in the Latin language that hardly any of the villagers understood. The only other sound besides the collective steps of their feet was the heart wrenching wailing coming from the grief stricken mother who clutched tightly onto the casket that held her deceased daughter's body, the corpse pale as snow while the darkened black lips struck out in sharp contrast. The bystanders looked at the now childless parents with pity, some of the men taking off their caps and draping it across their chest to show respect, while some of the women clutched their own children closely to them, fearing that perhaps one of their own might become the next victim in the series of horrific and unnatural deaths that were suddenly spiking up out of nowhere. The skies had been a smokey gray for quite some time, sunshine hadn't hit them ever since these horrible misfortunes started happening. The town was swept by death, causing a somber and haunting atmosphere that sent chills down the spines of even the bravest of men.

Some distance away from the funeral mass, a gloomy looking nobleman watched from on top of his horse as they marched towards the cemetary, the loud ringing of the church bell behind him adding a more dark effect to the event. He took a deep breath at the scene, these types of things no longer affecting him, he had become quite numb to them after having seen and witnessed so many of them. Still, he felt bothered by the fact that they had yet to find a solution to the problem. Ever since he and other nobles from the area, and even some from neighboring towns, were tasked with the mission of finding the root of the evil sending doom upon the towns and villages, they had hardly gotten any rest from the endless crying demands for answers from the peasants, from the king and parliament putting pressure on them to get things fixed and their own minds starting to crumble from seeing death everywhere.

Hearing the rattling of chains being scraped across the stone pavement, he turned his head to see 4 armored knights dragging a poor young woman. The tiny and frail thing already had scrapes across her body, her tired and sore limbs could barely stand up as she was being led to her execution. Her pleading and cries stating her innocence fell upon deaf ears, just like her predecessors. No matter how much she begged to be spared or asked for help, she was only met with disdainful and hate filled stares from anyone that saw, some even going as far as cursing or spitting at her direction. That was another scene that had become weekly thing, but unlike the other which didn't faze him, this was the one that still affected him greatly:

The burnings at the stakes of the supposed witches.

The galloping of another horse signaled that someone else was approaching him. Tugging gently at his trusted steed, he shifted to the right so he could welcome the person coming up to him, their horse neighing loudly as it came to a stop.

"Any reports Hongjoong?" He recognized the male as one of the noblemen he was closer to, though he wouldn't necessarily call him a friend.

Shaking his head, the raven haired male drew out an exhausted sigh.

"Not since the last one I sent, Chan. There's nothing much to detail right now. We either have to wait until the next child dies or until the next person is captured and tried for witchcraft." He gulped as he feared that the latter would be the case.

"I take it you saw the one we just caught?" Chan asked.

Hongjoong merely nodded, his partner seeming satisfied.

"Hopefully that's the last of them bloody pagans. Causing nothing but trouble in the kingdom, I wish they all died."

He wasn't surprised to hear his comrades or otherwise talk so spitefully against so called witches. He was very well aware of their hatred for them, blaming them for all the bad things that occurred to them such as famines, bad weather, plagues and other misfortunes.

"Are we even certain that it truly is them to blame for all these things?"

Chan looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Oi mate, don't tell me you're actually softening up to them? Everyone knows witches are the devil's workers sent out to strike us with all sorts of evils. If we get rid of them, we'll finally have some peace around here."

Hongjoong resisted the urge to roll his eyes or say something else. He knew how dangerous it was to voice out anything that went against the population opinion, and his status as one of the elite ranked nobles wouldn't spare him either. So instead he just kept quiet, and tried to do his job as best he could without having to point fingers or arrest anyone in the process. He definitely didn't want anymore innocent people burned just to satisfy the sadistic and twisted desires of others.

"I best be going now. I'm going to take one last look around the outskirts of town and see if I find anything unusual."

Chan commended his partner and wished him good fortune, he himself turning the other direction to oversee the burning that was about to happen. Kicking his horse's abdomen gently, Hongjoong raced through the streets, passing all the houses and farmlands, carefully making his way into the dense and eerie forest that was a few miles away from the town. Not one pious person dared to enter there, for there were rumors that it was the dwelling place of evil spirits, the few people who had gone in swearing on their lives that supernatural events occurred there.

But Hongjoong believed no such things nor paid attention to any of the talk such simple minded folks spewed out. Though he could not outwardly say it, he was opposed to the witch trials, believing the so called pagans to be harmless people who simply had different religious views and beliefs from the holy catholic church that predominated across the country. He was thoroughly convinced that they used brute force and drastic measures to eradicate anyone who dared present a challenge to their authority and thus strike fear into people, forcing them to stay in their churches, ruling over them with a tight iron fist.

Of course there was a time where Hongjoong himself believed in them just as the others still did. He used to be a very religious and righteous person, making sure to follow through on the customs and traditions laid out by the church and which were taught to him since infancy. There was a time he too was fervent in his endeavor to rid the country of all the heretics and pagans and hated them with a burning passion......

That is until he met one, not only seeing them up close, but he actually was saved by them when he accidentally slipped by a riverbank and nearly drowned. But he was caught and rescued. When he regained consciousness, he found himself staring up into the most beautiful [insert color] eyes that he had ever seen in his life. The kind stranger had taken him back to what he assumed was her temporary home, given that witches hardly stayed at one place for a long time. She treated the gnashes on his body that were caused by the sharp rocks and fed him some strange but delicious soups that helped him regain energy and his strength. Seeing and receiving her kindness and generosity even when she knew very well who he was had him questioning everything he was ever taught. He found himself going back into the woods, his only goal was to see her again. He visited her every time he could, growing fond of the exotic woman and developing a deep affection for her, which was more than welcomed by her as she reciprocated his feelings.

Slowly guiding his horse through the vast trees, he let out a smile as he finally spotted a familiar head of [insert color] hair. She had her back turned to him, the woman busy as she played with raven that had perched itself on her arm after being offered berries and other nuts. She whistled at it softly, giggling when the bird finished up its last morsel of food before spreading its wings and soaring high up on the sky.

"Beautiful." She couldn't help but say as she admired the way it flew across the heavens.

"Yes you are."

She was startled by the voice that suddenly spoke up behind her, but when she saw who it belonged her, her face brightened up. Quickly getting off his horse, Hongjoong ran over towards his lover who was equally sprinting over to him, careful not to stumble on her long emerald green dress. They embraced each other tightly, having gone weeks without seeing or hearing from each other.

"Thank goodness you're ok." Hongjoong whispered, placing a strong kiss on her cheek.

"My lord, I missed you." She brushed a hand across his face as she often did to feel his aura and warmth, something he learned long ago not to question. He simply allowed her to finish before taking her hand and placing kisses all over each of her fingertips.

"And I you. I missed you terribly Y/N. I thought I was going to be driven mad if I didn't see you again."

Thumbs caressing her jaw, his eyes looked into hers, silently asking for permission like they always did whenever he wanted a certain thing. Nodding enthusiastically, she pulled his body against hers and allowed him to kiss her. His kiss was desperate and full of emotions, as expected from someone who had been kept away from his love for too long. Once he got his fill of stealing more than a few kisses from her, he pulled away but still kept her at an arm's length, refusing to be separated from her.

"Are you well my love? You seem pained and agitated." She pointed out.

Hongjoong never felt any qualms about sharing his problems or thoughts with her. She wasn't oblivious to what was going on back in the town, which is why she stayed hidden, far away from prying eyes.

"Another child died recently and with that.... another trial."

Y/N shuddered slightly at the mention of the trials, not because she feared for her own life. But because she knew very well most if not all of the people who had died were all innocent and did not participate let alone knew anything about the practices she indulged in.

"It's not stopping anytime soon is it?"

Hongjoong shook his head in a defeated stance.

"Unless we find a reason as to why there are countless mortalities in the infants, they won't stop until they eliminate half of the population."

Feeling frustrated, Hongjoong walked over to one of the trees and punched the trunk, not caring that his knuckles were now scraped and had blood on them. Wanting to comfort him, Y/N wrapped her arms behind him, pulling him tightly against her body as she began singing a soft and oriental style lullaby that she'd often sing to him. He did not understand the words nor got a hint as to what the language was and he didn't dare ask. But it was soothing and healing to hear. He closed his eyes and felt himself drift off into a lucid dream in which no one else but him and Y/N existed. He began to forget about reality and instead enjoyed that moment of being with the person he loved and cherished the most. He was so enchanted by her voice he didn't even realize she had turned him around and trapped him between the tree and her body until he felt his back hit against the trunk.

Awakening from his trance, he gazed down at his lovely enchantress, his eyes lowering down to take in her curves that stood out in that tight and fitted dress she was wearing. He began to have impure thoughts and imagined what would she look like without those garments, no doubt majestic and gorgeous. Her silhouette was very desirable and he'd often fantasise about having her nude body pressed against his own. As if reading his thoughts, Y/N pressed her chest against his, rubbing her breasts against his torso which had Hongjoong inhaling sharply as he stared down at her cleavage.

"I shouldn't feel like this.." He admitted rather embarrassed, having always prided himself in being able to restrain himself from such sinful and tempting desires.

Chuckling softly, the young witch pressed open mouth kisses across his jaw, making him fall deeper into her charms, unable to resist her touches. Another thing about Y/N: she awakened some very unwholesome and carnal feelings that had been buried deep down for years. He had never looked nor thought of a woman like he did with her. Never did he feel an intense want to own her, claim her body and fill her up with his seed so they could be connected as one. But he always shyed away from fully releasing his earthly desires, afraid of not being able to satisfy her given his lack of experience.

"Oh God-" Hongjoong muttered when her mouth nibbled across his neck, teeth raking against his soft skin.

"Do you really think it's wise to call out to him when we're doing something that's completely unholy?" She teased, lightly sucking on a particularly sensitive patch of skin.

Hongjoong tensed up when he felt her hand brush along his pants. Instinctively, he stopped her hand, effectively making her pull away from his neck to make sure she didn't cause him any harm or unpleasant feeling.

"Remember I'm- I'm a virgin..." He said that last part very quietly, cheeks turning a faint red tone.

Smiling kindly at him, she pressed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I'm well aware my love and I promised I wouldn't force you to do anything you're not ready for. So trust me, I will wait until you're ready." She assured him.

Hongjoong felt blessed to have her, she was so caring and understanding with him, not to mention patient and reasonable. He felt safe when he was with her and he felt truly free to be who he really was and not someone society expected him to be.

"That being said..... I can't let my lord leave with a problem in his trousers. So just relax and trust me for a moment ok?"

Hongjoong watched carefully as she sank down on her knees, her eyes looking up at him with such lust and fiery passion. Although stiffening when she palmed at his tent, he relaxed and let himself enjoy the feeling. He didn't blink at all when he saw her take out his member from its confinement, her eyes graced at seeing his well endowed length for the very first time. Hongjoong couldn't do anything but gasp and moan when her wet and hot mouth was suddenly taking him in, his head hitting the very end of her mouth. He swallowed hard and threw his head against the tree behind him, getting addicted to this new and unholy sensation that was building up inside him. A seemingly wrong yet wondrous stirring began to form on the pit of his stomach, piling up and threatening to break loose very soon. Clasping the back of her head to steady his trembling legs, he shook harshly as he felt his release spurt out of him and run down her throat. Y/N hummed in approval and satisfaction as she tasted and gulped down the creamy and delectable flavor of her lover, making sure not to let one drip go to waste.

When she pulled back and dressed him back up, Hongjoong was still in shock, eyes wide as he tried to comprehend what had just taken place. Flashing him a mischievous smirk, Y/N kissed him one last time, slipping her tongue inside his mouth to let him get a taste of himself.

"It's getting late my lord. You best be getting back before the evil spirits come out and claim your soul."

They both bursted into laughter at her teasing words, embracing each other one last time as the sun set behind them.

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Returning back from a week's journey from the capital, Hongjoong got off his horse and handed the reins over to one of the lackeys that tended and watched over the horses while the masters tended to serious matters inside the castle. The guards paid their respects, welcoming Hongjoong back and opening the doors up for him. Stepping into the foyer, he acknowledged all the other men that wandered through the halls, bidding them greetings and overall studying the atmosphere. Everyone seemed to be in confusion and full of anxiety, which made him wonder what on earth had happen while he was away.

"Hongjoong!"

He turned to find none other than Chan striding over to him, his face illuminated with a brilliant and triumphant smile. Although Hongjoong extended his hand so it could be shaken, Chan went the extra mile and actually draped one of his abnormally long arms across his comrade.

"I think we finally did it mate."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow at him, letting Chan guide him down one of the staircases that led to the torture chambers and cells they used for criminals.

"Did what?"

Chan seemed eager to share his findings.

"We might actually be on the brink of solving this long time problem that has been plaguing us with sorrow and grief."

"You mean to tell me the doctor's have finally found a cure for this disease?" Perhaps he was hoping for too much, after all, this was Chan he was speaking to.

"No! Even better mate! We captured someone-"

Hongjoong immediately tuned him out, it was too early for him to start hearing another sermon on why pagans and witches were evil and deserved to die. Besides, Chan always swore anyone he captured was the one who caused all the distressing situations they had thus encountered, but of course, there were still children dying. So Hongjoong refused to hear him gloat about finding the 'leader' of the cult. It seemed as though Chan could read Hongjoong's expression.

"I know you think I'm crazy Joong, but trust me. This time....it's for real."

Ushering the guards to let them pass through the iron barred doors, Chan and Hongjoong stepped inside the dimly lit dungeon, the crackling noise of the fire torches hung across the stone walls and the faint sound of water dripping being their only companions.

"She herself didn't even deny the fact that she's a witch. She proudly identified herself as one."

"But has she admitted to causing this plague throughout the land?" Hongjoong interrogates him.

"She adamantly denies that, but it doesn't matter. She's a professed witch and thus must receive a proper execution just like the rest of her kind. It's actually scheduled for tomorrow."

"If that's the case and her fate is sealed, why are you bringing me down here? I'll witness her death in the morning anyhow." Hongjoong had a mind to turn around and go back home, irked at the fact he had been summoned for this foolishness without even getting a chance to rest at his home.

"Well no need to get upset mate. I just thought you'd want to see her that's all. I'll tell you this, she's one of the prettiest pagans I've ever met. Her darling face could be mistaken for an angel's actually."

Crossing a corner and finally standing in front of the cell that held their captive, Hongjoong froze when the prisoner lifted her face and he saw who it was.

"No....it can't be.." His worst fear had come true as it was none other than Y/N who was being kept locked away in the prison.

"Told you she was very pretty? Took your breath away did she?" Chan let out a hearty laugh, but Hongjoong wasn't amused in the slightest bit. He peered with sorrowful and apologetic eyes at his secret lover, who throughout all this remained calm and collected, not letting a single facial muscle give away anything.

"Such a pity to know she'll die though."

Hongjoong clenched his hand into a fist, determined to punch Chan but when he met Y/N's eyes, she silently warned him not to think about doing something so foolish.

"Well now that you saw her, we best be going back now."

"No...... let me talk to her for a moment." Hongjoong stated.

Although confused, Chan didn't think too much about it.

"Suit yourself, but be careful. Don't want her putting a curse on you or something."

Waiting until the clanking of the doors signaled that they were bolted and making sure no one was within earshot of them, Hongjoong pressed himself against the bars that held him back from embracing his lovely maiden.

"Are you all right?"

Y/N looked around at her surroundings, humming softly before standing up from the wooden chair.

"Not exactly the most comfortable of places, but I've slept in much worse conditions than this. At least they're decent enough to bring me a meal every few hours." Her light chuckle and unworried demeanor was startling Hongjoong.

"Y/N, I don't know how but I'll get you out of here. Just let me run back to my place and-"

"Hongjoong." She interrupted him and stepped right in front of him, her fingers touching his hand as much as she could despite having an obstacle between them.

