#cause we all knew... we all were paying attention and... I just figured people needed space

[kimberly-spirits13]

At the Stitches

Pairing: Jason Todd x black widow reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, and getting stitches

Summary: Jason comes home acting strange and while stitching him up, you figure out why. (angstish/ fluff)

Word Count: 1633

Your bathroom echoed as you hummed a Russian lullaby while twisting small pieces your hair into tiny braids. You had pulled it back to keep it out of your face during patrol but following a traditional instilled in you at a young age in the Red Room, you had the impulse to add little braids throughout it. Jason was due to be back home soon, and you would take over patrol. Every few months, Bruce made sure to have someone patrolling the entire night due to possible crime spikes. Keeping everyone fresh and awake on these nights was vital to avoiding injuries. The melody continued to echo through the bathroom as you remembered the lullaby of the older Widow that took care of you while you were being studied for your powers in the Red Room, “Bayu-bay, all people should sleep at night. Bayu-bay, tomorrow is a new day. We got very tired today, let’s say to everyone “good night”, go to sleep Bayu-bay.” You took the last clear elastic band and tied off the last braid in your hair. When you were satisfied with the stablility of the elastics, you picked up your mask that was sitting next to the sink after being cleaned. In case Jason needed some help after patrol, you waited for him to climb through the window. When you heard the swing of the window and the thud that was his boots landing on the floor, you knew he was back. 

                  Jason was putting his helmet on the counter when you came inside the living room ready for patrol. He seemed heavy, like he was exhausted tonight from galivanting through the city. There was a large red gash on his side, pushing little streams of blood over his shirt. He looked at you with tired eyes and you knew he needed rest.

                  “How’d you get that, Jaybird?” You quipped, examining the wound before helping him pull his shirt over his head. He groaned as you did, wincing when his arms came back down. There were a few bruises painted over his body, and a swollen spot over his eye, despite him supposedly having his helmet on all night. 

                  “Wasn’t paying enough attention.” He huffed, “Patch me up?”

                  “Yea, I just need to make sure I’m not late.” You answered.

                  You walked towards the master bathroom again, where you made sure to keep the more extensive first aid kit. Jason was following slowly, dragging his feet, and making the time tick by. It took him longer than usual to get to the sink and sit himself up on the counter, next to where you had prepared to stitch up his wounds. He signed heavily and rested his chin on your head, burying you in his chest. Instead of pulling away immediately, you waited a bit, giving into his neediness for the moment before trying to pull back and grab the rubbing alcohol. Jason seemed to have a vice grip on you once you tried to pull back, forcing you to stay where you were.

                  “Jay, I have to clean your cuts, babe.” You lifted your hands onto his arms and started pulling them from you until he sat back up, “You should go to sleep instead of waiting up tonight, you seem exhausted.” 

                  “I’m fine, I’ll wait up.” He said.            

                  “Honey, I don’t want to seem argumentative, but you look like you’re seeing stars.” “Are you sure you’re okay?”

                  “I told you I’m fine Y/N.” There was a combative tone in his voice, causing you to drop the point of contention. Obviously, there was something he wasn’t telling you.       

                  “Dick says that Grundy is out again.” You said, plopping a cotton pad on the open top of the alcohol bottle, “Apparently there’s some new magic aspect that Bruce wants me to look at considering my magic. I’d say if it’s Grundy it’s dark.” “Hey, stay still for me.”                   Jason was moving around enough that you couldn’t properly clean and bandage his wounds without him reinfecting the area before it was sealed. You began the process again, realizing that you were probably going to be a few minutes late. Cleaning where the cut was, he flinched a bit. When you tried to make eye contact to see if he was okay, he saw that he was already staring intensely at you. You both looked away as you grabbed the needle to stitch him back up.

                  “I’ll probably ask Zatanna what she thinks about it. Maybe it’s not that big of a deal and I can take care of it tonight since there’s so many of us out patrolling. I might go check it out later to see-” 

                  “Shit Y/N!” Jason’s fist hit the counter causing a loud bang, your hand to flinch back thinking you hurt him, and you look at him with confusion. You hadn’t done anything wrong, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t gotten stitches before.

                  “Sorry, sorry.” You held up your hands, showing up that you weren’t doing anything that would hurt him, “Sorry Jay I didn’t think I was hurting you.” “Are you okay? I mean you need to be stitched but maybe I can-” Your voice wavered off as you started grabbing one of the white bandages that you could wrap around his entire torso before Jason grabbed your hands gently, making you drop the roll of bandages. 

                  “Fuck, sorry, Y/N/N. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He said, speaking like a puppy with a broken tail, “Please don’t leave.” 

                  “Babe, the others will be out there alone, I have to be there, especially if there’s some sort of dark magic involved.” You said, a worried look settling over your face.

                  “No, you don’t. They’ll be fine, Bruce is out there now.” “You can’t go out there.”

                  “Jason what’s wrong?” You asked, your hands still trapped in his, “What’s out there?” 

                  “I just- you can’t go.” Jason was trying to plead an argument with you, but it seemed he couldn’t find the words. 

                  “Jason, what happened?” You asked, worry and concern lacing your voice and your hands, still in Jason’s dropped into his lap.

                  “It’s a warzone tonight.” “I mean, it’s been worse, it’s been so much worse, but you can’t be out there without me. Please don’t leave Y/N/N, you can’t, please just stay here. I can’t make sure that you’re okay, I can’t follow you around tonight, can’t keep up with you. You can’t leave.” Tears started welling up in his eyes and you tugged your hands out of his to wipe them away.

                  “Hey, it’s okay, Jason, I’m right here.” Your movements caused him to look deeply into your eyes.

                  “I know you can take care of yourself. You could put Bruce in an early grave, but I can’t let you go out there without me.” He said, his voice breaking a few times.

                  “It’s okay Jay, I’ll stay with you.” “Are the others, okay?” 

                  “They’re fine.” He said honestly, “Bruce is calling in Diana for extra help.” “I told him you had the flu.” A sheepish look came over him as you realized what he had just admitted to.

                  “I would laugh at that, but I’m still worried about you.” You said, smiling just a bit in humor, “Okay, I’ll stay with you, but I’ve still got to take care of these cuts.” 

                  “You’re still in your suit.” He quipped suspiciously. 

                  “Well yea, I mean I thought you were about to implode on yourself a second ago.” You laughed, a small light admitting from your body and making your uniform disintegrate into a pair of sweatpants and one of Jason’s old shirts. The uniform would be put back away in its case for tomorrow night, but you’d be sure not to touch it tonight unless it was necessary. 

                  “Are you okay if I start again?” you asked.

                  “Yeah, you’re good.” He replied in almost a whisper.          

                  You began cleaning back up the larger wound now that blood had ran down his torso. Intentionally being extra gentle, you were being sure that there was no way you were hurting Jason. It was quiet in the bathroom now, only the sound of you two breathing could be heard. A few moments of silence had passed before he spoke up again.

                  “Hey Y/N/N?”                   “What’s up?” 

                  “Will you take your hair down? I need your hair.” He had been trying to run his fingers through the strands of hair but was being impaired by the little braids you had strung throughout the loose pieces.

                  You chuckled a bit before another little glow emitted from your hair and a small plopping noise sounded from the countertop as little clear bands dropped down to where they had been stacked together. Jason’s fingers immediately started running through the strands again, relaxing his breathing and slowing his heart rate. You started humming a new lullaby again, “The night has come, and she has brought darkness with her. Mommy went out, closed the shutters, sleep, sleep. Fall asleep.”

                  “All of your Russian lullabies are terrifying.” Jason said.

                  “Knocked me out like a light when I was little.” You replied laughing, “At least it’s not the one about Baba Yaga.” 

                  “Yea, at least.” He chuckled.

                  After a few moments, Jason’s wounds were patched up and he was showered. You had already gotten into bed and was waiting for him when Jason came and plopped on top of you, holding you tightly to him and not letting you go.

                  “Thanks for staying.” He said softly. 

                  “I’ll always stay with you Jay. Just tell me when there’s something wrong the next time.” You replied, running your fingers through his hair, “I was worried about you, love.”

                  “I’m sorry.” He assured, “I’ll tell you next time.” 

                  “I love you Jaybird.” 

                  “I love you” 

[flowerfreya]

The Office AU

Pairing: poly!141 x reader

Part 18

New guy at work is ruining everything for the guys.

You let out an involuntary giggle, “that was a good one”.

The new guy looks away, embarrassed but showing a small smile, “it wasn’t meant to be funny”.

“Oh”, now you feel bad. Your humor is a bit dark but you didn’t think it was that dark.

He gives a small shrug, “it’s fine, I like to make you smile”.

Oh.

The new guy started two weeks as some kind of consultant. You’ve noticed that he’s shy and doesn’t talk unless he’s talked too.

It’s adorable.

This is a problem that you always face when being nice and friendly to men. They can never take anything platonically. Just because you are nice they think you want to fuck. Which is mostly never the case. You just wanted a friend.

You let out a little hum and try to figure out the escape route without making things weird.

But no need as Johnny walks in , but he doesn’t give you refuge seeing as he just heads straight to the fridge. Not paying attention to either of you.

“Well I’m goi-”

“Do you want to grab a coffee, sometimes after work” , the new guy is looking at the ground when he ask you the question.

You hate this. You hate this. You hate this.

“oh , ummm”, of course your brain is blanking on what to say in this instance. Then you hear the slam of the fridge closing. You jerk your head up.

Johnny is staring a hole into the new guys face, “don’t think that's appropriate for work, yeah”, he basically growls out the question to him.

It has him looking over and stuttering out, “it’s not like that”

Johnny tilts his head to the side, “It’s not? Seems like you asked out your coworker at work”.

You mean , he’s not wrong and it’s the worst because you were going to say no regardless and it’s going to make things so awkward at work because you have to say no.

The new guy has the decency to look ashamed.

You want out of here so bad , you can feel your hands start to get clammy, your armpit start to sweat, and your head starts to itch.

“I don’t date people from work” , you throw out.

That’s not true, you think everyone knows that but the new guy considering you were just kissing Simon not even a month ago. But you're just a glorified secretary. You don’t know how much power a consultant has but it's for damn sure more than yours.

“Well I’m going to head back”, you throw out a hopefully nice smile and head back to your desk.

Seeing a teams message from Simon

>> did you get lost in the break room?

Geez, how long were you in there. Time really gets away from you when get put in a shitty situation.

Before you have time to respond back , Johnny storms out of the break room with Gaz in toe, does the head nod to Simon, which has him on his feet within seconds.

“We gotta talk to Price”.

You take a quick glance at the calendar. There not meeting scheduled so it must been an emergency. You gather your laptop and start to stand but get stopped , “No need , lass”.

You freeze mid reach, “You don’t need me?”

“Not for this”

~

“Need to get rid of the consultant”.

Price sighs, “ You can’t get rid of someone just because”.

“I have cause, it’s cause I don’t like him” , Johnny says.

Price looks up , and sees all three of his boys staring at him, “what’s going on”.

“He asked her out” , that has him sitting up straighter , jaw clenching.

Simon is staring at Johnny like he just spoke another language and Gaz is staring into space but Price knows he is trying to figure out from an HR standpoint to get rid of him.

“Well, what did she say”, he’s scared that she said yes. They haven’t been exactly forthcoming about how much they like her, and now he wishes he could go back and change some things.

Simon is grasping the chair like it did something to him.

“Said something about not dating coworkers”

Simon lets out a “bullshit”. And Gaz flops into the chair in front of Price’s desk.

“We don’t have any rules on frat”, Gaz says.

Price already knew that but it’s nice to get in confirmed, he turns his attention to Gaz, “how hard will it be to get rid of him?”

Price will do just about anything to make sure that he doesn’t come back. Nothing good could come from this.

“It’s going to be tricky”

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KINKTOBER DAY 28 — CHOKING KINK

PAIRING: spider-man!mark x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, choking, fingering, slight bondage, usage of nicknames, breeding.

WC: 1.3k words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, loves! i couldn’t stop thinking of spidermark so here we are! i hope you guys will like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33

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“Shh, baby. Don’t want your parents to hear now, do we?” 

You truly couldn’t believe that it was happening—that Spider-Man was in your room with his slender fingers wrapped around your throat. 

You’ve always wanted this from the day you first saw him, on the day he saved a lift full of people from falling down and crashing to the ground. You were one of those who got stuck in the lift too, which was the traumatic onset of your tiny crush on him. 

No one knew who was behind that mask, yet his suit clad figure was a sight to see, his build lean and slightly muscular, not to mention he smelled brilliant (a little something you gathered when he saved you).  

To add to it, his ever so attractive voice always grasped everyone’s attention, you thought he was funny too, which is exactly why you ended up making a poster full of glitter saying:

Choke me, Spider-Man!

It was a silly joke, albeit you’d definitely be lying if you say you didn’t get wet dreams about the superhero, because you did. Detailed ones at that. 

Maybe carrying the poster with you at all times was a bit of a stretch but you did it anyway, granted that your city was full of crimes and spotting Spider-Man was an easy task, which is why you proudly held up the poster in the crowd whenever you saw him, after he fought with the villain that is. 

The people around you laughed, but it wasn’t mocking, it was more of an amused chuckle, and you could have sworn you noticed spidey look your way, before swinging away, much to your dismay. 

This went on a few times. You were practically waving the poster when it was the fourth time, yet he didn’t pay you any attention, leaving you dejected as you dragged yourself back home from Uni, chuckling at your state. 

Crush on a superhero?

Pathetic. He’s loved by countless people all over the world, what makes you think he’d have time to give you even a sliver of his attention when he’s so busy saving the world?

Clicking your tongue, you threw the crumbled poster in the trash can of your bedroom, dimming the lights as you sat down on your bed, ready to change into your nightwear before opting to sleep to take your mind off things. 

Just then, a loud sound of knocking on your window caught your attention, which was funny considering you lived up on a pretty high floor in your apartment building. You thought that it must be a bird, still, you decided to open the curtains to check it out. 

Shock would be an understatement to explain what you were feeling the second your eyes laid on the person right outside your window. 

The reason for your sour mood, or rather, the reason you spent hours trying to ease the pent up frustration in you each night, moaning out with need, was hanging by your window. 

“Oh god,” you breathed out, brain short circuiting for a few seconds before you shook your head, opening the windows for him to come in. 

Who knew Spider-Man would actually care enough to notice you? 

Then you realized just how awkward the situation was, and you didn’t have much to say anymore now that he was standing right in front of you, looking around as if he was inspecting your room. 

“Spider man,” you breathed out, and he chuckled. 

His attention was on you now, walking closer to you, “so, you’re the one who wanted to be choked by me,” he said smoothly, and you couldn’t help but shamelessly gawk at his figure, mouth watering at the sight. 

“Uhm—I mean, holy fuck you’re actually here,” you tried to voice out your thoughts, but they were a mess, which only caused him to chuckle at your shocked state. 

“Didn’t you want me here, baby?” He asked and you felt your knees buckling at the deep tone of his voice. 

You took another step back, only to lose balance and trip. But good for you, your spidey was quick to shoot his web on your silky night blouse, pulling you close and right into his arms. 

He smelled so good. 

“Careful. We don’t want you hurting your pretty face,” he whispered, tracing his glove clad finger along your jaw, gripping your chin when he noticed how your body had gone still, “deep breaths, babe.”

“Are you gonna fuck me?” You asked, voice coming out in a low whine, eyes twinkling with hope. 

He chuckled, pulling his mask up which had you bubbling with anticipation, you really wanted to see what he looked like. However, he stopped a little too soon for your liking, only exposing his lips, leaning in to mumble against your own. 

“I’m gonna fuck the life out of you,” he whispers, a gasp leaving your lips as you pulled him closer into a rushed kiss. 

He was quick to take over, kissing you harder as he pushed you down on your bed, “undress, quick,” he ordered, and you fumbled while getting everything off your body. 

Your cheeks were warm, your eyes on his figure, which was now devoid of his costume, faint abs and strong muscles on display for you, but your mouth practically salivated at the sight of his cock, thick and hard. 

Just when you sat up to touch him, he grabbed your wrist, pushing them up your head and shooting webs to make sure they didn’t move. 

You never knew you’d be into web-play but here you are, getting wet by being constrained by webs. 

“Please,” you begged in hopes that he’d touch you, or do something, anything. 

“So needy, aren’t you?” He clicks his tongue, his fingers caressing your cunt, collecting your wetness, “so wet already,” he smirked, “wanna be fucked all night, huh?” He asked, continuing working his fingers between your legs, arousal leaking from your cunt. 

His other hand was wrapped up around your neck, fingers tightening enough for you to gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt lightheaded with the whole situation, but you couldn’t have asked for anything better. 

He was so good with his fingers, thumb pads circling your clit while two digits plunged in and out of you, eliciting moans out of you. 

“Shh,” he whispered, his hold around your neck tightening which caused you to open your mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to lean in and spit in your mouth, watching the glob travel down your tongue till you gulped it down, earning a praise out of him, “good girl.” 

He pulled back right when your body started shaking with the orgasm building up in your lower abdomen, his hold on your neck loose to let you breathe some more before he took it to the next level. 

He ran his lips down your neck, sucking harshly as he lined his cock to your eager folds, your expression blissful and your entrance so wet, it made it easy for him to bottom out, “so fucking pretty,” he groaned out. 

His voice strained as he started fucking you into your mattress, his power was evident with how precise and hard his thrusts were. It was a lifetime opportunity for you, and you wished to savour every second of it as you wrapped your legs around his slender waist, pulling him even closer and deeper in your pussy. 

He hit your spot over and over again, “cream my cock like a good girl, baby,” he rasped out, his own orgasm approaching. 

You couldn’t hold back anymore, with his fingers still gripping your neck, the lack of air was evident but it somehow made you feel as if you were floating with unadulterated bliss around you as you finally reached your state of euphoria, coming undone on his cock, exactly when he filled you up with his cum, mixing it with yours as he emptied himself in you. 

You whined when he pulled back, getting dressed after draining you, “you’re leaving?” You asked, frowning. 

“Gotta save the world now, pretty,” he whispered, removing his webs from your wrists before pecking your lips and rushing out of the window. 

Maybe making the poster wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

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You are now reading Part 4 of my series!

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You smile as you wave the flag down, signaling the beginning of tonight’s race. Walking to where Mina was, you sigh and drop the flag unceremoniously. Katsuki wasn’t racing tonight, opting to stay and spectate instead. A grin makes its way onto his face when he notices your figure nearing closer, pulling a chair next to his as he gestures for you to sit there. With a grumble, you move his hands away from his lap and plop straight onto of him. His arms instinctively wrap around your midsection, pulling you close to his chest.

“Someone’s in a bad mood tonight.” You can hear Mina’s snicker as she walks away. “Leave me alone,” you whine, slumping into his hold. The buzz of alcohol makes your mood even more sulky, and there’s nothing more that you want than to close your eyes and fall into a deep slumber, surrounded by Katsuki’s warmth.

