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spinster-sisters · 3 years ago

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Arrangement. psh

TW: Oral, fingering, corruption, unprotected sex, public sex, reader is kinda selfish but in the oblivious way not the malicious way, seonghwa is seonghwa. Honestly I was going for something kinda specific here and i dont think i succeded, its not bad or anything just not what i was going for but i dont think yall will be able to tell hopefully.

The first thing i write in probably well over 2 weeks and its something that nobody but @deja-vux wanted. what can i say? this idea gave me brain rot.

One last thing, this is kind of a part 2 to the corruption kink blurby thing I wrote for Seonghwa (can be found in my master list) but it’s not a direct continuation or anything and you don’t have to read that to get this.

Your jaw ached in strain as you held your mouth open, trying to keep your throat relaxed. Seonghwa’s grip was tight in your hair as he thrust his dick shallowly past your lips. The position was altogether uncomfortable. Seonghwa laid across the back seat of his vintage car, back propped up against the door with one knee raised. You were knelt between his thighs, bent over in a painful arch trying to keep still in the tight space. But all of that was inconsequential, the breathy groans and crooked smirk of the man in front of you were enough to drown out the pain.

As his hips pushed into your mouth again, dick sliding further down your throat than before, in a desperate attempt to please the man you did your best to swallow around the long length of his cock although tears pricked in your eyes. His grip on your hair tightened and you looked up just in time to see his head thump back against the glass window followed by another low groan and a face screwed up in pleasure, his normally perfectly styled black hair now tousled and falling into his eyes. Deep satisfaction ran through you.

To your surprise, the hand in your hair yanked you back and off him. You whined at the roughness, despite the way it sent shocks down to your core. Seonghwa’s eyes cracked open to peer down at you with a grin.

“You're getting good at this, princess.” He compliments in his velvet voice. His words elated you and a smile crept onto your lips.

“You’ve come so far in so little time, you could barely take me in your mouth without gagging a month ago, now look at you. You should be proud.” Seonghwa continued, running his hand through your hair once before regaining his grip on it. You practically purred. While you looked back on those first few times with Seonghwa fondly, you much preferred his smooth praises to the harsh words and instructions he gave you before. But you were still glad for them, there was no way you would have come this far this quickly if he hadn’t been hard on you.

Seonghwa’s hand was pulling you back down again before you could voice anything, “come on princess, show me how much you’ve learned.”

Back to work you went. He gave you a tad bit more freedom this time around, not making any move to thrust into your mouth, instead, allowing you to show your newfound mastery of dick sucking. But you kept his preferences in mind, he always wanted to draw things out, to take his time with you. So you began by kissing gently along the red tip, then lapping at the precum that spilled from it. The taste was definitely an acquired one, your face had screwed up in disgust the first time I touched your tongue, but now you sought it out as it meant you were doing well.

Taking the tip completely in your mouth, you hummed as you swirled your tongue around it for a moment before popping off and caressing the underside with a flick of the tongue. Seonghwa hummed in approval, nudging your head forward again in gentle encouragement. You took him into your mouth again, this time hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head in a firm rhythm. You kept your tongue pressed into the underside of his dick, running along the most prominent vein. Each time you took more and more of his impressive length into your mouth, moaning in satisfaction as you went.

You couldn’t help the way your legs pressed together as more wetness pooled in your underwear. Your mind flashed with the first time Seonghwa had taken you completely. Your body had shuddered as he eased his cock between your legs and into your cunt. It had been uncomfortable sure, and the sensation had been unfamiliar, but Seonghwa had taken care to prepare you enough before ruining you in that way. Your first time had been exceptional needless to say.

You were drawn back to the present by the low growl rumbling out of Seonghwa’s chest as his dick hit the back of your throat, all of him save for the part you had your hand wrapped around for support was now gracefully sliding past your lips. You ventured another look up to his face. He was watching you intently with fire behind his dark eyes. You looked up at him with wide eyes, barely able to meet his strong gaze. His elbow rested on his bent knee and his head was leaning against his hand. If it weren’t for the low sounds he released from time to time you would never be able to tell what you were up to between his legs from his face.

The sudden desire to break his composure overtook you, to make him feel as desperate as the ache between your legs. So as you removed your hand to take his length all the way down into your throat your hips began rocking back and forth, rutting into nothing as your legs pressed tightly together.

“Keeping going like that, and I’ll cum down your throat.” His voice rumbled.

You doubted that. Another thing you had learned about him was that he was unbelievably composed. The kind of restraint that came from much experience. He wouldn’t cum unless he wanted to, his words were only to encourage you. But regardless you took them with glee. Seonghwa had long since discovered that nothing encouraged you more than the thought of his cum, the very reward for your efforts.

Despite his promise, it was several more minutes before he spilled into your mouth, having finally decided that you had sufficiently proven your knowledge. His head had fallen back against the window and he let out a trail of deep groans as he spilled against your tongue. You swallowed it appreciatively, beaming up at him from between his legs, awaiting the praise for your efforts.

When he looked at you again it was with a crooked smile and a gentle hand stroking your hair.

“Well done princess,” he spoke far too casually for having just cum down your throat. His free hand took your hip between his fingers and hoisted you up to straddle his lap. He adjusted to sit normally in the seat and he took a moment to size you up. His gaze burned as his eyes trailed over your body and your legs tried to squeeze together again as another bout of wetness spilled out of you, but Seonghwa’s hips kept them apart. He noticed the attempt, however.

With a smirk, Seonghwa slid his hand into the waistband of your shorts and into your panties. You sucked in air only to release it with a whine as his cold fingers slipped between your folds, releasing the slick into his palm. He chuckled at you.

“Oh what have I done to you,” he started with mock remorse, a small pout painting his features, “only a true slut could get his wet from sucking dick, I suppose I have truly ruined you,” he finished with a wild smirk. Your hips ground into his palm subconsciously.

“Mmmhmmm” you sighed in agreement, absolutely loving when he spoke to you like that, only Seonghwa’s words could ever affect you like that. If anyone else said them it would sound vile.

“Yours,” you added with a hoarse voice, rocking your hips into his still hand again.

“Mine?” He asked, pretending to be confused, tilling his head to the side as if asking for clarification. Though the next words to leave your lips were no surprise to him, as he had taught you them.

“Your slut.”

It was getting harder to avoid Seonghwa at school. Not because either of your schedules changed, not because he stopped ditching as much as he did. In fact, those things hadn’t happened at all, it just seemed like they had. It seemed like everywhere you went you saw him. Either sauntering his way through the hallways, gathered with his like-minded friends in the courtyard, or even sitting in the far back of the single class you shared flipping his pen between two fingers as he stared absently out the window.

Once upon a time, before you had seen him as anything more than trouble making pretty boy, it had confused you how he had even managed to be in the same advanced literature class as you and it hard infuriated you when you discovered that Park Seonghwa had the audacity to be smart. Your one-track mind had seen it as a waste for him to have even a shred of intelligence behind his starry eyes when it was clear school was the last thing ever on his mind. But at the time you had pushed the thought aside, thinking that as long as you still stood at the top of the class it didn’t matter.