"You won't be successful. We'll be captured in no time and not only will I still be burned, you will suffer an even worst fate than mine. I can't...I absolutely forbid you to do anything about my situation."

Hongjoong began breathing heavily, cursing the heavens for being powerless in tearing the iron bars down and taking her away from him.

"I can't just let you die. I can't..... I love you." He sobbed, nails desperately clawing at the metallic wall as if he could tear through them.

"And I love you my lord. I always will...... but I need you to trust me now more than ever. You do trust me right?"

"With my entire soul, heart, mind and existence." He replied with no hesitation.

She smiled fondly at his answer.

"Then I need you to do one final thing for me."

Sliding up the sleeve of her dress, she pulled off a flower from the makeshift bracelet she often had on her.

"See this flower? This is called a valerian officinalis. I'm sure you've seen many of them grow near my cottage."

Recognizing the small yet sweet smelling flower, Hongjoong immediately nodded.

"I'm going to need you to go back to my place and gather about 6 of them. Boil them in a pot of water and drink its contents."

Hongjoong listened to each of her instructions, engraving them on his mind.

"And then?"

With lips curled into a wicked smile, Y/N responded:

"And then just wait for me to return to you."

Hongjoong was about to say something, ask about how it would be possible, but Y/N hushed him.

"I told you to trust me my lord, so please trust me when I say that we will see each other again. I will make sure of it. You have nothing to fear."

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The young woman took careful and meticulous steps across the dirt road she was being left upon. Her bare feet were covered in dirt and grime, matching her hands which were outstretched in front of her, wrists bound with iron cuffs that had various chains attached to it, each being pulled by 4 different men who wore black robes with hoods covering their heads. She held her head up high, refusing to lose her dignity as she trailed through the marshland around her. Her eyes were fixed on the pole that stood near the end of the road, a crucifix nailed at the very top while a pile of hay and and wood was gathered at the base of it. Her guides themselves were bearing torches that were already blazing in flames, soon to be consuming her body.

Finally coming in front of the stake, she didn't hesitate to step up and press her back against the wooden pole, further confusing the men in charge of escorting her there. Still they just opted for finishing their task as they began to tie her body to the stake with ropes, the harsh material scratching against the exposed parts of her skin. She nearly rolled her eyes as one of them began reciting some holy repertoire that was probably said at every execution. One of the men stepped up in front of her, placing his torch near the base.

"Any last words?" He asked as they always did before lighting the victims on fire.

Closing her eyes, Y/N took a deep breath, gathering all her strength before uttering out her next words:

"Ex inferno, et incendent civitatem hanc oriri me cinere."

The 4 men looked at each other in confusion, wondering what she said, but ultimately failed to comprehend her words. Following as the man in charge was doing, they all lowered their torches onto the hay and wood, immediately setting it ablaze. Stepping back from the flames, they watched as the smoke began to cover the young woman's body, the last thing they saw through all the dense fumes was the young witch's haunting face, an evil grin staring back at them, sending shivers down their bodies as they wondered if they were hallucinating or did they in fact watched her eyes shift to a dark crimson color. Before they could even ask each other if they saw the same thing, they all began screaming in agony as their bodies suddenly began burning with great intensity, raging fires consuming their flesh and bones in mere minutes until nothing but a pile of ashes were scattered about.

At a distance, back in the quiet and unsuspecting town, the villagers went about their business, all of them happy at the news that the so called leader of the cult that had plagued and tortured them for so long was finally being put to death. They began to think that finally they would no longer live under the fear of having heathens roam around disrupting their lives. All of them had jolly and gleeful smiles on their faces, the town booming with laughter and celebration.....

Their laughter was soon replaced by their frantic and terrified shouting, smiles transforming into crying and fear stricken expressions as fire began to sprout out from the ground in all directions, starting with the holy church that was the center of their town. One by one, all of the houses, from the most humble to the most luxurious and extravagant ones of them burst into flames. The raging fire showed no mercy as it consumed man, woman, children and livestock with no discrimination. All of them soon fell victim to the excruciating fiery death that they had inflicted against countless innocent victims that deserved no such fate.....

Now they had to paid for their sins, pay them in full until their ashes laid scattered all around, leaving absolutely no soul spared.

All of them burned to the ground.

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Violently sitting up, Hongjoong gasped sharply as he woke up from a very deep and dark sleep. Looking around, he realized he was still inside Y/N's quaint and exotic cottage. Seeing a sliver of light pour in, he realized he must have been knocked out for hours.

"Y/N!"

Remembering that she was to be executed that morning, he dashed out of her home, running as fast as he could through the forest in the direction of the village. He hoped he wasn't too late. He knew she told him to trust her, but he was only human and he was desperate to go investigate what had happened. Through clenched teeth, he pushed past his tired state and made it past the last monumental trees that stood near the end of the forest. He halted when he caught a glimpse of the town from where he stood:

The air was all gray, a dense cloud of smoke covered almost the entirety of the town. Through the blackened ruins he could still spot a few orange and red flames that refused to die out until it had completed its mission of destroying every last stone and brick in the area. He was completely awestruck at the scene, unable to say anything as the sun started to set behind him.

Realizing how dangerous it was to stay there, he turned back and ran inside the forest once more. He ran around as if he were a madman, with no clear direction in mind. He just went wherever his legs seemed to carry him. He finally stopped right in front of the creek that ran through the forest. He leaned against one of the sycamores that grew throughout the woodland. His panted deeply, trying to catch his breath. He was on the verge of combusting into tears when he suddenly distinguished a familiar tune echoing through the forest. He knew that eerie and haunting melody anywhere, and even blind he'd be able to follow that sweet voice right to its owner without a guide. Looking around, he searched in hopes of finding where the singer was hiding. Hongjoong began to wonder if perhaps his mind was just being delusional, but the rustling of leaves behind him let him know it wasn't the case.

"You're an awfully difficult person to find my lord."

He let out a sigh of relief at finally hearing Y/N's voice again. Turning around, he was about to hold her in his arms but he stopped himself when he saw the state she was in: there his lover stood, hair completely down while her body was completely bare to him. He swallowed hard as he found it difficult to look away as his eyes took in her perfectly sculpted breasts, slowly trailing down her body and fixing their gaze in between her legs, admiring her lady mound. His mouth was agape, his whole body stunned as he saw Y/N in her most vulnerable state for the first time. He could faintly distinguish a few gnashes on her wrists and ankles, no doubt brought upon due to the scraping of bounds that was she was subjected to. And although she cleaned most of it off, there was still some leftover soot staining parts of her body, mostly on her shoulders, knees and elbows. And yet she still looked as ethereal as ever, perhaps even more so now.

She couldn't hide her smirk as she was not oblivious about him gawking at her figure. She simply and calmly walked closer to him, taking in each reaction he made. She could feel him get aroused the closer their distance got.

"I hope the sight doesn't fall short from what you had imagined." She teased him, her hands wrapping around his neck.

"Oh trust me..... you're even more beautiful than I imagined."

Hongjoong lifted up one hand so it could caress her arm, though his movements were rather awkward and hesitant. She knew he kept questioning whether it was all right for him to touch you. Wanting to assure him it was not a crime, she pecked his lips before taking one of his hands and placing it on her chest right where her heart was.

"Do not be afraid my lord. I'm all yours and you're free to touch me as you please." She was actually longing for him to touch her, feel his hands on her most intimate parts.

Looking back into her eyes, Hongjoong pulled her against him, one arm around her waist while the other kept her chin tilted up so he may devour her mouth, using all the tongue movements he remembered her doing on him. His hand that was innocently holding her waist moved to a less chaste position as it cupped one of her tender breasts. He squeezed and pressed against her soft flesh, playing around and familiarizing himself with the outline of her erect nipples. His other hand followed suit and dropped to apply the same treatment on her other breasts, not wanting it to feel neglected from his gentle groping. Y/N gasped softly when Hongjoong pulled his mouth away from hers so he could kiss along her jaw and the top of her neck, catching her breath.

Meanwhile Hongjoong continued his exploration of her body. Slowly he inched a hand in between her legs, hesitating when it was inches away from her most intimate place, but eventually curiosity got the better of him and his fingers delved deep into her slit. He found it wet and warm, and it was fascinating to him. Dragging his fingers along her folds, he found that he could part them and touch an even softer and silky lining. Whenever he brushed or touched a certain tiny nub, he could feel her body becoming more responsive. Indeed, as he began to rub and press against that tiny organ, her lewd sounds were becoming more frequent and higher in pitch. The more he touched and probed around the forbidden parts of her body, the more his desire grew to become one with her, lust starting to take over his senses, slowly crumbling the last shred of self control he had.

"Take me." He finally said.

Being so dazed from having him touch her, Y/N fluttered her eyes open in confusion.

"I'm ready my love. Just take all of me and make me yours. I want you to defile me." His eyes burned with determination, not one shred of doubt in them.

Grinning at him, Y/N reached over to unclasp the cape that he was wearing and laid it flat on the earth beneath them. Starting with his silk shirt, she began to strip him out of his noble attire, refusing to let him help her out. She wanted to undress him as she wanted. More than satisfied with his bare body in front of her, Y/N guided him to lay down on the makeshift blanket, making sure to be as gentle and caring as possible. Hongjoong gasped when she climbed on top of him, her wet heat ever so slightly grazing upon his erect member. Taking one hand into her own, she made sure he was looking at her.

"I love you." She confessed.

"And I you." He replied in complete earnest.

Hongjoong groaned and threw his head back as his breathtaking enchantress sunk herself down onto him, effectively connecting their bodies together. It was the most intoxicating and thrilling experience he had ever felt. He didn't care if it was a mortal sin that would condemn him to an eternity in hell. He happily and gratefully allowed himself to be plunged deeper and deeper into damnation. He closed his eyes as on overwhelming wave of pleasure began to take over his body, numbing all other senses, the only thing he felt was how wonderful and bewildering Y/N's body felt on him. She too was enjoying herself, the look of amazement and passion on Hongjoong's face making her feel a sense of pride as she slowly stripped his last shred of purity from him. She loved him so dearly, she had never wanted someone as much as she wanted him. And now....she finally had him. He was all hers and only hers. He willingly and wholeheartedly gave all of himself to her with no regrets.

Feeling a fiery sensation form on the pit of his stomach, Hongjoong gasped violently as his body began convulsing and out from his member a load of semen poured out until it thoroughly coated his lover's velvet walls which had also began to tighten and constrict around him as a pool of heat rushed down Y/N's body when she felt the handsome man underneath her fill her up to the brim. Unable to resist any longer, she arched down and latched her mouth on his neck, suckling and nibbling against his petal like skin before sinking her teeth down, penetrating deep in his flesh. Hongjoong cried out softly at the stinging pain that felt so delicious at the same time.

"There now my sweet and darling lord..." Y/N lightly purred against his neck, her hot breath sending more shudders down his body.

Hongjoong felt like he was in a daze and he didn't want to come out of it. He did not feel frightened even as his gorgeous enchantress sat up once again and stared down at him intensely, her previously [insert color] eyes now a bright crimson color that burned like the depths of hell.

"You belong to me."

[rumbleonthemill]

Why I'm tired of communities and certain people; a thread.

[ note: I'll only speak for myself and my close friends from the community, who since then left because of the bullies. Noone else ]

[note2: shipping is when you pair two characters because of reasons, and want them to be very close friends or lovers.]

The thing started in 2021 December, at least I noticed it at that moment. You guessed, it's an edited post, there was something else here before. I'm only adding the screnshots as evidence for later purposes AND writing context so it's easier to understand.

It's a trend nowadays, and while I'm saying "trend" I really mean it; if one wants to ruin another's career in a community or whatever they have there (couldn't be called a career but still) they just pull the "xy is p€doph1le! Supports abu$e and such! Bad person! Cancel them!" card and especially tumblr will immediately listen to them, even if they have exactly ZERO evidence, only a shit callout post. Or multiple.

The quoted things were made up by the bullies and are getting spreaded, probably still.

the people I'm attaching the posts of below, had enough of seeing a ship(!) that's been here since the beginning of the community.

Before they were even here.

or before I was here, this pairing/ship of the two men [Neighbor x Player ] is as old as HN.

explanation post about the pairing is on this link.

Once again, some anti shippers are trying to ruin the lives of people. Real life lives. Not just online profiles.

reason: they dislike a fucking ship between two fictional adults.

To the bullies: you DO NOT set the rules and YOU HAVE NO AUTHORITY TO TELL OTHERS, HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIFE AND WHAT TO LOVE.

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I must address that in the early Hello neighbor era, around 2017-18 the HN community was awesome, accepting and open to all ideas, supportive towards almost every headcanon and theory, kept together in need - it was a good community.

I didn't call it a bad community, and still, it's always a group of people who are being assholes, not everyone.

There are many nice people

Who these idiots have scared away now. People who don't dare to raise their voice.

Because they're scared by bullies.

The good era was what these idiots ruined

pictures in bigger resolution: 1 | 2

what daradiostarz/da-radio-starz and his friends are spreading, is that fans of certain ship support abu$€ / p€đophilia.

Personally I block every single human who just gets a bit close to supporting these topics........but hey, some random ass people who don’t know me AT ALL, surely know my thoughts better!........for fuck’s sake.

I can only talk for myself, obviously as I stated in the beginning. And my very very close friend group, the good old first gen fans.

What they bullies say, never happened. They made up a fuckin ship name noone has ever heard about + made up lies, listed above -> expect their followers to blindly believe it,despite they have no evidence at all.

they were the ones, who portrayed title character as a p_do (I’ll never forgive this!) + they are the ones who support ab_se. and they also stole fanarts from fans. so we got some art theft here also.

True fans of the ship always supported the love between two adults. Kid versions of characters didn't even exist during that time ffs...

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there’s thousands of fanarts of these two characters, and both of them are adults. even the callout post STOLE images, that feature two ADULTS.

The bullies mostly had arguments with little kids (bullies being around age 18 and such) or shippers who did mary sue, or shipped something they liked. It's everyone's own business what they like. If a kid sends someone dm and images -> god gave everyone free will, to ignore these messages.

if I could do it in the past, then why can’t the bullies? the block button still exists!

..

Once again, there's no evidence to what they say, because that thing which they try to push on some people, doesn't exist.

They just spit shit about a group of people.. Spread the shit they made up and think exists, while it doesn't

When I told the situation to my friend who was also dragged in, she suddenly remembered that r.starz named bully on a way:

since then she took the mentioned drawing down to avoid being bullied.

once again, all the fans did, was shipping two men and having fun.

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However, from the bullies' part, we received CYBERBULLYING, visual support of ABUSE on their blogs, drawings from them, which could hint the terrible things they try to push on us, encouraging people to bully other people who don't know shit about THE WHOLE SITUATION, ART THEFT..

Basically, they try to push on innocent people, what THEY are doing.

I'll once again send this one; cyberbullying is admitted+fanarts of people are being used without a single permission. that’s called art theft.

All that shit because they can't ignore profiles they blocked(!) previously.

I once checked this person's tumblr, to find out he blocked me YET he still keeps retuning to my page daily and endlessly stalks me with multiple supporters of his, writing callout posts behind my back, and reblogging nonsense/lies about me and other people. spreading shit behind my back and telling them lies. I know from multiple sources that it keeps happening.

I did write two reaction posts, again, REACTION posts, since I knew nothing about all of this shit until it wasn't sent to me.

as a side note, I’ll just tell that I did not invent the ship lol.

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I never had any kind of interaction with him or the-meme-monarch, ever. They don't know me at all, mo/narch kept spreading I still actively draw ship, while I stopped in early 2020😂 well, bitch, if you want ship/ positive Peterson posts, then be my fucking guest!~ let's go!

That person makes me vomit too with the fake ass shit they're spreading

Not to mention, the people whose posts I attached above HATE the title character of the franchise. Their posts are shown above.

Also, they tell you to not make au's..., yet they make theirs.

Calling my friend "white" which can also be racist as fuck, especially because they don't know his race!