No, the two of you weren’t a thing—yet. You and Katsuki had been on multiple dates, each one better than the last, and somehow, he never failed to surprise you. But neither of you had put a label on what you were. Kaminari couldn’t stand it anymore. “You two are the biggest idiots on the planet,” he’d groan, often rolling his eyes at the obvious chemistry that neither of you fully addressed. After enough frustration, he started calling you ‘Dynamite’s girl’.

And honestly, you didn’t mind it. In fact, you kind of loved it. The idea of being his made your heart skip a beat, though you’d never admit it out loud. When Katsuki first heard the nickname, his reaction was classic. A scowl paired with “stupid fuckin dunceface and his crazy names”, but he never bothered correcting it. Instead, anytime he heard it, he’d immediately turn to you with that stupidly handsome lopsided grin of his.

Of course you felt special, knowing that out of everyone, you were the one people associated with Katsuki Bakugo. The same guy who could tear through a racetrack at lightning speed, the guy who bent the crowd to his will, making them chant his name over and over again, like a mantra.

He wasn’t one for big, romantic declarations, but his actions spoke volumes. The way his hand lingered on your back when you stood beside him, the subtle, protective way he’d guide you through crowds, the silent exchanges between you that no one else understood. It was enough for now, even without the label. You knew it would come eventually—when Katsuki was ready to say it out loud.

Mina’s voice cut your train of thoughts, causing you to rub your eyes and look up to find her sauntering over to you, a blonde-haired girl behind her. “Guys, meet the new flag girl!"

New flag girl?

Kirishima piped in. “No offence babe, but don’t we have two already?” He means both you and Mina, but she shrugs, “We’ll do shifts. I’m tired.”

You felt a knot tightening in your stomach as you turned to face the new flag girl. She had curly silver hair tied up in a high ponytail, and her outfit—a snug tank top and shorts—drew attention in all the right ways.

“I’m Emiko, love the eyeliner.” she said with a smile, showcasing a set of straight white teeth. You managed a small wave in response, looking away quickly.

“Yeah, great to meet you,” you replied, forcing a smile while your mind buzzed with questions. Didn’t Mina know how much you loved being part of the action?

“Just think of me as your backup,” the cheery girl said, her grin wide. “Mina mentioned she needed someone to fill in. I can’t wait to help.” She seemed genuinely excited, and you hated that you couldn’t muster up the same enthusiasm.

You turned to Katsuki, hoping for some reassurance, but he was too busy focused on the track, lines creasing his forehead in concentration as the racers completed their eighth lap.

It made you relieved that he wasn’t paying attention to her in the slightest.

“Don’t worry, you’ll still be my main girl!” Mina chirped, nudging you playfully. You forced a laugh, but it felt hollow.

“Sure,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “I just hope she knows what she’s doing.”

Closing your eyes, you intertwined your fingers with Bakugo’s, feeling him squeezing it gently and pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

The clinking of bottles paired with laughter caused you to stir awake. Tears clouded your vision as you yawned. Sitting up, you were aware that you were, surprisingly, still in Katsuki’s lap, his arm around your shoulders, still holding you close.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you looked around, the scent of grilled food and beer filling the air.

“Can you believe Sero actually pulled that off?” Kaminari exclaimed, his voice ringing out over the din. “Thought he was going to crash and burn for sure!”

“Honestly, I was ready to collect my losses,” Kyoka added, leaning back against her chair, her purple hair cascading over her shoulders. “But Sero has a knack for surprising everyone.”

“Never underestimate the man with a plan,” Kirishima chimed in, raising his bottle in salute to Sero, who was soaking in the attention with a smug grin. “Cheers to our winning streak!”

Mina poured another round of drinks, her laughter infectious as she teased Sero about how much he had bet on the race. “I can’t believe you actually put down that much money! What were you thinking?”

“Thinking I’d make bank, obviously!” Sero shot back, raising his bottle. “And look at me now! I’m basically a millionaire!”

Everyone burst out into laughter, but the one that caught your ears was definitely Emiko’s. It was soft and melodical.

As the conversation flowed, you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest as Emiko leaned closer to your Katsuki, her smile wide and tipsy. “So, Katsuki, do you ever get nervous before a race? You always look so confident.” Since when was she on a first name basis with him?

Her words were like gasoline to your spark of jealousy, creating a full blown fire. Emiko leaning closer to your Katsuki, all smiles and admiration—it grated on you. Since when had she gotten so comfortable with him? The way she casually dropped his first name, like they’d been friends for years, made your blood boil.

Katsuki, for his part, was being way too nonchalant about it. “Nah, just focus on the road. You either win or you don’t. Simple as that,” he shrugged, his response as laid-back as ever, but it didn’t seem to matter to Emiko.

She giggled—actually giggled—like he’d just said the most profound thing in the world. “Wow, that’s so cool! I wish I could be that calm,” she gushed, her admiration spilling over. “I get nervous just doing karaoke!”

The group laughed, but it only made the irritation rising in your chest grow stronger. Why was she trying so hard? And why was she being so obvious about it?

“Yeah, well, just gotta have the right mindset,” Katsuki said, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. The same smirk he gave you when he was showing off, when he wanted to impress you. Except now, he was giving it to her.

That was the last straw.

You pushed his hand away from where it rested on your waist, his eyes narrowing in confusion, but you didn’t care. "I’m going to the bathroom," you announced, your voice sharp enough to make everyone pause for a second. Without waiting for a response, you turned and made your way through the crowd, Jirou silently standing up to follow you.

The second you were in the bathroom, you let out a long, exasperated groan. “She’s getting on my nerves.”

Jirou, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, eyed you through the reflection in the mirror. “You’re being too hard on her,” she said, finally breaking her silence. “She’s a sweet kid.”

You turned to her, your face scrunching in disbelief. “A sweet kid? You’re kidding, right?” You pulled out your mascara, trying to focus on touching up your makeup. “So I’m the only one who’s getting a bad rap from her?”

Before Jirou could respond, a knock echoed from the other side of the door.

“Uh, y/n? You in there?”

Turning around, you gave Jirou a pointed look as if to say, ‘are you serious right now?’, to which she shrugged and opened the door. “Yeah, we’re in here… Emiko.”

Emiko stepped in, blowing out a breath and fixing her bangs. “Oh good, I thought for a second you wouldn’t have left Katsuki alone.” She stood beside you, puckering her lips at the mirror and giving herself a once-over.

Who does this bitch thinks she is?

“Excuse me?” you turn to her in disbelief. There was no way she just said that.

Emiko smiled at you, a little too sweetly. “Hm?” she cocked a brow, that clearly wasn’t innocent. You scoffed inwardly, figuring out her intentions within a flash.

“What? Don’t tell me you actually think he’s interested in you. You should’ve seen the way he looks at me. It’s cute, really. Seeing that he gave me all his attention.” She rambles, not knowing how ridiculous she sounded.

Your hands clenched into fists and your mouth parted slightly, about to give her the cussing of the century for vexing you…

“Leave her be, y/n.” Jirou tugs on your hand, holding it behind your back. If there’s one thing she knew about you, it’s that you can hold your own in a fight. And as much as she would love to see you kick ass tonight, she knows that neither of you were in the right mindset.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and walked away.

The loud clang of the bathroom door was enough warning to Jirou that you wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. So, she did what any bestie would do and took off right behind you.

You hastily grabbed your sweater and purse, checking inside to make sure your phone was still there.

Katsuki stood up after he made two attempts to attract your attention with no avail. He jogged over to you, holding your wrist gently. “Oi. ’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. I’m heading home for tonight… I’m tired.” You mumbled the last part, but he still caught on. You tugged your wrist away from his warm hand, immediately regretting it but too prideful to hold it back.

“Kay, I’ll drop ya home.” He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, searching his pockets for the keys to his Bugatti Chiron. You hold your hand up, “It’s fine. Kyoka is called an uber. We’re walking up to the intersection to meet him there in,” you look at your watch “…five minutes.”

“’S late, lemme walk you at least.”  He persists, giving you that boyish grin that makes you weak in the knees. Against your better judgement, you nod, and he secretly does a fist pump.

Upon reaching the gates, you catch sight of Kyoka and Kaminari, hugging tightly. “Ready?” she asks, catching sight of you. “Whenever you are.” You smile as she entangles your hand with hers and leads the way to the intersection, the two guys trailing behind you.

Katsuki and Kaminari walk a few steps behind you and Kyoka, their presence providing an aura of protection and comfort as their eyes scan the street, making sure no creep comes too close. Kyoka has the bright idea to whip out her phone and snap a quick picture of the four of you walking together. She leans over to show you, her eyes gleaming in the dim light.

You chuckle. “Tag me when you post it on your Insta. Looks like we have scary dog privileges.”

“Hey, that’s a good caption!” she beams, typing away.

The Uber pulls up to the curb not long after, and Kyoka turns to Kaminari without hesitation. She grabs his hand and pulls him in for a kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair. It's soft, slow, and so effortless, and for a moment, the world seems to pause around them. Kaminari looks genuinely content, his arms wrapping around her waist as he reciprocates. They look like the perfect couple out of a fairytale, and that makes you happy for your bestfriend.

But… you feel a pang in your chest, glancing away as their moment stretches on. Katsuki watches them too, his eyes flicking to you after a second. He doesn't say anything, but you can see it—he’s waiting, hoping for you to do the same.

Instead of kissing him, you step forward and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. He tenses for a split second before pulling you closer, his hands coming to rest on your back, holding you tight. It's not what he was expecting, and you know it. "Good night, Katsuki," you whisper, the words barely loud enough for him to hear before you step back.

He looks down at you, confused, his brows furrowing slightly. You can tell he's not sure what just happened, but he doesn’t push it. “Message me when you get home,” he says, his voice low and gruff, though there’s a hint of something else there too. You nod, offering a small smile before turning away.

As Kyoka and you slide into the back seat of the Uber, you glance out the window one last time. Katsuki’s still standing there, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his eyes trained on you, even as the car slowly moves away.

Kyoka nudges you, with a smile. “You know you’re driving him nuts, right?”

You let out a soft sigh, leaning your head back against the seat. “Yeah… I know.”

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[luvyeni]

SEX FASHION AND GUITARS — chapter 28. release party !

𐙚 pairings. rockstar!jaemin x stylist!reader

synopsis. l/n y/n fashion major and photographer on the side who says what she wants, na jaemin music major and lead guitar player for underground band DREAM. After yn forgets her to change her account and says something that catches the eye of jaemin she tries to ignore him — expect thanks to chenle she now works for them.

word count. 1877

SMUT WARNING !!

Jaemins social battery had officially burned out; he sat in the booth of the club, nursing his drink; his picture hung up all over the club, watching his friends bask in all the attention they were receiving— half these people they didn’t really know, but when you tell people there’s free alcohol then it’s bound to be crowed.

Jaemin didn’t want to get to know the girls that were coming up to him— a few months ago, their sultry voice’s and little clothing would’ve peaked his interest; however his eyes were glued to only one person, you; but you were too busy dancing with jeno to even notice.

“you look like a loser.” Chenle came over, sitting down. “how you figure?” he scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. “you’re also stupid.” He rolled his eyes. “did you come over to insult me?” chenle shook his head. “im just saying, you’re not even trying, she came here, she looks hot as fuck.” He glared at the boy. “oh calm down, she’s my best friend I can say what I want.”

“anyways she looks good, and you’re sitting here like a loser just watching.” chenle said. “if you don’t take her home tonight, I think you should just give up, let jeno do it.” Chenle smirked watching the boys nose flare up. “seems like he’s close to anyway look.” He could see jeno’s hands low on your hip. “you’re annoying.” He turned to the younger boy. “but im right.”

chenle was scooped up by jisung dragging him away, leaving the boy alone again, still watching you; the more he watched you dance with jeno, the more jealous he became— and the more that damned skirt became see through. “shit.” He grunted, sitting his drink down on the table, standing up; hoping his growing boner isn’t showing — making his way over to you.

“why are you trying to get me killed by jaemin?” jeno questioned. “what makes you say that.” He put his hand on your waist. “you’re looking this good, im not gonna lie— and I know you can feel him staring at you.” He saw right through you. “so why not just go up to him.” You smiled. “because why not?” he shook his head. “you know he really likes you, he just doesn’t know how to verbally tell you.”

“so he’s a coward?” you questioned, he laughed. “yes, but he means well.” jeno said. “besides we both know you’d rather be with him than me, because you keep looking past me and if you continue to do so im gonna kill myself.” He said stepping back, turning around. “just on time, he’s coming over here.” He went to walk away. “have fun.” He smirked walking away.

“you scared him away.” you tilted your head, he knew you were teasing him. “good.” Before you could say something, he grabbed your waist pulling you close to him. “cause I love the guy, but he was pissing me off.” he looked at your skirt. “your skirt is really sheer, anybody could see something if they looked hard enough.” He squeezed your waist, smirking when you bit your lip. “I don’t think anyone is paying attention to me like that.”

Your hands came up to the nape of his neck, he grunted upon feeling you tug at his roots. “please princess, I could see it the moment you walked in here, all the eyes on you.” He said, you chuckled. “you seem jealous.”

“why wouldn’t i?” you could hear his voice deepen. “they’re staring at what’s mine.” His nose was pressed against yours. “what’s yours?” you questioned teasingly. “don’t remember you asking.”

Having enough of this push and pull, he gripped your waist, a small whimper falling from waist, and that’s all he needed. “we’re getting out of here.” He said. “now?” you questioned. “im not fucking you the bathroom of a club.” You felt a tingle below. “we’re going back to mines.”

The damn taxi couldn’t get there faster; saying your goodbye— jaemin not really caring, he was ready to take you back to his apartment. “the taxi is here.” He grabbed your hand— dragging you outside the club, opening the door to the car, letting you get in first; secretly cause he wanted to get a peek at your ass. “fuck, your skirt really is see through.”

You smirked as he got into car after you. “you can’t wear this anymore.” You felt his hand in between your thighs. “ja-jaemin stop.” You whispered. “why, you getting turned on?” it was his turn to smirk, pressing his lips against your temple. “you know this reminds me of the first time we ever left together.” You clenched your thighs together. “dirty girl, thinking about me fucking you again.” You prayed the driver didn’t hear. “don’t worry princess, we’re almost to minds, I can tell you’re getting wet.”

A few minutes later your misery was over; you had pulled up in front of jaemins apartment complex; he paid the driver, helping you out of the car, he stayed close to you so no one was looking at your skirt; that he swore he was gonna burn after tonight— cause after tonight you’d be his.

He didn’t even wait for the elevator door to shut, before his lips was on yours, pushing you against the wall. “j-jaemin , just can’t wait.” He dry laughed. “you’re breathless and panting in my ear, and im the problem.” His hand crept up your top— but the door open. “lets go.”

He pulled you down the hall to his apartment, hurriedly unlocking his door; his cock desperate to be touched as he pushed the door open, pulling you in, pushing up against the door. “fuck I finally got you to myself.”

You both didn’t even bother taking your shoes off, going at it until you got to the room; you got control for a second, pushing him down on the bed, sinking to your knees. “sh-shit princess, you look fucking sexy down there.” He lifted his hips, letting you pull his pants down. “so eager to have my cock in your mouth.” He hissed as he felt the cold air on his length. “you missed it that much?” you kissed his cock, his precum coating your lips, he sighed.

You wrapped your lips around his red mushroom tip sucking. “oh fuck!” he gripped the sheets. “keep going baby, keep sucking my cock.” you slowly went down on him, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat. “fuck, I missed your mouth so much.” You felt his hand tangling up in your hair. “come on princess -fuck- I know you can take it all the way.”

He pushed your head all the way down, your nose pressed against his abdomen; your throat tightening a his cock. “oh shit , keep sucking me baby, im gonna cum.” He grunted. “fuck im gonna cum.” he gripped the shits. “shit im cumming!”

You hummed around his cock, feeling his cum coat the back of your throat with a whimper like moan— pulling off him. “there we go, be a good girl and swallow it.” His cock twitching as he watched you swallow, sticking your tongue out, letting him tap his cock on your tongue. “perfect.”

He pulled you up into a kiss, your poor cunt begging to be touched. “this fucking skirt.” He growled against your lips. “who told you to wear this out?” he pulled the skirt down. “w-wore it for you.” You pouted, he smiled. “yeah?” he threw the fabric across the room, leaving you in your black panties. “wanted to show that pretty ass off for me.” He pushed your legs open, your cunt on display. “look at you, making such a mess.” He pinched your ass. “jaemin, fuck.” You moaned.

He slid your panties to the side. “look at your poor cunt, so wet, begging to be touched.” you sighed feeling his fingers on your slit. “so sensitive, been a while since someone touched this pretty pussy hasn’t it?” you moaned, nodding— even with hanbin, you both hadn’t even had sex, wanting to wait. “good, it’s mine, no one else should be touching it.”

You moaned as he slid his fingers inside. “fuck you sound so pretty.” He huffed, moving his fingers. “gonna stretch you out before i fuck you.” He slowly adding another one, using his thumb to rub your clit. “cum for me princess, make a mess on my fingers.”

You called out his name, letting your orgasm wash over you, legs twitching as he came. “jaemin , shit!” you squeaked as he pulled his fingers out, putting them into mouth before wrapping them around his length, stroking it before slapping it on your clit, slipping inside your warm waiting cunt. “shit, you’re so fucking tight.”

You moaned as cock dragged along your wall; pulling out— a scream involuntarily leaving your lips as he slammed back into you, a curse leaving his mouth; rocking his hips. “shit, I fucking love your pussy.” His hips slapping against yours, the sounds of your dripping cunt and your moans bouncing off the walls as he slammed into your cunt. “fuck keep clenching around me.”

“oh my god.” You gasped as his cock hit a certain spot. “jaemin fuck!” he fucked into that spot over and over. “fuck jaemin im gonna cum soon, please keep going.” He sped up, his hands coming up to your shirt, squeezing your boobs, pushing your knee up, hitting a different spot that made you see stars. “fuck im cumming!” you screamed, legs twitching as you came. “oh fuck let up princess, you’re too tight — gonna cum again.”

He could feel his orgasm approaching, your cunt squeezing his cock like a vice. “sh-shit, shit im cumming.” You felt his cock twitch twice before feeling his cum coat your walls. “oh fuck.” He sighed, holding himself up, looking down at you as you breath. “fuck princess.” He huffed. “you tired me out.”

You rolled your eyes; not liking that he rolled his hip, you whined due to overstimulation. “st-stop it.” You moaned. “m'sorry.” He smirked. “I’ll leave you alone for now princess.” You hissed as he slowly pulled out, watching his cum leak out after him. “so fucking hot.”

After laying there for about 15 minutes in silence, he turned to you, kissing your temple. “mine.” He whispered. “all of you.” He pulled out close. “is mine.”

you flipped your body around, so that your chin was resting on his chest. “I really should make you work for it na jaemin.” You teased. “should make you get on your knees and gravel.” He smirked. “I’ll get on my knees alright, but I won’t be graveling while im down there.” You felt his hand, coming dangerously close to your heat. “no you aren’t touching me down there anymore tonight I am exhausted.”