But when you found it most difficult to avoid Park Seonghwa was when he was leaned against the locker of some pretty face showing that crooked half-smirk that you had become so familiar with. And it caused quite a few unnamed emotions to stir in your stomach each time. Each time you shoved those emotions away before they had the chance to manifest. You had no right to feel them. It was your reputation at stake if the student body discovered that you were Park Seonghwa’s latest pass time, not his. In fact, it would probably gain him a feather in his cap from his crowd if they knew. You and Seonghwa had never discussed the exclusivity of your arrangement, you hardly had the clarity of mind to do so at any moment his gaze was focused on you, so you could never be sure if his velvet words had led him between the legs of any of the pretty faces you saw him with. And you didn’t allow yourself to dwell on it, even though very deeply wanted to know. Once again, you pushed the thoughts from your mind, as long as you still to be with him the most, it didn’t matter what those other people did with him.

But as the school slowly emptied at the end of the day, and you were making your way to the student council room once again (trying your hardest to not remember when he had taken you against a table in there as well) you found Seonghwa loitering in the hallway with a girl leaned against his chest inches away from his face.

You came to a dead stop. The gears of your brain are either unable or unwilling to comprehend what you saw. Why this particular time bothered you so much was a question you could not answer, it was not the first time, nor would it be the last. Normally you would simply turn your head and keep walking as though you had seen nothing, and you had almost convinced yourself to do exactly that when the girl noticed your presence.

“Do you need something?” She spat, clearly from the crowd that thought the student council was all prissy know it all’s, and you had to remind yourself that until very recently that is exactly what you were. But you were also stubborn. You composed yourself quickly and kept your eyes on the girl.

“Unless you have somewhere to be, I suggest you move your groping elsewhere. Somewhere off school grounds preferably.” You called in an even tone, thankfully your voice had not betrayed the way your stomach was churning.

“Come on, don’t be such a prude,” the nameless girl countered. Her choice of words temped you to glance at Seonghwa, but you had a feeling he would be looking at you, which you don’t know if you could handle.

“Trust me, the rest of the student body would be just as grossed out as I am, whatever is going on here is not as ‘hot as you think it is,” you added air quotes around the word for good measure. The girl smirked at you.

“I don’t know, I think they would be lucked to see such a sexy couple.” She retorted, her arms curling around Seonghwas middle. At the word “couple” you couldn’t help it, your eyes flashed to Seonghwa. He had the audacity to look amused as if the back and forth was the best entertainment he had seen all week.

You didn’t like that she used that word. You had absolutely no desire to be in a relationship with Seonghwa, quite the opposite, in fact, it would ruin you. But your mind flashed with the one word you heard him use perhaps most often, “mine.” Granted, you had never called him ‘yours,’ but the experiences he gave you seemed somehow cheapened if he was giving everyone else the same ones. You felt spiteful, what was the point in teaching you all those wonderful things if he could get them elsewhere. Those were the thoughts that spurred on your words.

“I’ll let them know when I find one then.” You deadpanned. It took her a moment to realize what you meant, then her mouth hung open. She looked ready to retort before Seonghwa cut her off.

“Why don’t you go home, leave this conversation to the big kids.” He said, looking at her for the first time since the conversation started. Once again, it took her a moment to realize it was her he was talking to, and then she gapped like a fish. Seonghwa had turned his eyes back to you, not bothering to entertain her shock. Finally, with a huff she stormed off, leaving you and Seonghwa alone in the hallway, locked in a stare-off.

“Kinda slow isn’t she? You can do better than that.” You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh I know I can,” he replied without missing a beat, but the less than subtle once over and the knowing smile he gave you only served to tick you off, rather than flatter you.

“Then why waste your time with her?” As soon as the words came out of your mouth you regretted them. They sounded far too much like jealousy for your taste, and based on the look in his eyes; an invitation as well. Seonghwa’s lean body pushed from the wall and took several long strides towards you, till he stood over you. His hand came to rest all too familiarly on your hip.

“Why? Have something better I can do with my time?” He said, not at all trying to hide his suggestive undertone. You scoffed, in an attempt to keep the burn of his stare away from your mind.

“Your disgusting,” you said, though it came out far less convincing than it sounded in your head. You took a step back from the all-to-magnetic boy. If someone came across you two now, you needed as much distance between him and you as possible.

“Are you going to report me? Madam President?” He replied in a moc disappointed tone.

“As if I adding today onto your record would change a thing. We have a filling cabinet for just you and your friends, Seonghwa. I don’t want to overflow it.” You threw back.

“I didn’t know the student council was such fans of my work.” He replied casually without missing a beat. You opened your mouth to retort but he cut you off.

“Come find me tomorrow night if you're still looking to help me waste time, princess,” he began, turning to grab his bag from the floor, “I think you have a council meeting to get from, wouldn’t want to get in your way of upholding the high standards of the school.” As he spoke he began walking away, only to throw a smirk over his shoulder at his last four words. Leaving you alone in the hallway.

You did not find him the next day. You had decided you were upset with him, not because of the girl, you told yourself, but because of the patronizing way he spoke to you. Not that that was different from normal. It just seemed to be the best way to allow yourself to be mad at him without those unwanted feelings worming their way into your brain.

Whether Seonghwa had even noticed your boycott was impossible to tell. He would never come to you, he wanted you to come to him. He never seemed even the slightest bit bothered in the few times you had glanced at him from the corner of your eye. He laughed with his friends without a care in the world and his blank face during class held no emotion besides boredom. You on the other hand, now that was a different story. You had become used to meeting up with him once or even twice a week in various places around town for your “lessons” and you had become “insatiable.” (his word not yours)

Your resolve to be mad at him was cracking as the days went on and was replaced with the need for him. Him and only him. No one else would do.

But in an effort to keep your resolve you threw yourself in the opposite direction, instead, making plans with the Vice President of the student council, a lovely girl named Marie.

Marie was your friend. She chose to use the words “gal pals” from time to time. An airy upbeat girl who rarely let her soft smile fall from her face. And right now, the furthest possible thing from spending time with Park Seonghwa.

So on Wednesday, both you and Marie piled into her silver car and drove off to her house. You both stumbled into her orderly bedroom with a fit of quiet giggles at the expense of several other council members. You shrugged your bag off your shoulders and plopped down onto the plush carpet beside her bed as she did the same.

“Oh my gosh, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever! Outside of council meetings obviously, I mean, I was starting to think you had found a different best friend and I was-“ Marie started rambling almost as soon as she sat down. You couldn’t help the small smile that found your lips. It’s true you had been neglecting her as your friend for the past month or so, instead of spending time with, well, him. But now that sat in her familiar room, seeing the pictures of the events you had planned together scattered on the walls, the sudden realization that you had indeed missed her was shocking.

“Sorry about that, there was some stuff going on at home, that needed my attention. But now I’m back!” You replied, trying to match her seemingly boundless energy. Her face screwed up in worry at your words.

“Oh no! Is everything ok? Do you want to talk about it?” She asked in her characteristic wide eyes. You shook your head.

“It’s not serious I promise. My parents were just redoing the garden and my mother insisted I be home every day to help planting and stuff.” You continued with the lie you had prepared. It was the same thing you had been telling everyone when they asked about your general absence.

She looked content with your answer, smiling and pulling her binder from her bag.

“So, the basketball game this Friday, I know we have the event mostly planned out but I think that we still need to-“ she started again, going right into her work. And you held up a hand to slow her.

“Woah hold on,” you started with a smile, “we have been planning this game for 2 weeks I think we can take a break tonight. You know? Just hang out a little?” You asked. She looked at you surprised.

“Since when have you ever wanted to take a break?” She asked with a curious glance but it broke into a smile, “come on, it’s the first game of the season and the coach asked us specifically to make sure that the whole school showed up and it runs smoothly. Besides if I do a good job I might just beat you out for president next year.” She said the last part with a low voice and a wiggle of the eyebrows.