So,when checked, their blog was FULL OF HATE. Full. Every 1.5th post was about hate towards some characters, especially Neighbor. While most FANS try to spread love in the community, these idiots spread NEGATIVE shit only. Telling others that they're not allowed to love characters.

Why the fuck are you in the community, if you hate the main character? Want him to die with terrible death, stab a kid(!) on your drawing, and you even portray him in the callout post as a p€do looking horrible person!

Brb vomiting.

...

I'm back.

Anyone can check any of my sites, anytime. I and the people who were dragged into this useless shit, were(*are) basically bullied for MONTHS, shittalked.. I mean, these people SPREADED FAKE SHIT ABOUT ME AND OTHERS WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES!

And not a single soul did actually send these to me until a point , I found them by pure accident!

You know what?! I feel SORRY FOR ALL OF THE PEOPLE ABOVE. They are so fucking bored in front of their computers, they have NOTHING in their life, they just make up some shit in their small brains and then try to pull random fans into this shit.

That's what they do. They lack life.

Hating fans is one thing, but just because you are unable to SCROLL THROUGH a feed that has things you may not like, and because of that you want to ruin people to the point they need to go to hospital and get medical help, is another!

These people, the bullies above are the real assholes and I can actually prove this with screenshots and evidence.

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As I'm writing this, I'm actually past several hospital visits and attempts to get medical help due to stress, that's been lasting since early January.

I have many "better" things to do, yet I have to defend myself and my friends for things we haven't done.

Bitch....

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I once again ask everyone to discuss topics like that and if they see ANY shitpost about anyone..please, PLEASE ask the person themselves before making those conclusions.

I know multiple people in multiple communities who had to go through similar drama. What did they do? I can say for sure,.nothing. They were either misunderstood on purpose, or they didn't even do the thing they got bullied for.

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I'll say once again.

I'll draw what I want.

I'll share it if I want to.

If you don't like it, then block me. That's what the button is for.

The end.

Edit: bullying got so far, people are afraid to do what they like.

no comment.

Fill the ship tags with love, not hate.

[atlabeth]

transferred part four - atla smau

TRANSFERRED - zuko x fem!reader

masterlist | part 3 | part 5

summary: trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know that he’s falling for you as well.

warning: cursing

a/n: IM SORRY I KEEP SWITCHING POVS the one at the end is katara lmao

taglist:  @ourbestfriend-mishacollins , @lil-lex1 , @xxshad0wxb1rdxx , @zuko-is-the-sun​ 

You slipped your phone into the back pocket of your jeans and got out of your car, taking a few moments to stretch out your arms and legs after the long drive. It was a little weird to think that this was going to be your new home and university, especially after so long in Kyoshi, but you were honestly looking forward to the change. After the disastrous breakup you endured, it was time for a new chapter. 

Your eyes instinctively snapped over to where you heard a noise, and a huge grin broke out on your face. Two people were coming out of the complex, and they were none other than your two roommates. 

“Sokka, Aang!” You yelled as you ran towards them. You barreled into Sokka and wrapped him in the tightest hug you could muster, looping Aang into it as well for a few moments before you pulled away, smiling so wide your face hurt. 

“Aang, it’s so good to see you, and Sokka — Sokka, you’ve gotten so tall!” You mussed up his hair with your hand which he swatted away. 

“It’s good to see you too, Y/N, but it hasn’t even been that long! And I don’t know how many times I have to remind you that you’re only a year and a half older than me!” 

“Sokka, I haven’t seen you since I moved to Kyoshi for college. It’s been far too long.” You gestured with your head for them to follow you as you started walking over to your car. “And Aang, it’s been forever since I’ve seen you too! You better be treating Katara well.” 

The shorter boy smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, faint red tinting his cheeks. “I like to think I am, we’re really happy together. She’s the best person that I know and the most beautiful girl ever and she always h-” 

“Okay, that’s enough! Seriously Y/N, you don’t have to whip out the interrogations right away.” Despite his complaints, Sokka gave you a genuine smile and you could tell he was just as happy to see you. 

“Whatever. I’m gonna need all the details on everything that’s been going on the past three years. The occasional facetime call has not been enough.” You went to the back of your car and opened your trunk where most of the boxes were, turning your head when you heard another car pulling up. 

“That’s Katara’s car!” Aang exclaimed. “That must be her and the other girls!” 

The car pulled in two spots away from you and as soon as it stopped, an auburn-haired girl jumped out of the driver's seat and streaked over towards you, wrapping you in an even tighter hug than you gave Sokka. 

“Suki!” She was practically suffocating you but you were so glad to see her that you didn’t even care. “I’m so glad you’re here!” 

“Like I would miss my best friend’s moving day?” The two of you pulled away and went through your increasingly elaborate handshake, ending in a hip bump that caused you both to dissolve into giggles. “You look amazing, Y/N. It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been together.” 

“Well, we don’t have to worry about that anymore, because I’m here to stay! At least for the next four years.” You laughed and looked over to where your sister was helping Toph out of the car and gave her a wave. 

“As much fun as I’m having with all these greetings, we gotta start moving these fuckin’ boxes! At this rate, I’m gonna be sleeping outside.” You hugged Katara as well when she walked over, then you picked the first box up and motioned with your head for everyone else to get one as you started walking backwards towards the apartment. “Toph is the only one who’s exempt from this, everyone else gets a box and s-” 

You stopped in the middle of your sentence when someone bumped into you from behind, causing you to nearly drop your box. You were just as surprised when you felt hands on your waist, keeping you steady and helping you regain your balance. You turned your head and could immediately feel your cheeks heating up as you hastily moved away, laughing nervously and occupying yourself with the box in your hands. 

“Hey! Zuko! Nice to meet you! It is Zuko, right?” His golden eyes seemed to burn into you, but they were offset by his kind smile and the casual nod he gave you. 

“Yeah, that’s me. Sorry I’m so late, I was showering. I didn’t think you were gonna be here so soon.” He waved at Katara and Suki and they smiled back at him. 

He was even more attractive in person. His jet black hair, still a little wet from his shower, hanging just above his eyes was really doing it for you, and god, his eyes. They were intense, but more like a comforting campfire than a raging wildfire. You didn’t even realize you were staring until Sokka elbowed you. 

Your eyes widened slightly and you quickly averted them, adjusting your hold on the box and letting out another nervous laugh. ��Now that we’re all here, how about these boxes, huh? I don’t have that much stuff because I’m broke, which is good for all of you.” 

You had gotten out of your flustered state by the time that everyone had a box in hand, save for Toph, and conversation flowed much easier while you and the rest of the group walked into the complex. 

“How was your drive, Y/N?” Zuko asked, holding the door open with his back as you all filed inside.

You shook your head and scoffed as you hit the button to call the elevator. “As boring as you can imagine. Traffic wasn’t horrible, but I swear I hit every single light on the way here. My music was the only thing that kept me sane.” 

“One pro of being blind is that I always have company in cars, but it also kinda sucks when the only source of conversation you have is Sokka or Katara,” Toph said with a teasing grin. 

“What?” Both of the aforementioned yelled at the same time, causing everyone except them to dissolve into laughter. 

“This is what I missed. I don’t even have to make up for three years of missed teasing because Toph’s had it taken care of.” You patted her on the shoulder as the elevator door opened and everyone filed in. “What floor are we on?” 

“Three. There’s a lot of foot traffic and we have some very annoying neighbors, but it’s one of the cheaper places here!” Sokka pushed the button and the doors closed. 

“Sounds.. fun!” You couldn’t really complain because you had practically begged for Sokka to let you live with him, plus you couldn’t afford anything more than splitting rent four ways in a cheap apartment. “Is there anything else I should know?” 

“Sokka never washes his dishes and only takes out the trash if you yell at him to do it. Zuko always leaves his towels on the ground but he’s a neat freak so the cleanliness of his room leeches into the rest of our apartment, it’s great. And I’m a perfect roommate,” Aang said with his smile that could convince you to give him everything you owned. 

“That is such a lie, Aang! I do everything that I’m supposed to do; your room is a mess that can’t even be cleaned up by Zuko, plus you stay up super late all the time talking on the phone to Katara! Thin walls buddy, THIN. WALLS.” 

“Do you want to talk about thin walls? Because you play your music as loud as possible, and somehow it’s always when I’m trying to study! And every time we drink, you become a huge mess.” After Zuko put his word in, the three boys all started arguing. You made eye contact with Katara and Suki; Katara gave you a sympathetic smile but Suki just grinned. 

“Alright, boys! We’re here, so kindly shut up.” You elbowed Sokka in the side as you walked out of the elevator, giving him an innocent smile when he scowled at you. “Lead the way, bro.” 

~~ 

It took about ten minutes to get all of your boxes in the apartment with six people helping you, and though the girls wanted to stay they had to get back for some stuff relating to their classes. You thanked and hugged them all, and soon it was just you, your brother, your sister’s boyfriend, and the guy that you thought was hot. 

You spun around in the living room before collapsing onto the couch, spreading your arms out above you and sighing heavily. “I feel like I could fall asleep right here.” 

“I hope you can because that’s where you’re gonna be sleeping.” You looked up at Sokka with shock, and he stared back at you for about five seconds until he started laughing. 

“Ah, you should’ve SEEN your face!” He managed to get out through his laughter, wiping a tear from his eye. 

“Do you enjoy causing me pain?” 

“Very much so.” 

“You and Sokka are sharing a room, Y/N. Aang and I are in the other. And don’t worry, there are two twin beds in each so you don’t have to share share,” Zuko explained quickly. 

“Oh, fantastic. My boyfriend always snored a lot so I’ve gotten very good at tuning them out. You’re lucky that I’m the best roommate ever, bro.” 

“First you invade the sanctuary that is my home, and then the sanctuary that is the group chat for the home, and now you embarrass me in front of all of my friends for no reason? You are not my mom!” 

“Come on Y/N, we can show you around your room and the apartment.” Aang interrupted Sokka’s spiel, still going on in the background as the two of you walked over to a door with a large band poster on it. 

Zuko watched your retreating figure with a small smile on his face until you disappeared into the room, snapping out of his trance when Sokka started pulling him towards the room, grumbling about how ‘no one appreciates my genius’ and ‘can’t believe they left me’. 

[taetaespeaches]

“You did not just bring a fruitcake into my home.”

taehyung x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.6K

a/n: hi lovelies! I tend to just start writing my Tae fics with little plot in mind and see where it takes me and that’s what this is a result of. I wasn’t sure about it but it’s been both Chlo and Mads approved so I’ll trust them haha. Tae comes to Peaches’/reader’s place with a fruitcake and that’s basically it lmao. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

SITTING on the floor of the living room, Yeontan in your lap, you spread the pink watercolor paint across the paper as you hummed along to the music playing from your phone. It was a fairly new hobby still, but you were trying to experiment with all sorts of art mediums.

Your humming was cut off by your own small yelp when the front door suddenly burst open, your gaze snapping from the partially painted sheet to your boyfriend beaming at you brightly. The quirk of your lips in response to the man was natural as Yeontan bolted to greet his dad.

“Peaches,” Taehyung breathed out happily, your eyes widening as you watched him expectantly. “Tannie,” he greeted the pup, kneeling down to pet the dog as Yeontan wiggled with unbridled excitement. “Peaches,” he said again, standing back up to look at you.

“What is happening?” You asked curiously, a small giggle leaving you as he nodded to the kitchen before walking away. “Tae,” you called out, quickly standing up to follow him, watching Yeontan trot along behind Taehyung.

When you reached the kitchen, your boyfriend was holding the dog as he stood at the island, his expression gleeful and adorable. “Why are you in such a good mood?” You asked, searching his frame before your eyes fell to countertop, in which a particularly festive dessert sat. “You did not just bring a fruitcake into my home,” you stated bluntly, though you were mostly kidding.

“Have you ever had a fruitcake before?” He asked, you quirking your head at the baked good sitting on the counter.

“Unfortunately,” you replied, looking up just in time to observe Taehyung as his eyes widened adorably, making him look innocent. He was innocent. Innocently ignorant to the horrors of fruitcakes. “Tae, baby, why do you have a fruitcake?”

“Are they that bad?” He asked in shock, looking down at the cake, lifting the plastic wrap that was draped over it.

“They aren’t good,” you chuckled. “Dearest, where did you get this?”

“Your neighbor,” he answered, still staring at the cake curiously as Yeontan wiggled in his arms, wanting to be put down. “She was so sweet,” Taehyung said as he knelt down to let Yeontan go. “How come I’ve never met her before?”

“How come I’ve never met her before? Which neighbor?” You asked, surprised that he actually ran into one of them, as you rarely ever saw them out and about.

“A few doors down,” he told you, finally looking up from the cake to you. “Her grandkids are here for Christmas and they were doing all sorts of baking,” he informed you, obviously having had an entire conversation with the woman, in true Taehyung fashion.

Staring at the man, you couldn’t help but feel extremely fond of him for being so genuinely kind and approachable. Everyone felt comfortable in his presence, and it was always something you admired about him. It was a trait you wished you had yourself.

“I love you,” you confessed randomly, catching him off guard as a shy smile overtook his features, a low chuckle slipping from between his lips.

Dipping his head down, he looked up at you through his long lashes. “Why all of a sudden?” He asked timidly, only making you even more smitten as you looked at him.

“You’re so genuinely good,” you told him, your heart growing by the second the longer you stared at him. “I love that about you. I adore your soul,” you continued, Taehyung’s smile growing on his face until he was flashing you a bashful boxy grin, shy under your compliments but radiant as the comments penetrated his stature.

“I love you too,” he replied softly. “You’re good too,” he assured you, knowing you far too well as he realized where your thoughts were taking you. He was far too versed in your mind to not realize you were feeling insecure for your aloof and shy demeanor.

“I’ve never stopped to talk to her,” you told him, a sadness seeping into your tone.

Without a word, he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around the back of your head, yours closing over his waist as he held you close to his chest, comforting you with sweet kisses to your hair. “They made the cake for you,” he whispered, you humming in question. “Yeah,” he told you, leaning back a bit so he could look at you. “The two little kids told me to give it to you.”

“They know me?” You asked in surprise.

“Of course they do,” he smiled warmly. “You’re impossible to miss, Peaches.” Coming from anyone else, the words would have felt empty, easy to negate, but you knew Taehyung very much found you to be unmissable. He’d been telling you since you first met him. It wasn’t just fate that you two met, but also the fact that he simply couldn’t miss you.

Pouting at him, Taehyung stole a kiss from your protruding bottom lip, causing you to smile as a small breathy laugh escaped. “Wanna know their exact words?” He asked, you nodding instantly. “Ahem,” he exaggeratedly cleared his throat, you giggling at him. “Mister, can you get this to the pretty girl with the cute little dog?” he mimicked the cute voices of the kids.

“They did not,” you laughed, your hands soothing over his lower back.

“They did,” he told you with wide eyes, defending himself. “I swear,” he added, a chuckle escaping his lips in response to your amused grin. “They really did,” he remained adamant, giving you a single exaggerated nod of his head.

“Well now I feel bad for saying fruitcake is bad,” you remembered your previous comment, Taehyung smiling widely as a breathy laugh left his lips.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it,” he assured you as you tugged on your bottom lip with your teeth.

“Thank you,” you nodded with a grin, looking back to the fruitcake on the counter. “Oh my god, fruitcake,” you exclaimed in feigned excitement, Taehyung watching you in pure amusement. “My favorite,” you added, Taehyung falling forward in laughter, resting his chin against your forehead as you giggled at yourself.

You both stayed in each other’s arms like that for a moment longer, Taehyung pressing soft kisses to your forehead as your fingers dragged across the expanse of his lower back. “We need to thank them somehow,” you suddenly spoke, Taehyung pulling back to look at you.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, squinting at you in thought. “Were you watercoloring?” He asked randomly, you cocking your head at him.