He sat up. “fine , let’s get you in the shower first, and then get you something to eat because sex and alcohol is quite literally barbaric to go to sleep on.” He helped you up. “look at you being a gentleman for once” he shrugged, kissing your lips, pulling away with a cheeky smile.

“that’s because you changed me.”

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[tangerinesilk]

－ I CAN SEE YOU : TANGERINE X FEM!READER

tangerine is going on a solo mission… well, at least he thinks he is. with lemon missing by his side, he’s left with one other option that is supposed to make his job easier. unfortunately for him, you’re not the easiest to work with. stubborn, strong-minded and feisty. you’re both so alike yet nothing has made your bloods boil more than each other. 

rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)

warnings ✷ (very quick) smut: fem receiving, kisses all over bodies, a needy but quick hj, p in v, dirty talk, praising, implied rough (consensual) sex / others: cursing, drinking alcohol, mention and use of guns and violence, male hurting female (?) but not between main characters, mentions of blood and wounds.

tropes ✷ enemies to lovers!!!, person a is all talk no bite + person b knows that but still pushes them, playful banter, hiding together in small spaces, fake dating (?), if one is hurt– the other goes a bit crazy, says ‘i dont care’ then cares 5 seconds later. 

word count ✷ 6k!

songs that fit the vibe ✷ i can see you - taylor swift | moth to a flame - swedish house mafia + the weeknd | king of my heart - taylor swift | attention - charlie puth | nonsense - sabrina carpenter

a/n ✷ so i made a poll a months ago and this trope + pairing won! i’ve honestly been wanting to write a dave lizewski one as well and got a request idea. so.. we will see lmao. i will probably post then maybe edit later if there's still things i don't like... also, if you couldn't tell but im kind of a swiftie so i will love to write fics inspired by whole ass albums y'all.

but i hope this is what u guys expected and wanted. i actually do love writing for tangerine. just gives into my delulu thoughts. also, if you guys would like a plain pwp fic and not all of this fluff and dialogue stuffed inside, pls let me know bc i am definitely into that idea. 🫡

“You had to go and get yourself shot… then you wonder why you have to wear a bulletproof vest. Fuckin’ hell.” 

Tangerine kept his voice at a hushed tone, basically talking under his breath as he strutted through the grand hall of the hotel. Golden light glossed over his figure, passing by couples who were at standing tables with their cocktails.

“Well, Thomas said-”

“Thomas didn’t say shit. Don’t get me fuckin’ started now.”

Lemon already knew Tan was in a bad mood. Another Thomas the Tank Engine factoid wasn’t a playful move right now.

“Hey, mate. Don’t get all fussy wit’ me. You’re just mad about your new partner for the night.” Lemon rolled his eyes.

“Can’t believe I can’t be held accountable of myself. I can handle it on my own but you had to call the fuckin’ princess-” 

“She’s good. Your denial is obnoxious, bruv. It’s only a night, you get in and get out.” Lemon replied, holding his wounded side as he laid in his bed back in England, “What happened between you two that you’ve got beef like this?”

“No time to explain nor do I have the patience.” He arrived at the small bar to the side of the room, “If I leave her behind, can I take half the pay that’s supposed to be hers?” Tangerine asked.

“She’s supposed to be wearing a red dress. You’ll see her there… and please don’t cause a scene.” His brother begged.

“No promises.” He replied before hanging up. 

Tangerine blows a sigh past his lips, quickly asking for his drink of choice before scanning the mass of people around him. His blue eyes could only search so fast for the man that the hit was called on, causing him an instant frustration when he’s already worried about you ruining things regardless of how long you’re together.

“He’s next to the woman in the tacky gold ballgown… about two feet away from the ice sculpture.” Your soft voice suddenly spoke next to him, “But, I didn’t need to tell you that, right?”

The smirk on your face burned at his nerves and you noticed the clench in his jaw.

“Well, if it isn’t the fuckin’ Queen herself.” He said in a stern tone, “What? Germany was too borin’ for ya? Had to figure out a way to ruin someone’s operation?”

“Lemon is the one who called me in, and it isn’t about you. It’s about the pay out… you’re bound to screw something up with your ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ tactic.” You trailed, rolling your eyes as you turned your head away.

“And I’m certainly not afraid to use that tonight and not your fucked up, painfully long mind games like some fuckin’ psycho thilling killer.” He spat as his drink was place in front of him.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fuck you.”

“Darling, I’m flattered, but we have more important things to do right now.” He lowly groaned, purposefully looking at his target so his back was facing toward you.

Behind his tall stature, you glimpsed past his shoulder and saw your target chatting up a woman. 

He won’t be smiling for long, you thought.

“Alright, I’ll wait for him to slip away, follow him and you go through the kitchen.” Tangerine said under his breath, keeping quiet for only you to hear him.

“To go where?” You ask, walking around him to stand face to face.

“Erm…” He sighed, “Whatever car or vehicle you got here in, drive yourself back to whatever place you’re staying and I’ll figure out how to wire you the money.” He shrugged, downing the rest of his drink.

He took a step but you placed your hand on the center of his chest, “Not so fast. I’m not going down if you make a mess of this.”

“I don’t make messes. Well, actually, I get away with them once I’ve done ‘em so, I don’t need to worry about a liability.” Tangerine smirked, a bit of a tilt to his head. Cheeky bastard.

“The only liability here is the one who is ready to pull the trigger in his back.” You said before huffing, “I’m not sorry for what happened in Paris, but that was my choice. So, I’m going with you because it’s our operation. You know… I don’t need a fucking helping hand either.” You practically growled.

The two of you held a long gaze, creating a tense eye contact before he sighed, “Didn’t even say anythin’ about Paris, but if you’d like to assume I’m still mad ‘bout that, be my guest, princess.”

His shoulder bumped yours, making you clench your jaw before quickly following behind his tall stature. While he seemed persistent, you grabbed his hand which made him stop in his tracks in the middle of the dance floor.

He turned, “Am I your babysitter?”

“No, you’re my date. Hold my hand, you idiot.” Your eyes pierced through his.

As he looked down at your hand, he slowly grasped it, your fingers intertwining with one another’s before he proceeded through the glamorous crowd.

Couples swayed and waltzed between each step you took, assuming you were unnoticed by your target. Tangerine kept his eyes on him, easy to with the frosty-white full head of hair he had slicked back. The woman in the tacky dress ran her hand down his shoulder, pressing her lips to his ear to whisper something which made you and Tangerine veer to the side at a standing table.

“Are they movin’?” He asked, facing his back toward them.

Your eyes smoothly shift, taking a quick glance at the assumed couple. You ran your hand down Tangerine’s arm, accidentally feeling how toned his bicep was through the thick fabric of his suit jacket. You almost glanced down, wanting to give another squeeze before clearing your throat. A heat rose on your cheeks as you turned your head to face away from him.

“Y-Yeah, near the bathroom. There’s also a backdoor that leads up to the second floor… lots of private rooms for reasons that are obvious.” You said in a hushed tone, moving away from him to the other side of the table.

“Alright, since you wanna tag along, I’ll follow them and you cover the door.” Tangerine suggested once again.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “You do understand what teamwork is, yes?”

He chuckled, “Yes, I go up there, shoot a few rounds, then we make a getaway.”

“Will you just trust me?”

“Your trust means nothing… I need to know you’re not going to fuck anything up. Just like in Paris.”

You smirked, “So you do have that against me.”

“Well, it’s not like it was your best. Leave me with a shot in the arm, Lemon on the ground and you, little miss greed, get away with your cash. If we all did this job for money, we wouldn’t be riskin’ our lives just runnin’ around killin’ or resucin’ people just for someone’s dime. You obviously do though.”

You narrowed your eyes, “You don’t know me…”

“Nor do you know me so…” He huffed, “Let’s just do what we have to do.”

There was tension between you, as if there was more fo a protective instinct than hate toward one another. You couldn't figure out Tangerine’s deal. Why was he so hostile toward you? Yes, what happened in Paris was fucked up, but he wasn’t the type to hold a grudge. He didn’t take shit from anyone, so why were you getting under his skin?

“Shit!” He grunted under his breath, seeing your target disappear into the hall.

The two of you hurry, yet still try to act casual to not raise eyebrows, and exit into the same hallway. As you push open the door, you hear the two talking in the stairwell before another door closes.

“You got your gun on you?” He asked as his hand slid into the back of his pants.

“Of course.” You scoffed, tearing up the slit in your dress. He saw the small pistol strapped to your thigh, making his mouth a bit dry.

He nodded, “Good…” 

Taking a quick breath, Tangerine opened the door. You slipped through and he followed behind, your backs facing one another as you scanned the hallway. It wasn’t narrow but if anyone slipped out of one of the rooms, they were right in your sights.

“I’ll take this one, you take that one.” He whispered, pointing his gun to the opposite door of his.

With your heart in your throat, you slowly crack the door open and don’t see anyone before a body flies from behind and slammed the door open from Tangerine’s side. The woman lied dead on the floor, blood all over his dress, and just as you turned around, a punch slid across your cheek. 

Instinctively, you ducked to dodge the second jab and swoop under to get on the other side of the man as Tangerine wrapped his arms around the guy to pull him to the ground.

Tan loudly grunted as he tried to gain control, basically attempting to straddle him in order to push his arm against his neck. Even with all his strength, the man gripped his hands around Tangerine’s arms to throw him off along with trying to push his knee between his crotch.

“Watch the door!” Tan directed to you. 

You nodded, catching your breath with your back against the wall by the door. The adrenaline ran through your veins and heard your heartbeat in your ears as one tear of blood dripped down your cheek. The crack of bones made you turn your head, seeing the man’s body go limp as Tan began to stand over him.

He quickly walked over the man, as if he was in the way, and comes to your side.

“He nicked you bad. Lemme see.” Tan said, your eyes meeting his as he held your cheek. The touch of his hand seemed to be some comfort, his thumb wiping the blood away and trying to see how bad the wound was.

“Bastard.” He muttered, “C’mon, let’s go before someone comes up.”

Without a word in, he grabbed your hand and dragged you behind his lead. You two headed for the exit door down the other side of the hall as you heard footsteps rumble from the other stairs you came up.

“Wait a minute.” Tan said, fiddling with his belt buckle.

Your eyes widen, “What on earth are you doing?”

He smirked, “Relax, darling. You flatter yourself too much.”

You rolled your eyes as the sound of his belt slid against the fabric of his belt loops before curling the leather strap around the door to keep it locked. The two of you fled down the stairs and suddenly found yourselves in the kitchen area. A few eyes followed as you both ran through, very obvious that you were running from something, but still aimed to get to some kind of exit.

With sudden luck, Tangerine saw his car across the street, instantly knowing which way he was supposed to go. Without skipping a beat, he grabbed your hand once more and the two of you ran across the street. Hopping into the passenger seat and Tan taking off was like a blur, just happening in seconds.

“Y/N?” Tan saying your name woke you from your trance.

“Huh?” You asked, shaking your head.

He quickly turned his head, “You alright?” He said with concern, one hand on the steering wheel and his foot easing off the gas.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay. I don’t know what happened back there.” You trailed, a bit embarrassed. You were never one to let your guard down, well– enough to get hit right smack in the face.

“Are you sure?”

You turned your attention to him, “I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You asked rhetorically.

“‘Cause of that big cut on your cheek.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Alright, what’s your big plan now, Einstein? Were just going to sleep in your car and hope we don’t wake up decapitated?”

He half-chuckled, “You truly think so little of me, don’t you?”

“Is that rhetorical?”

Tan rolled his blue eyes, “We’re goin’ somewhere safe.”

– – –

You wanted to believe you were strolling into some kind of trap. The lobby had a classic aesthetic to it, pale gold wallpaper and a wall of keys behind the person at the small front desk. You two placed your go-bags on the red carpeted ground as Tangerine checked into a room.

“Hello Mr. Tangerine.”

Oh, great. He’s some guest of honor here.

“‘Ello, Colin. My usual room.”

“Is that what you say in front of all the girls?” You tilted your head, standing behind him.

He rolled his eyes, “‘Cuse her.”

The man chuckled, crinkles by his eyes, “How many nights are you staying this time?”

This time. You could scoff out loud but you didn’t want to hear the tude from him.

“Just overnight. Nothin’ too serious.”

“Well, enjoy your stay, as always.” The man nodded before Tangerine thanked him.

The two of you head toward the old elevator, watching him quickly press the up button before you stand by his side. You half chuckled, “I’ve never seen you act so kindly toward anyone, tell me, does he see you bring girls through here all the time or-”

“Has anyone ever told you to shut your pie hole?”

“Hmm, not verbally. But, those eyes of your say enough for me… you’re too predictable, sometimes, Tan.”

He gave you a lingering look as the door opened, passing him into the elevator. The two of you make your way to the fifth floor and the hall is eerily quite for a hotel full of private contractors and assassins. You had your hands behind your back then patiently waited for Tangerine to jiggle the key into the lock, opening a door to a huge room with a surprisingly wide view.

“You’d think the curtains were closed.” You muttered as he walked over, closing them anyways.

Suddenly, he stripped from his suit jacket and you couldn’t help but see how tight his button up was around his biceps and chest.

“Did you get that a size too small?” You ask as you chunk your heels into the corner.

“Well, I certainly can’t kill fuckin’ bloaks wearing baggy clothes now.”

“But, you can in a three piece suit?” You cocked your eyebrow.

He licked his lips, “As if your dress is a flexible material.” Tangerine said as he pulled his rings off, placing them on the night stand.

“I can say the same for your pants.”

Tangerine wanted to look down but didn’t give into your comment. You place your bag down on the bed, grabbing your silk pajamas nearly folded on top and changed in the bathroom.

“God, just go to bed. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” You somewhat groaned.

You sit on the top of the bed, unfolding the duvet before shoving it off to get underneath them.

Tangerine paused, “What the fuck do you you’re doin’?”

You furrowed your eyebrow, “This thing called going to sleep. Try it sometime, you’d be less grouchy.”

He rolled his eyes, “I know that, smartass, I mean what’re you doin’ in the bed that I’m goin’ to be sleepin’ in too?”

You rolled over, putting your weight on your elbows, “I know you’re dramatic but this takes the cake for top performances.”

He faked a laugh, “If you don’t get your ass out of that bed in two seconds, I’ll throw you in the tub with a pillow.”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to. Fine, do it.” You said before laying flat into the mattress, staring straight at the ceiling.

He didn’t care for your equal amount of sarcasm, but he just gave you a cocked eyebrow.

“Okay, fine. I’d rather sleep on the floor anyways.” He said, stretching his arms up and behind his head. Your eyes quickly admired his muscles before turning back.

“Be my guest, princess.” You scoffed, slipping on your pajama shorts, “I’ll enjoy my big comfy bed.”

You pulled the heavy duvet over your waist, curling up with the dense pillow beneath your head. 

Tangerine stood there, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched you roll on your side. He tilted his head back before unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it on the desk chair. Although your eyes were closed, his side of the bed sunk in and you tried to hold back your smile at his faded stubbornness.

With your backs facing one another, you two just listened to the silence of the city. It gave you a moment to think of Paris– the last time you were with one another or much rather supposed to be against each other. You were a double agent, not exactly proud of it but you let greed take over your motivated justice. 

Having to scam Lemon and Tangerine wasn’t your finest hour either, you thought about it for months and finally coming face to face with Tangerine (out of the two, he wasn’t the one you would want to bump into again), all the guilt came rushing back like the snap of an elastic band.

– – –

The morning sun runs through the thin silk of the curtains, shining over your bodies in the bed. You wake up to the sound of light snoring, happy that you could sleep through it, and Tangerine in a deep slumber with his arm over the bed. He suddenly looked like innocence, so soft and tender, simply laying there like it was any other day.

You sit up, putting your hair out of your face then head to the bathroom. When you turn the light on, you’re almost surprised to see your reflection. Forgetting about the scar against your cheek, you look more rough around the edges. You sigh as you run your fingers over it, remembering the way Tangerine did last night.

After washing up, you go back out and Tangerine is now standing up and stretching his arms above his head. Your eyes quickly shift up his body, admiring the tattoos in their random places and how the band of his briefs rest on his hips. You sealed your lips from smiling at how sharp his v-line was accompanied by the happy trail disappearing into his pants.

“Sleep good with that stick in your ass?” You retort, passing him.

He rolled his eyes, “...You’re annoying, ya know that?”

“Oh, you’ve made that clear.” You mocked him as you closed the curtains more, “That’s why I love to do it.”

Tangerine flicked on the lamp, giving the room a warm glow.

“Alright, I say we lay low today. Better to be out of sight and–”

You cut him off, “Stuck in this room together?... are you trying to kill me t–”

He then put his hand over your mouth, looking deep into your eyes, “Yes, stuck in this room where we can keep an eye on each other and you can’t screw me over again.”

Your heart stopped for a split second, as if he couldn’t have been more of the controlling one. He took his hand away and you gulped, “Yep. Fine. Fair.”

Tangerine pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before you go to your bag in the chair that’s pushed in the corner of the room. You slightly bend over to look inside your duffle and his icy eyes can’t help but look up the back of your thighs and straight at your ass and lower back. How he could easily put his hands on your hips and make you hold onto something.

He shook his head, feeling like he was coming down with something to even imagine that thought.

You pulled out an old novel and sat yourself back on the bed, hoping that the hours would pass as you sank further into the broken-in mattress.

Tangerine sat down in the chair nudged into the corner, adjacent from your view, and he pulled out his gun that was conveniently tucked into the back of his pants.

“Are you actually holding me hostage?” You furrowed your brows, but didn’t take your eyes from your sentence.

“Whatever fantasy you’d like you believe.” He trailed, opening his gun and emptying his rounds into his palm.

– – –

Suddenly, you leaped out of a deep sleep. Your book laid open on your stomach while an extra pillow was between your legs. Your eyes fluttered open, thinking the past few days has been a dream, until you noticed Tangerine wasn’t sitting in the chair. You quickly looked around before hearing the bathroom door open and he stepped out, shirtless and in new dark slacks that rested on his hips.

Your mouth became dry. How could you dislike him so much yet here you are, ready to jump his bones as he crossed the room.

“What are you getting dressed for?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

He half-chuckled at your groggy voice, “I want a drink.”

“Oh, like you’re not just going to abandon me here like I did you?... Where you go, I go.” You warned him.

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“A bit hypocritical coming from you.”

Tangerine just ignored your smart comment and opened the door, letting you through first before he followed. His eyes, once again, trace your lower back and trailed down your legs. His cheeks flushed pink as he quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he caught up to you so you two were walking side by side.