But that wasn’t the part of her outburst that surprised you. She was right, when have you ever been the one to want to take a break? Surely you have been indulging yourself too much lately. You recovered your momentary lapse.

“Oh you wish,” you replied with a coy smirk that broke you both down into giggles once again.

The rest of your night was flung into a casual discussion with homework and planning galore.

Perhaps there are better places, and there are definitely better times. But since it came down to either the locker room showers or the back of Seonghwa car, at least the showers had more room.

Outside the door, the basketball game was raging on and I likely would be for the next hour. You could hear the school cheering along with the game, and the surprisingly loud squeaks of the player's shoes on the gym floor. Nobody would be coming in here till the game was over, you had until then.

You had been leaning against the sink when Seonghwa walked in. One look at him was all it took for you to be willing to break your streak, it’s hard to be mad at someone when you can’t glance at them without your mind flashing with every dirty thing they have done to you. So the moment he crossed over to you, you flung yourself at him. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck when your lips meet his. You could feel him smirking on your lips, but at the moment you couldn’t care less.

Seonghwa’s hands fell to your hips and to your utter dismay he used his grip to gently push your body away from him. A whine pulled from your lips as you looked up at him with pleading eyes. He looked amused.

“Hold on there princess, what’s the rush?” He asked head tiling to the side with a patronizing look. You huff at his words, tightening your arms around his neck you push yourself flush against him again.

“The rush is that I haven’t had time to see you all week and I’m going insane.” You convey in a tone that clearly says ‘shouldn’t this be obvious?’ Seonghwa’s eyebrow raised accusingly.

“Oh, is that what it was? That you didn’t have time?” He asked, though his tone suggested he knew the answer. You could feel yourself blushing, so he had noticed you had been avoiding him. Honestly, you didn’t think he would.

“Because I’m pretty sure I saw you and miss congeniality meeting up every day after school.” You wish now more than ever that you had more experience in the “relationship” field, even if this wasn’t one because you could not for the life of you decipher Seonghwa’s expression. His face was relaxed, showing no sign of anger or disappointment or any other emotion, but his eyes were staring you down with great intensity. But then again, he always seemed to do that.

“Council stuff.” You mumble in reply, trying with all your might to speak as casually as him. At this, Seonghwa gifted you with an expression you understood. Fake surprise.

“Oh, is that what it was?” He began, looking up at the ceiling as though pondering the idea, before looking back to you with that damned crooked smirk. His grip on your waist suddenly tightened. A moment later he had pushed you back against the sink, caging his arms around you.

“Or is it because you were jealous?” He was grinding madly now.

Jealousy. That was that emotion that you had been shoving down all week. How you had not realized it before was a mystery. But to hear it come from his mouth? It made you see red. Suddenly you were far angrier than you had any right to be. Your gaze hardened quickly and you did your best to put space between your bodies, though it was practically impossible with his arms changing you in and head leaning down into your face.

“Do you want to waste time talking, or are you going to fuck me?” You spat. He processed your words for a fraction of a second longer than necessary before he had the audacity to look amused.

“So you were jealous.” He practically giggles, shaking his head and looking down in amusement. The tips of his fluffy black hair brushed your nose and you almost swatted at it. How dare he? You pressed your hands into his shoulders and pushed against him, trying to move him away from you. He allowed you to move him, but not by much, just enough to give you a little room while you fume at him.

If you had the slightest bit of hindsight at this moment, you would have realized your anger was misplaced. You were angry at yourself for feeling that stupid emotion in the first place. But at present, blaming him seemed easiest. And the fact that your anger only served to amuse him made it feel a bit more justified.

“What’s so funny.” You spat, crossing your arms in front of your chest. He peered at you, and your clearly ticked-off demeanor before chuckling. His hands still gripped the porcelain sink behind you and for a brief moment, his hand flexed against the hard surface, holding some unseen emotion in the action.

“You are, princess. For someone so smart I forgot how absolutely clueless you can be about anyone who isn’t yourself.”

You almost stormed out of the room. And you probably would have if it wasn’t for the placement of his arms. But he continued speaking despite your livid expression.

“I was keeping up appearances.” He said in a flat tone. You could now add confusion into the storm of emotions brewing inside you.

“What does that mean?” You said the words with venom but there was a clear tone of lack of understanding in your voice. He, once again, found this amusing.

“Exactly what it sounds like. How would it look for me, if I suddenly started to ignore every advance made on me? Believe it or not sweetheart but I also have a reputation to uphold. Just the same as you. And since your the one who is so adamant that nobody knows about our ‘meetings’ it’s business as usual.”

Realization washed over you like water to a flame, all the rage dissipating just as quickly as it appeared, and your face softened. And then came the guilt. You just basically blew up on the man for doing exactly what you wanted him to, for doing exactly what you were doing by avoiding him. You had never before considered Seonghwa’s reputation in your musings. Your eyes glazed over a bit as you looked down, letting out a quiet “oh.”

You kept your gaze rooted to your shoes, unwilling to look at Seonghwa for fear of what you would see. You jumped when you felt his touch. One hand came to your waist and a gentle caress and the other took hold of your chin more firmly and tilted your head up to his eyes. And to your surprise, a coy smile lay across his features.

“It’s ok princess, your obliviousness was what drew me to you in the first place anyways. You were so caught up in your own little self-centered world you didn’t even notice how badly I wanted you till I had you pressed against the wall. I don’t think this would be as fun if I didn’t have to teach you a thing or two along the way,”

you blushed again at the memory and he slid his thumb against your lower lip. Your mouth parted automatically to wrap your lips around it, lulled into the submissive trace his silken words always put you in. He chuckled at you. “At least now I know you haven’t been messing around with anyone else. You’ve been too busy sulking over me to even notice if any other guys tried to seduce you.”

You hummed around his finger, slightly comforted by the fact he would have been jealous too. His words suggested that he wanted you to himself as much as you felt the same about him.

His thigh was suddenly pressing into your core and the hand on your waist dragged your hips across it. The skirt you wore did nothing to shield your panty-covered cunt from the rough denim of his jeans and your mouth hung open to mewl at him, his thumb still dangling from your lips. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“You wouldn’t let any other guys touch you, right princess?” He mumbles though he spoke like he already knew the answer.

You garbled put some kind of agreement as quick as you could. With a smirk, Seonghwa hiked up the fabric of your skirt to expose your damp underwear and lifted you ever so slightly by the waist onto the edge of the sink. There was a sliver of pride in his eyes at the way you spread your legs willing for him, presenting yourself as best you could, just as he had taught you. He pushed the fabric covering your pussy to the side and slide a fringed through the slick that gathered there. And you muffled a whine into his neck as your arms flung over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna have to be quick with you today sweetheart, the game is almost over, but wouldn’t want the whole basketball team to come piling in and see you like this would you.”

You shook your head as best as you could with your face nestled into his collar bones. Your eyes were screwed shut as his fingers continued to glide through your folds, sometimes barely slipping inside you before pulling out. He was working you up with well-practiced hands. He had learned his way around your body much faster than you had learned his, knowing all the ways to make you tick.

“No, this is for my eyes only, right sweetheart?” One of Seonghwa’s slim fingers caught your clit and you gasps, gripping the shirt covering his shoulders. He tutted at you.

“Don’t tell me you've forgotten what all I’ve taught you in just one week. Come on and use your words.” You could feel his words rumbling in his chest for how tight you held him. You were hesitant to pull away, but the edge in his voice urged on. Moving away just enough to let your voice carry.