“Yeah,” you confirmed questioningly. “I was trying to make a sunset with like a pink sky but,” you dropped off, pulling a face of distaste. “I’m not very good,” you smiled shyly, Taehyung glaring at you.

“You just started,” he told you. “You’re learning.”

“I know,” you said with a small pout.

“You don’t get to determine how good you are yet,” he ranted. “Besides, it’s for fun. How could you ever not be good at something you do for fun?” He questioned, your lips curving into a smile as you stared at him lecturing you. “You’re amazing,” he assured you. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes,” you giggled, Taehyung nodding at you.

“That’s all that matter then, isn’t it?” He continued.

“Yes,” you whispered fondly. “It is.”

“You should paint them a picture,” he suggested. “To thank them.”

You opened your mouth to tell him you didn’t think that was the best way to say thank you when you could barely paint a gradient, but the man pushed his lips to yours to silence you.

Smiling into the kiss, Taehyung giggled against your mouth. “They would love it,” he told you, kissing you once more before pulling away once again. “And if it’s really as bad as you think it is,” he gave you a sharp stare, “which it won’t be,” he interjected, “we’ll just bring Tannie to soften the blow.”

Letting out a breathy laugh at your boyfriend, you smiled widely. “Fine,” you agreed. “But you have to help me.”

“Happily,” he told you. “Should we try this cake?” He asked, looking to the pastry sitting atop the counter.

Taking a deep breath, you let it out in a rushed exhale. “I suppose,” you relented, Taehyung reaching under the plastic wrap to pull a piece off.

“I’ll go first,” he told you, bringing it to is lips. Placing the morsel on his tongue, he tested the taste, giving a thoughtful look as examined the flavors.

“You’re not going to give me any indication on how it is, are you,” you realized, Taehyung flashing you a bratty smile as you huffed. Grabbing a piece for yourself, you quickly tossed it into your mouth, your tastebuds actively trying to figure out what exactly you were exposing them to. “I-” you started, cutting yourself off as you pondered the taste. “It’s not the worst fruitcake I’ve ever had,” you said, trying to sound positive.

“It’s not good though,” Taehyung admitted, causing you to cover your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut as you began laughing at the comment. “We have to pretend we like this, she was the sweetest woman,” he told you in a hurry, feeling guilty for not liking the dessert.

“It was the best fruitcake we’ve ever had,” you nodded. “That’s not even a lie,” you pointed out, Taehyung shooting you a look that silently asked you to elaborate. “It’s your only fruitcake, therefore, the best,” you explained, “and like I said, it’s not the worst I’ve had,” you added.

Your boyfriend fell into a fit of giggles as he grabbed your body, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzled his face against your neck, your arms draping over his shoulders as you laughed with him fondly.

“Best fruitcake we’ve ever had,” he repeated, his breath fanning over your skin in a light tickle.

“The best,” you added, both of you falling into more laughter as you held each other in the kitchen light.

[joonsrack]

Good boy | KNJ drabble

+Pairing: Namjoon x Reader(gender neutral)

+Rating: 18+

+WC: 1.5k

+Warning: NSFW, Sub!Joon, Dom!reader, Gender neutral reader, unresolved sexual tension, sex toys, unfinished, like it cuts off pretty abruptly.

+A/N: I found this in my google docs and i knew that if i didn’t post it right now i never would. So here it is. I might reuse it in a fic someday. Sorry for the abrupt cut :P unbetaed so don’t look too hard pls thank you.

also this is the title past me gave the doc which made present me lol

+

You’re both laughing and giggling as you go up to Namjoon’s dorm room, trying not to trip on your feet as you run up the stairs, taking them two by two. The A/C is quickly becoming a problem, your skin breaking out in goosebumps as the wet clothes you’re both wearing go from being wet, to uncomfortably wet and cold.

The car wash had been a success, raising enough funds for your team project in a single afternoon, and then it’d seemed like a good idea to celebrate by drenching everyone with the water hose. The lack of towel had quickly made itself noticeable, forcing everyone to disperse and find a way to dry themselves off. For you and Namjoon, it was pretty clear your destination would be his dorm room. It was closer than yours, and Namjoon has a nice collection of plush and soft towels, courtesy of his mom.

You’re almost sad when you make it to the door, disappointed that you’ll lose the sight of Namjoon’s clothes completely plastered to his body, leaving not one inch to the imagination. He has an impressive body, one that’s been making heads turn for the last few months, ever since he started working out with Jungkook. You’d love his body whatever shape it may be, but the definition he has gained in his chest, and arms, and especially his thighs, is definitely a sight to behold. The way the muscles work as he walks, runs, squats, or kneels… You’ve found yourself staring at them more and more these days. And the short shorts he has on right now, stopping at his mid-thighs, letting just a hint of his thigh tattoo peek out, it’s definitely not leaving you indifferent.  

The moment you step into the dorm, you hang back behind to watch him undress, a familiar sensation tickling up your spin at the sight of your lover taking off his shirt, leaving him clad in his godforsaken shorts and glistening sun-kissed skin. Just as he digs his thumbs in his waistband, you snap out of the trance you were falling into.

“Stop.” You say simply, catching his attention and halting his undressing process. 

You have nowhere to be in the immediate moment, no one waiting for you, nothing pressing to finish or study for. You’ve spent all afternoon being teased by the sight of your sub parading around with his amazing body basically on display, looking worthy of being in a pin-up magazine with his wet white t-shirt and his terrible, terribly short red shorts.

He recognizes the look in your eyes, wetting his lips with a quick drag his tongue as the air in the room turns heavier, warming up.

He shifts his body towards you, be it consciously or unconsciously, and you take yet another moment to admire his amazing physic, wondering who you saved in your past life to have a boyfriend like Namjoon, who likes to let you tie him up and wreck him just right.

“How do you want me?” He asks, voice going slightly lower than usual as arousal probably grows in the pit of his stomach. 

He’s so beautiful, so responsive to your will, so perfect in every way. You want to kiss every inch of his gorgeous face, bite every bit of his lips, and leave traces all over his body. You want to mark up his chest and strong hips and thighs and calves and ankles. You want to hear him whine and moan, you want to make him whine and moan. 

“Get on the bed.” You answer simply, taking your sweet time to walk to his dresser, eyes never leaving him as he complies with your demand. You enjoy the sight of his muscles bulging as he positions himself in the middle of the bed, sitting on his heels with his hands on his thighs, waiting for more orders like the good boy he is.  His shorts are still soaked, but he doesn’t seem to mind that they’ll dampen his sheets; they probably won’t be dry after you’re done with him anyway, wet shorts or not. Your playtimes tend to get messy.

You get what you need from the second drawer, hidden in the back behind his graphic tee, where he keeps his stash of goodies. There’s everything you need for improvised scenes in there, but for the more complicated stuff, scenes that demand a level of preparation, you usually go to yours. Living out of campus has its perks, like decently thick walls that won’t expose your activity to the whole building. 

“Are you going to need help to keep quiet?” You ask as an afterthought, eyeing the little gold satin bag containing his favorite ballgag. “You have to keep quiet or else your neighbor will glare at me, again.”

This seems to confuse Namjoon for a second, head tilting as if trying to answer a math problem. “Jimin? I don’t know why he would do that, it’s not like we’re the only one fucking here.”

You decide against it, a part of you loving how mad it drives your boyfriend’s neighbor to hear you pleasure Namjoon. In some twisted way, it’s like you’re letting him know how good you’re taking care of him, and how nonexistent his chances are at seducing your boyfriend. 

“Oh baby, he’s not bothered by the noise, he’s jealous he’s not the one pulling them out of you.” You purr, closing the drawer with an elbow.

You feel a rebuttal coming, and you quickly drop the content of your hands on the mattress to push a finger against Namjoon’s plush lips, silencing his doubts. 

“You might not have noticed, but I see the way he looks at you, and it’s definitely not in a friendly manner.” You shush him, possessiveness bubbling in your stomach.

There’s a fine blush appearing on Namjoon’s cheeks, which makes you want to coo. But you can’t wait to extend this flush all over his body, so you don’t waste any more time.

“Lay on your back, hands by your head, leg spread.” You order, moving away to leave him the space he needs to assume his new position. He executes quickly, his eagerness making you bite back a smile, and you take a moment to admire his long body laid out in front of you, twitching and begging to be touched. Namjoon trusts you to take care of him, and you always make sure to leave him satisfied.  

“What’s your safe word, baby boy?” You inquire, voice soft but commanding in the rising tension of the room. 

“Crab.” He states, his beautiful eyes meeting yours, twinkling with anticipation. You can see the rise and fall of his chest has gotten quicker, a tent in his shorts already noticeable. He’s probably the most responsive sub you’ve ever met (in your admittedly very short career, but still), always ready to go at a moment’s notice. Once he told you it was because of you, that he had never had this kind of response to anyone else before. You remember making him come many times that night, as a treat. 

You start by leaning over him, sealing your lips to his in a tender kiss to which he responds with a low whine, frustrated by the torturous pace you set. You take your fill of his lips, sucking and biting, earning yourself all sort of cute noises.

“Your hands stay exactly where they are, understood?” You say as you break the kiss, grinning at the way he chases after you. You press him back down with one hand to his chest, a chastising look in your eyes.

“Yes.” He nods eagerly, relaxing his body to lay perfectly still. 

You reward him by pressing a kiss to his jaw, then following the line of his neck to his gorgeous collarbone. You gently dig in your teeth in the taut skin, not hard enough to leave a mark yet, just enough for Namjoon to feel it. You hear a sharp intake of air, and you soothe the skin with your tongue, enjoying the slightly salty tang from a day spent working in the sun.  

You carry on with your ministration, trailing down his torso until you get to a nipple, the peak hardened and looking biteable. You waste no second diving in, kissing and teasing with your teeth the darker skin, swirling your tongue around the peak, pulling from Namjoon some delicious moans. He loves having his nipple played with, always gets whiny from the attention. 

You reach for the first toy; a set of fancy nipple clamps. 

You secure the first clamp on the one you just spent a good minute abusing, then you pinch the second one, getting it nice and puffy. You can see how tense Namjoon is, straining to stay still, how his back wants to arch off the bed; 

But he doesn’t, because he’s a good boy.

[kpoppwriter]

Retrouvaille

❧ Genre: Childhood Friend!Yuta x fem!reader

❧ Words: 3.8k+

❧ Synopsis: You never wanted to leave him in the first place but maybe leaving this time is the right thing to do for your sake.

❧ A/N: woop woop here it is finally! Ratatouille is here everyone lmaoooo. it took me 10 days to write but yeah I’m not used to working on one fic for this long (except series obvi). The other fic Ukiyo is going to take a bit longer as there’s a lot I have left to write with that one   

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

The air was cool, not too cold that you needed a jacket however. The slight breeze danced over your skin giving you goosebumps. A few stray cherry blossom petals fell onto the sidewalk. You picked one up. It was so smooth and delicate. You admired the petal before shoving it into your pocket. You continued to walk down the street towards your house. 

“Y/N!” 

You turned around at the sound of your name. A smile spread across your lips as you saw Yuta running to catch up with you. He stopped in front of you hitting your shoulder playfully.

“You didn’t wait for me!” he pouted 

“You were taking forever,” you quipped, “Plus, I have to be home on time today.” 

“Oooh did you get in trouble or something?”

“No, I’m not like you, Yuta.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and ran a bit ahead of him so he couldn’t hit you again. He just shook his head at you in mock anger. The two of you continued to walk home. You told him about the funny joke one of your classmates said and he told you about the newest gossip in the lunchroom. You eventually stopped in front of your house. 

“If ya need me, you know where to find me!” 

Yuta waved at you as he walked to the house next door. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. You were so happy your best friend was also your neighbor. You sighed contently as you walked into your own home.

“We’re moving?!”

“Your father got a promotion so we have to move back to the States,” your mother explained, “This wasn’t a permeant living situation, honey.”

“What about school and my friends? What about..” you could feel a lump forming in your throat, “What about Yuta?”

“You’ll make new friends at your new school. You were always so good at making friends,” your father reassured you

“I don’t want new friends! I want to stay here!”

You got up from the table and ran up to your room. Tears were streaming down your face. You fell onto your bed, your face buried into a pillow. You let out your sobs, too overcome with anger and sadness to stop them. You heard a light tapping on your window pulling you from your thoughts. You wiped your eyes as you looked over to the window. There on the small bit of roof under your window sat Yuta, his face full of confusion and sadness. You got up and opened the window.

“I told you not to jump to my window,” you sniffled

“Why’re you crying?” he asked ignoring your scolding

You opened your mouth to tell him but you couldn’t get the words out. You didn’t want them to be true. Instead of telling him, you grabbed his arm and pulled him into your room. You wrapped your arms around his torso tightly, your face buried into his chest. Yuta said nothing. He hugged your back, his hand gently petting your head. He let you cry some more into his chest, not worried about the tear stains you were leaving on his shirt. He waited until your cries turned into sniffles before he asked you what was going on.

“I’m leaving,” you whispered

“Leaving?” he stared at you, “What do you mean leaving?”

“My family’s moving back to the States.”

“You just moved here a few years ago! How can you go back already?”

“My dad got a promotion,” you wiped your eyes, “I don’t have a choice, Yuta. It’s already settled.”

Yuta said nothing. He just held you tighter like you’’d disappear in front of his eyes if he let you go. 

You watched your parents packed up the luggage and extra boxes into the rental car from the window. You had your backpack on and your own luggage beside you. You rolled it out to the curb. You tried to look at every little detail around you so you’d have the most perfect mental image of this place you called home for so long. You never wanted to forget a single detail. Your eyes locked onto Yuta, who had been sitting outside on the curb in front of his house. He looked over at you and sent you a sad smile. You walked over and plopped down next to him. 

“So this is it,” he whispered 

“Yeah I guess it is,” you sighed

You stared at each other, unsure of what to say now. Something popped into your mind. You quickly pulled off your backpack and began searching through it.

“Hold on.”

You pulled out a yellow and pink woven bracelet. You took his wrist and tied the bracelet around it. He studied the woven thread around his wrist.

“I made that for you,” you said, “And I made myself a matching one.”

You showed him your wrist with the same bracelet on it. He smiled widely.

“Now you can’t forget about me. I’m struck to you.”

“Thank you,” he giggled, “I won’t ever take it off.”

“You better not Nakamoto,” you narrowed your eyes at him, “I will come back here and beat you up if you do.”

You father called out for you from the car. You and Yuta stood up, exchanging one last hug before you left. It lasted a little longer than normal hugs but you weren’t complaining. You walked back to the car, peaking over your shoulder to see if Yuta was watching. He was watching with tears in his eyes. You got in the car and drove off leaving the home you once knew behind you. 

You threw your duffle bag in the corner of the dance studio. You inspected the room, this dance studio was new to you. You had just moved to Korea from the States to work as a dance instructor for kpop idols. You were honored at the opportunity but felt like you were a bit in over your head. You’ve never worked with such big clients before. You just sighed, knowing you’d be fine once you got over the initial nerves.

You were digging around in your bag when you heard the studio door open. You turned around and saw a man bowing politely at you. You returned the gesture. He put down his own bag off by the wall then began to stretch. You couldn’t help staring at the man, his handsome face and amazing physic was making you a bit flustered. Your eyes moved from his face down to his arms. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt so you were able to see his arms in full. You noticed something around his wrist, a small bracelet that looked worn and almost colorless. You could see the faint colors, a simple yellow and pink design. Your eyes went wide. Yellow and pink bracelet...

“Hey,” you pointed at the man’s wrist, “Where did you get that?” 

He looked at you, his expression laced with confusion. He followed your finger to his wrist, smiling when he realized what you were looking at.

“It was a gift from a childhood friend,” he reminisced, “They were someone i really cared about. I promised I wouldn’t take it off.”

“Or they’d beat you up.”