You pushed the faded down button as you pushed a big breath past your lips. Tangerine put his back against the wall and crossed his arms, his muscles basically restraining in his light button up. As you turned around, you rolled your eyes– but not at him, just at yourself. How could you have any little feeling for someone who also annoyed you to your core?

He took your silence as a bit of a tease. To be fair, you two didn’t really know one another. You met once before and then you simply betrayed him. Quickly, you were dead to him, but now you’re forced to be together and it raised an important question to himself too. Why was he helping someone who obviously can’t be trusted? 

Tangerine furrowed his eyebrows at that thought, knowing he would have thrown you to the wolves last night after you closed your eyes. He played with his watch a bit before the elevator dinged and caught both of your attentions.

After entering, the low-sounding shifting mechanics of the elevator were the only sounds between you two. You heard Tangerine sniffle, seeing him stretch his neck out of the corner of your eye, but you kept a straight view to the doors. While Tangerine thought you were continuing to give him the silent treatment, you were lost in your own thoughts of the past.

You flashbacked to your last night in Paris together, and remembered how the guilt creeped up on you knowing that, in a few hours, you’d have to betray both Lemon and Tangerine. Before knowing them, you didn’t care, but now that you’ve realized how hard you were falling for Tan, it felt like a double edged sword. If you didn’t do it, maybe you could stay with him– have a life together. But, if you went through with your selfish heist, you’d lose the guy who made you comfortable with being vulnerable after a long time. 

Obviously, you regretted your decision.

“Is this what you want?” You simply asked.

Tangerine quickly turned his head, “What?”

You rolled your eyes before facing his direction, “This.” You gestured between the two of you, “The weird animosity and constantly arguing and nit-picking?”

He never thought you’d be so bold to point it out, “I mean, we don’t like each other. Simple, isn’t it?”

“I guess…” You trailed, facing back toward the doors.

Tangerine licked his lips, wondering if he should utter the words on his tongue.

“...But, that doesn’t mean we can’t start over.”

You looked over your shoulder once more before turning around to him, “You mean that?”

He arched his eyebrow, “Should I regret it now?”

Just as the elevator dinged, the doors slowly opened and the hotel lobby appeared empty. You smirked to yourself, “Why don’t we catch up over that drink, huh?” You sort of teased– not sure if it had purpose.

– – –

Your drink tasted smooth, easily trailing down your throat as you leaned your head back to finish off the rest of the liquor in your glass. Once you tilted your head back straight, you were met with Tangerine’s signature eyebrow arch.

“Don’t worry, I’m paying for my own drinks.” You sighed, placing your glass back down on the wooden table top.

“As long as I don’t got to carry you back up to the room.” He sighed, sounding more defeated than witty, then his blue eyes glanced down then back into your eyes.

You hummed, running your finger along the rim of the empty glass. 

“‘right so, what’ve you been doin’ since we last…” He cleared his throat, “saw one other?”

You crossed your leg over the other, “Not much. Actually, it’s the first time I’ve been out for a while. After leaving you guys, I laid low in Tuscany.”

“For how long?”

You shrugged, “Five months? I was on the countryside and I wanted to be alone…” then, you smirked, “I heard that you were in Kyoto.” 

Tangerine could chuckle about it now, “For a bit. Had a job to do for some psychotic, fucked up family. The dad called in us, they were all turin’ on each other. Whole fuckin’ thing…”

“As in…” You trailed, “Against one another? The whole family?”

He just nodded before taking a sip of his drink.

You raised your eyebrows, “Wow… and you got out with no bruises or cuts? Bullet holes?”

Tangerine licked his lips before he presented the side of his neck, lighter skin over his tanner tone to show the scar. You carefully reached out, brushing your fingers against it which made a tingle go up his spine. You sit back down as he turned back in his chair, and he seemed to tense up.

“Amazing you survived it.” You sealed your lips.

He crossed his arms, “I supposed…”

A comfortable silent fell between you, the light, jazz music playing at a low, and Tangerine’s eyes trailed up the side of your bare leg. He didn’t mean to stare this much, but he felt more vulnerable than usual. One thing you knew is that Tangerine was a layered person, you had to take time to get to the center of him and realize he’s not so cold once you get to know him.

“Five months in Tuscany, I bet that was lovely.”

“Not really. I isolated the whole time… I wanted to be by myself, but I felt bad about what happened… what I did in Paris.” You admitted, but didn’t look into his eyes, fearing that he would turn on you in a second.

Tangerine sighed, “You had to do your job, we did ours… that’s ‘bout all that can be said.” 

Assuming from the lack of eye contact and his tone, he seemed hurt too. You could easily let it boost your ego, but, you actually felt a relief. This hatred you’ve held against each other has finally come down and even though it wasn’t actually said, both of you can feel hostility leave the room.

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Remember, we’re starting over. Clean slate. I hope I’m making a good impression so far.” You raised your eyebrows, lifting your glass again just to drink the mixture of watered down liquor. 

He chuckled, “You’re just lovely.”

The comment made your face get hot. You blame the accent and how it can just get under your skin.

“I don’t think you’ve ever called me something so nice.”

Tangerine smirked, “Funny since we’ve just met, darling.”

Darling.

It was the first time you heard it as a term of endearment then pure spite.

You rolled your eyes, but you could humor that Tangerine was going along with it. This new cheeky side of him was something you didn’t think existed– maybe it was the liquor talking, but you hoped it wasn’t just that simple.

“So, what brings you here?” You continued to tease, placing your elbows on the table, “Business… or pleasure?” Your hand laid on top of his, brushing your fingertips along the chunky rings that perfectly fit his fingers.

Multiples thoughts sounded through both your minds.

“Maybe it’s the liquor.” “Maybe we’re a little over our heads.” “Maybe we’re bored.”

But, Tangerine held your hand on top of the table, gently holding it as his thumb grazes over your knuckles.

“Depends…” He trailed, now leaning in too, “What are you here for?”

– – –

In just a few minutes, you two were back in the room you felt trapped in for hours.

Tangerine pressed your back against the wall, a tingle running up your spine from the coolness of the wallpaper. Your lips pressed together over and over, tilting your head before biting his bottom lip. He effortlessly lifted you up with his hand under the back of your thighs, and your ankles meet around his back.

He needed so bad, desperate even… and the feeling was mutual.

He put you down on your feet again, pressing a kiss against your scarred cheek then another on your jaw. His light kisses run down the middle of your breasts as his hand lifted up the end of your skirt. You pushed your hips out as your back was against the wall still, watching him pull down your panties in an instant. You kick them to the side and Tangerine placed your leg over his shoulder, kisses along your inner thigh and your hand ran through the front of his curls.

Suddenly, his tongue ran over your swollen clit before sucking on it. With one hand in his hair, the other caressing your breast and running your thumb over your nipple.

Tangerine panted, moving his hand against your pussy lips. He pushed them apart, showing your tight hole and how you clench around nothing. He lowly groaned, running his fingers over your clit before sliding his two fingers into your pussy. You bite your bottom lip to hold back the moan stuck in your throat, watching him suck your clit and finger you at the same time.

Just as your climax neared, he felt your cunt tighten around his fingers. He couldn’t end it like this so, he took them away. You let your leg down, watching him come back up and tower over you.

“If I’m goin’ to make you cum…” He sighed, “I’m gonna be deep inside you when you fucking crumble.” He said so low before pressing his fingers against your tongue, and you tasted yourself.

You pulled his hand back, running your thumbs over his tattooed hand.

“Not if I make you cum first.” You trailed, moving his hand down so you could kiss him.

He could drop to his knees in an instant, but Tangerine surprisingly kept his composure. 

You smirked as you pushed him toward the bed, the back of his knees hitting it to make him sit down. As you stood in front of him, he leaned on his elbows as he watched your dress drop to the floor. It pooled at your ankles and when his eyes shifted back up, so glossed over, your bare body was the center of his attention.

“Hmm, I don’t think you’ll last.” You taunted.

As much as he could snap back, you straddled him and pulled apart his tightly buttoned shirt. Your hands ran over his toned and tatted chest before reaching down to his pants, unzipping the fly and he shuffled a bit to shift them off his hips. His cock was hard, restrained from his boxers and you felt flattered.

You giggled, leaning forward to share a slow kiss with him. Your bare pussy rubbed against his cock as you moved closer to him. A low groan mumbled between your makeout, and you pushed him back so you two both fell on the bed.

Your hands pressed into each side of the mattress, gaining strength to help yourself grind against his hard. His big hands tightly held your hips as you continued your smooth momentum, whimpering at your clit being rubbed by your harsh grind.

As heat rose in the room, your right hand dipped between the two of you, and ran over his hard cock once more. Tan’s lips now desperately met your jaw before taking a light bite at your neck. The feeling of your hand caressing through his boxers could make him release right there.

Becoming more impatient, you finally pushed your hand into the band of his boxers and he once more moved his hips to shift out of them. 

“Fuck, your cock is so big… can barely hold it with my hand. God, I want you to stretch me out…” You moaned, “Is that okay?”

You purposefully let him believe that he was in charge, and you were falling into the submissive role. Tangerine gained a bit of confidence from your desperate comments, and he sat more up on the bed.

“Fucking christ…” Is all he could say.

He moved the swollen and red tip against your wet slit, also aching and needing your walls to wrap around him now. At first there was pressure, pushing the tip inside your hole then slowly guiding your hips down to completely take in every inch of his cock. 

Once he bottomed out, your body lightly shook as your lips brushed against his. He was fully inside you, the tight and warm feeling making him wither beneath you.

Tangerine moved his hand, kissing your shoulder, “God, you feel like fuckin’ heaven.”

“Don’t stop. Please…” You huffed.

– – –

Then, it was morning. 

The rising sun peaked through the small split of the curtains. As you tried to shift, your body ached throughout every muscle. A small groan left your lips, but you were pulled back by a strong arm wrapped around your waist.

It snapped you back into reality. Last night really happened… and you were okay with that.

Tangerine’s tattooed arm unconsciously tightened around you, holding you close still as he still slept behind you. You barely look over your shoulder and saw his face, his eyes still shut and his curls looked wild.

You faintly smile as you turn around to face him, and that’s what woke him up. He pulled his arms back and rubbed his eyes from the brightness of the sun coming in. You run your finger along a curl on his forehead, pushing it to the top of his head and your heart melted from the sight of those blue eyes.

“Did last night really happen?” You mumbled, but with a faint smile on your lips.

He placed his hand gently on your cheek, caressing his thumb against your jaw. 

“I think the real question is…” He trailed, “Do we stay another night or go back to pretending to not know each other's existences?”

You bit your bottom lip, lightly giggling, “I think we pick secret option three and go somewhere else. Get away for a while… see where this is going. Don’t you?”

Just at that moment, Tangerine’s phone vibrated in his pants that were on the floor next to the bed. He turned over on his other side, reaching down to pull it out and reading a text Lemon just sent.

“Got a call about a job in Budapest. Are you in or overstaying your weekend?”

Tangerine smirked at himself, then felt your lips press against his neck. You placed another kiss on his shoulder, leaving a tender love bite before he turned back around to kiss you. Maybe it was the natural thrill of the chase, but you loved the not knowing. 

Whatever was next, you could only hope that he kept it interesting.

[yaut-jaknowit]

The Moon Will Shine On Us Again

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3512

Warning: slight gore, gun shots, blood, reader is injured.

Summary: There's a knock on your door. No one should be here, let alone at your door and wanting entrance. The mother and her knew born needed to be protected. You weren't going to let them be fed to the wolves. You grab your gun and face whoever is at your door. Deadly force is needed.

Author Note: From high demand. Glad you guys are loving it! Don't worry all! Here's the second part. I might also write a third part as well. Thank you for the support as well! Greatly appreciate it.

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Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here)

This had quickly become a life or death situation. On the outskirts, you didn’t know why you were willing to stick your neck out. Someone wanted the mother, wanted her either dead or alive. They had tracked her through the forest of your property and all the way up your cabin. A place deep in the forest. Not somewhere a person would just stumble across.

In its bony cage, your heart pounded, on the verge of escaping and flopping around on the ground. To steel your nerves, you clenched your teeth together and tip-toed out of the room. The door was closed behind you, to seal away what evidence you could. Anything to give the mother more time to escape… if it came down to that.

What were you doing?! You barely know how to use a gun, let alone the one in your hand! And if those people were able to down a creature of her size and threatening nature, you shuttered. What would they do to you?

Here goes your life. You pushed off of the bedroom door and walked over to the door. Every creaky floorboard you knew in the place was missed in each step. You didn’t want them to know you were coming towards them, just in case; nor let them know someone was inside. Despite your truck parked out front, maybe they’ll believe either the creature killed you or you’re off on the property.

A few steps from the door, on the edge of the living, you stood with your loaded gun. The weapon shaking in your hand.

“Open the door!” a male voice demanded from the outside and pounded on the door. A lump instantly formed in your throat. “We know its in there.” Your eyes widen, breath catching. Everything changed at the man’s words. If they knew… they also knew someone, a person, was inside too, harboring her. You forcefully swallowed the lump and flicked off the safety. Then, you readied yourself for whatever action they take next.

A muffled of exchanged words came from two people. The door groaned and rattled from a powerful strike. You stumbled back, legs hitting a chair in the living room. Another bash against the door.

Unfortunately for you, the wood that made up the door was twice as old as you. It’s seen better days, been through horrid winters and soaking summer. The third hit caused the wood to splinter and give, leaving a mess on your once clean floors. You bristled and aimed the weapon in hand at the first figure you saw through the broken door. “Leave!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, voice, thankfully, not cracking from the force.

Yet, the weapon wasn’t true in its aim. The barrel twitching from the nerves controlling your hands. “Get the fuck off of my property!” You probably weren’t the most scariest thing on the block. Just a lone person who draws for most of their free time, holding a pistol but shaking too much.

Two people stood on your red porch, each holding a rifle of their own. Other weapons that you didn’t pay attention to adorn their body. One was wearing a ski mask of sorts, reasonable for the weather. Said man raised a brow and chuckle, shaking his head. “What are you going do? Shoot us?” he scoffed, brushing off the threat of you pointing a gun at them.

The other figure, dress similar but only had a cloth covering hi nose and below laughed with his partner. Then, they stopped at the same time, becoming stern. Ski mask guy took a step into the house, head scanning around. “Nice place you have here-“ his gaze fell back onto you “-shame if anything happened to it.” You swallowed thickly at the threat.

“Now, let’s stop this boring banter. Where is it? You give it up, you’ll get a fat paycheck to stay quiet, and you won’t get a bullet to the head. Fair deal?” the man with the neck gaiter offered, voice honeyed but uncaring. It felt like it didn’t matter the option, they’ll happily put you down.

Your chest start to hurt from how hard it pounded. Is this where you died? For an unknown creature who is a mother? What has your life become? You shook your head and steeled your grasp on the weapon. “Last warning: get out of my house!” you voice nearly wavered, about to show your true emotions. Though, you could bet a hundred dollars they already knew.

One of them snorted, the other shrugged his shoulders then raised his rifle. Before he had a chance, knowing they would kill you if you didn’t shoot first, you pulled the trigger. Despite being a pistol, you weren’t prepared for any knockback it gave. Your aim definitely wasn’t true.

That didn’t stop you. Both of them ducked down, not expecting you to fire first, but you didn’t stop. Bullets flew violently through the sky, possibly hitting their marks or not. In all honesty, you shot blindly at the two.

Once the ringing in your ears stopped and the trigger just clicked, empty, you dropped your arms. Each man was collapsed on the ground. One had a large pool of blood around him, body lifeless on the stained wood floor. His other partner was shakily breathing, gasping for air.

The pistol was promptly dropped. Your hands covered your mouth as you stumbled away from the murder scene you had created. Sobs raked your fragile body. What had you just done?! Your back met some soft. The couch. You rested heavily against, blankly staring at the two men on the floor. Blood. From bullet hole you caused from shooting them, killing them. You… oh my god.

Tears poured down your face. You couldn’t believe what you had just did to two people. Yeah… they weren’t nice people, they wanted to hurt a mother… whatever she is. They had hurt her already. And they wanted to hurt you, kill you. Silence you about this situation.

Why?

The question of the year: why?

In the haze of you distraught, you held onto what sanity you had left. Your body was shaking worse than leaf in the aftermath. Either from the adrenaline… or something else.

As the powerful chemical waned, you hissed at the pain in your thigh and glanced down. A dark patch stained your pants. Blood. Your legs nearly gave out at the sight. They shot you! “Fuck!” you cursed and clutched onto the couch tighter. Your thoughts were far too wild to comprehend. What do you even do?! You sobbed harder, on the verge of a total breakdown.

Through the fog and craziness of your thoughts that drowned out nearly everything, you heard the tall tale sign of the floorboards. You spun around, ready to face your attacker. But it was just the humanoid creature. She moved softly, not as if she was scared, but mindful of her steps and movements. Or like she knew what she was doing.

All you could do was watch as she, without the green, sticky blob, stepped up to your trembling form. Her piercing, purple gaze scanned over you, from head to toe. From there, she stops on the blood coming from your thigh. The wound hurting worse over time. The mother peered past you and observed the scene behind you.

She must have deemed it safe and turned her gaze on you. As the seconds ticked by, you couldn’t handle the weight on your injured leg. The couch became your crutch. A motion she easily notice.

A hand wrapped around your wrist, easily engulfing the limb, nothing more than her holding a stick. The mother tugged you towards her before dragging you along, back towards the bedroom. Unable to think straight, you aimlessly let her take you back to the room and had you sat down on the bed. The bed, a usual comfort, did nothing to sooth you.

You began to curl up, closing yourself off, legs drawing up to your chest despite the pain. Your hands gripped at your hair and tugged on the strands. “I killed someone… I killed,” you murmured to no one in particular.

“Oh my god!” Your head whipped up and found the mother’s eyes on you. “I killed them! I-I… what have I done!” Then, you tried to get off of the bed and pace. But a sturdy hand held you back down. She grunted and squeezed your shoulder. ‘Stay.’ How could you stay?! You fought against her.

“No! No-no-no-no-no! I killed them. They’re dead. I shot them. Oh my god, oh my god.” The grip tightened but you brushed off the touch mentally. Everything in your body itched to be on your feet, moving, pacing, doing something. You had to do something. You killed people! How could you?!

A short snarl barely caught your attention long enough to shatter your world. “Quiet!” a deep, guttural voice demanded silence. Your lips sealed shut. She just spoke. This humanoid figure that wasn’t from here… spoke.

Pain raged in your leg, the first thing you noticed. You gasped and sat up too quickly. Stars danced along your vision, everything disoriented now. A groan sounded low in your throat as you tried to figure out what was what. Yet, the throbbing in your leg made it hard to think. Why was it… You gazed at your exposed legs and the white bandage snuggly secured on your thigh.

Okay, why are you not wearing pants? Why is there gauze on-you killed two people! You gasped harshly enough to make you start to cough.