“Only for you,” you mumble. Despite your quiet tone, you meant the words far more than you anticipated. Seonghwa pushed two long slim fingers inside you at your response, stretching your walls with ease. You gasped at the intrusion and buried your face in his chest again, trying to muffle any noises that may come out of you. There was still a game going on outside after all.

Seonghwa’s fingers arched inside you, brushing against the most sensitive place on your walls and your back arched. You could feel yourself getting louder and louder with every passing moment, but you were still unbearably on edge of being discovered.

“You especially responsive today, maybe leaving you alone for a while has its benefits.” Seonghwa mused into your hair as he worked, pulling even more sounds from you with every movement of his hand. His practiced fingers touched and toyed with you so well, it was impossible to keep quiet.

“No-“ you started in a shaky voice, not wanting to go so long without his touch like this again.

“Only joking sweetheart,” he giggles in your ear. But at that moment he pulled his skilled fingers away from your core and you choked on air. He ran his free hand up your spine in what was meant to be a gentle caress but it sent shivers through your body regardless. Your face stayed hidden against his body, at this point, his body heat seemed to be the only thing grounding you right now.

With your vision obscured there was a brief moment of heated silence where it seemed like nothing was happening, then the distinct sound of a belt clicking open and a zipper being pulled down echoed in the room. You pulled away from his chest and looked up at him with wide star eyes. He was already watching you with a smirk. Your mouth hung open with anticipation. He took in your face with a pleased expression, one hand coming down to cup your chin and tilt your head further up.

“I love it when you look at me like that,”

As soon as the words ended Seonghwa was crashing his lips onto yours and without missing a beat he thrust his length into your cunt in one quick movement. You were suddenly very thankful for the kiss, as it did well to muffle the cry ripping pst your lips. His grip on your hip was like iron as he began to set a pace. Each time pushing if possible even deeper inside you. You forced your legs to spread wider as your hands clawed down his back. Each time he filled you completely your body twitched as he brushed over your most sensitive spot.

Seonghwa still held your chin tightly in his palm, keeping your lips locked in a heated kiss. He seemed to be timing the kiss with his thrusts, which meant it was incredibly fast. He was kissing you as though he wished to devour you whole and at the moment you wanted nothing else but to allow him. Every few minutes the kiss would break as you both panted for air before it resumed with that same fervor.

Quite suddenly it became all too much, you were melting into him. Every stroke of his dick against your pulsing walls felt like fire shooting through your body in the best way, making you twitch uncontrollably. Your body acted of its own accord, hips bucking to meet his with every thrust and your hands grasping wildly against his back, trying to bring him impossibly closer. Several times you tried to break the kiss just to moan but his mouth chased yours and swallows up the sounds before they could escape.

And the kiss was something else entirely. You had kissed the man before but never like this. This felt so raw and unyielding. Every swipe of his tongue against your own felt like an invitation or a promise, for what you did not know. All of a sudden it felt entirely too intimate, too real. The kind of kiss reserved for true lovers in a moment of passion, not two teenagers fucking in a bathroom. But you couldn’t break away, not that you wanted to.

A gasp rang through the room. And in a moment that felt not unlike plunging into a freezing ocean, you realized that it had not come from you, or Seonghwa for that matter. Seonghwa had stilled to a halt inside you from the moment he heard it. He abruptly broke the kiss, sidestepping just enough that his broad back blocked the exposed parts of your body. But you couldn’t focus on the surprisingly chivalrous way he had protected you from sight, or the way he was mumbling under his breath as he righted himself and his clothes before doing the same to you.

No, your eyes were locked on the door. Where a mortified-looking Marie stood with her mouth hung open.

so can yall see what I was going for? or did I fail miserably lol.

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Hey Neighbour! - Part 3

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Pairing: Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader

Warning: just a bit fluffy x

A/N: Here’s part 3 - I hope you enjoy, loves x

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Hey Neighbour! - Part 3

The school gate is full of parents and guardians anticipating the ear-screeching sound of the school bell. You stand fidgeting slightly as the slight breeze picks up crossing your arms against your chest, actively wrapping the long coat around your body for warmth. A handful of children burst through the double doors of the building heading straight over into your general direction. Your eyes scan frantically for your sweet girl, relaxing a little once you eye her signature beanie. Her innocent eyes clash with your own, a bright smile appearing on her lips as she races towards you.

“Mommy!” she screeches without a care in the world, her arms stretch out wide as she collides into your stomach making you grunt at the impact. Wrapping your arms tightly around her small frame you allow your nose to rest on top of her covered hair, basking in her presence for a moment.

“I’ve missed you today, sweet pea. How was it? Did you make any new friends?” you ask excitedly, bursting at the seams. Amelia matches your enthusiasm as she lists her new classmates and her wonderful teacher, she gasps suddenly as if remembering the most important piece of information.

“And the best part of it all is that Oz is in my new class!” she exclaims, stopping in her tracks to allow you to remove her backpack so you can carry it for her. You gasp excitedly at her words genuinely happy that her already new found friend is in her class putting some of your worries a side. You’re still rather apprehensive about the new move from within the city but you know deep down this a good fresh start for you both. Before you can continue to walk back to the car, a loud voice calls out Amelia’s name making you both turn at the sound. Oz rushes forward making his way over to you both, a woman you don’t recognize racing after him to catch up.

‘This must be the babysitter,’ You think, remembering your conversation with Ally over the weekend when she invited you into her home. Ally had a big senate dinner in the city and couldn’t get out of it, you debated offering to babysit Oz while she was stuck at work but realised you were still a complete stranger to her despite only living next door and seeing how well set up her home is regarding security you knew Ally was hesitant when it came to trusting people.

Oz stands next to Amelia as he tries to catch his breath, he waves tiredly at you before adjusting his glasses, his babysitter not far behind.

“Hi, Miss.Y/N.” He greets, still slightly breathless. You grin fondly at the sweet blonde boy, holding your hand out for him to high-five which he reciprocates happily.

“Hey Oz! How was your first day back at school?” you ask, knowing that Ally had her worries about him despite her attempts to hide it. He smiles shyly and shrugs indifferently.

“It was okay, I guess. Still the same kids and teacher except for Amelia, we’re in the same class this year!” he informs you, making you chuckle at their excitement to be able to spend more time together. You’re secretly grateful that they have become such fast friends.

“That’s amazing buddy!” you comment, just as his babysitter places a hand on his shoulder. Her flustered state did not go unnoticed.

“Oz! You gotta wait for me okay? You can’t be scaring me like that.” she scolds softly, fear evident in her tone. Oz nods guiltily before whispering to Amelia who giggles nodding at whatever he told her. You narrow your eyes at the mischievous pair before glancing at the woman who puts her hand out for you to shake.

“I’m so sorry about that, I’m Lily. I babysit Oz when Ally can’t get away from work,” she explains, grinning sheepishly. You take her hand and shake once before awkwardly letting go.

“Hi, I’m Y/N and this is Amelia. We’re Ally and Oz’s new next door neighbours,” you inform her, watching as something clicks within her eyes.

“Of course! Ally mentioned new neighbours, well it was lovely to meet you both but we gotta run and get home,” she murmurs, as Oz groans in protest.

“Can’t I hang out with Amelia, Lily please?!” Oz begs, jittering his bottom lip, his big brown eyes wide as you watch her struggle under his adorable gaze. You crouch down to be eye-level with him as his attention draws to you.