You pulled up your sleeve, exposing your own frayed bracelet with the exact same design as his. The man stood up quickly and grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N?” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped tightly around you and he lifted you off the ground. He gently placed you back on the ground, pulling away to look at you properly.

“It’s been a while, Yuta,” you smiled widely 

“It’s been too long, Y/N.”

You finished up the dance practice a little earlier than expected, the boys of NCT 127 picking up the choreography rather quickly. They bowed at you as they each took their leave. You grabbed your water from your duffle bag, taking a drink while you packed it up. You picked up your bag and left the dance studio. Waiting outside, leaning up against the wall in front of the door, was Yuta. 

“Y/N,” he approached you, “You doing anything now?”

“I was going to get some lunch.”

“Perfect.”

He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you towards the entrance of the SM building. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp while laughing. When you got outside, you got your wrist out of his grip. 

“What are you doing?” you laughed

“Taking you to lunch,” he smiled 

You happily enjoyed your lunch with Yuta, using the time alone together to catch up. It had been years since you saw each other so there was much to catch up on. You ended up going to lunch the next day as well...and the day after that. Going to lunch after practice became a normal thing for the two of you. You slowly began to learn and relearn everything about your long lost friend. You were so happy to have him back in your life. 

You spent your weekdays rehearsing and teaching choreographies to NCT. your weekends however were your free days but even on your free days you spent time with the boys and of course with Yuta. All the time you spent with Yuta started to have a different effect on you though, an effect you didn’t expect. You were becoming so close again but this time was different. You didn’t just see him as a friend anymore. You thought there could be more to your relationship. You had caught feelings for him. Of course, you refused to let your budding feelings change your friendship. You didn’t want to deal with the rejection if you did tell him you had feelings for him. Instead, you kept it all bottled up.    

You were at the dorms hanging out with some of the members. They were having a movie day and invited you over. You were curled up on the couch with a blanket, Yuta also curled up beside you. You all were waiting to start the movie, Taeil and Jungwoo still in the kitchen preparing the snacks.  

“Did you guys hear about the event SM is having?” Doyoung said as he walked into the dorm living room

“Yeah, we all got an invite,” Taeyong clarified

“Who’s going?” 

Even though you had just starting working for SM, you also got an invite to this event. Of course if the boys were going to go, you’d be there too. It would be good to get to know other people beside NCT.  

“I am,” you spoke up

“I’ll go too then,” Yuta smiled at you 

You were thankful someone else started speaking as a pink blush formed on your neck. You didn’t want Yuta to see how his words could effect you like this. Not only would he tease you relentlessly but he’d get a bit suspicious as to why they had such an effect on you. You didn’t want him to know you liked him.  That’d just make everything messy. 

A few more people agreed to go to the event, which you were happy about. It’d be fun to hang out with the other boys outside of the dorms or the dance studio for once. It was also an excuse to see everyone dressed up. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Taeil and Jungwoo came into the living room with the snacks. Everyone got comfortable in front of the tv before Taeyong hit play. You found it hard to pay attention to the movie playing, thoughts of your first SM event occupying your mind. They were rather distracting especially since they were filled with images of Yuta. You shook your head, trying to clear those intrusive thoughts away so you could pay attention the movie rather than your feelings for your best friend. 

You stood by yourself in the corner of the room sipping on some champagne. You glanced down at your phone yet again. You were starting to get impatient waiting for the boys to arrive at the event. You felt a little awkward just standing by yourself. 

“Excuse me?” 

You looked up to find a rather attractive man standing in front of you. He apparently noticed how you were standing alone and thought he’d come join you. You explained you were waiting for your friends. He said he’d keep you company in the meantime, if you wanted. Not seeing the harm in making some new friends, you agreed. 

The moment Yuta walked into the event, his eyes scanned the room for you. His head quickly turned when he heard your laughter. When he saw you acting rather friendly with another guy, he felt his blood boil. Who was this guy and what was he doing around you? Yuta started making his way over to you, hoping to split up whatever was going on. You caught sight of Yuta as he walking over, not noticing how upset he looked. You waved at him before excusing yourself. You jogged over to Yuta happily.  

“I was wondering when you’d get here!” you smiled 

“We got caught in traffic,” Yuta mumbled, “Let’s go over to the others.”

You let Yuta bring you over to the other members, all thoughts of the man from before completely leaving your mind. Off near the entrance, some of the members stood at a table drinking and talking amongst themselves. 

“Hey Y/N,” Johnny greeted you as you and Yuta walked up 

“Hey there,” you smiled, “You guys looked nice.” 

They thanked you before going back to their conversations. You joined in, completely ignoring Yuta once again. You couldn’t tell but he was becoming rather agitated with how you basically pushed him off to the side. He figured that if you weren’t going to pay attention to him, he might as well go find someone that would. 

You didn’t even notice Yuta was gone at first. When you looked for him, you found him standing with a girl. A really attractive girl. You watched how he shamelessly flirted. The girl was clearly enjoying the attention, her face tinted pink. You felt a lump growing in your throat but swallowed it knowing you had no reason to be feeling this way. He was only your friend…just a friend. You downed your glass of champagne and placed it on the table beside you. You didn’t say anything to Yuta or the other boys. You just left.

You were almost to your car when you heard someone calling your name. You glanced back and saw Yuta standing there staring at you with a look of disbelief on his face. You just kept walking to you car. You tried to ignore him- he was still calling out to your name- but he ran up to your car grabbing your wrist to keep you from getting into the car. 

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked

“I’m going home.”

“Why? We haven’t even been here that long.”

His words came out a bit rougher than he intended. He sounded so annoyed. Your eyebrows furrowed and you pulled your wrist out of Yuta’s grasp. 

“I’m feeling really tired. I’m heading home now.”

You attempted to get into your car but as you opened the door, Yuta pushed it closed. You turned around to face him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re not actually tired. What’s going on?”

“I’m...” you sighed, “I just need to go.”

Yuta didn’t stop you from getting you into the car this time. You drove away, leaving him alone out in the cold night. 

“I think I should quit working with SM,” you groaned 

“What?! This is like your dream job!” your friend exclaimed over the phone, “What would you do if you did leave anyway?”

“Maybe go to another company or just move back to the States-”

“No, you’re not coming back,” your friend stated

“Why?” you whined, “If I’m not happy here I should be allowed to come back!”

“You’re just saying all of this because you don’t want to face the facts.” she 

“What do you mean?” 

“You love Yuta.” 

You were stunned at her words. You didn’t think she’d be so brazen (and you didn’t think you were being that obvious). You sputtered out a lie saying you didn’t actually like him, he was just your childhood friend. 

“You’re not a good liar,” she laughed, “You clearly like him! Why else would you be so jealous at the thought of him flirting with someone else?”

“Well, I just know what’s-”

“Oh, ‘you know what’s best for him’. That’s not a good excuse,” she sighed, “Don’t act like the jealous best friend. You either need to tell him the truth or you can run away.”

Tell him the truth or run away...which one would be easier in the end? Too emotionally drained to decide that now, you ended the call with your friend and went to bed. Hopefully tomorrow would be an easier day. 

The next week went by as normal. You held practice a few days and on your days off, you were at home alone. You saw Yuta sometimes if he decided to come to practice but never exchanged words. He seemed mad at you; he barely acknowledged your presence when you weren’t teaching. You could tell he didn’t want you here. He didn’t care. You felt the lump growing in your throat at that thought. That was enough of a sign for you. You should go back to the States. 

You handed in your resignation to SM before you left for the day. Two weeks would be enough time for you to pack your life up. You had the whole weekend to yourself so you could start getting everything situated. You gripped the strap of your duffle bag tightly as you walked the dark streets. There was no going back now.

“Y/N!” 

Jungwoo waved to you as you walked down the hall towards the dance studio. You waved back; the smile on his face was far too contagious and a smile appeared on your lips. You were happy to be starting off your week with someone that seemed to enjoy your company. 

“Hey Jungwoo.”

“Is it true?” his smile disappeared, “You’re leaving?” 

“Wait how-”

“You’re leaving, Y/N?” Mark asked

You hadn’t noticed them walking up but a few of the other members were now standing beside Jungwoo, all of them looking at you confused. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, “I’m heading back to the States.”

“But what about your job here?” 

“I quit.”

It was obvious the boys didn’t know what to say, their silence was deafening. Instead of lingering in the sadness, you ushered them all into the practice room to start rehearsals. Yuta didn’t show up until later and of course he didn’t say anything to you. You just decided not to tell him you were leaving. You figured he wouldn’t even talk to you anyway if you tried. 

You got home earlier than usual, the boys were super on it and you were more than happy with their progress so you ended practice early. You were working on packing up your knick knacks and other decor in your apartment. You had music on and you had left your phone in the kitchen so you didn’t notice it going off repeatedly. You did however hear the loud knocking on your door. You turned down your music before heading to the front door thinking it was a neighbor or something. You were a bit taken aback when you saw Yuta standing on the other side of the door. 

“What’re you doing here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

He was clearly angry. It looked like smoke would come out of his ears any second. You didn’t say anything, knowing he was talking about your move back to the States. You walked back into your home, Yuta following you after closing the door behind him. 

“Y/N-”

“How was I supposed to tell you when you wouldn’t talk to me?” you huffed, “You barely acknowledged me, let alone talk to me. How was I supposed to tell you when you wouldn’t even look at me?”

Yuta was silent. He knew he was wrong. He had known this for a while but something broke inside him when he found out through Jungwoo that you were moving. He had hoped that you would’ve at least told him this news yourself. You could feel yourself getting hot with anger, all of your pent up emotions finally getting ready to be released right here and now. 

“I wished and hoped that I’d get a chance to see you again and here you are but instead of having my best friend back I got some sort of double edged sword. One minute you’re acting all sweet with me then the next you’re ignoring me and angry with me like I did something wrong!”

You hadn’t noticed you were crying until a tear dripped off your face onto your hand. You wiped the tears away roughly. Yuta’s expression had softened slightly at the sight of your tears. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms and let you cry into his chest like he did when you were kids. 

“I thought that meeting by chance all these years later was some sort of destiny or fate but maybe it was just a mistake.”

Your words were like venom. Yuta felt like he was going to start crying himself. He hated this. He hated how he did this to you. His petty attempt at revenge wasn’t worth losing you. He reached out towards you but you kept your distance. 

“Please let me explain.”

“No there’s nothing to explain-”

“I love you.”

Those three words took the air out of your lungs. The whole world stopped in that moment. Neither of you said anything but your stares spoke volumes. You tried to contain the sob rising in your throat but it still escaped. Yuta couldn’t hold back any longer. He came over and wrapped your trembling body up in his arms, his hand softly stroking your head. You let the tears flow freely, not caring about how they’d stain his shirt.  

“I love you too,” you whispered

Yuta leaned back slightly to look at you. Even with puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, you were beautiful. He cupped your cheek delicately as his lips captured yours. They molded against yours like they were meant to be together. His lips tasted sweet like peppermint and chocolate. You could get drunk off that taste. His arm snaked around your waist so he could hold you close. You relaxed into his arms letting your shyness melt away. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to you. Yuta pulled away first so he could catch his breath.

“Don’t leave,” he breathed against your lips

You just nodded, your lips capturing his again. 

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Hironette

Marinette graduated high school at sixteen before moving to San Fransokyo with Luka. With promises from both Kagami and Chloe that they'd join them in a year. Jagged and Penny both helped them find a home that would fit four. Marinette did not think he would buy them a mansion, but she really should've seen it coming. Their neighbors were the Fredericksons. A wealthy family, that Jagged had known for a while. Penny also helped them with the emancipation papers since both were sixteen and seventeen respectively.

She also helped Marinette set up her new shop right next to the Lucky Cat Cafe. The shop was ready and running after only two months, and Marinette had enough workers that she didn't even need to be there everyday. Luka was her main model while he was on breaks from his concerts with Jagged.

Marinette absolutely adored San Fransokyo, the city was beautiful and had so many places filled with creation energy. She also loved her neighbor Fred, his obsession with heros helped inspire her with a few outfits. Her and Fred hung out anytime he wasn't at San Fransokyo Institute of Science. She was surprised to find out he doesn't attend the school but all his friends do.

Fred loved the awesome girl that lived next door to him. He was constantly telling the crew about her, to the point they pretty much demanded to meet the 'angel who's cooking could end a war'.

Fred- Sure thing dudes! If we head out now we can catch her as she closes her shop! Let's roll!

When they arrive they are all confused on why they are at the Lucky Cat Cafe. Fred just snorts before entering the shop next to the cafe. Loudly announcing himself causing Marinette to leave the back room excitedly.

Hiro's eyes widened as he stepped behind Wasabi panicking to himself.

Hiro-No, no, no! I am not ready to talk to her yet!? Oh my god what do I do!?

Baymax- Your heartbeat is rising to a worrying level, and your temperature is getting higher. Should I set up a doctor appointment?

Hiro- What? No! Baymax I’m fine! I just well, I may have a tiny crush on the girl in there and I am panicking a little.

Baymax- Accessing the internet about crushes. After a brief search, I have determined that the best solution to your predicament is to tell the female your feelings and ask her on a date. Statistics have shown a fifty percent chance that she’ll say yes.

hiro-What-no! Baymax just stop!

Honey, Go Go, and Wasabi stare at Hiro and Baymax for a bit before beginning to laugh silently to themselves.

Honey places her hands on Hiro's shoulders pushing him towards MDC Boutique. She pushes him when he starts panicking again, telling him to just be himself. Marinette slimes brightly at them as they walk in, Fred introduces everyone. MArinette is immediately taken by Baymax when he gently grabs her hand, bandaging a few cuts she from sewing earlier. She gushes over him before turning to Hiro asking all about his primary functions. Hiro stutters at first before launching into a long explanation about Baymax functions and how he was made. By the time he is finished Jagged Stone is already waiting outside for her. Marinette blinks in surprise before inviting them all over for dinner.

Wasabi- We’d love to but we barely fit in my car on the way here.

Marinette-Oh you don’t have to worry about it! My Uncle is waiting for me outside, we can all ride with him!

Wasabi- What do you mean ride with him-is THAT A LIMO!?

Marinette laughed ushering them out before locking the store up. The driver opened the door greeting Marinette politely. She gets in and soon the others follow everyone but Fred, marinette, and Baymax staring at Jagged Stone in shock.

Go Go-Jagged Stone is your Uncle?

Marinette- Well not really but he kind of unofficially adopted me as his niece and it stuck. Jagged meet my new friends!

Jagged- Rock on! Anyone friends with my rockstar niece is welcome around me!

The ride is filled with laughter and jokes until they arrive at the Mansion. Luka and Penny waiting on the steps for them. Once out of the car Marinette gives Lukas a big hug, causing Hiro to frown thinking Marinette was already dating someone.

Penny and Luka greeted them happily before inviting them inside saying dinner was almost done. Marinette introduced everyone and then showed them around the manson. She stopped at their main hangout area allowing everyone to spread out. It was Honey that asked them if Marinette and Luka were dating causing them to both start laughing.

Luka- I love Marinette and her song is so beautiful. However she is not the one for me you see because I assure you everyday I am gay.

Marinette hit him with a pillow laughing telling him to stop rhyming. Before turning to them smiling and saying that they only think of each other as siblings. This piece of information lifts Hiro’s spirits and he begins talking even more to Marinette, unaware of Luka’s knowing smile aimed at him.

Over the next few weeks Marinette spends more and more time with the group. Even going over to the Institute of Science on her off days to see their experiments. Along with visiting the cafe on her lunch breaks and after she has closed.

Her and Hiro grow closer and closer, however neither can find it in them to admit their crush, which exasperates their friends to no end. That is until Marinette and Luka are involved in a terrible car accident on the way back from one of Luka’s concerts. 

A drunk driver blew a red light slamming into the side of their limo causing it to roll twice and land on its roof. 