A glass of water was passed to you. You mumbled your thanks and sipped from the cup. Wait! Your head snapped to gaze at the green figure standing next to you. She towered over you. More than usual. You were on the bed. You groaned and clutch at your head as all this information was far too overwhelming. That didn’t stop you from downing the water, body dehydrated.

You take a chance to glance up at the mother. In her arm was cradling the little child she had birthed earlier. Its cries have been soothed, possibly sleeping after such a harrowing event for itself today. Honestly, you were shocked she hadn’t slept after birth. From what you’ve heard, it takes a lot out of you. Makes sense when you bring new life into the world.

Nervously, you scratched the back of your neck. “Thanks… for the water,” you spoke your gratitude, knowing she wouldn’t respond. It hit you right then and there. You had no pants on, nothing! Even as it pulled at your aching leg, you snatched a blanket and covered your exposed bits to her. Thankfully, she decided to leave alone your underwear.

Everything started to come back to you in small bits before the puzzle was put back together. The two men killed by you; the bullet hole in your leg, the fact she spoke. She spoke!

The mother dipped her head minutely. “You are welcome,” she said in a low voice with a lot of timbre. It sounded like she struggled to get the words out. A person who didn’t have the vocal cords to speak the language. A short thought of what her language sounded like came mind, but you brushed it off.

Despite already hearing her speak before, your brain short circuited again. It took you a moment to shake off the shock and look the mother in the eye. “Y-you speak?” Instantly, you cringed. That sounded horrible. “Sorry,” was your next word to save your hide from her. All she did was raised the one brow with five gems studded into her skin.

“I do speak. Learning ooman is not a rarity.” The more she spoke, the more you learned her different speech pattern. It was more formal, slow and a little unclear, but like a queen talking with her subjects. Who or what was she?

But ‘ooman’? That didn’t slip past your attention. It dawned you on. Human. Strange way of saying it but you weren’t going to bring that up.

The child in her arms gave a tiny squeak and lightly shivered in her hold. Before you realized what you were doing, you were offering the nearest blanket to the mother. Said cloth had been covering your exposed legs. She looked at the fabric for a moment before taking it. Carefully but skillfully, she wrapped her newborn in the blanket and kept the child cradled close.

While she did that, you used another blanket to cover up your legs. Once the three of you were settled, you stared at one another. For what reason, you couldn’t figure out. But, deep down, you were intrigued, despite all that has happened.

What now? What happens now? You killed two people. What made the guilt inside of you twist like a rusted blade was the idea of how to get rid of the evidence. How to make it look like these men never came here, never came after her? With all the bullet holes and blood probably stain not only your wood floors but the carpet too… what are you going to do?

A might palm captured your shoulder and gave your torso a shake. “I give you gratitude, ooman. You are unlike the rest of your race.” Past experience hung heavy in her words. A chapter that didn’t need to be opened. Not now. Her hand slipped off of your shoulder.

Her words made you think. Race. That solidified the idea she wasn’t human, not at all. “What… are you?” you muttered and bowed your head. You desperately hoped your words wouldn’t offend her in anyway. A chaste chitter that reminded you of a laugh sounded from her. You took that as a good sigh and raised your head.

“I was waiting for that… question.” She paused there and slowly blinked, eyes looking down at you. She was thinking of something in her mind then relaxed slightly. You saw the slight twitch when the move pulled at her own wounds. “I cannot say much but you did protect me and my suckling. You have earned my respect. I am a Yautja. An alien.”

For some reason, your heart swelled at the knowledge of knowing you had her respect. To know that a dangerous looking alien-alien! Oh my god! An alien! You, what… Your jaw dropped but not a sound came from you. This meant, aliens were real. Completely real. And you had just helped one not only give birth but protected them. You covered your mouth and tried to reel in this new information. An earthshattering discovery.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and took a deep, stuttering breath. “W-what’s your name?” She tilts her head, a little to the side, to look down at you with an inspecting eye. Said gaze flickered to the bundle in her arms. Her expression softened at the sight then she looked back at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

“I am called Gawtin.” You hummed thoughtfully and lightly bobbed your head. To be polite, you returned the gesture which she acted indifferently. Not that it bothered you.

Silence engulfed the two of you. Yet, the throbbing in your leg didn’t wane. It burned. You worried at your bottom lip until blood spilt. She huffed, like she could taste the blood in the air… Wait, could she? She was alien. Her physical make-up could be completely different. You just shook your head side to side and rid of those thoughts.

There were more pressing matters at hand.

Your gaze looked back up at the massive… Yautja, Gawtin before you. “What happens now?” It was a necessary question that needed to be answered or some closure. Look at where you were! Two dead people in your cabin in the middle of nowhere with an alien and her baby. There was a bullet hole in your thigh as well, an injured gained from defending not only your property but the mother.

She took a moment to carefully plan her next words. “Endless possibilities. Due to the honor code, I am bound to you until my debt is paid, but I must return to my home world with my child. I must gather all of my armor and weapons stolen from me by your ooman government.”

This was a lot of information that made your brain fuzzy to think of all the possibilities. Honor code? Home world? Retrieving her items? Your government? What does this all mean?!

“You are not safe here. You will come with me. Your ooman government will send more. I cannot allow you to get… injured-“

“What are you saying?” you interrupted her without meaning any harm. All you needed was a dumbed down version.

The Yautja gaze a shortened growl. Your lips tightened against one another. Lesson learned. “You will come with me. I must protect you until the debt is paid,” she stated gruffly, as if it a chore to keep you alive. She had mentioned an honor code, meaning she has to follow rules. Maybe that’s why she hasn’t chosen to just kill you and be on her way.

Your brows furrowed. “Go with you? But why?” you sputtered and tried to turn onto your knees and face her. But the wound on your thigh wouldn’t allow you. Shit. You weren’t in good shape.

Gawtin leaned down to get close to your face, making sure her point finally struck you. “Your society frowns upon murder, does it not? Those two s’yuit-de are dead because of you.” Your face paled at her efficient words.

Prison. Murder. She was completely right. No matter how you spun it. You had killed two people. All the evidence would show you as murderer then sent straight to prison, locked up for life.

Now, you had two choices: prison or Gawtin. Prison was a lifetime of four concrete walls and survival. Gawtin… she was an unknown but couldn’t hurt you. Wouldn’t? She couldn’t due to her ‘honor code’ but what about wouldn’t. If the debt was paid, would she slaughter you where you stood. Was that better than prison?

As you gazed upon the muscular alien who waited for you to speak next, the choice was obvious. Timidly, you nodded your head. Gawtin scoffed. “Glad you agreed willingly. I am not above dragging you though.” Just something freely she stated, as if it was normal.

She stood back up to her full height, reminding you on how big was compared to your smaller form. “Gather what you deem necessary. We need to move,” she spoke and left the bedside to exit through the door. A door she had to lean down to get through.

You listened to her words and slide off of the bed. Pain shot up your leg and almost sent you to your knees but locked a knee helped. Through the aching, you limped around the room and place clothes in a small duffle bag.

At the entrance of the bedroom door, you stopped. Off to the left was your sketchbook and pencil. An item you couldn’t leave behind. It too was placed into the duffle bag. Now, you were prepared for wherever the mother was going to take you. You walked out of the room but paused at the overwhelming smell and sight slapped you right in the face.

It took every ounce and more of your being not to bend over and puke out what was in your stomach. She, Gawtin nonchalantly stepped over the bodies and left through the front door. To save yourself the trouble, you spun on your heel and escaped through the back entrance. Anything not to come close to the… mess you created.

At the front, Gawtin waited with her child still wrapped in the blankets from before. A chill was powering over the forest air as the sun was already falling again. Damn the mountains and winter. Thankfully, a jacket was wrapped around your torso to fend off the chill.

The alien looked down at you, eyes scanning over your body before giving a minute dip of her massive head. “We shall head towards the base. I must gather my supplies back before we find my ship and leave this c’jit planet,” she snarled towards the end. You couldn’t help but feel hurt and a need to defend your planet. But with one look at her stopped you.

All you could do was nod. Even though many questions were stuck to the tip of you tongue, never leaving, never asked. In good time, they’ll be answered. With the way she spoke, like it was complete fact and part of her fate, you weren’t going to argue with that.

One last look down at you, she turned and began the trek. Her strides long, powerful. Every one was nearly three for your own. With the pain in your leg, you didn’t how long you were going to last. This was your choice to live with now.

[lovelynim]

The One That Got Away

Honkai: Star Rail - Sampo x Gepard

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fresh-thomato!!!! I couldn't refuse such a request from my biggest supporter, huehuehue. You are one of the best people I met in this site and I really hope you like this!

It's already june 15th in Brazil, so I don't want to waste a single second before giving you your gift hehehe

Happy birthday, my dear, hope you have lots of good moments and may all yours dreams come true!

Summary: Gepard needs to catch some sly mercenary, but things go completely out of hand.

Word count: 1865 words

Gepard massaged the side of his head with two fingers while he listened to his soldiers’ report about their current mission. He needed to remain calm, focused and, above all that, come up with a proper plan to catch that damned mercenary that has been causing all kinds of trouble to the silvermane guards lately.

“That’s all, sir,” the soldier said out loud before taking a step back to align with the rest of the group’s formation. Gepard nodded, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he took a deep breath.

“Based on the reports, we know the target is somewhere inside the Administrative District. We need to act fast to cover the largest area as fast as possible,” the captain started, looking to his men as he continued to explain the plan he had just come up with, “splitting up seems like the best course of action under these conditions. Let’s divide our group into pairs and start searching.”

“B-but captain, sir,” one of his soldiers interrupted, “we are in 7, someone will end up alone.”

“And that will be me,” Gepard said, with a serious look on his face, “I’m more than enough to deal with some mercenary, so don’t worry about me.”

The rest of his men nodded, paying attention to their captain’s commands as he designated each pair to a different region while taking a different part of the city for himself. With the unit dispatched, Gepard started his patrolling.

Sampo Koski could play the fool as much as he wanted, but Gepard knew what the mercenary was capable of. After all, he wouldn’t have made this far if he didn’t. Truth to be told, the captain couldn’t help but to recognize how… good he was at this.

Crossing both the upper and the underworld, going through all kinds of security measures for his services… Sampo was a real headache. And that was exactly why Gepard felt like he should take the matter into his own hands.

Inspecting one alley after the other, the silvermane guard kept walking towards the edges of the city, already starting to wonder if his men had any more luck than him in finding the criminal.

 Empty… empty… empty… where was he? This whole search was starting to feel more and more like a total waste of time. Were the reports wrong all this time?

But just when Gepard was about to turn around and walk back to the center of the district, a feeling of being watched made the captain stop. As he checked the end of the alley, he could spot someone - with blue-ish hair - peeking their head to look at him.

And just as they were caught, the figure hid itself. Gepard gritted his teeth, clenching his hand into a tight fist as he started running. “Hey, you! Stop right there!” He shouted, getting to that alley as fast as he could.

As he turned around the corner, however, the captain was met with a dead end. An empty dead end, to be more precise.

“What..?” He muttered, walking inside it as he looked around, searching for any clue of where that figure might have gone. They couldn’t have simply vanished out of thin air, could they? He placed his hand on the nearby wall, dragging it along as he walked, trying to find any secret device.

“Looking for someone, captain?” Sampo muttered close to the bottom of Gepard’s ear, his warm breath sending shivers down his neck. The captain widened his eyes, completely caught off guard.

With a swift move, Gepard turned around, trying to slam his clenched hand against the mercenary’s head. Yet, thanks to his previous unawareness of Sampo’s presence, the other man could avoid the strike with ease, quickly pinning Gepard’s hand against the wall where it landed.

“You!” Gepard groaned, about to move his other hand, but freezing in the middle of his action as Sampo thrusted his blade just inches away from his head, probably as a threat, the captain supposed.

“Oh, were you looking for me?” The mercenary grinned gently, standing in front of Gepard while keeping his hand pinned. “I’m flattered, captain, you know how much I love the attention.”

A faint blush spread across the blonde’s face at the comment. It would probably have gone unnoticed if it wasn’t for how close Sampo’s face was to his. “Unhand me this instant, Sampo Koski,” the blonde roared, gritting his teeth as he tried to intimidate the other and free his hand from his grip.

“Easy there,” Sampo insisted, chuckling nervously as he looked over his shoulder, “I just need you to wait… a few minutes before my client is done, you can do that for me, right, captain?”

“You are bold to ask me to cooperate with your schemes.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Sampo continued, checking his back every now and then, waiting for his client’s sign and looking out for any other silvermane guard.

Gepard sighed, taking his eyes up to his restrained wrist, trying to find an opening to turn the tables and arrest the mercenary once for all. Clenching his other hand, the captain waited for the right second to strike, just looking for an opening in the mercenary’s guard…

“This guy is sure taking his tim-”

As Sampo turned his head back to the silvermane guard he captured, he could catch a glimpse of an incoming punch towards his face. In the brief seconds he had to plan his reaction, all the mercenary could do was grab the first thing inside his reach and prepare for the incoming impact. 

With his eyes closed shut and shoulders slightly scrunched up, he tightened his grip around Gepard’s pinned wrist and tried to block, or at least hold down, his other arm. However, he missed and ended up landing his hand against the captain’s side instead of the incoming punch, but at the very moment he touched Gepard’s body, an unexpected sound caught Sampo’s attention.

“GYAH-”

“H-huh?” Sampo opened his eyes, blinked in confusion as he looked back to Gepard, finding the captain with cheeks tainted by a pink tone from embarrassment and a crooked smile on his lips. His hand, that once was inches away from delivering a strong blow, was now tugging at his arm, trying to pry it off his body.

Looking down to his hand at the other man’s side, the mercenary squeezed the spot again, curious about that reaction.

“W-whahat are you- hnng!” Gepard choked on a giggle, trying his best to hold his reactions and push Sampo’s hand away from his body.

“Ohh…” Sampo hummed at his discovery, continuing to massage the captain’s side with enough pressure for him to feel through his thick clothing. Connecting the dots, the mercenary could only smile amused. “Who could think that tickling would protect me from captain Gepard himself?”

“S-shuhut up, you- ahAHa, s-stop this ahahalready!’ The blonde said, throwing his head back as a strangled fit of giggles left his lips, which were already cracking up into a bright, adorable smile. 

“Oh, captain, I’d love to,” Sampo hummed pleased, tickling Gepard’s torso with ease, even through his attempts to block him, “but you didn’t want to collaborate when I asked you before, so it seems I need to make my request more… appealing to you, general, sir ~” 

Gepard’s cheeks were getting redder and redder and laughter was managing to slip out of his mouth like a fountain. It was so… ridiculous! He tried to push the mercenary already, break free from his hold, but each stroke against his sides seemed to make him go weaker and weaker.

“AhaHAhah, enohohough!! S-Sahahampo!” Gepard giggled, unable to hold back the fit of laughter any further when the other man lowered his hand and started pinching his waist, holding it firmly while his thumb rubbed deep ticklish circles in a horrible slow motion.

Amused with the guard’s reaction, Sampo started to lower his guard as well, stopping the constant checking on how his client was doing and focusing all his attention on the giggly captain he had at his hands. “Oh, captain, sir, what a lovely way to use my name,” he teased, moving his hand around as he poked Gepard’s stomach, “it’s so different from the tone you use when you are chasing me ~”

The captain stomped his foot, trying to turn his body away from the devious hand that kept the ticklish onslaught going. Sampo definitely was crossing all the boundaries of their relationship - that shameless bastard… if only Gepard could get his hands on him.

“Y-yohohou will pahAHhay fohohor this!” He roared, but his angry facade crumbled in a matter of seconds, turning into an adorable, harmless smile. 

“Oh, please, I’m not even going that hard on you, captain,” the mercenary said, leaning his face a little closer, nuzzling against Gepard’s cheeks despite the captain’s attempts to avoid him. “You are not even trying to escape anymore… Do you enjoy this kind of attention, sir? ~”

Those words made Gepard’s heart race, beating so fast that it could be heard even through the metal plates on his clothes. He gritted his teeth, turning his face away as it burned bright with embarrassment, not answering the mercenary. Of course, that also didn’t go unnoticed.

“My my, is this one of the secrets you hide behind your armors, captain?” Sampo whispered, hearing the blonde whine as he still refused to answer his questions, revealing an adorable stubbornness.

As Gepard’s laughter continued to flow freely, Sampo insisted on the topic, one question after the other, trying to get that confession from the captain. Still, he was answered with nothing but silence - well, not exactly silence since Gepard couldn’t stop giggling all the time, but - ah, you get it, right?

“Cat got your tongue, captain, sir?” Sampo mused, nuzzling the tip of his nose against Gepard’s trembling jaw line, making the guard try to scrunch up his shoulders to protect himself. “Guess I’ll have to tick-”

“Sampo!” A distant voice called for them - or, perhaps, was finally heard through the captain’s laughter. “I got it, let’s go!”

“What a shame… since timing is not on our side today, captain…” The mercenary said, kissing Gepard’s cheek before pushing himself away, letting the captain fall on his butt. “Until next time, sir.” Sampo said with a clear hint of affection in his voice, bowing as if it was some kind of curtain call.

“A-ah, stop… right there!” Gepard said, getting on his knees as he tried to get back up, “I-I’m not done with y-you!”

His empty threats, however, fell on deaf ears as the mercenary smiled, walking away before disappearing from his sight. With his heart still beating fast and cheeks tainted in red, Gepard stood up, patting his clothes to get rid of the dust and fix them. “That bastard…,” he muttered to himself, looking to the direction Sampo just went, but deciding to not follow it this time, “I guess… I could just say he got away,” he continued, slowly making his way back to the Administrative District while trying to process what in the name of Qlipoth just happened…

[rrenzwrld]

secreto de amor VII

chapter 7! read chapter 6 here

“y/n~i need to talk to you.”

“you always need to talk to me. talk to your other friends.”

“don’t get smart with me. i just wanted to remind you about the business trip i’m going on. i leave next wednesday.” jean worked with a company that providing them with relaxing trips out of the country twice a year because they know how taxing the job can be.

“where you going this time?”

“it’s actually a cruise, going to the bahamas. i’ll be gone for two weeks tho, much longer than last time.”

“two weeks??” that caught your attention. you were used to jean and his trips but you’ve never been left alone for two weeks.

“i figured you don’t need a babysitter because you’re 18 but some people will swing by to check on you.”

“you tell—“

“yes i told mom and dad. they’ll come check on you and if you get scared just stay over there.”

“anything else i need to know?”

“nope, think that’s all. love you!” jean closed the door behind him. although it was only tuesday and he had about a week to prepare, it shouldn’t worry him about leaving you. he knew that you were a good kid, you don’t cause trouble , and you’re practically already independent apart from you living with him. so he didn’t know why he was feeling weird about all of this.

later on that day, you called tia to have your daily conversation and some interesting things were brought up.

“you said he said what now?”

“just reposting tweets n shit and relationships, talkin bout some ‘i’ll take my old bitch over a new bitch any day’” the dude in question was your ex you dated for two years until he cheated. he was your first and last boyfriend and luckily you hadn’t lost your virginity to him or else you’d be going mad even now.