“Oz, Lily here probably wants to prepare dinner for you and get you sorted before your mom comes home, yeah?” you justify, watching as he frowns at your words. Knowing you’ll have a battle on your hand you try a different tactic. Leaning forward you take a big whiff in scrunching your nose for extra effect and sniff near him again, he giggles at your silliness.

“Y/n why are you sniffing me?!” he asks through giggles as Amelia begins to sniff him as well laughing in the process.

“I think we have one stinky boy on our hands, what do you think Amelia, Lily?” you address the two females watching as Lily picks up on your efforts, nodding along with you.

“We don’t like stinky boys, mommy,” Amelia comments, scrunching her nose. Oz gasps and protests through more giggles as your fingers meet his ribcage.

“Noooo, stoo- stop! I promise I’ll bathe!” he says through giggles. You lax from your tickle attack and stand winking subtly at Lily who looks at you gratefully.

“How about you go home with Lily and then once I’ve spoken to your mom, you can come over to our house during the week for dinner?” you compromise, watching on in amusement as the clogs turn inside his youthful mind. He looks you in the eyes and nods, putting his hand out for you to shake to seal the deal.

You pretend to spit into your hand before going to take his small one, watching as he pulls a face full of disgust at your gesture but you can see the amusement in his eyes.

“Deal,” he says, finalising your little exchange. You nod and grab hold of Amelia’s hand who smiles brightly, her cheeks red from the laughter.

“Bye bye Ozzy, see you tomorrow at school!” she waves her free hand at him. You say your goodbyes to the blonde boy and his poor babysitter, already discovering that behind that shy exterior there is one adorably cheeky little boy.

“Come on you, let’s get you home.” you murmur to your daughter, feeling your arm swing at your side as she skips happily next to you.

***

The house is quiet with only the low muffled sounds of the news presenter that echoes from your TV screen in the living room, you sip from your favourite alcoholic beverage as you lazily watch the bright screen while dressed down in a pair of sweatpants and an old big Fleetwood Mac shirt. You were almost ready to call it a night when the sound of keys jingling in the keyhole from outside startles you from your daydreaming, the sudden sound causes you to spill reminisce of the drink onto your pants making you groan before you tense realising that the only other people with a key is your brother and father; who are both back in the city. Wearily walking over to the door you grab hold of the big umbrella by the front door, peeking through the peephole. A faint blurred figure stands next to the door on the other side, the familiar brown short hair and stature makes you relax almost instantly as you place the umbrella down and unlock the door. Ally sways slightly on her feet at the sudden sound and movements of the door opening, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she eyes you dressed in a black pantsuit which shows off her curves beautifully.

“Not that I’m mad about this but why are you in my house?” she asks, her voice slurring slightly in her drunken state making you bite your lip to hold back a smile. Her big brown glossy eyes take in your attire before scanning the hallway past your shoulder, you step closer to her noticing her off balance to help guide her into the warmth of your home. As soon as your hand touches her arm she leans in closer to you, shivering from the night's cold air.

“I believe you, it is you who is trespassing onto my property, Senator.” you tease, a soft grin appearing onto your lips as you gently guide her into the living room sitting her onto the sofa and taking a seat next to her. Her eyes squint as she takes in the bare living room trying to piece the room together in her head, her red lips forming a perfect ‘o’ as her eyes land onto your amusing form.

“Oh,” she whispers, before you nod to her silent conclusion. You laugh at her apologetic face which makes her giggle too. “Oh god, I am so sorry. I may have had a little more wine than I originally thought,” she tries to explain through slurred words as she sinks heavily into the sofa, closing her eyes briefly as she places a hand over her them. You pat her knee in comfort still rather amused that someone who is usually so well put together can be such a sloppy drunk.

“Would you like a drink of water, Ally?” you whisper, hoping that the disruption downstairs hasn’t disturbed a sleeping Amelia. She spreads her fingers apart and peeks through the gap nodding, a small pout forming onto her full lips making you linger on the enticing soft red a moment longer before quickly diverting your eyes away and standing muttering “I’ll be just a minute”.

You let out the breath you're holding and fill the glass up with cold water, taking a few minutes to gather your thoughts. You’ve noticed the small sparks between you both ever since you laid eyes on her through her kitchen window, her eyes always lingering on your lips that little bit longer whenever you spoke when you went to introduce yourself. Rubbing at your temple gently you argue with yourself knowing that the whole reason you moved here was to have a fresh start, just you and Amelia. After your ex-fiance left right after giving birth to Amelia you decided right there and then that you don’t need anyone and even if you did try you would only be blindsided and hurt again. Ally is like a bright burning flame and the more you see her the more that light intrigues you to step forward and become close to it.

‘But at some point that bright light goes off and you are left to feel nothing’ you conclude, shaking your head at your conflicting thoughts before stepping away from the sink and heading back to the living room. You stop in your tracks by the staircase, your eyes widen at the familiar young voice from behind you.

“Why is Miss. Ally in our house, mommy?!” Amelia’s tired voice asks, you turn around and hold your hand out for her to take as she descends from the last few steps. You glance briefly over to Ally who sits on the sofa still, leaning her forearms against the top of the sofa she grins at Amelia.

“How do you know you’re not in my house?” she questions, a teasing glint in her eyes as Amelia’s eyes widen for a second innocently believing any word from an adults mouth. Her gaze turns to me for confirmation making you quickly shake your head, scolding playfully over to Ally who shrugs innocently.

“I see the wine has flown from your head to your mouth,” you grumble playfully, watching as she scrunches her nose apologetically. Amelia glances at you confused before turning her gaze back to Ally.

“Are you having a sleepover with my mom?” her innocent eyes stare openly at Ally, who’s lips twitch at your daughter's words, her eyes lingering on your form for a moment, making you squirm slightly under her dark gaze.

“Well wouldn’t that be fun, huh Melia! Unfortunately silly me got confused and thought this was my house!” she explains to her gently, her words more clearer now that she’s aware of her current state as well as Amelia’s presence and being a mother herself she knows when to switch back into the role despite the alcohol that swarms around in her head. Ally squints in discomfort as she lightly grazes her temple with her fingertips making you move forward quickly handing her the glass of water, she quietly thanks you and takes a delicate sip sighing in relief at the cold texture. Amelia moves forward and sits next to Ally on the sofa, swinging her legs as they hover above the rug.

“You gotta headache, Miss. Ally? Mom always tells me to drink lots of water when I get a headache,” she informs, smiling pleased to have informed Ally of something so important. Ally places the glass down on the table and cups Amelia’s cheek, stroking her thumb across her full cheek, smiling adoringly at her. You stand still by the doorway, a sense of warmness spreading across your chest as you watch them interact. Usually you would be wary of new friends touching Amelia so freely but Ally has such a natural instinct to comfort and show simple displays of affection, especially to Oz it almost feels safe to have interacted with Amelia in this way.

“I’m okay, sweet girl. I was a bit silly at dinner tonight and the wine has made me a little loopy,” she explains to her, smiling wide as Amelia giggles into her hands.

“Wine is yucky! Mommy says it’s only for adults and it tastes funny,” You nod agreeing with before moving forward and crouching down next to her.

“That’s right munchkin. Now why don’t you quickly grab your coat and boots so we can walk Ally to her door,” you suggest, watching her once sleepy eyes widen in excitement at the prospect of a late night adventure on a school night even if it’s to walk across the yard.

“Oh Y/N you really don’t-” you stop her protests with a flick of your hand.

“It’s fine Ally, I’d feel better if I got you home safe,” you insist, standing to grab your shoes to stop any further protests from the brunette.