Their driver is only knocked out on impact with a broken wrist. Marinette and Luka are not as lucky they did not have seatbelts on in the back of the limo. In the end they were violently thrown around the back. Luka comes out of it with a broken leg, left arm and nose sling with a broken rib that pierced his lung. Marinette breaks her leg in three places, three ribs and dislocates her left shoulder. Both of them are covered in bruises and bleeding. 

They are rushed to the hospital and into surgery, while in surgery the Doctors do their best to fix their major injuries before working to pull all the broken glass out of their skin. It was in the surgery that they discovered Marinette had suffered from a spinal injury as well. Jagged and Penny have them put in the same room together, but they don’t wake up the next day, in fact they don’t wake up a week later.

After a few days the Doctor determined that both of them had entered a coma, because of how badly they were injured. Everyone was heartbroken when the Doctor explained that if the two did wake up they may not even remember themselves. Then he tells them of Marinette’s spinal injury, telling them that until she wakes up they wont know if she’ll ever be able to walk again.

They remain in a coma for two months being visited everyday by their friends and family. Hiro visits consistently every day with Baymax always sitting by Marinette’s bed. After a week he begins talking or reading to her, after Baymax says that there are a few reports of people being able to hear what's going on around them the entire time. At one point he confesses his feelings to her begging her to wake up so that he can find out if she feels the same.

Luka wakes up first extremely confused. The only thing missing from his memory is the night the crash happened. Everyone is ecstatic and greets him with hugs and tears explaining what happened. After a few days he begins physical therapy, during one of his sessions Hiro is with Marinette again. This time he is telling her how he felt for her and how he would purposely walk past her boutique before they met just to see her. He holds her hand gently telling her again that he loves her. He is greatly surprised when MArinette’s hand squeezes back weakly. When he looks up at her she is smiling weakly, her eyes barely opened as she responds her voice breaking slightly.

Marinette- I love you too…

Her wake up is met with more tears especially when she realizes she can’t feel her legs. A month later they are released from the hospital both leaving in a wheelchair but only one remaining in it. MArinette is heartbroken and drops into a depressive state for a while, but Hiro refuses to leave her side. He is over every day always sitting by her while drawing up designs for a new invention, something to help Marinette feel independent once again.

Hiro creates a motorized wheelchair that can lift Marinette higher when she needs to grab something. He creates a neural transmitter that is fitted as a headband, with the headband Marinette can move the wheelchair in whatever dissection she needs. He immediately begins building it, with the help of the others. He finishes it a month later and gives it to Marinette smiling nervously. When Marinette moves in her wheelchair she begins crying and thanking him. She begins leaving the house with him more slowly leaving her depressive state. A year after they start dating Marinette introduces the entire group to the Kwami. Tikki absolutely adores them, given that they are all creation souls. Plagg warms up to both Hiro and Fred loving their loud personalities.

Fred goes crazy when he realizes that Marinette was THE Ladybug. Causing Marinette and Tikki to giggle until she points out that Luka was Viperion causing Fred to freak out more.

Luka- I wonder if he is going to react the same to Chloe and Kagami.

This caused Marinette to snort laughing hard, causing the others to join soon after.

Fred- Is seriously no one else totally stoked to find out they are heroes?!

Go Go- Fred you idiot! We were heroes too!?

Fred- Oh ya I forgot, this is still really awesome though! Like when I found out my dad was a hero!!

Marinette- Mr. Fredrickson is a hero?? Huh, I never saw that coming.

@justafanwarrior

[the-sympathetic-villain]

You Belong With Me - Chapter 43

AO3 | First | Previous | Epilogue | Masterpost  

Description: Much to his surprise, after being released from prison for a crime he didn’t commit, Logan has been appointed as a the prince’s new advisor.  

Word Count: 8846

Chapter Warnings: Prejudice, Mistreatment based on profiling, Mild violence, Mentions of weapons, Flirting, Kissing (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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     A sudden bitterness hit the roof of his mouth as the intimidating towers of the gatehouse came into view. Sensing hostility in the air sent shivers down his spine and his dread only seemed to deepen as they approached the sealed portcullis and Roman increased his pace towards the castle entrance.

     Their journey back to the castle had been swift. Remy had conjured a mysterious dark brew from his jacket that had allowed them to move through the night through the night despite their exhaustion, but the ragged breath of his companions made it apparent their rush had not been without cost.

     Logan slowed his pace, taking in the anxiety of the faces around him as the reality of the situation began to settle over them. The light drizzle in the air wrapped around him in gentle comfort as he looked to the cracks in the sky. Subtle, white light shined through the shattered barrier between the realms  blurred by the haze of rain dropping from the few clouds hanging in the sky.

     He could have stared endlessly at the breathtaking sight, but his attention was abruptly drawn back to his friends as Roman ducked his head and pushed through them towards the guards at the gate.

     “What is the meaning of this?” Roman demanded as the guards straightened into a salute. “The castle gate is only meant to be sealed in times of war, so explain yourself."

     “This gate has been sealed by order of the king, your royal highness.”

     “What?” Roman's expression faltered as the guard bowed her head respectfully and turned to present him with a letter bearing the royal seal. He paused, skimming the document as confusion spread across his face. “Why would he—”

     “With all due respect, sire. The castle's been in disarray since the sky broke yesterday, sire.” The narrow frame of the guard stiffened as he turned his stare to her and she bowed her head as she continued. “Certain folks been acting out like they sudden grudge against their neighbors. Reports all across the countryside that people been changing—”

     “More like they’re being transformed to beasts,” The guard on the far side of the gate interrupted. His lips pursed as his nose flared with disgust. “If you ask me, the troublemakers should be rounded up and—”

    Logan’s skin prickled at the man's harsh tone, but his discomfort was short-lived as Roman turned to snap at the man.

     “If I hear a single word advocating the mistreatment of our own citizens, I'll have the speaker arrested.” Roman gritted his teeth, radiating a cold authority that sent chills down even Logan’s spine. “Spread that to the rest of the guard. I will not be lenient twice.”

     “Yes, sir.” The guard’s eyes dropped as his body stiffened and shrank back.

     “Open the gate.”

     The man's eyes darted up at him with surprise in his eyes. “But, sire—”

     “It is not your place to question me.” Roman cut off the man's protest. His eyes flashed over at the female guard’s surprised expression as she looked up at him. “We have information crucial to my fathers’ understanding of yesterday’s events. This cannot wait for the shutdown to be lifted.”

     “Of course, sir.”

     The guards’ moved swiftly  to lift the heavy portcullis from their path, giving a stiff bow at him as they stepped out of his way. Roman returned a quick nod at them as he entered the archway, lingering underneath the stone arch for as he ushered the rest of their group through the gates.

     Once through, Roman paused, allowing them to circle around him in the open space of the empty courtyard between the exterior walls and the castle. The usual hustle and bustle of the castle’s residents had entirely gone, leaving the usually lively space in an eerie silence.

     “This is creepy.” Virgil muttered, shoving his hand in his cloak. “Place shouldn’t be empty like this.”

     “We'll sort things out, Virge.” Roman stated. His natural air of authority hadn’t yet faded as he stood tall in front of them, staring down the stone walkway towards the castle. “People are scared because they can't explain what is happening. Shutting down the castle must have been the only logical solution to temporarily settling the unrest.”

     “Cool logic, princey.” Virgil muttered with a huff as he glanced over his shoulder. “Still creepy.”

     Remy stepped forward, ignoring Virgil’s apparent discontent. His usually carefree expression held an uncharacteristic degree of anxiety as he addressed the prince. “I need to visit the fae before anything else. They need an explanation before anything gets out of hand.”

     “Remy,” Roman hesitated. His shoulders were stiff as he looked back to Logan and Janus’ uncertain expressions. “We cannot proceed without you. Without my fathers’ memory, our explanation will be meaningless.”

     “Sorry, Roman.” Remy muttered. “I’m not putting your father's understanding above the needs of the Fair Folk who are trapped in their homes, scared of the second coming of a war no one wants to remember.”

     “I’m inclined to agree with Remy, Roman." Janus nodded as he shared a look with Remy. “Unlike the humans, most of the fae in this realm were around when the war began. We cannot delay in reassuring them that this will be different, otherwise they may become restless.”

     “Talking to my father is in their best interest.” Roman straightened up. “We need to clarify what’s happening before our courts start pushing for more stringent action. I don’t want to further strain the relationship between our people any further.”

     “I can go.” Patton piped up, his voice chipper as he interrupted their stern conversation. Their eyes turned to him and his bright smile softened the harsh tension for a brief moment as he continued. “The Fair Folk of the castle know me. I know they'll accept my word until Remy and Janus are able to visit themselves.”

     Remy’s eyes landed on Patton as he considered his offer. “You would have to visit all of the fae, not just those under the Seelie court.”

     “I can visit everyone.” Patton reassured him with a gentle nod of his head. “Danu introduced me to the Fair Folk of both courts in the castle. I’m sure they’d be willing to take my word.”

     “Fine, kid. You convinced me.” Remy muttered with a quick flourish of his hand toward Patton. “The task is yours but make sure you mention that both Janus and I are in negotiations with the human king. With any luck, that’ll keep the lot of ‘em from acting up ‘til we can come to an agreement.”

     “Sure thing!” Patton beamed. “You can count on me.”

     “Hold on, Pat.” Roman interrupted, holding up a hand as Patton turned to go. “The castle is under lockdown. You can’t be wandering around alone.”

     “I’ll take him.”

     Roman glanced up as Virgil stepped forward, nodding as his friend came up behind Patton. “You’re sure, Virgil?”

     “You don’t need me to talk to Thomas,” Virgil shrugged without a second thought. “and you know the guards won’t dare mess with Pat if I’m around.”

     Roman paused, turning back to Remy. “Will Patton be able to approach the fae if Virgil joins him?”

     “Yeah, kid’s fine.” Remy smirked. “Even if he don’t know it, Virgil’s met most of the fae in the castle. They know he works for me.”

     “Very well.” Roman hummed his approval as Remy nodded at him. “Both of you need to move quickly though, and I expect you to report to the courtroom when you’ve finished.”

     “You got it, kiddo.” Patton nodded, already taking a few steps off their current path. He took Virgil’s arm, pulling him along. “We’ll be along as quick as we can.”

     “Stay safe.”  

     Logan watched as his friends took off across the courtyard as Roman called after them. The pair sprinted towards the gates of the castle’s southern point where the majority of its residents resided and silence settled over them as Roman nodded at Remy and Janus. He gestured for them to follow him as he turned back to the path.

     “I need all of you to stay close to me.” Roman stated in a quiet, reluctant tone. His voice dropped as he turned over his shoulder to stare at each of them in turn. “With Janus’ scales and the new blue hue of Logan’s scars, Remy’s the only one of you who might pass for human right now. I'm certain no one will touch you while I’m around, but all the same, today’s not the day I want to be taking chances.”

     A faint smile made it's way across Roman’s face as the fae surrounding him nodded their acknowledgement and his expression softened as his gaze focused on Janus.

     “Janus, I want you in particular to stay right next to me.” Roman added with a quick wave to the fae for him to move closer. “There’s still a pretty hefty bounty on your head and I don’t want to take any risk of losing you. Okay?”

     The fae’s scaled face tipped up to meet the genuine concern in Roman’s eyes. Logan watched the brief hesitation in Janus’ eyes as he wrestled away the disbelief at the prince taking initiative to protect him. The moment was brief and the subtle shock faded from his amber eyes as he nodded at Roman, moving to the prince’s side in a show of silent acceptance of his help.

     “Thank you.” Roman’s voice became a whisper, biting his lip, as he turned to lead them to the royal court.

         Logan's chest tightened with dread as Roman navigated them through the empty corridors. The prince's reassurances echoed among their hollow footsteps as they climbed the stairs, and despite the prince’s reasonable explanation, the lack of signs of life in the castle was unnerving.

     Despite Logan’s own reservations, he could see that Roman seemed unbothered, passing down the hall without a second thought, ignoring the movements of the few unhappy guards milling about on patrol as they leered at the fae passing through the halls.

     Logan stared back, holding their gaze without a waver of fear. The anxiety the lingering stares of the guards once caused disappeared as he called forth on the power coursing on his veins, feeling it playing at his fingertips as he met the guards’ eyes with a piercing stare.

     Their discontent at the Fair Folks presence hung in the air, burning in the back of Logan’s mouth as reached the peak of the last set of stairs and the imposing, double doors of the courtroom came into view. Immediately, the knights on either side of the doors crouched, reaching for the weapons at the sight of the fae. Logan reacted defensively, biting his lip as lightning crackled between his fingers, but Roman quickly lifted an arm to stop him.

     “Drop your hand from your weapon immediately.” Roman growled, straightening up with an air of authority and he stepped toward the two knights. His stare intensified as the knights bowed their head uncertainly, glancing at each other as they continued to hold their weapons. Roman’s disapproval grew as his voice became threatening. “That was an order. Take your hands off your weapons.”

     “I’m sorry, sir.” The first knight stated, gripping the hilt of her sword as she held up a hand to stop Roman. “You are traveling with a wanted criminal. We can’t be certain you are in the right state of mind. These creatures can control—”

     “They are people, not creatures.” Roman chewed his lip as he stepped in front of Janus. The woman hesitated, unwilling to draw her sword on the crowned prince, yet still not convinced by his conviction. “This man is in my custody and my father and myself alone will pass judgment on him. That is not your place.”

     “Your Royal Highness—"

     “Stand down.” Roman commanded, not allowing the woman to finish. “Your prejudice is misguided and that sort of thinking will no longer be tolerated in my court. The Fair Folk live within our borders and we will protect them as we do our own citizens. Understood?”

     The woman and her companion remained hesitant. “Sire, I still cannot let you pass. The court is sealed. No one is allowed to enter—”

     “That rule clearly does not apply to myself.” Roman interrupted with a swiping gesture, cutting through the woman’s excuses. “You are preventing me from delivering crucial information to the kings. This is your last chance to stand down before I have you arrested for treason.”

     “Aisling, come on.” The woman’s companion took her arm, pulling her from the door she remained hesitant. They looked down at her with a gentle guidance as she lifted her hand from her weapon. “Don’t push this.”

     “Very well, sire. I apologize for my interference.”

     Logan watched as the woman stepped away from the door. His heart dropped at the nervousness in the woman’s expression as Roman’s stood over her. The  prince’s demeanor shifted and immediately dropped to a sincere sympathy as he spoke again.

     “Your diligence in defending my fathers is noted, but I assure you that you are acting in the country’s best interest by allowing us to pass.” Roman stated plainly in a tone that remained firm, yet less forceful than before. “Now, I need you both the spread the word to the rest of the guard. If a single fae in the castle is hurt, the perpetrator will answer directly to me. None of them are to be harmed and there will be no exceptions. Understand?”

     “Yes, sir.”

     “Then, go.” Roman finished, gesturing for the guards to leave as he turned to the door. He glanced back at Remy as the guards rushed away, waiting until the guards had left the area before speaking openly to Remy. “In order for you to give my father his memory back—”

     “I need to be able to touch him, babes.” Remy ran his finger through his hair as he crossed his arms and returned Roman’s questioning gaze. “No way around that and we need to be alone if we’re gonna make any headway with Tommy boy.”

     “Leave that to me. ” Roman nodded with a slow breath as his hand rested on the handle of the door. “No more stalling. All of this ends now.”

     Swallowing as Roman pushed open the door, Logan followed close behind him as the opening grew wider. A calamity of voices beyond the threshold that seemed to be immediately doused as Roman stepped into the middle of the courtroom. The silence continued as Logan joined the other fae in the courthouse, hyper aware of the dozens of eyes that fell on his scars as they glittered a faint blue hue.

     “Roman!”

     A familiar voice filled the air as Logan’s attention was drawn forward. He looked up just as a set of arms folded around Roman’s neck and his heart stalled in his chest the man suddenly fussing over Roman as the crowd turned to watch.

     Thomas.