“a weirdo for real. remind me why you follow him again?”

she shrugged. “to be nosy. give us something to talk about.”

“valid.”

“your brother still going on the trip thingy?”

“yeah, why?”

“just asking. don’t he always go around the same time?”

“yeah but i didn’t think you were paying attention. he’s gonna be gone for two weeks this time.”

“two weeks?? oh you’ll be dead before he gets back.”

“don’t say that! i can handle myself fine for two weeks.”

“you don’t even sound like you believe yourself. but look at the bright side,” you rolled your eyes as you already knew what would come next. “connie can come over without any interruptions and he’ll stay and keep you company, and then~” tia started clapping her hands and moaning.

you laughed. “i fucking hate you. i don’t even think about him like that, he 22.”

“so? older dick be the best dick.”

“i’m gonna hang up on you.”

“it’s okay if you wanna hang up on me to call your man.”

“i don’t have a man.”

“sure..”

next wednesday rolled around quicker than you thought and it didn’t seem real to you up until you saw your brother all packed up in suit and tie.

“why you dressed up? i thought you were going on the trip to relax.”

“there’s a meeting right before we board the plane.” you nodded as you watched your brother put on his dress shoes. “are you sure you’ll be okay? you’ll call or text if you need anything right?”

“yes, i’ll be okay. just have fun.”

“i already called everyone to let them know so some one would be there everyday to check on you. and don’t throw any parties or anything while i’m gone.”

“i’ll try not to.” you joked. but he knew you weren’t like that. the most you’d probably do is have tia sleep over or something and just the two of you do stupid shit in the comfort of your own home.

“well,” he started as you helped him load the last of his things in his car. “i love you, i’ll be back in two weeks. i’ll call and text everyday, just don’t die on me.” he laughed while he pulled you into a tight embrace

“i won’t die, promise.”

after the both of you struggled to let go, you bid him a formal farewell as you watched him back out the parking lot, “love you too, be safe!”

after all that, it was weird having the place to yourself but you’d just operate how you would normally do. the only difference was that jean wasn’t present and you had to get used to that. but as he said, over the two weeks, people came to check on you every day.

you had visits from your older stepbrother elliot snd his girlfriend, your mom, your stepdad, and even your biological dad who really just started speaking to you after your mom remarried. but family wasn’t the only people who were there for you. you had visits from sasha who you’d hang out with from time to time, and sleepovers with your friend tia. but one person you really should’ve saw coming was connie. but you didn’t know how you felt just yet.

“y/n~” you heard connie call out to you from your room but he stopped in the doorway when he made it. “your brother told me to—“

“check up on me?”

“yeah, but.. a little more than that.”

“what?”

“he gave me a key, see?” he held it up proudly but you were shocked and maybe a bit upset.

“when did he give you a key? and why?” connie walked into your room and sat at the chair by your desk.

“he wants me to check on you

everyday—“

“people do that already.”

“yeah but he wants me to check on you everyday.. for multiple times a day.”

“so i don’t have a choice.. but to see you everyday?”

“multiple times a day, yes.” he smiles. “but that makes it easier for us to get to know each other.”

“don’t you have things to do? like work or..?”

“yeah but i’ll just come here after.” you rolled your eyes. although jean suspected that connie was trying something with you, he still trusted connie to keep you safe if anything else.

“whatever.” you went back to whatever you were doing.

“right,” connie stood up to walk out the room. “and imma need your number or something.”

“to track me?”

“no, just to keep in contact with you. weirdo.” he laughed. you were the weirdo? you ended up putting your number in his phone and he put his number in yours. “i turned locations on by the way. i’ll be back, bye!” he left before you could even get on him about it.

[glazelilysoup]

zhongli x adeptus!reader

cw: fem!reader, hu tao knows zhongli is rex lapis, very self-indulgent, inspired by me standing on the statue and thinking 'hey that looks kinda cool', not proofread, written while watching markiplier

word count: 472

in liyue, it wasn't as uncommon as one might think to find a statue of rex lapis that seemed a bit... off. if one wasn't paying attention, one might not notice at all. it was a small difference, yet it was one that had huge implications.

on statues of rex lapis in both dihua marsh and mingyun village, there can be a feminine figure found on the deity's side. other notable differences with these statues, is rex lapis' posture. the cube he once held in his right hand now rests in his left. his once occupied right hand now resides on the woman's waist, an extremely important detail for historians.

the widely believed theory among the citizens of liyue was that they were lovers, much to historians' dismay. they were appalled at the sheer lack of reasoning people put to their decisions. when asked why they jumped to such conclusions, one girl had the audacity to giggle, "i just think its a cute idea!" she said. the two akadeymia researchers surveying her practically had their jaws to the floor.

the rather tall man next to her looked just as shocked. "...cute? director-"

hu tao continued, ignoring the looks, "imagine the ever stoic and knowledgeable rex lapis with someone who cares for him. not because he's an archon, but because they truly love him. seems like a story worth telling, no?"

the researchers mumbled to each other, "too bad our essay isn't on baseless tales..." unseen by the students, the tips of zhongli's ears reddened a bit at the funeral parlor director's words. "mr zhongli! you seem to be a knowledgeable and reasonable man. what is your take on the special statues?"

the man coughed, slightly off guard, "well," his long pause caused a slight anxiety to wash through the air, "i, too, think that they were lovers. not for the reasons the director did, mind you, but for... ah, for personal reasons." the researchers gave him a quizzical look, one that made the redness of his ears creep slowly towards his face.

"personal... reasons? i- i shan't press you about the matter since you seem to not want to share. if that's all the two of you have to say, we will take our leave. thank you for the opportunity."

as the researchers left, a woman ran past them, "zhongli! li!" and when reaching the man whom she was calling out to, she casually linked arms with him and waved at hu tao.

"dear, you really needn't be so loud." he continued talking after y/n mumbled a quick 'sorry', "no need to be sorry, y/n. by the way, those akadeymia students were inquiring about you."

she sighed, "the statues? i knew those weren't a good idea, they cause so much debate among humans."

"debate is healthy!" hu tao chimed in.

a/n: slowly developing a theme! + i ♡ hu tao

© glazelilysoup 2023 | do not modify or repost

[katnisspeetaprim]

B.S Standards pt.1

Kim namjoon/Reader

Summary: Ever since moving to Korea to be with Namjoon, the high standards for beauty have been taking a toll on your self esteem...

Warnings: Body image, swearing, over exercising, vomiting, pregnancy

Word Count: 1728 M.list

Before moving to Korea you never had any issues with the way you looked or even your weight. You knew you weren’t the skinniest girl in the world, but you still loved yourself. That was until you moved to Korea and found that most high street stores didn’t even carry your size. This caused you to pretty much have an internal breakdown, having not realised just how strict their beauty and weight standards were before hand.

Namjoon had been amazing, doing his best to make you feel better about the situation. He was silently cursing himself for not having the foresight to warn you about the sizing in stores, not having really had to deal with it himself. He’s always been skinny so it just wasn’t something he needed to worry about.

‘Babe if they don’t have your size then we don’t need to give them business.’ He’d reason with you with you as you stormed out of another store, embarrassed beyond belief.

‘Besides, there are so many online options! Will you stop!?’ Namjoon had to jog to keep up with you, having to grab your arm to force you to a stop.

‘That’s not the point Joon!’ You snapped, taking him by surprise when you ripped your arm from his grasp.

‘It’s humiliating to be told point blank I’m too big to shop somewhere...’ Your voice got softer as you spoke, defeat clear in your tone as the emotions finally caught up to you. Namjoons face softened when he saw just how much this was effecting you. To him, you were beautiful, the most perfect woman, and it was breaking his heart that his own countries standards were making you doubt that. He glanced around and noticed that you had caught a few peoples attention with your outburst. Namjoon took your shoulder and quickly guided you to a more secluded section of the street before speaking.

‘Listen to me.’ He was stern as he grabbed your hands. You refused to meet his gaze, trying hard not to cry.

‘You don’t need these high end fancy clothes to be beautiful. If these places wont even cater to bigger sizes, then they aren’t worth your time.’ He gently tilted your chin up so he could see your face.

‘Should I try to loose weight?’ You mumbled meekly, eyes watering as the question fell from your lips.

‘Hey! I don’t want to hear you speak like that!’ Namjoon snapped, immediately wanting to shut that down. Your eyes widened at his harsh tone.

‘If you want to loose weight, you do it for you! Not some bullshit standard!’ he grasped your arms tightly as he spoke, more tightly than you are sure he meant to. He knew he may have been a little sharp, but it was what you needed to hear.

‘I do want to do it for myself...’ You trailed off, trying to convince yourself more than anything. Namjoon thought over your words for a few moments before sighing, releasing your arms to rub at his face.

‘If that’s what you truly want, then let me help you.’

Over the next few months, you had been working overtime in the gym. You had basically taken over a spare room in yours and Namjoons home and turned it into a home gym, spending more money than you wanted to admit to. You’d bought all different kinds of workout machines, not even really knowing how to use most of them when they arrived, but you quickly managed to figure it all out thanks to helpful YouTube tutorials. It would have been a lot cheaper to just get a gym membership, Namjoon had even offered to introduce you to his gym, but that would mean working out whilst other people, strangers, were present. Whilst you knew that other gym goes most likely wouldn’t pay you any mind, you didn’t want to deal with the anxiety that would come with a public gym.

Namjoon had been supportive of you trying to loose weight. He’d even been helping you just like he said he would, joining you for your workout’s and giving you different sets to work through that worked well for him in the past. He would then always make sure that you were eating properly afterwards too.

You definately noticed the difference, already dropping a whole dress size thanks to your nearly constant exercise over the past few months and not to mention the dieting, but it wasn’t enough for you yet... You needed to fit into those clothes that you couldn’t before.

‘Y/N?’ There was a light knocking on the door to  your gym. Pausing your workout, you turned to see Namjoon pushing through the door.

‘You’re still working out? Have you not stopped since I left earlier?’ Namjoons face scrunched up in concern as he checked the time on his watch. He had to run to his studio earlier to help Yoongi out with a new track. He popped his head into the room before he left so he knew you were working out for a while already. He had been gone for around 2 hours so he had expected you to be finished and showered up by now, but here you still were.

‘I took a short break, but I’m not done yet.’ You were breathing heavily as you spoke, exhaustion winning you over. You cringed as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Your face was beat red and drenched with sweat, not to mention your hair, which was sticking out in all different angles.

Your whole body ached, all you wanted to do was rest and relax. It didn’t help that you were also feeling nauseous all day, but you knew you had to push through it. You took a step towards your weights, when suddenly your head became fuzzy, causing you to loose balance and nearly toppling over.

‘Y/N!’ Namjoon was quick on his feet as he rushed to steady you.

‘This has gone too far. You need to rest.’ He demanded, not willing to take no for an answer. He grasped onto you tightly, almost fully holding you up by your arms.

‘I’ve been feeling so tired and sick the past few days...’ You trailed off, finally giving in to your body. A pained groan slipped from your mouth and you grasped your forehead as a wave of pain shot through.

‘And you’re making yourself worse by pushing so hard.’ He shook his head as he lead you towards the bedroom.

‘I think I’m gonna be sick!’ You suddenly blurted out, pushing away from him roughly and darting to the toilet, just as bile began to build up in your throat. You made it just in time to let out the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

You felt Namjoon come up behind you and start rubbing your back as you continued to throw up.

‘Maybe you should see a doctor Y/N, this isn’t good.’ Namjoon was no longer angry, now he was just worried. Surly over exercising wouldn’t cause you to throw up like this, so something else must be going on.

‘No, no doctor. I’ll be fine.’ You forced out before another wave of vomit came up. Namjoon decided to let it go for now, knowing there was no use arguing with you when you were like this. For now, he would do his best to make sure you were taken care of.

You weren’t fine, in fact over the next few days, the vomiting and fatigue only got worse. After almost a week of this with no signs of stopping, Namjoon suggested that you take a pregnancy test.

‘You can’t be serious Joon!’ You stared at him wide eyed as you sat up in bed.

‘I’m dead serious.’ He stared down at you, face hard and unmoving. ‘When you refused to see a doctor I looked up your symptoms and it makes sense.’ You rolled your eyes as he explained but you said nothing, not wanting to believe that what he was saying could be true.

‘Please just humour me Y/N.’ You looked over to see him pulling a home test out of a pharmacy bag. You stared at the test in disbelief.

‘Joon are you insane!? What if someone saw you buying that?’ You exclaimed.

‘I don’t care about that, just please.’ He pleads with you , holding out the test for you to take. You looked at it for a moment before sighing in defeat. Using the small amount of energy you had left, you forced your way out of bed and snatched the test from his hand.

‘Wait out here.’ You grumbled as you walked into the en suit bathroom. Namjoon just nodded, not wanting to push his luck since he’d finally gotten you to agree.

He took a seat on the edge of the bed and dropped his head into his hands. Neither of you had really talked about having children. It was like a silent agreement between the two of you that focusing on your careers was the most important thing right now. Though Namjoon couldn’t stop the small smile appearing at the thought of having a baby with you.

He hadn’t even noticed you leaving the bathroom until the test was thrust into his line of sight. He jumped back and glanced up at you, unable to read your expression, before looking back down to the test. 2 pink lines stared back at him.

‘I guess you were right.’ You trailed off nervously, not really sure what to think in that moment.

Namjoon stared at the test, mouth agape, before transforming into the biggest grin possible. He was up in a flash and pulling you into the tightest hug, taking you by surprise.

‘Y/N this is amazing news!’ You could tell from his tone of voice that he was over the moon. You had always thought that you wanted kids, but now that you had worked so hard to loose all your weight, you couldn’t help but think about how you were about to put it all back on.

‘Yeah...’ You whispered back, wrapping your arms round his neck. More to comfort yourself, rather than a happy embrace. You couldn’t let him know you were upset. You wouldn’t let your own insecurity ruin his chance at having a happy family...

[littleclover]

Interesting how about 2 months ago ppl on this app were trying to cancel finnster for being bait and being transphobic bc of "bait" even though they previously mentioned they were already on hrt and they previously mentioned they were still a little unsure but they knew they were not cis, all of that has been known for a loooong time, yet ppl still called their whole identity bait... Now that they have come out can everyone please stop trying to egg crack people irl. We all should know by now that it takes a while to understand one's identity ESPECIALLY when you find out ur gender if fluid or flux. I'm flux and very very cis presenting irl (since my gender mostly varies from different shades of femme but also goes into the creature territory like 30% of the time) and I would be very peeved if someone tried to egg crack me (specifically bc ppl still see creatures as invalid) it isn't your business, people do not owe you their gender identity, you do not owe others your gender identity either...

It also goes to show that people just don't pay attention to actual gender identity, all the egg crackers do is cause discord around labels. Labels aren't anything but tools to understand someone, they aren't made to replace actual identity. Finnster has been out about all of their gender identity for a long long time, they just didn't want to label themselves (and from some posts I've seen trying to cancel them, this was one of the biggest problems people had with them) you don't need to say "hello world, I am genderfluid" in those exact words to identify as genderfluid. It's just weird how people literally went "they said they aren't cis, but they didn't say specifically what their label is so I'm going to disregard them explicitly coming out as not cis and call them cis", because how can you use that as a way to call them transphobic when that line of reasoning is hella truscum. "They are taking HRT for the bit", you are the reason why people think HRT is easy to access furthering people to want to make it more inaccessible. You can't take HRT without going through a million different hoops. That should have already been enough as a come out already. They have such a big platform it makes sense that they would need time to figure out who they actually are before coming out...

Anyways let's stop egg cracking and label obsessing in 2024

[arianatheangel-girl]

Letting Go

Author’s note: This is for @wanderingelvis, as it was inspired by their innocent!reader stories and the story about E slightly manipulating the reader to drop into littlespace so he can become their caregiver. I can’t wait to see more from you!

Tagging: @mooodyblue @kiankiwi

Warning: this does deal with bodily functions, though nothing too graphic. Don’t like don’t read and all of that.

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You’d been with Elvis for some time now. He took care of your every need, especially when you were feeling a little confused or “fuzzy” as he put it. He’d become your protector, your everything. Even though you were a grown adult woman, you always needed him nearby, just like a father. You only felt truly safe when you were with him, and as a result, you’d become a lot more sensitive (even with as innocent and naive as you already were). You knew you could trust him to take care of you.

But this had caused another problem. You’d started wetting the bed.

You’d mentioned to Elvis that you’d had a bedwetting problem in the past (due to an underdeveloped bladder and other factors) and you had wet the bed until you were almost 10 years old, at which point it had stopped.

You couldn’t figure out what was causing it now. All you knew was, you’d have a nightmare about your past (or just being separated from Elvis), and the next thing you knew, he’d be shaking you awake, holding you as you cried in his arms and felt the familiar warm dampness between your legs. Once you calmed down, he had no problem giving you a bath and changing out the sheets. It was becoming rare that you woke up dry now. You were embarrassed, but you had no clue what else to do.

Then you started having accidents in the daytime too. At first, they were just little ones; when you were feeling floaty or fuzzy, you’d be playing or watching Sesame Street, then start to dribble a little in your panties before quickly realizing you needed to go and rushing to the potty. Elvis never minded this; he just tried to remind you to pay attention to your body and that he had no problems pausing whatever you were doing when you needed to go.

But then they’d gotten worse.

You remembered one particularly mortifying incident. It was one of the few times Elvis took you out of the house to go walk around, and it had gone about as well as one would expect; it didn’t take long for the fans and press to start mobbing you both. You’d gotten scared and clung onto Elvis’s arm, wanting him to take you back up to the house, and that’s when it happened.

You didn’t even feel it at first, but then suddenly people started laughing and pointing at you, and you looked down to see a little yellow puddle forming between your feet as your pee flooded your panties and trickled down your legs. You immediately burst into tears as Elvis roared at the journalists to back off, telling them he’d sue if anybody dared make fun of you for this.

As he carried you back up to the house, mess and all, he’d whispered in your ear “Oh, little, why didn’t you tell me you needed to go potty? I’d have found you a bathroom right away.”

You didn’t even respond, just shoved your thumb into your mouth and started sucking as you cried into his shoulder; you kept crying even as he cleaned you up and gave you a bath.

Unbeknownst to you, Elvis was actually secretly a little thrilled by this; he loved having you depend on him when you were little, and now he felt this was just another way he could keep you under his care.

A few days after the incident, Elvis came home from one of his meetings carrying a large bag in his hand, before sitting down in front of you.

“Little? I think we need to talk.”

You looked up at him, tears starting to form in your eyes. “What did I do?” You asked.

Immediately, Elvis began to comfort you, wiping your tears away.

“Shh, little. Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything. Daddy’s not mad at you. But…well, baby, you’ve been having more and more accidents lately. Now Daddy’s not mad at you for that; I know it ain’t your fault. But Daddy sees how upset you get whenever you wet the bed or when you’ve wet your panties.