Once you are both ready, you open your front door to allow her and Amelia to step outside. Amelia skips ahead a short feet away leaving you side to side with the brunette beauty, her shoulder brushing lightly against your own making you shiver at the innocent brushing. Ally looks over to you in concern.

“Are you cold? Honestly, you and Amelia go back in I’m about ten steps away from my doorstep,” she chuckles but you can see in her eyes under the bright glow of the streetlights that she’s grateful for the company, still a little unsteady on her feet. As you reach the porch steps you instinctively place a hand onto her back to steady her balance as she ascends, you feel the small tension in her back from the cold slowly relax under your touch, glancing briefly at her face you notice a small smile gracing her lips softly. As you reach the top Amelia is already waiting for you both rocking back and forth on her heels.

“Is Ozzy awake? Can we play hide and seek?” she asks excitedly, as she yawns straight after. You share an amusing look with your neighbour, knowing all too well the persistence of a tired child.

“No sweetheart, he’s in bed or he should be. I’m going to check now to make sure before I go to bed myself,” Ally murmurs quietly, bending down to brush some of Amelia’s escaped strands of hair from under her trusted beanie. Amelia pouts and you groan to yourself knowing what's coming.

“Okay Amelia Cakes, we’ll see Ozzy tomorrow but you gotta go back to bed once we get in ready to hang out with him tomorrow in school,” you justify, raising an eyebrow at her grumpy expression which falters under your stern but kind gaze. Her shoulders slump as she realises her defeat.

“Okay, Mommy.” she grumbles tiredly moving closer over to you and cuddling into your side. Ally watches on in light amusement staying quiet while you speak to your daughter. Looking up at her you notice the tiredness forming around her eyes too, deciding to call it night you wait until Ally unlocks her door before giving her a shy smile and wave.

“Night Neighbour,” you murmur, a small glint of amusement in your eyes as she matches your expression.

“Good night, dancing queens. Thank you for walking me home,” she whispers, leaning against her door frame a soft smile playing on her lips. You nod once before turning your gaze onto Amelia as you feel your coat tuck downwards on your body. With big pleading eyes you sigh fondly knowing exactly what she wants, crouching you turn away from her and grunt as the new found weight lands onto your back, little legs wrapping around your hips and arms circling around your neck. You stand and smile once more at Ally who watches on fondly before nodding towards your house, she nods in understanding and places a hand on Amelia’s back.

“Sweet dreams Amelia,”

“Nighty night, Miss. Ally.” her tired grumbles come from your back as she flaps her fingers in some sort of wave making you both laugh.

Stepping down the steps carefully you steadily make your way over to your drive, turning back slightly as you see Ally peep over and wave one finally before stepping into the house. Keeping Amelia on your back you make your way through the house and into her bedroom, placing her gently onto the bed with the smallest of bounce making her giggle tiredly. Pulling off her boots and coat you wait for her to crawl under the duvet, beanie still in place. Once settled you take the beanie off and leave it by her bedside, brushing her hair from her face watching her eyelashes flutter as she struggles to stay awake.

‘Hide and seek huh? Maybe next time kid’ you smile to yourself. Placing a gentle kiss to her forehead you turn her lamp off and switch on her starlight's before leaving the door ajar.

Making your way downstairs, you go to grab Ally’s empty glass and take it through into the kitchen. Standing by the sink you rinse the glass out and place it onto the drying rack, a light from across the way makes you glance over curiously. To your surprise, standing by her own kitchen window drinking a glass of water is, Ally. As if sensing eyes on her, brown eyes find your form through the window making you tentatively raise a hand and wave in greeting. Ally places her index up to you indicating for you to wait there, she disappears from view for a moment before returning again her gaze falling to the floor for a few moments before locking onto you again an amusing grin in place.

“Are you sure this is my house?” the question written in bold for you to see from across the way. Clicking onto her game you turn to look for one of Amelia’s old notepads, grabbing a black marker from the draw.

“I can show you the lease if you like?” her mouth opens wide indicating her laughter before looking down again for a few moments.

“I’ll believe you for now…”

“Phew, I was worried for a second there” she grins at that, biting down onto her bottom lip as if debating her next move.

“So sleepovers huh?” her eyebrows raise in a teasing manner, wiggling the dark brows for extra effect making you chuckle.

“Sorry only cool kids allowed ;)” you shrug indifferently but the small grin that appears upon your lips shows you enjoy teasing her back.

“That’s a shame, I’m rather inclined to the idea of an adult sleepover” her wicked grin shows her victory over this silent flirting game as you flush and gap at her for a second unable to follow up. Not wanting her to have the last word you confidently write out your next sign.

“I’m more of a wine and dine first kinda gal, I’m afraid” you say but gulp once you realise the opening you’ve given her.

“Is that you agreeing to a date that I haven’t even asked you out on yet?” her teasing message makes you groan as you feel your cheeks warm at the question. Placing both hands over your eyes, you miss the fond expression that makes its way onto Ally’s face as she waits patiently for you to look at her again. Peeking through you notice she’s placed a new sign upon the window with a wide smile grazing her lips.

“8 o’clock Friday? x” are the only words written as she waits for your reply. Biting your lip you contemplate her offer, wanting to push down the negative thoughts that begin to surface. The feeling of nervousness spreads low in your stomach as you think about the last time you even went on a date knowing how well that turned out, looking back over to her face you notice the slight falter in her expression as you take your time to reply. Before you can contemplate further, your hand begins to trace the words that seal the deal.

“Can’t wait x”

#ally mayfair richards x reader #ally mayfair richards #ally x reader #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #ahs cult #Hey Neighbour! series #american horror story

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justanother-unluckysoul · 3 years ago

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CS Fic: You Are My Shelter

Rating: T

Word count: 5k

Summary: An unexpected blizzard hits while Emma and Killian are enjoying a quiet vacation in their forest cabin, forcing them to shelter in place until it passes. The temporary isolation probably wouldn’t have been so bad if Killian hadn’t also gotten injured.

A completely self-indulgent story that hopefully some of you will enjoy.

A/N: Bet you weren’t expecting another story from me so soon but this one kind of appeared out of nowhere, built from one sentence and a vague vibe. It was basically just an excuse to whump Killian a bit, but also to write snuggly cosy CS scenes when real life weather was cold and gross.

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You Are My Shelter

“I’ll be back soon,” Emma had said with a quick kiss to his lips, “Just be careful up there, okay?”

Killian had told her not to worry, that he’d spent centuries climbing the rigging on the Jolly Roger and that clearing the chimney of their holiday cabin would be easy. She had been worried, but he’d placated her, and she’d cautioned him one last time before reluctantly leaving for town. There was a storm brewing, carrying a threat of heavy rain and early-season snow, and both of them wanted to be prepared in case it turned out worse than predicted. But either way, the fireplace was certainly going to get some use, hence why Killian was clearing bird nests from the chimney. It was overdue really, but they hadn’t been out here for a few months, their little cabin nestled in a forest about an hour’s drive away from Storybrooke. The sun was getting low, but the work warms him up quickly, enough to be quite comfortable in just the shirt and trousers he’d stripped to before he’d started. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was used to heights and climbing. Even the slipperiness of the shingles wasn’t unexpected, and he was carefully bracing himself and planting his feet firmly. So Killian isn’t sure what happened. The wind was getting stronger; he could see rain on the horizon, creeping closer and maybe he tried to rush a little bit, wanting to get the job done and get off the roof before the weather turned. Whatever the cause, his foot slips, he scrambles for a handhold and there’s none, Killian is sliding and falling and he really should have had some sort of rope to hold him. The benefit of hindsight. There’s a moment of weightless terror as he goes off the edge of the roof and plunges unchecked towards the ground. He doesn’t remember landing.