     Logan froze in place as Thomas ran a hand through Roman’s hair, leaning back to look over him as he whispered to his son in hushed tones. He watched in silence as a second man came up beside them, resting a hand on Roman’s shoulder. The man’s dark hair lifted to reveal an equal glimmer of worry in the man’s eyes as he stare at Roman.

     “Where have you been?” The man stated as he squeezed Roman’s shoulder. His voice was quiet and soothing as Logan listened to him let out a relieved breath as he looked to Roman. “You and your brother have both been—”

     Logan bit his lip at the mention of the kings' lost son and guilt start to ache in his chest as Roman continued, gently guiding them back to the matter at hand.

     “I’ll explain everything. I promise, but first—”

     Roman's voice was immediately drowned out by sound of shuffling footsteps and adrenaline flooded Logan's body as a bruising grip closed around both his arms. His eyes flashed a bright blue and the air around his skin started to crackle in self-defense. A loud yelp from behind him was all the excuse he need to kick out of the aggressor’s grip, spinning on his heel to face the guard.

     Logan’s heart dropped as his sight narrowed past the guard to the defeated look on Janus' face as he allowed the other guard to force him to his knees. Fury filled Logan’s lung as the fae’s gaze dropped and he immediately lunged to his friend. His attempt came to a quick stop as the another guard caught him around the waist, but he resisted the guard’s entanglement. Anger burned in his chest as a charge started to build in the air around them, but a loud voice interrupted them, echoing in the chambers as the world came to a halt.

     “Enough!”

     The hall stilled as Logan tipped his head up to the booming voice. The firm expression on Thomas’ face didn’t falter as he held his hand up in a commanding gesture for the guards to stop their advance. The air shimmered behind Thomas, giving Logan pause until he spotted Remy whispering  Thomas’s ear. The sight was unlike anything he seen before. Light itself seemed to bend around the shadow fae and Logan guessed the crowd around them couldn’t see the fae interfering with their king’s decisions.

     “Let them both go immediately.”

     Logan felt a shift in the room as the guard’s arm pulled back from his waist. Shock lingered in his mind as he hesitated, glaring over his shoulder at the menacing stare of the guard, but his anger quickly dissipated as Janus’ soft  groan jarred him from his thoughts. Giving one last nervous look at Remy and Thomas, he turned to rush over to his friend as Janus lifted himself off the ground. Logan caught his shoulders as the shaking man swayed, barely concealing the fear in his eyes as the crowd leered at him.

     “We must speak alone.” Roman breathed with a resolute look in his eyes as he stared up at Thomas and the other man. “We can make a formal announcement to the court after our private conference, but the crowd will only aggravate the issue.”

     “Agreed.” Thomas nodded. Logan sucked on his lips, nostalgic at the familiar understanding tone in Thomas’ voice as he listened to his son. He watched quietly as Thomas met each of the noble’s eyes with a determined stare. “The court will adjourn for a temporary recess. Members will be summoned again once I’ve cleared the information that Prince Roman has to present to Nico and myself.”

     Thomas’ tone left no room for argument, but all the same, Logan blinked in surprise as the members of the court automatically filtered toward the exit at their king’s command. The act was clearly not one made  of benevolence. The heightened tasted of bitter discontent burned at the back of his throat until the last noble closed the door behind them,  but they were soon gone all the same. After a moment, Logan turned back and shared a shocked look with Janus as Remy stepped out of his hazy reality and hooked an arm around Thomas’ shoulder.

     “Heya, babes. Been gone a bit too long this time, wasn’t I?” Remy purred with an insufferable grin. “Things really gone to the dogs around here.”

     “One of these days, I’m going to be dethroned when a member of the court notices me whispering to myself, Remy.”

     “That could be fun.” Remy’s grin widened as he leaned into the kings mock anger. “I might just make a mad king outta you yet, girl.”

     “I have no doubt you could fell my reputation before I even took a breath, if wasn't so useful.” Thomas smirked, eyeing the fae with a playful glimmer in his eyes. “The thought would keep me up at night if you were half as corrupt as you pretend to be.”

     “Oh, hun.” Remy purred, coaxing a reluctant smile out of the king.  “Keeping you up at night’s might as well be my life’s purpose.”

     “Well, you do well to keep me on edge.” Thomas chuckled, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. “Can I assume that your appearance mere hours after the sky breaking means—”

     “You know what it means, girl.”

     “It’s over?”

     “This disaster is finally over, so long as we come to an understandin’ on how the fae are going to be treated from here on out.” Remy muttered as his smile soured, pointing at the door the guard had left through. “Which starts with not allowing that kind of shit to happen again. Another one of your guards lays a finger on a fae and all bets are off. Got it?”

     “Understood, Remy.” Thomas nodded sheepishly. “Retraining the guard will be my first priority.”

     Remy snorted. “If I get my way, you'll dismantle their ranks altogether.”

     Thomas blinked. “Are you serious?”

     “Dead serious, girl. They do more harm than good.” Remy muttered, eyes flitting to Roman as his grin widened to a sharp-toothed smirk. “But for now, we got some reintroductions to do since you even get to keep yer memories this time, babes.”

     Thomas’ expression went blank as Remy’s words turned gears in his head. His voice dropped with concern at the lack of explanation in the fae’s eyes as he tried to find his words. “Logan?”

     Logan let out a sharp breath as Thomas muttered his name. His chest suddenly ached as the freshly resurfaced memories rushed to the forefront of his mind. He dropped his arms from Janus, pulling his hands to his chest as tears threatened at the corner of his eyes.

     “Is that?”

     “That’s the kid, babes.”

     Tears blurred Logan’s vision as slow footsteps approached him. He startled as a hand rested on his shoulder, looking up to see Thomas’ soft, brown eyes staring down at him.

     “Logan, may I—”

     Thomas’ voice was cut off with a soft grunt as Logan rushed into Thomas’ open arms. Gratitude washed over Logan as the king surrounded him with warmth, whispering hushed reassurances to Logan as he composed himself. The gentleness continued until Logan felt well enough to step back, bowing his head with embarrassment as he noticed everyone’s eyes on him.

     “I—I never got to thank you.” Logan breathed, feeling light-headed as he avoided Thomas’ concerned expression. He swayed as he stared at the ground, struggling to string together the right words in his head. “Remy had to take me away and I never—I never—”

     “Take a breath, Logan.” Thomas whispered, resting a hand on each of Logan’s shoulders. “There’s no need to rush .”

     Logan forced himself to draw a long breath, following the breathing technique the Virgil had taught him as he tried to push past the melancholy clouding his mind. He crossed his arms, vaguely feeling his fingernails digging into his arms as he stared at the ground until he felt Thomas’ hand close around his own. Logan blinked as Thomas pulled his hand away and he found himself staring at the red marks on his arm until a choked breath escaped from his lungs.

     “Say what you need to, Logan.” Thomas whispered, gently gripping Logan’s hand as he watched his reaction. “Whatever you need to get off your chest is okay. I can take it.”

     “I—I never got to say goodbye.”

     Thomas paused as his expression softened to a smile. “Logan—”

     “I know Remy had to take me. Both of you didn’t have a choice. I know that, but—” Logan stopped, barely containing his emotions as Thomas’ grip tightened on his hand. “—but it bothers me that I never got to say goodbye.”

     “Logan,” Thomas whispered. He glanced back to Remy’ apologetic gaze, feeling his heart sink at the guilt in the dark fae’s eyes. His voice dropped as he squeezed Logan’s hand and met his gaze. “You deserved a proper explanation from me before I sent you off with a stranger. I can’t imagine how you must have felt, even if you trusted Remy, but—” Thomas paused with a gentle smile as Logan looked up. “—I also knew there was never any need for you to say goodbye.”

     Logan’s breath caught in his throat as his gaze lifted from the ground to Thomas.

     "Remy was always going to bring you home, Logan.” Thomas smiled as tears glistened in his own eyes. “We needed you to be safe, but I knew when the time was right, I knew you would come home.”

     “I—” Logan’s knees went weak as he leaned into Thomas’ arms, biting his lip as the king pulled him into his chest. “Thank you—Thank you for everything. You were so kind to me—”

     “You deserved every ounce of kindness and more.” Thomas whispered, curling his hand around the back of his head. “I was honored to give you a place to call home.”

     “T-thank you, Thomas.”

     “You always have a home here, Logan. Always.” Thomas whispered, gently rubbing Logan’s arm as he stood up off the king’s chest. “No matter what happens, you are part of my family.”

     “I appreciate that and everything else you did for me,” Logan whispered, wiping the tears from his cheeks as Thomas wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “More than I believe my words could possibly convey.”

     “It’s only been a pleasure to be a part of your life, Logan.” Thomas whispered as he guided Logan back toward the head of the courtroom. “Remy?”

     “I’ve got him, girl.”

     Logan’s world shifted as he leaned back into Remy as the older fae pulled him underneath his shoulder. His head was swimming with an overwhelming mix of emotions, but he was grateful for the grounding touch of Remy’s arm around him and the warmth of Thomas’ hand on his back.

     “What do you think, kid?” Remy jostled Logan lightly, winking as Logan turned up to him. “Tommy boy’s still pretty much a babes. Don’t you think?”

     Logan’s memory of meeting Remy came rushing back and he flushed as Thomas raised an eyebrow. He reached wrist to his cheek, closing his eyes as he ducked to hide his blush. “Shut up, Remy.”

     Thomas blinked his confusion at the growing redness in Logan's cheeks as he watched Remy chuckle in Logan’s ear.

     “Nah, I’ve been waiting years for you to realize how endearing that was, kid.” Remy laughed as Logan groaned at the memory. “I ain’t gonna let go of that so easy.”

     “I didn’t know what I was saying.” Logan whispered, feeling the burn in his cheek intensify.

     “I hate to inform you that’s what made it totally adorbs, hun.” Remy cooed in his ear, swaying with him as Logan’s stomach twisted.

     “Should I ask?” Thomas chuckled as the Logan curled into Remy’s shoulder with a flustered groan.

     Logan let himself go limp, pinching the bridge of his nose as Remy hummed happily. “Please, don’t—”

     “Hush, kid. I ain't done embarrassing you yet.” Remy purred as Logan ducked his head away. He ran a hand through Logan’s hair as he turned to smirk at Thomas. “You see, that night you tried to return little Logan, I planned on just taking, but Logan insisted you was a babes. So, ‘course I had to meet the king the kid was so sweet on."

     “Is that so?” Thomas raised an eyebrow at Remy’s wide grin down at Logan.

     “‘Twas the way it went down. I swear on my cold, black heart.” Remy giggled as Logan’s bright red face disappeared deeper into his shoulder. “Little Logan was so convincing I couldn’t walk away without meeting yours truly.”

     Thomas chuckled as his smile toward Logan softened. “That’s actually rather sweet.”

     “Remy—” Logan groaned as he leaned away from his shoulder, taking a long breath as he avoided Thomas’ eyes.

     “It’s my gods given duty to embarrass you, kid.” Remy chuckled, rubbing his arm to comfort him. “Sorry, not sorry.”

     “Fine, just— Can we move on now?” Logan let out a long, feeling a new wave of embarrassment as he looked up to Thomas’ amused smile. “I’m inclined to believe if you continue, I may be have to shut myself away and never return.”

     “Aww, look at that.” Remy hummed in a chipper tone. “Yer finally taking after my own flare for the dramatics—”

     “Remy, please—”

     “Alright, alright. I’m gonna quit tormenting you, kid.” Remy grinned, looking up to Thomas. “After all, we got a lot of ground to cover today before we’re able to shake this tragedy for good.”

     Thomas’ smile faltered as Remy’s own expression turned serious. “What do you need me to do, Remy?”

     “We’re done with that bit, girl.” Remy muttered. “You can't just rely on my for answers anymore. We’re onto the hard part now.”

     “What do you mean?”

     Remy grinned as he guided Logan and Thomas back to the others. “Means the world’s a clean slate now and we gotta make some new rules, which is why this has got to be a mutual decision. Your people need you to be their advocate this time.”

     “Certainly.” Thomas nodded, standing up straighter. “Where would you like to begin?”

     “For now, some introductions are in order. So, Nico. Girl, you’re up.”

     “Oh, um. Certainly, Remy.”

     The man whose hand previously rested on Roman’s shoulders stepped forward and Logan looked up at the man’s wavy brown hair and gentle smile as realization finally dawned on him. “You’re Nico.”

     “Yep, that’s me. I suppose it’s about time we were introduced.” Nico smiled, extending a hand out to Logan. “You’ve made quite the impression on my husband and son. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the man everyone’s been fussing over.”

     “I imagine so. I'd think they’ve had a fair amount to say after all the trouble I’ve caused them.” Logan smiled timidly as he took Nico’s hand, but the man only seemed to beam brighter.

     “Their words have been nothing less than adoring. I promise.” The kindness in the man’s warm smile melted away Logan’s own nervousness. The king chuckled quietly as his white smile gleamed down at Logan with bright eyes “In fact, I have to admit I’m excited to get to know the man who’s captured their hearts.”

     Logan chewed his lip as his eyes flitted to Roman’s soft smile. “I only hope I can live up to their expectations.”

     “I’m certain you will.” Nico whispered gently, eyes following Logan’s to Roman with a curious glance.

     “Great,” Remy grinned, giving Janus a gentle shove forward. “Alright, Jan. You’re next—”

     Logan felt Nico’s grip stiffen slightly as the king looked over his shoulder, and though his gentle smile remained, Logan felt the hair on his arms started to rise as both king’s gazes latched onto Janus. The fae’s eyes darted to both of the king’s for a moment as he regained his balance from Remy’s attempt as forcing his introduction. His movements slowed as he stood up, crossing his arms across his chest as he dropped his eyes to the ground with a frown. Janus’ dark hair fell over his cheek, partially obscuring the scales on his cheek as the kings continued to stare intently at him.

     “Perhaps a little tact would have been warranted given the circumstances, Remy.”

     “Not if we want this to move quickly.” Remy muttered quietly as Thomas stepped between his family and Janus. He let out a short breath as he moved in front of Janus and held up a hand to Thomas.

     “Relax, Thomas.” Remy muttered, looking tense. “Jan-Jan don’t mean no harm. You got my word that he’s on his best behavior.”

     Logan watched as Nico stepped in front of Roman and he glanced nervously at Thomas before turning back to Janus. His body tensed at the sight of Janus' nervousness. A bead of sweat dropped down the fae’s face as Remy stepped in front of him.

     “He’s the fae who—”

     “I am the fae who kidnapped your son—” Janus finished as his amber eyes flashed up to the kings. He held their gaze for a moment as he chewed his lip before allowing his eyes to fall back to the ground. “—and honestly, that’s hardly the worst thing I’ve done to you.”

     Remy looked up to meet Thomas suspicious gaze and raised a hand to reassure him before flashing a warning glance at Janus. “You’re not exactly winning yourself any favor with that remark, Jan—”

     “Well, quite frankly, I’m not here for their approval.” Janus stepped forward, reaching forward to rest a hand on Remy’s shoulder. Logan’s stomach twisted at the guilt in Janus’ slitted eye as he stepped forward toward the suspicious kings. His shoulders slumped with surrender as he bowed his head. “My actions towards your family were inexcusable and I have every intention of atoning for my mistakes.”

     The silence hung between them. Logan’s heart strained in his chest as Janus offered himself up for the kings’ judgment. The fight seemed to leave his body as he brushed his dark hair off his scales and he took in the kings’ hesitant expressions.

     “You need not fear my interference any longer.” Janus continued with a frown. “Given the circumstances, I only ask you to allow me to serve my purpose as a representative of the Seelie Court until they’re able to provide a replacement . After a representative has been appointed, I will humbly submit myself to judgment by your court for whatever punishment you deem necessary.”

     Logan bit his lip, ready to protest when Roman’s voice filled his ears.

     “Janus, you’ve earned my forgiveness.”