So, honey…I think it might be best if we put you back in diapers for a little while.”

Diapers?! You were shocked. “But I’m not a baby!” You protested.

Elvis shook his head.

“No, little, Daddy knows you’re not a baby. But Daddy just thinks this’d be much easier for you. This way, we don’t have to change your clothes or the sheets whenever you have an accident, and you won’t be worried about embarrassing yourself when we go out. And don’t worry; if you do feel the need to go potty, I’ll still let you go to the bathroom normally. But if you don’t, and you do have an accident, Daddy will change you whenever you need it. There’s no shame in needing protection, little. Lots of people do.”

Well...when he put it that way, it did seem reasonable. After all, you didn’t want to embarrass either Elvis or yourself the few times you left the house. And it would be nice to not worry about wetting the bed or having an accident in your pants. So finally, you agreed.

Elvis smiled. “That’s a good girl, little. Now come on, lay down for Daddy.”

You obeyed, sniffling a little as Daddy removed your jeans and your panties. Much to your embarrassment, a little pee had already leaked into them without you knowing. You didn’t seem to be able to feel when you needed to go anymore when you were fuzzy like this.

Elvis then reached into the bag and pulled out a tub of baby wipes, before he gently began to wipe your bottom and crotch clean, making sure there were no traces of an accident there. He then took out a small bottle of baby powder and sprinkled some onto your crotch and rear (“to make sure you didn’t get any rashes”), before pulling a thick, white disposable diaper out of the package.

“Okay, little, can you lift your hips for me?” Elvis asked. Blushing, you obediently lifted your hips as he slid the disposable diaper under you, gently pushing you back down onto the fluffy garment once he did. He then carefully pulled the diaper up between your legs and securely fastened the tapes, tickling your tummy a little once he was done.

“There you go, little. All snug and padded up for Daddy. Now, who wants to watch a movie?”

You giggled. “I do, I do!” Smiling as Daddy lifted you up into his arms as he went to find something for you to watch. You laid your head against his shoulder, feeling more safe and comfortable than ever.

[imagines-by-cleo]

Little Thief

Jetstream Sam x Fem!reader

After all the requests for this it's finally here! I forgot how good of a character Sam was because my man saw a corrupt politician and immediately tried to kill him with a sword, not to be political or anything but we need more people like this. Absolute king behavior. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

CW: SMUT, choking, blood, blowjobs, teasing, fingering, begging, unprotected sex, dirty talk, squirting, overstimulation

Cyborgs of every kind filled the crowded dive bar, amongst the shouting and general merriment bionic limbs clicked and whirred. Every patron a hardened veteran, not that that was anything to even be proud of these days, soldiers were a dime a dozen. Only in the best of them their left hands were just stuffed with experience in combat. That kind of information was something the right buyer would pay a hefty price for, and in your line of work you had become pretty skilled at figuring out who was a skilled fighter and who was simply another body to catch a bullet or blade on behalf of their employer.

It was a routine at this point, find a veteran, get him to buy you a drink, once his guard is down brush his left hand ever so gently and before he knows it you're walking away with literal years of his life including the last few minutes he spent with you. Like taking candy from a baby, any man in these parts would be ready to risk it all even if they knew what you planned on doing, the first woman they see who isn't made of metal or plastic and they go head over heels. Being attractive was hardly a requirement these days, but it certainly didn't hurt, and in your case you had no trouble catching a bionic eye.

However the deep brown eyes you were focused on catching now looked all too natural. The man they belonged to had gear that was more expensive than any grunt in the bar by leagues, and the sword he was carrying worth enough for you to retire with if you found someone to hack the biometric lock. Not to mention that kind of equipment could only come from elite private security with plenty of fighting experience.

Keeping an unwavering gaze on him from across the bar until you finally caught his attention, then keeping it by crossing your leg and teasingly sliding your skirt higher up your leg making him smirk wider with every inch of exposed skin. Briefly breaking eye contact to glace at the empty space in the booth where you were lounging, wordlessly inviting him to come sit. With a spark in his eyes he jumped fron his barstool and swaggered over, wearing the same confidant smile from before.

"What's a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this?" He asked, if you had a nickle for every time you heard that line you wouldn't need to be in this business.

"Looking for a handsome thing like you." A bold reply, but it always got results.

He laughed as the loud music changed to a slower song, causing him to extend his hand to you. "Care to dance?"

Taking the offer and allowing him to pull you onto the floor, you were joined by a few other couples but judging by the way he looked at you it was just the two of you in the entire bar. You had never seen a man so enamored with you, the more he stared the more you were convinced he would make an easy target.

Noticing how much larger than you this stranger was, your eyes went wide when he grabbed you suddenly and firmly by the waist. Making you purr while you threw your arms over his broad shoulders, drowning in the scent of his warm spice cologne. It was nice having a target so attractive for once, but it was getting distracting and making you forget why you were here.

"That's a nice sword." You commented running a finger over the hilt of the blade, finding to your surprise there was no biometric lock. "Do you always carry it with you?"

"Everywhere." He answered, with pride.

"Everywhere?" You asked again, raising your eyebrows.

The stranger confirmed with another sly smile taking your hand away and placing it back on his shoulder. You moved your body closer to his, pressing tighter against his firm chest while swaying in rhythm to the music. The song was about to end, hearing this you stood on your tiptoes and leaned in.

"Why don't we find a place that's a little more private and dance some more." You whispered softly into his ear.

"You don't waste any time. I like that." He purred, letting you lead him to a door at the edge of the bar.

Stepping out into a back alley you tolerated the gritty surrounding of trash and filth for the sake of some privacy. Now you could really get to work. In an instant you pullled him into the shadows, squishing yourself between his broad chest and the nearest wall.

The rough stubble on his face scratched when he kissed you, his breath was sweet and heavy as he greedily grabbed at you. Lost in the heat of the flurry of new sensations coming on so fast you whined, wanting more and making no secret of it while you did your own exploring. The contrast of the cool night air made the heat of his skin irresistibly inviting as you found yourself sliding your fingers under his shirt.

You really should have focused, waited for when his gaurd was down for the chance to take his things and run. Only he was moving so fast, and his touch was so warm. Thinking maybe it would be better to wait, or maybe just not thinking at all, you gave in to your most base desires.

Every part of his body was firm, pure toned muscles that that you would trade for cold cybernetics any day. Wildly touching him wherever you could just to feel how soft he was compared anyone else you knew now. Well, there was one part of him rubbing against you that wasn't so soft anymore, you smiled against his mouth when you reached down for it.

Suddenly his hands shot up to your throat, squeezing tight while pinning you against the wall. His expression changed drastically from one of sultry passion to total rage that smouldered in the low light.

"I didn't think you would be into this." You choked out with a smile, trying to stay calm in hopes of diffusing the situation.

"Who do you work for?" He demanded, a fire in his eyes that wasn't there before.

"What are you talking about?" It was your first instinct to play dumb, maybe you could still get out of this with something to pawn.

"Don't think I didn't notice what you were trying to do, who do you sell your stolen goods to?" His grip tightened, making you cough.

In a desperate final attempt to get away you grabbed the hilt of his sword, kicking him back and unsheathing his blade in the process. The sword was heavy in your hands but that didn't stop you from taking a few swings, though he dodged every attack you eventually had him pinned against the alley wall with no where else to go.

"Amateur move, not putting a lock on your weapon." You teased between heavy breaths, touching the tip of the blade under his chin. "I take it you're not with World Marshal."

He bared his teeth growling, that alone was enough to make you take a step back. The last thing you expected was for him to grab the sharp end of the sword with no fear of cutting himself and pull it away leaving you completely stunned and open to attack. Taking it from your hand he then turned you around quicker than you had a chance to react making you lose your footing and fall on top of a nearby dumpster. Before you could get up he came behind you, pinning you down and holding the sword up to your throat. Trying and failing to wiggle out from under the weight of his body, he finally had you caught.

"I am no amateur." He sneered, grabbing a fistfull of your hair and twisting it. "Now I won't ask again, who do you work for?"

"Private dealers here and there, you want their names?." You groaned, maybe your body was still fired up from the way he touched you earlier, but it was hard to not appreciate the intimacy of this situation.

"You're not World Marshal?" He asked, twisting harder until you could feel the warmth of his bleeding hand dripping onto your neck.

"Hell no, I thought you were World Marshal. They've been taking out all the black market dealers. I can't sell anything with them around." You explained.

He laughed as he released you, stepping back and sheathing his blade. "So even petty criminals can't stand them."

"I guess not." You replied, standing up to fix your hair and smooth out your dress. "What's your problem with them?

"Where to begin? They're as bad as any drug cartel I've encountered, just a tool for corrupt lying politicians. Someone needs to put a stop to what they're doing." He explained, before taking a look at the deep cut on his hand.

At least he wasn't a cop but he wasn't exactly on your side, either way you couldn't ignore the red dripping from his hand prompting you say. "Let me take a look at that."

Really you should have thought about tearing a piece off your favorite dress, but some instinct in you just couldn't let him bleed out. Taking his hand the stranger allowed you to wrap the swatch of fabric over it without question. It was a wonder you didn't get whiplash from how quick the situation was changing with him.

"Are you actually going to try and take down an entire government organization just because they're corrupt?" You asked while you wrapped his hand.

He only smiled, cocky as he was you were convinced that he might actually stand a chance just by being so bold to even think about it. Though you weren't exactly in the business of giving things to people it might be beneficial in the long run to cause the organization some trouble. Besides how could you refuse a face like that?

"If only more people were like you." You couldn't help but laugh out loud as you tied off the makeshift bandage. "If you're dead set on doing this then maybe I can set you up with some people, at least to get that sword upgraded."

"I wasn't expecting you to be so generous." He teased, gesturing toward his bandaged hand.

"Well the enemy of my enemy." You sang, looking him up and down.

Surprisingly the little sparring session wasn't enough to kill the mood, if anything you were more fired up now than before. One glance at the conspicuous bulge in your new friends pants told you that he felt the same way. He noticed the way you were eying him, not that you were being subtle anyway.

"You know, that's not all I can help with..." You purred, placing a light kiss on the tips of his damaged fingers.

"Another one of your dirty tricks?" He questioned with narrowed eyes, cautious but interested.

"Taking on an enemy like that is going to be a lot for one man, wouldn't it be nice to relax and clear your mind a little?" You proposed, already dropping to your knees.

"If you insist." He answered, allowing you run your hands freely up his strong thighs while keeping a wary grip on his sword.

Carefully, like you were unwrapping a precious item you popped the button to his pants and pulled his zipper down slowly, the slower you moved the more he started to stir though you could tell he was trying to hide it. You smiled up at him while you hooked one finger under the waistband of his boxers.

"I never did get your name." You commented.

"You don't seem like the kind that usually asks." The stranger replied, there was bitterness in his voice but you knew how to make him sound sweeter.

"I'm asking now." You purred, playing with the trail of hair starting under his bellybutton before you released him.

"Samuel Rodrigues." He answered proudly.

"Nice to meet you Samuel." You held eye contact while tugging his boxers down.

Running your fingertip up the underside of his length, satisfied at making it twitch and throb under your touch. He groaned impatiently when you touched your tongue to the tip, giving him a few light swirls that only made him more upset.

Deciding to have a little mercy but not too much you stopped teasing to bob your head at a regular pace. He didn't seem like the type to beg anyway, not easily. Maybe next time, you thought, hoping there would be a next time.

You moaned after realizing he wasn't even fully hard yet when he stiffened in your mouth, needing to relax your throat to take in all of him and keep from gagging. He sighed while watching his entire length disappear down your throat with your eyes locked on his.

There was so much determination in those deep brown eyes, he was set on looking indifferent and not making a sound. Maybe because he still considered you enemy, he didn't want to show weakness even keeping a cautious grip on his sword. Working your tongue around him slowly with a goal to break that facade, getting closer to seeing him crack with every languid motion.

Patience waring thin, Samuel threaded his fingers into your hair and urged you to go faster, though you kept at your own teasing pace. Sweat was starting to shine on his skin while his breathing grew heavier. He bucked his hips into your mouth but you asserted your control by pushing him back against the wall earning a deep whine that made you smile victoriously.

"Enough." He growled, tugging your head back by your hair and pulling you up by the arm.

He lifted you effortlessly by the waist, making you gasp after throwing you on top of the dumpster like a toy. The ridged plastic lid dug into your chest and possibly dirtied your dress but you couldn't complain, all you could do was cry out when he pushed your panties to the side and shoved his fingers inside you.

"You don't waste any time." You teased, panting at the rough pace his fingers started at trying to stretch you out.

Only responding with a firm curl of his digits, making you whine out loud. The wet sound they made pumping in and out gave you away, allowing them in easily and showing how much you wanted more.

"You like that, little thief?" He huffed as he teased. "Do you act this way for everyone you try to steal from?"

"Only if they make me feel this good." You answered.

When he removed his fingers you didn't just feel empty when they were gone, your insides clenched in hopes of taking in something bigger. You almost had it too when the tip of his cock grazed over your entrance, dipping in just to stop at a few inches. What must have been payback for earlier he only eased in halfway, holding your hips still so you couldn't grind up against him.

"Don't make me beg." You whined, squirming around trying to take in more.

"Are you going to behave yourself from here on?" He asked tauntingly, gently pushing your hair away from your neck as he leaned in close.

"I'll be so good for you." You purred, shuddering at the feeling of his lips on your neck.

"No more stealing?" He proposed, dawning on you the realization that this was part of a deal.

"Hey, that isn't fair!" You gasped, though you were stopped by the sudden intrusion of another few inches. "But whatever you want, just fuck me."

For all of Sam's high standards of morality, there was a suspiciously devious method to the way he enforced that. It was effective though, you couldn't even be mad at him, you couldn't feel anything other than elated that you were now completely full.

Whether he was teasing or savoring your body you weren't sure, the slow pumping rhythm his hips left you wanting just long enough that your whole body would recoil once you were stuffed again. The embarrassingly helpless sounds coming from your mouth had a blush rising to your cheeks, it was deliciously humiliating to be reduced to a moaning mess while bent over a dumpster like this.

He wasn't being completely quiet either, leaving no secrets about how he was feeling and moaning at the feeling of being half a foot deep inside of you. Wanting to hear more you bucked back against him, meeting him with every thrust and earning louder noises from him.

"Haha, and I thought you were needy before." He jeered, moving his hands down to your ass to give your cheeks a firm squeeze.

Answering with a tight clench of your core as well as hiking your knee onto the dumpster to spread wider, getting the desired reaction of a purr from him. "I'm not the only one."

He grabbed your thigh, pulling out for only a second to flip you around before plunging back in again. This new position had you feeling much more vulnerable, especially with Samuel's hands liberally exploring your body. With the only barrier between your skin and his hands being your dress he pulled the top down, exposing your tits and letting them bounce with every thrust.

In a flash his mouth was on yours, tongue pushing past your lips and tasting every inch until drool was running down your cheeks. Moaning into his mouth at the feeling of being stuffed with his tongue and his cock at the same time, only separating when you couldn't go another second without breathing.

Wanting to do something, anything with your hands you grabbed at his clothes, trying to take his shirt off and get your hands underneath. His muscles flexed when you ran your fingers over them and his breath hitched as you lightly dragged your nails down his pecs. Returning the favor by sliding a hand up your dress, his thumb looked for your sensitive bud and with just one little touch started an orgasm that was rippling through your entire body.

Wrapping shakking your legs around his waist as you felt the wetness bursting out of your core, covering his hands and his cock as you came with a symphony of breathless gasps and whines. If your mind wasn't totally consumed by the skill of his touch you might have felt embarrassed about how much was coming out of you, but given how his movements got firmer with every spurt you could guess that he didn't mind at all.

It was like he knew your body better than you did yourself, rubbing your clit in small circles at the perfect speed to coax one spasm after another out of you. Just when you thought the orgasm would end another mind numbing wave would wash over and you would lose the remaining amount of control you didn't even know you had, making you shout obscenely into the night.

"Samuel. I can't... it's too much." You pathetically whimpered.

"Say my name again bonita." He breathed out, twisting your nipple with his free hand.

"Fuck, Samuel!" You cried out.

Realizing he was also on the brink you put your arms around his shoulders, pulling yourself up so you could whisper in his ear and pant his name over and over. Tugging on his ponytail while he emptied inside of you, pumping you full of more cum with every thrust.

His breath was hot on your neck, and his hands held tightly onto your hips until they nearly bruised the skin. Heat poured into your core and dribbled out slowly, forming a sticky warm puddle beneath you. As he slowed to a stop you eased back in exhaustion, letting his weight rest on you while basking in the feeling of fullness.

Fatigue took your body but unfortunately current surroundings made it impossible to relax, with the clarity to realize just how gross the alleyway was you had to decide where to go now. The feverish kisses Samuel placed all over your body while playing with your exposed breasts made it difficult to get dressed, the first challenge would be finding the will to stop him when his touch felt so good on your sensitive skin.

"You know, you would do really well in this business." You remarked while tracing a line down his chest. "Maybe even better than me."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" He questioned, a hint of distain at the implication.

"Of course it is." You answered, pushing him off to straighten out your clothes and hair while he did the same. "If playing Robin Hood doesn't work out for you we could always partner up."

That made him chuckle a little bit as he put an arm around your waist, purring as he leaned in. "I do like one part of that plan."

A smile curved your lips as they met his one last time, Sam didn't even notice that you had started to unsheathe his sword again until it was halfway out. Taking it away before darting off down the alley you laughed at how easy that ended up being, though it wasn't as funny when he started running after you while shouting curses in Portuguese. There was no chance of outrunning him, and you had no intention to. After all, you did make a promise even if it was in the heat of passion and you would be more than happy to give the sword back to him once you lead him to your house.

Hopefully he would give you something else in return.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

I Did Something Bad 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~2.9k

Summary: Wanda takes out another criminal that’s crossed into her territory.

A/N: I realized that we don’t have many (any) fics about Wanda actually doing something really illegal. Or at least nothing like this 

Warnings: mentions of rape, murder, feigned infidelity and injury 

Wanda wouldn’t admit that she did a bad thing. Despite how tonight had played out, she was satisfied with the outcome given it had been her ultimate goal after all. She didn’t like that her face hurt from where she’d been struck, but she supposed it was a small price to pay for what she was able to accomplish tonight.

“Wanda?”

She was about to find out the true cost of tonight’s outing now that you knew she was back. She takes a moment to remember why she’d gone to all of this trouble to make this happen in the first place. She’d emphasize these points as she answers your many questions.

“Hey, detka.”

Wanda walks into your rooms at the compound to see that you’re sitting on the couch watching something. She had expected you to be asleep by now, but she figures you were just having trouble sleeping. This happened sometimes when she worked late and despite you only telling her about half the time it happened, Wanda knew what signs to look for the next morning.