Wake up, Killian, please. I can't carry you.

Emma is panicked, almost in tears, the urgency with which she pulls at his shirt and pats his cheeks drawing him back to a groggy awareness. He is so tired. He's not certain he's even awake now, his surroundings taking on a surreal, distant quality as he tries to blink Emma's frightened face into focus. He thinks he’s lying on the ground, though he’s so numb and tired he’s not certain of that either. What happened? he tries to ask, but the sound he actually makes is more like a weak groan than anything comprehensible.

Killian, please wake up. I need you to help me.

Somehow he’s on his feet. His body doesn't feel like his own, slow and so, so heavy. Emma dragging him forwards, the world blurring around them, just a little further, Killian, we're almost there. He stumbles through the cabin doorway into the dark room beyond, only Emma's hold on him keeping him from collapsing right there. When he does fall, it's onto something soft - a bed, perhaps. He thinks Emma is trying to get his damp clothes off; that's a good idea, he'll surely catch his death from cold if he stays in them. He should help her. But his strength is depleted, the world is going dark once more, and he knows nothing after that.

He comes to with a scorching pressure against his back, and when he tries to squirm away, he notices the arm wrapped around his middle, searing and restrictive.

"Lie still, Killian," Emma murmurs and he feels as though his skin blisters under her breath on his neck.

Emma, stop, it hurts, he tries but he is weak and trembling and the words are too quiet, slurred between his numb lips and dry tongue.

"Lie still. It's okay."

He groans, giving up. He is too bloody tired to fight anymore. His fingers and toes have started to prickle with sensations, as though they are just coming back to life. And now the shivers begin to roll through him in earnest, relentless and uncomfortable, rattling his teeth.

"Shhh. You’re okay. Come back to me, Killian."

He whimpers and groans and keeps shaking, while Emma maintains her tight hold on him and coaches him gently as his breath drags roughly against his parched throat, relax, Killian, it's okay, everything's going to be okay, I promise. As his body slowly crawls back from the brink of frozen death, Killian can hear the howl of wind against the cabin walls, the storm shaking the window panes while something in the roof rattles threateningly with each gust. He’s wrapped in Emma’s arms, her body pressed against his naked back, blankets piled atop them both.

“Are you with me, Killian?” Emma asks softly, and her breath doesn’t burn him this time, his skin slowly warming.

“S-swan,” he whispers; all he can manage right now.

“Oh, thank god.” Her voice is a damp sob against his neck.

She shifts now, sliding away and rolling him onto his back, the warm blankets pulled away. He wants them back. He wants Emma back.

“I have to… I have to stitch this. Shit, Killian, it’s-”

Her breath shudders, and Killian wants - needs - to see what’s happened, what’s upsetting Emma. He needs to reassure her that he’s okay. But he hasn’t the strength to move; with his blood warming, awareness trickling back in, his head has begun to throb and spin woozily, and there’s a growing cognition of the deep pain in his thigh. He can do nothing but lie there helplessly, teeth gritted against the discomfort as Emma pokes at what he supposes is a nasty wound on his leg. He misses the blankets. He’s still shivering miserably, though he can no longer tell if it’s from cold or heat or simply the pain. There are too many sensations, the agony in his thigh increasing exponentially under Emma’s hesitant ministrations and despite his best efforts to stay conscious, Killian is soon floating away in a daze. The wind roars - or perhaps that is him, he can’t tell. His mind is entirely lost to the pain and the misery; no amount of soothing words will be able to reach it now, though he can hear Emma trying anyway. The wind is going to tear this cabin apart, as surely as the pain is tearing him apart, his agonized cries lost beneath the scream of the storm.

***

The world is muted, soft sounds filtering into Kllian’s ears as though from a great distance. He's more exhausted than he's ever been in his life, yet at the same time it feels as though he's been lying in this bed for days, drifting in a haze of restless sleep amid the pain that's still twinging in his leg. His leg twitches without conscious thought, and the twinge becomes a vicious bolt of pain, his teeth gritted against it and the encroaching darkness as his back arches, hand clawing at the blanket to steady himself. Staying as still as he can, taking deep lungfuls of precious air, vowing to never move again if that is the result, waiting for the pain to ease. Killian remembers Emma being with him before - remembers a soft touch and gentle words - but there had also been a searing, deep agony in his thigh and a terrible pounding in his head, and he had been cold and confused and so weak, desperate for Emma just to hold him. For her soothing embrace to allow him to find some measure of peace amongst the torment, to ground him in reality as the pain and exhaustion twisted the world around him. But she hadn't held him the way he wished, too busy trying to piece him back together, her voice distant as she worked. And peace had come for Killian, eventually, in the form of blissful unconsciousness, ignoring Emma's increasingly desperate pleas for him to keep fighting the lure of the dark; she should know by now that Killian had never been good at resisting darkness. But he is awake now, the room bathed in weak daylight that doesn’t hurt his head, a roaring fire lit in the hearth casting a warmth through the room. The blankets are thick and heavy and soft, and Killian is in no hurry to move from this position of relative comfort, the ice finally gone from his veins, the pain ebbing away. Emma creeps into the room holding a cup of something steaming and sweet, her thick socks barely making a sound on the floorboards, smiling in relief when she sees him awake.

“How are you feeling?” she asks, setting the cup on the bedside drawers and easing herself onto the mattress beside him.

“Tired,” he admits, “Hurts to move.”

Emma presses her hand against his forehead briefly before tugging the blankets down so she can check his wound. He tries not to flinch as she carefully peels the bandage away and prods gently at the sensitive skin around the injury.

“No sign of infection,” she muses, “It’s just going to take time to heal. It was very deep.”

She covers him back up.

“You should drink something. I know you’re hurting, but can you sit up for me?”

Sitting up is agony, but with Emma’s help he manages to get upright, propped against the pillows, his arm wrapped around his middle as he sucks in sharp, shaky breaths. The room tilts away from him and he grabs clumsily for Emma’s arm, his head pounding.

“You okay?” she murmurs, and he shakes his head, swallowing thickly, “Shh, I’ve got you. Take some slow breaths, that’s it.”

She has procured a wet washcloth from somewhere, and she uses it to wipe the cold sweat from his face as he struggles against the urge to vomit, the combination of pain and dizziness rising to an unbearable level. It feels like hours before his body calms, before the pain eases back to a dull ache and the room settles, and he can take the offered cup of tea. Though it must not have really been hours because the tea is still quite warm. The gentle spice of it soothes his churning stomach and calms the trembling of his hands as he sips at it, watching Emma stack more wood onto the dwindling fire.

“The storm…?”

“Still here,” she replies, “But it’s snowing now.”

Killian can’t see out the window well from this angle; there’s only white nothingness beyond the glass, but he doesn’t dare move again so he simply takes Emma’s word for it. He’s content to stay where he is now, leant against the pillows with tea in hand and the blankets pooled around his waist as the fire begins to roar in its box once more.

“Do you need anything else?” Emma asks, when she’s satisfied with the state of the fire.

“Just you, love.”

Emma smiles and ducks her head, a slight blush rising on her cheeks at his statement. She is still not quite sure how to respond to Killian’s casual affection, the openness with which he loves her, and so he’s made a vow to himself to say such things to her as often as possible until she accepts it without this uncomfortable hesitation. He pats the space next to him.