     Thomas and Nico’s gaze followed Roman as he stepped past their defensive stances. Their body language seemed to change as Roman reached out a hand to Janus’ shoulder in a moment of soft comfort. Logan smiled as the prince turned back to his fathers with a determined glimmer in his eye.

     “Janus was an indispensable ally in ending the suffering of the fae and bringing my friends home safe.” Roman stated with a quick glance at Logan before turning back to his fathers' eyes. “I do not wish to see him punished for his actions.”

     “Roman, you cannot interfere on my behalf.” Janus whispered, pausing briefly. He glanced at Roman with appreciation in his eyes, but his tone remained flat as he eyed the kings' cautious stares. “Whatever penance asked of me, I will accept so long so long as the Seelie Court retains a seat at the negotiations table.”

     “That’s not fair.” Roman protested, stopping as Janus held up his hand.

     “Trust me. Whatever punishment I serve from your court will be a mercy compared to what awaits me in my own .” Janus stared at Roman without blinking, willing the prince’s silence. “You are not responsible for my well-being. I alone am responsible for my actions.”

     “Are you expecting an easy out for your crimes?”

     Janus tipped his head up and quickly withered under Thomas stern glare. Biting his lip, he held up his hands in surrender as he straightened upright away from Roman. “Rest assured, I will answer to the Seelie Court for my crimes. I cannot dodge their punishment. I merely answer to your will before theirs.”

     “Perhaps, then I should just turn you back to your own people.”

     “That would be your prerogative.” Janus held Thomas’ gaze as Roman looked helplessly between them. “I am not asking for your mercy.”

     “Then, tell me.” Thomas paused. “What are you asking for?”

     Janus hesitated at the neutral expression on Thomas’ face, glancing quickly at Roman’s own confused expression as he chewed his lip with uncertainty. “What kind of question is that?”

     “One that I expect you to answer before I pass my judgment on you.” Thomas stated, gesturing for Roman to return to his side. The prince hesitated uncertainly, before giving a final, cautious look at Janus and moving to his father’s side.

     “I hope you do not expect me to beg for my life.” Janus hissed, baring his teeth. “If that’s what you’re expecting, I won’t sacrifice my dignity—"

     “That is not what I asked you.” Thomas interrupted. He shared a cautious glance with Nico, waiting for his affirmation before continuing. “I asked you what you want out of this arrangement.”

     “I—” Janus paused, curling his hand to his chest in confusion at the subtle communication between the kings. “—what?”

     “I do believe Tommy boy’s offering you a choice on yer punishment, Jan.”

     Janus turned over his shoulder to stare at Remy’s smirk. His eyes lingered on his friend for a moment before his expression darkened and he turned back to Thomas, looking up and down at the king with suspicion. “Why would you do that?”

     Thomas shared another charged look with Nico as his husband’s arm wrapped around Roman’s shoulder, watching him carefully.  His gaze lingered on Roman’s concerned stare for a moment before turning back to Janus. “If Roman is able to forgive you for what you did to him and his friends, I don’t see why I shouldn’t be able to do the same.”

     Janus bit his lip, nearly drawing blood in shock. “Why the hell—"

     “Now’s not the time to be making enemies, babes.” Remy reached forward, resting a hand on Janus’ shoulder. Slowly, the man’s defensiveness fell away as Remy reassured him. “Thomas is a good guy. He's not going to pull the rug out from under you.”

     “So, tell me.” Thomas continued, watching them carefully. “What do you want to come out of this?”

     “Nothing.” Janus whispered, allowing Remy to rub his shoulder in gentle comfort. “I—I didn’t expect anything from your court.”

     Thomas smiled at the gentleness in Remy’s eyes as he let out a long breath. “I can only assume that negotiations between the courts are going to be grueling. Quite honestly, if you’ve established rapport with Roman, I’m inclined to grant you a pardon given that you continue your duties of representing the Fair Folk’s court.”

     “What?” Janus looked up in shock.

     “I hope that should keep you out of too much trouble with your own court as well, though I won't pretend I know how the Fair Folk operate their politics.”

     “It'll help, Thomas.” Remy smiled as a tinge of relief flickered in his eye.

     Janus blinked, staring up at the king in disbelief. “But why?”

     “Logan and Roman were willing to defend you,” Thomas paused. His tone softened as he chuckled his amusement at Remy running his finger through Janus’ hair as the fae grumbled. “and Remy is clearly sweet on you—”

     “That doesn't even cover half the story, babes. Known him for years and I can vouch that you’re making a good call, Tommy boy.” Remy grinned at Thomas as Janus turned his head away to hide the light dusting of redness growing on his cheeks. “Not only is he the best representative you could ask for from those bastards of the Seelie Court, but this bastard in particular, may be the only one willing to talk both the courts down from imprisoning yours truly for the next century for keeping Logan a secret from ‘em.”

     “Well, I'd hate to lose such a powerful ally.” Thomas laughed as the tension dissipated out of the air. He smiled as the nervousness in Logan and Roman’s faces faded away. “Janus, you are granted a pardon for your transgressions against the crown, given that you continue to aid in negotiations—”

     “—and that you continue to put up with me, love.”

     “That was not one on the conditions, Remy.” Janus muttered, barely concealing his amusement behind a relieved sigh.

     “It is now.” Remy purred, tipping his eyes down to Thomas with a glimmer in his eyes.

     Thomas rolled his eyes glancing back at Nico before giving a nonchalant shrug. “I don’t make the rules.”

     “You’re the king.” Janus protested, gesturing to Remy. “No one should ever let him make rules. It's unconscionable.”

     “Too late, hun.” Remy grinned. “I already run this joint, whether you like or not.”

     Logan smirked and was about to turn away when a loud crash of the double doors interrupted Remy’s thought. His head shot to the door to see a heaving Patton, trailing through the door behind a panicked-looking Virgil. He froze in place as all attention was directed to him and he stuttered, struggling to find the right words.

     “Outside! There’s—There’s something going on in the sky!”

     The room was quiet for a flash before the entire group rushed to the windows. Logan followed the stampede of footsteps as a subtle flashing of light flickered in the window. He followed close behind Roman as they stepped out onto the balcony and his breath left his lungs are he stared out over the castle walls to the purple hue of the sky as sections of the subtle white cracks in the sky grew flashed brighter before fading away. The sight sent shivers of power down his spine as he stared out across glowing sky, feeling magic pouring forth into the world.

     “That’s just an aftershock of the barrier breaking. Sky's returning to normal and all.” Remy whispered, unable to pull his eyes from the shimmering shy. “Ain’t nothing to worry about, Virgil, but damn if it’s not beautiful.”

     The smell of dust filled the air as Logan leaned onto the stone railing of the balcony, watching the bright light of the of the sky faded back to its normal color as the sun hovered over the horizon.

     He smiled at the scent of fresh rain as water drizzled from the clouds above them, refracting the bright light in bright bursts of colors as the rain hit the surface of the land. The air drifted over his skin and Logan pulled in a peaceful breath as Roman came up beside him.

     Logan smiled, glancing up at the prince as his warm shoulder leaned against him. Happiness spread across his chest as he hesitantly took Roman’s hand in his own. “It’s all really over. Isn’t it?”

     Roman hummed happily as he looked up to the sky with an optimistic smile. “I’d like to think that everything’s only beginning.”

     Logan blushed as Roman’s fingers intertwined his own.

     “There’s really no limit to what we can do now, Logan.”

     “Well, even if all options are now on the table—” Logan whispered, squeezing Roman’s hand. “—there’s no place I’d rather be than here with you.”

     Logan reached his hand up to Roman’s cheek and flushed as the prince turned down him. Bright light filled the sky around him like bursts of shimmering starlight as Logan closed his eyes and the prince pressed a gentle kiss to Logan’s forehead.

     “You’re—”

     The quiet sound of someone clearing their throat filled the air behind them and Logan’s head spun around. Thomas and Nico staring back at them as Remy smirked at them from behind the kings.

     “I can explain.”

     Logan turned over his shoulder to witness  the nervousness that had flooded Roman’s eyes as his fathers stared at him. He frowned, squeezing Roman’s hand as the prince stepped out in front of him.

     “Then explain, Roman.” Nico whispered, sharing a look with Thomas as he came up beside him.

     Logan could feel Roman’s determination in the air as the prince raised his head to the kings.

     “My responsibility to my kingdom has always come first and foremost in my life. I've happily done anything you’ve asked of me, because I know the importance of my position.” Roman paused with a look of melancholy in his eyes as his eyes flitted to Virgil briefly before his gaze returned to his fathers. “I’ve never asked for anything in return, but this is the one time I have to make a request for myself. I can't keep my head if I continue to deny my heart.”

     Thomas let out a sharp breath, sharing a knowing look with Nico before tipping his head to Roman. “Make your request, Roman.”

     “I know that the law compels me to court someone of royal blood to maintain my status,” Roman’s grip tightened on Logan’s hand as he continued. “but I’ve fallen for Logan and to court anyone else would feel like a betrayal to myself and to him. Please—I’m pleading for you to convince the court to allow me to pursue what my heart desires.”

     “Roman—”

     “It will not interfere with my duties.” Roman sputtered out without thinking. “I’ll work twice as hard—”

     “You work too hard already, Roman.” Thomas stopped him, holding his hands out to reassure his son. “Even if the court was going to oppose you on this matter, Nico and I would whole-heartedly fight for your right to court for love rather than gain. I'm sorry if we ever made you feel like we would do anything else.”

     Roman blinked, taken back by Thomas’ response. Their silence was deafening as his word echoed in his ears. “What do you mean ‘if they were going to oppose?’”

     “Girl, even the most stuck-up tools the human court ain’t about to start off negotiations by snubbing the Fair Folk.” Remy interrupted, stepping around Thomas. His eyes flashed to Logan, smiling as the kid returned a knowing smile. “In fact, I hate to break it to you, but I think you’re the only one hasn’t figured out there’s an easy solution to yer problem.”

     “What—” Roman furrowed his brow until a familiar, melodic chuckle filled the air behind him and he was drawn back to Logan’s sweet smile. His brain stalled at the relaxed expression on Logan’s face as the man stepped forward.

     “I’ve known since I regained full access to my memories.” Logan whispered, staring down at their intertwined fingers for a moment. He was quiet as a warmth spread across his chest as he looked up to Roman’s soft, brown eyes. “There’s nothing barring us from being together anymore, Roman.”

     Roman blinked. He looked to his fathers for confirmation, and to his surprise they merely nodded, further increasing his confusion. “But I thought —”

     “Logan’s the child of an actual goddess, babes.” Remy cooed as Roman eyes turned to him. “If anything, he outranks you. No chance your court's gonna want to piss off the entirety of the Fair Folk by claiming our nobility is less valid, ‘specially when the humans start realizin’ how many of us are left.”

     Roman blinked as his shoulders relaxed and he looked at Logan. “And you knew?”

     The corner of Logan’s lips twisted into a guilty smile as Roman stared down at him. “I only realized after regaining my memories. The time wasn’t right to mention what I’d learned until the danger everyone was in had passed.”

     “But just now, you could have—”

     “You’re right. I probably should have stopped you,” Logan admitted sheepishly. “but hearing you speak from your heart was actually quite endearing.”

     Roman let out a sharp breath as his shoulders dropped and he laughed. “My chest felt like it might burst from the anxiety, but I’m glad you got some enjoyment out of my misery.”

     “In all fairness, this is hardly the worst outcome that could have occurred.” Logan’s eyes flashed with gratitude as Roman stepped forward, wrapping his arms around him. He relaxed into Roman’s chest, letting out a long breatg as the prince’s warm grip settled around his shoulders.

     “May I suggest that the rest of us give them their space for a while?”

     “Aww, Jan-Jan.” Remy cooed, leaning into Janus. “You’re no fun."

     “I’m sure you will force the details out of Logan eventually, Remy.” Janus sighed, forcing him to the door as Remy resisted his guidance. “Besides, you have work to do. Negotiations are waiting for us.”

     “Boring.” Remy sighed, winking at Logan as he ducked through the door.

     “I can live with that.”

     “Thank you, Janus.” Logan whispered as the older fae filtered their friends back into the courtroom. He smiled as Janus nodded back before following the others, leaving Roman and him standing together in peaceful silence.

     Logan leaned against the balcony as Roman relaxed. He smiled down as his fingers intertwined with the prince’s soft hand. The brilliant lights started to fade from the sky as muted colors filled the sky as the sun dipped below the horizon. A deep feeling of contentment spread across Logan’s body as Roman reached up to brush the hair out of Logan’s face. He let out a long breath as the prince’s gentle touch sent a pleasant tingling across his skin.

     “This is very nearly perfect.”

     Roman chuckled as he dropped his hand. “Only nearly?”

     Logan’s smile faded slightly as he looked up at Roman, acknowledging the carefully hidden sadness behind the prince’s eyes. “I can tell you’re still upset about your brother, Roman.”

     Shock flashed in the prince’s expression and he tripped over his words, unsure how to respond to Logan reading his hidden emotions. “That isn’t your problem to worry about, Logan. Not with everything he—"

     “The Remus that hurt me was not your brother, Roman.” Logan interrupted. He stood up straighter, staring into Roman’s eyes as they flashed with guilt. “I want you to have your brother again and I’ll help you make that a reality. Whatever it takes.”

     “Thank you, Logan.”

     “There’s no need to thank me.” Logan raised a hand to Roman’s cheek with a smile. “I only want you to be happy.”

     “I still have to tell my fathers about him.” Roman whispered. “I should have before, but—”

     “We can tell them together, Roman,” Logan reassured him. “and Remy has already offered to help us bring him home. It will hurt them, but there is a solution ”

     “I know.”

     Logan stepped forward, raising both hands to the prince’s cheeks. Calmness radiated from his voice as he comforted the prince. “Right now, you are doing everything you could be to bring him home. We’ve broken the curse, and as soon as the negotiations have reached a point of agreement, I will go with you to fetch him from the Other Realm. I promise.”

     Roman sighed, nodding into Logan’s hand as the man’s voice soothed his nerves. “You are unlike anyone I’ve ever met, Logan. I’m so glad to have had the opportunity to meet you.”

     Logan scoffed as he dropped his hands sheepishly and turned to face the castle. “I’m only glad you stuck around long enough to see me become more than the shell of a person I was when we met.”

     “You were never less than you are now.” Roman whispered as Logan looked away. “Even if the pain was too much to handle at that point, the amazing person I know was always there.”

     Logan let out a sharp breath as Roman’s arm rested around his shoulder. “Buried deep below the surface, perhaps.”

     “I don’t think so.” Roman’s lips curled into a smile as he pulled Logan close to him, shielding him from the cold wind of the night. “From the moment I talked to you in your cell, I you showed me that you were kind and honest. The changeling may have taken your confidence in yourself, but he was never able to steal from you the things that really mattered.”

     An uncharacteristic giggle pulled from Logan’s throat as he leaned into Roman’s chest and he whispered up to him as he listened to the man’s heartbeat. “Thank you for believing in me. It’s funny. I feel like my happiness should be pouring out of me but it seems I have no more tears to cry.”

     “I plan to keep it that way for a long time, Logan.” Roman smiled as he raised and had to Logan’s cheek, tracing his fingers along the blue scars with adoration. “The world is my gift to you and there are no barriers to keep you from what you want anymore. I’ll do anything to make it so.”

     “You’re all I need, Roman.” Logan let out a breath as reached a hand up to the prince's cheek and placed a gentle kiss on Roman's lips. A burst of happiness swelled in his chest as the prince pulled him closer. He couldn't stop smiling as he curled into the prince’s arms, hand resting on his chest. Peace settled over him as they embraced each other and watched as the sun dipped below the horizon and the first stars began to appear in the night sky.

     By the time Virgil had finally come to usher them ins for the night, he was nearly falling asleep against the prince’s chest, but he was grateful all the same. Though this night was ending, he knew many more would follow and he was excited to see what the future would bring.

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