Closing the door behind her, Wanda heads over to you with a smile as she notices what you’re watching. She leans in to kiss you despite the look on your face as you notice her angry, reddened cheek.

“What happened to you Wands?!”

You look horrified as you examine the injury that looks a lot like a fist print that definitely wasn’t there when your wife left. You frown as Wanda sits down beside you with a sigh before she reaches out to pause one of her favorite shows so she can have your full attention.

“It’s actually a long story.”

Wanda had been planning this hit for nearly four months. When she’d first been considering how to go about it, she hadn’t been directly involved. She’d believed that her involvement would ultimately cause too much suspicion for things to be successful, and with the least amount of collateral bloodshed possible. She’d gone through nearly a dozen scenarios to get this guy alone and then vulnerable enough to kill him. The first 6 seemed too unrealistic, given what Wanda knew about the target. He was egotistical, rude and perverse, but unfortunately, he was plenty paranoid enough to not be considered harmless.

Not to mention this lowlife had raped and murdered 5 women in the past 6 months. The only reason he was on Wanda’s radar was because he’d been stupid enough to come to her territory to seek out his targets. After he’d dared to target one of her own, she decided that her involvement was no longer an option. She had him tailed for a while and she even observed him a couple of times to figure out what he was like.

He went by Zach but the way he said it and offered his name so easily told Wanda that it was just a cover. She hadn’t even bothered to figure out his real name before she decided that he needed to die. Watching him for only an hour had made her get so mad she had to drink a good deal to hide how flushed she was getting listening to his ridiculous pick up lines and sexist comments.

He liked to go after the smart types. The women who were obviously educated, but that he could still feel smarter than. He liked when they tried to outsmart him, and it was easy for Wanda to pick up on the fact that he had a pretty serious kink for someone who challenged him. This discovery was as important as it was disturbing, and she was sure to keep this in mind as she developed her persona.

She’d recently dyed her hair blonde and despite nearly giving you a heart attack, not many people reacted to the change. This is what she wanted because she quickly realized that she wasn’t recognized as readily with this hair. She was known to have red or brown hair, and despite liking those two colors better, her blonde hair had served her well.

She’s eventually ‘wandered’ in to the club one night when Zach was already there and reluctantly walked over to the bar. She ordered a drink and sat down a few stools away from him, but she’d caught his attention immediately. It only took him a few minutes to realize who she was, and despite this, as she’d hoped, he came to talk to her.

“Why Mrs. Maximoff. Why on Earth are you here?”

The ‘persona’ she’d created was less of an actual persona and more of a story she’d created to try and convince Zach that her presence here wasn’t completely out of the blue. She hated to pretend like this, but she also really hated this man and wanted him to die. If she was able to kill him it would make her charade worth it. 

So she sighs quietly before she shoots him a curious look, as if she doesn’t know who he is. He’s dressed like he usually is when he’s on the prowl, and Wanda had to stop herself from gagging at his too strong cologne.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

She holds up her drink that’s diluted so she doesn’t actually get drunk before draining the rest of it. She makes eye contact with the bartender silently requesting another. Once she gets a nod, she turns back to the man who looks unamused and Wanda has to hold back the urge to laugh at him. He’s so insecure it almost makes her feel embarrassed for him.

Zach regards her carefully and she just studiously ignores him while she receives her next drink that she’s already sipping from. There’s enough alcohol in it that she can taste it, but not enough to really do much to her. She needs to keep a clear mind for what comes next. Zach is wondering why she’s here at all, let alone drowning herself in drinks. He’s seen her here a couple of times recently, but he figured that was on business, not for any other reason. However, seeing her here now drinking and scowling at nothing in particular, he can’t help but wonder what else there might be going on in her life.

“You changed your hair.”

It’s not a question, more of an observation so Wanda doesn’t bother responding until she receives a near glare from the brunette who clearly doesn’t like being ignored. She knew this, but then again, she could have guessed it given the fact that he was just another male vying for her attention.

“Astute observation.”

Wanda sets her glass down with a little more force than necessary as she turns to the brunette who’s still staring at her.

“Well, Mrs. Maximoff, it looks like you’re trying to drown yourself in expensive liquor.”

Wanda doesn’t even listen to the last half of his sentence she just shakes her head before glowering at him in annoyance.

“Don’t call me that. I’m barely married anymore.”

She’d decided not to tell you about her plans to murder Zach. They would worry you and quite frankly you wouldn’t like having to hear that your wife was claiming to have relationship troubles. She’d needed to think of something believable, and not too dramatic to tell Zach to lure him in. He probably knew very little about you, which is how she liked it, but this could be a good and a bad thing.

In this case, Wanda believes it could work in her favor because the less Zach knows the easier it will be to sell this story. She hasn’t thought of anything too elaborate, but she’s hoping it will do the trick and fool him. She sees his reaction to her words out of the corner of her eye as she finishes her drink, and she shakes her head with a quiet sigh.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

Wanda’s searching for the bartender when Zach shoots her a small smile. He wasn’t sure what he expected when he came over here to greet the mob boss, but he was pleasantly surprised by what he found. Besides drinking herself sick, maybe she’d be up for some company. He was certain he could be better company than a half dozen drinks. He turns in his seat so he’s facing Wanda and giving her all of his attention.

“Why not? Because it’s not true or you’re still in denial?”

Wanda doesn’t expect him to say this and she glares at him as her hopefully last drink of the night is set in front of her. She grabs it blindly before shaking her head again and focusing on something other than the murderer and his cologne.

“I’m not talking about this with you.”

She focuses on her drink for a bit before as she considers how she’d really feel in a situation like this. The two of you rarely fought. Sure, sometimes you bickered or had disagreements, but you were able to work it out in the end. The idea of either of you doing something that would cause you to split up was too much to think about. She knew that you were it for her, and she’d fight to stay together until you gave her no choice. Imagining your expression and the fictional goodbye you shared before she ended up here makes her tear up a little. She goes to wipe her eyes but the feeling of a hand on her thigh makes her stop short. She turns back to Zach prepared to slap his hand away but the look in his eyes tells her all she needs to know.

She’s got him.

Zach is smiling when he sees Wanda start to cry. She seems upset and he can’t help but want to take advantage of this opportunity. He tries to look sincere as he asks her if he can help, and he watches happily as her anger disappears and her face softens at his words.

“Is there anything I can do to distract you?”

Wanda suppresses the shudder at the feeling of him touching her. She realizes this is just the beginning and she’s going to have to do better than this to distract him long enough. She has to dissociate a bit and pretend like she’s talking to you when she speaks up. Her mind briefly flashes back to a time when you two roleplayed a similar situation and she finally smiles as she imagines you sitting next to her with a beautiful smile.

“There is something you could do for me.”

Wanda is still trying to pretend like she’s dragging you to the bathroom instead of a wanted killer, but as she’s shoved roughly through the men’s bathroom any illusion she has shatters. She gasps as he squeezes her hips uncomfortably before he’s kissing her again. She briefly wishes she’d enlisted someone else for this job, but she is so close already that she can almost taste it.

“God you’re so hot. Your wife’s an idiot.”

Wanda tries to ignore what he says but she groans under her breath at the stupid comment. She lets him slobber on her neck for a bit before she lifts her hands to shove him away. He stumbles and shoots her an angry look that she ignores as she walks over to the counter and jumps up beside the sink. She crosses her legs as she leans against the mirror with a sigh. She feels the paper towel holder on the counter behind her and she smiles at the seething brunette.

“What’s taking you so long. Get over here.”

Despite hating being told what to do, he can’t resist the urge to get his hands on her again. In two steps he’s reaching out to uncross her legs and step in between them with a growl. Wanda hisses as Zach tugs on her hair to pull her head back to meet him for another enthusiastic kiss. Wanda mostly pays attention to where his hands are and she shifts uncomfortably when she feels his hand slip up her inner thigh. She stiffens and reaches down to grab his hand but he pushes it away before pushing her against the mirror.

Wanda’s breath hitches as Zach pushes against her neck and steals her breath. She releases his hand between her legs so she doesn’t fall as she reaches behind her carefully. Zach’s glaring at her and he’s so close that Wanda can feel his breath on her lips.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t want it, slut.”

Wanda grits her teeth as she feels for something behind her with a deep breath. She offers him a smile that he doesn’t see through before she speaks up in a low voice.

“You really have no idea how much.”

Zach doesn’t get a chance to reach any further up her leg before Wanda shoves him away from her. He doesn’t go far, but that’s okay because it gives her enough space to bring the gun that’s in her hand from behind her back. She points it at him and his angry expression quickly turns terrified as he realizes he’s been tricked. Wanda smiles as she takes a deep breath before aiming low.

When she shoots him the first time he doubles over and howls in pain as she jumps off of the counter with a smile. She raises her gun to shoot him again, this time aiming to kill, when the door flies open and she jumps in surprise. She still shoots Zach but she doesn’t get to watch him fall to the ground before she has to focus her attention on the two men who are running at her. She curses under her breath and only manages to shoot one before the other punches her in the face sending her reeling.

She is thrown against one of the stalls and she drops her gun as another hand tightens around her throat. Wanda glares at who she assumes is Zach’s bodyguard before she stomps on his foot and knees him in the crotch. She watches as he falls into the sinks when she kicks him again, and she looks around for her dropped gun.

“After shooting him, I called the police and left.”

You’re staring at your wife with wide eyes as you try to wrap your mind around her convoluted murder plot. You’d heard Wanda talk about the guy to Steve one day when she hadn’t realized you were in the room, so you knew how horrible the man was. That said, you’d never heard details of what Wanda did for work, and hearing that she committed a murder, well three, tonight was a little daunting. If you were a person who was overly concerned with the law, and ethics you supposed, you’d be mad that Wanda had taken matters into her own hands. However, at the moment you were more concerned about your wife, and you reach out for her cheek stopping short of touching her as you examine the bruise.

“Is anyone going to come after you for this?”

Wanda didn’t think that this is the first thing you were going to ask, but she’s pleasantly surprised. She smiles before shaking her head and telling you that Zach worked alone, minus his bodyguards, and if anything she’d have people thanking her for this. She didn’t expect that, and she’d mostly done this because she wanted to, but if asked she’ll say that freeing her territory from a predator was her main motivation.

“No, detka. I can’t imagine that anyone cares he’s gone.”

You think about everything that Wanda’s told you. Her plot, the murder, but most of your focus is on the fact that Wanda had to let this creep touch her. You look to your wife with a frown, but you can’t notice any part of her body that’s marred except her face. You try not to think about how far Wanda had to let him go before she could kill him, but you have to ask or it will drive you crazy.

“Did he...? You let him touch you?”

You can’t say it without scowling, but luckily Wanda’s quick to shake her head. She tells you that besides feeling up her leg he didn’t get a chance to do anything else. You frown at the thought but decide to believe her and you sigh in annoyance.

You think about this for a minute before you turn to the television to turn it off. It’s late and you’d like to go to sleep, but you’re picking up on a gross cologne that you’d like off of your wife before she gets into bed. You decide to not dwell on how close this guy got to your wife, and instead focus on the obvious disgust in Wanda’s voice as she explained it all.

“Good. I’m proud of you, Wands. But let’s get you cleaned up. You stink.”

Wanda rolls her eyes, but smelling her hair she confirms that she smells of booze, sweat, and cologne. She stands up to follow you to the bedroom and she smiles as you grab her hand and pull her through the door with a pointed look.

“Next time though, figure out something that doesn’t involve him slobbering on you.”

With a spectacular eye roll, Wanda just nods before following you to the bathroom. With any hope, she won’t be in a situation like this ever again.

“Whatever you say, Y/n.”

Masterlist

[obanais-koibito]

Kamaboko Squad x Popular GN!Reader Part 1

This is part 1 of a school AU where the reader (Gender Neutral) is one of the most popular teens at high school and the Kamaboko Squad are just regular teenagers.

P.S. I am still attempting to figure out how to use colors and fonts to make the post a little more fancy so I apologize for the inconvenience.

Genya

Many students had crushes on you and Genya was one of them, although he never initiated a conversation with you since he thought you couldn’t like him since you get many confessions on a daily basis.  The bell had just rung so many people were rushing through the crowded hallways to go home. You were heading to the locker rooms to change for (favorite sport) practice but you weren’t paying attention because you were looking at your phone when all of a sudden someone slammed into you which caused you to fall to the ground.

Genya: Oh I’m so…

His words drifted off as soon as he realized exactly who he bumped into. You rubbed your head and let out a slight groan.

Y/n: Hey, it’s okay it was just an accident.

He didn’t know what to do at this point. I mean, the poor boy just bumped into his crush and possibly hurt them, he didn’t know if he should help them up or walk away. 

Y/n: Uh are you okay? You’re just staring at me…did I do something wrong?

He snapped back to reality and realized that he indeed was staring at you, saying nothing. He frantically grabbed you by the arm and helped you up while muttering multiple apologies.

Genya: I’m so so sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you hurt?

Y/n: Oh no I’m not hurt, thank you though.

You started brushing your uniform off before looking back up to Genya who still had his hand on your arm while his face was red all over. 

Y/n: Hey I’ve seen you around before…what did you say your name was?

Genya: I- am u-uhm…i-it’s Genya Shinazugawa…

You gave him a smile which only deepened his blush. Your phone then buzzed and you looked at it and saw a text from one of your friends from practice asking where were you.

Y/n: We'll have to go, I’m late for practice and I need to fit in as much practice before the game tomorrow.

Genya: Oh right, your on the (favorite sport) team right?

You nodded.

Genya: W-well, I was actually going to that game tomorrow so I wish you luck…

Y/n: Aww thank you! I’ll see you then!

With that said, you two went your separate ways with you heading to the locker rooms and Genya rushing to his not so happy brother with blood dripping from his nose.

Tanjiro

Tanjiro just transferred to your school along with Nezuko, another student was showing them around when they bumped into you. 

Random Student: O-oh my gosh! We’re so sorry Y/n! P-please forgive us, we didn’t mean to bump into you!

Y/n: Heh, it’s fine, it was just an accident. Oh, I don’t recognize you two, are you guys new here?

Nezuko: Yea! I’m Nezuko Kamado and this is my onii-chan!

You turned to Tanjiro who was blushing as his eyes met yours, you waited for him to introduce himself but no words came out of his mouth. The situation was getting awkward so Nezuko nudged him 

which made Tanjiro snap back to reality.

Tanjiro: H-huh? Oh I-um am T-tanjiro and y-you are?

Before you had the chance to speak, the student that was showing the Kamado around spoke for you.

Random Student: This is Y/n L/n! The most popular, athletic, and smartest student!

Y/n: Wow, I don’t know about all that but yes I am Y/n. Anyways, I have to get to class, nice to meet y’all!

Nezuko: Bye Y/n!

Tanjiro: B-bye…

Random Student: BYE Y/N!

Nezuko could easily tell something was not right with Tanjiro.

Nezuko: Uhm, onii-chan? Is something wrong?

The student looked at Tanjiro’s abnormally red face and immediately knew what was going on.

Random Student: He fell in love with Y/n, everyone falls in love with them. Not only are they the best student, they are also the most attractive student! I can’t name a single person here who doesn’t have a crush on them.

Tanjiro: W-what? I just met them, how can I be in…love?

Nezuko smirked at Tanjiro, she’s gonna be teasing him for a while…

Zenitsu

It was the first year of high school and there were lots of new faces around. Although the year just started recently, you were gaining a lot of attention and before you knew it, most of the students had fallen for your charming personality, academic excellence, and athleticism. Many of the students tried to gain your attention and affection by initiating conversations with you. You were in history class when the teacher assigned you a partner essay. 

Teacher: Alright class, I am assigning you an essay about the Abolitionist Movement and I will be choosing partners for this assignment.

Students started whispering to others about how they hope to be your partner.

Random student: Oh my gosh I hope I can be with Y/n-

Another Student: No I’m gonna be with them watch…

The teacher started listing off partners which earned some groans from some of the students since they were disappointed that they were not your partner.

Teacher: And the final pairing will be Y/n and Zenitsu, should have 26 minutes left to begin.

Zenitsu: HI Y/N! I’M ZENITSU, YOUR PARTNER! HOW ARE YOU TODAY?

Y/n: Yea, I recognize your bright hair haha, but can you lower your volume a bit?

Zenitsu: Oh I’m so sorry Y/n! But you remember me?! That’s so sweet of you!

The other students were envious of Zenitsu’s luck, a couple of them either scoffed or rolled their eyes before beginning their work.

Y/n: Mhm, but we should start working on the project but since we have limited time, do you wanna come over to my house to work on it?

Zenitsu: Really?! I’d be honored to go to your house Y/n!

The bell rang and everyone started packing their things to head home for the day. Zenitsu skipped next to you with the widest grin imprinted on his face. You led him to your house and unlocked the door and the two of you went inside.

Inosuke

Your class was in P.E and the teacher was choosing the team captains for dodgeball.

Teacher: Alright guys, the team captains are Inosuke and (random student), whoever wins rock, paper, scissors will get first pick.

Inosuke: ALRIGHT WEAKLING, LETS SEE IF YOU ARE ABLE TO BEAT THE LORD INOSUKE HASHBIRA!

Random Student: Oh my god you don’t shut up do you?

The rest of the class watched in amusement as the two bickered until the teacher had enough.

Teacher: For god’s sake, JUST PLAY THE GAME AND CHOOSE YOUR TEAM!

Inosuke: FINE! LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH SO I CAN PICK THE UNDERLINGS I WANT WORKING FOR ME!

Some of the students looked at each other with confusion written all over their faces. You understand Inosukes different ways and even though they were odd, you never treated him differently from the rest. The two started doing best out of 3 and even though Inosuke didn’t entirely understand the game, he still managed to win.

Inosuke: HAHAHAHA! I TOLD YOU CAN’T BEAT THE GREAT LORD INOSUKE! I CHOOSE YOU (Mispronounced name)! 

The student that lost the game glared at Inosuke because they thought it was rude of him to mispronounce your name. You got off the bench and walked towards Inosuke, and then they continued to pick their teammates and before the dodgeball match began, Inosuke gave what he thought was an inspiring speech.

Inosuke: ALRIGHT MY UNDERLINGS, IF WE LOSE THIS MATCH, THEN YOU ARE THE ONES TO BLAME! IF YOU GET OUT THEN YOU ARE USELESS AND DON’T DESERVE TO BE MY UNDERLING, UNDERSTOOD?

Most of the kids rolled their eyes or face palmed before coming towards you.

Another random student: Yea uhm, we are going to listen to Y/n instead since they are really athletic.

The other students nodded or muttered yea’s while Inosuke looked at you and stomped right over.

Inosuke: So you’re the one that everyone bows down to huh? Well then, I am the Lord Inosuke and you are?

Y/n: Uh Y/n…why?

Inosuke: You’re not a lord or god? WHY THE HELL DOES EVERYONE RESPECT YOU SO MUCH?!

Another random student: Because everyone likes them.

Before anyone could say another word, the teacher blew the whistle and the game began.