“Come sit with me, Emma. It’s too miserable a day not to spend it in bed.”

It doesn’t take much to convince her. She tucks herself close to Killian’s side, pulling the blanket over herself as well, her socked toes pressed against his legs as she rests her head on his shoulder.

“Like this?” Emma asks.

“Perfect,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

He drinks the rest of his tea in silence, letting the crackle of the fire fill the room instead, the soft warmth of Emma’s body curling into him lulling him into a contented doze by the time he’s finished the drink.

Killian wakes lying on his back once again, his eyes sticky and his mouth dry. The room is darker now but no less warm, the fire still crackling away, the outside chill barred by the heavy curtains now drawn across the windows. Killian’s hand flexes towards the thick bandages around his thigh. The pain is a deep, relentless ache, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. Tentatively, Killian takes a deeper breath, shifts his legs a little, relieved when it doesn’t hurt too much more than lying still does. He’s not brave enough to try sitting up yet, not without assistance, though it would be nice to soothe his parched throat with the glass of water he can see sitting on the cabinet beside the bed. After a moment, his thirst overrides his reluctance to move.

“Emma,” he rasps, and it’s a bloody miracle she actually hears him from the main room.

“Hey.” She’s at his side in a moment, checking his forehead again, fussing over him anxiously. “What is it?”

“Thirsty,” Killian whispers.

“Okay. Did you want to try sitting up again?”

He nods, and she gently assists him upright, stuffing pillows behind his back, brushing her fingers slowly through his hair until the spinning in his head settles and he can take the glass. The water is delicious, fresh and cool, and he has to resist the urge to gulp it all down as fast as possible, taking slow, small sips instead until the glass is empty.

“I’ve got some soup on the stove if you want to eat.” Emma tucks the blanket higher around his waist. “You should eat.”

The smell wafting into the bedroom is actually making him salivate a little; he hadn’t realized how hungry he was until now. He wonders how long it’s been since he last ate. Once he’s eating a bowl of steaming soup, Emma stokes up the fire and then settles cross legged at the end of the bed, tucking into her own meal.

“How long has it been?” Killian asks, “Since… since you found me.”

Emma glances at her watch.

“Uh, that was yesterday evening. So, about a day, I guess?”

“Bloody hell.” He’s stunned to know he’s been barely conscious for such a long time. No wonder Emma was worried. “It’s not still snowing, is it?”

Emma bites at her lip anxiously. “It is. The rain had turned to snow by the time I got home, and you were just… just lying there, soaked through. God, Killian, I thought you were…” She can’t bring herself to say it.

“I’m going to be alright, love,” Killian assures her, wishing Emma wasn’t sitting quite so far away that he can’t reach out and comfort her.

“I’ve phoned for help last night, but nobody can get in because the snow is too thick already. We… could be stuck here for a while.” She picks at a loose thread on the blanket, her dinner forgotten.

Her fear is palpable, and not unwarranted. Killian hasn’t gotten a look at his leg yet, but he knows Emma had to sew it closed, and knows it must have been a vicious gash. He must have caught it on something on the roof as he’d slid. Whatever the cause, it’s a nasty injury; he can feel that much.

“There’s no one I’d rather be stuck with,” he says, with far more cheerfulness than he feels.

Emma smiles at that, but her eyes are still troubled. Killian gestures at her half finished bowl, you need to eat too, my love. She does, but slowly, and he can tell she’s struggling to get it down, her worry ruining her appetite. His heart aches. He’s annoyed that he didn’t have the foresight to use a rope, because he should have known better. More than anything, he hates being the cause of Emma’s stress. She’s been through enough without having to worry about him over a stupid mistake.

After dinner, Emma helps Killian limp to the bathroom. It feels good to be out of bed, although Emma is quick to coax him back when he’s done.

“I’m okay, Emma,” he says, feeling like he’s said it so many times already, “I’m not going to break.”

Truthfully, walking around is hurting his leg and the dizziness has returned now that he’s standing up, but it’s a small price to pay for the freedom of being on his feet again. Emma observes him with a furrowed brow, her lips pursed, but Killian gently kisses that expression off her face.

“I’m sorry I scared you, love. But I promise I’m feeling better. You’ve done a good job here.” He gestures to his thigh, where the neat line of stitches are pinching at him if he’s not careful enough. “But just for you, sweetheart, I’ll go back to bed for a while. Okay?”

“Okay. And I… I should check your leg again. We can’t risk infection.”

It hasn’t been long since she last looked at it, but Killian asquieces, shimmying his trousers off and settling back on the bed, knowing she needs this to allay her fears. Her hands are steady as she presses her fingers lightly beside the line of stitches, and Killian can’t help the tensing of his stomach muscles as she does, fighting with his body’s instinct to pull away from the touch so close to his wound. A soft grunt is all that escapes him, but it’s enough to make Emma’s face crumple in guilt as she pauses.

“Sorry,” she whispers, and Killian quickly shakes his head.

“It’s alright.”

She watches him for a moment longer and he is careful to keep any sign of pain from his expression, before she returns to her task. Emma’s brow furrows in concentration as she tends his injury, the corner of her mouth pulling in a small grimace, before her eyes dart back up to meet Killian's. He tries to give her a reassuring smile.

“How does it look?” he asks.

“It’s… it’s okay. I think.” Emma sighs, looking tired and stressed. “I’m not good at this, Killian. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing fine, love,” he tells her sincerely, “And as soon as we get back to Storybrooke, you can use your magic to heal it completely.”

He tugs her closer so he can kiss her again.

“I know,” she says, “I just worry. Between the concussion, and the hypothermia, and the nearly bleeding to death…” She presses her fingers against his lips, halting the words that he’d been about to speak. “And don’t just tell me you’re a survivor.”

Killian chuckles softly as she moves her fingers, stroking along his jawline. Emma knew him too well; that had been exactly the line he was about to say.

“Alright, I won’t. But I will be alright, Swan, in your care. And I’m sure we’ll be out of here soon.”

***

The following day had started a bit brighter, the snowfall easing, and Killian had spent the morning on the couch, trying to read but his eyes refused to focus, and stubbornly trying anyway had only brought his headache back. So he set the book aside and watched Emma potter about the cabin instead, fetching firewood and melting snow for drinking water. The frigid nights had frozen the water pipes solid, and with no sun to warm them during the day, there was no running water. It didn't bother Killian much - he still considered such modern conveniences to be a luxury. And though he would have appreciated a warm bath or something today, he's not about to ask Emma to fill one for him. He feels useless enough, frustrated and bored, stuck sitting on the couch while Emma does all the work, without adding to her list of chores.

“Hey, are you doing okay?” He’s pulled out of his self-pity by Emma sitting beside him, taking the book from his loose fingers.

“I’m fine,” he says automatically, his voice distant and hollow in his own ears.

Emma doesn’t believe him, he can tell. She reaches out to smooth the furrow between his brows, fingers carding through his hair as he leans into the touch. The gentle pressure against his scalp feels so good, easing the tightness his attempt at reading had caused.

“You can be honest with me,” she whispers, “Please. I want to help.”

“No, it’s okay. You’ve already done so much, Emma, I can’t...” I can’t ask for more, it wouldn’t be right.

“But you’re hurting, aren’t you? Is it your head?”

He nods, eyes falling closed as he accepts the comfort she offers him.

“Maybe reading wasn’t the best idea.” Killian hums in agreement. “Do you want to go back to bed? Maybe lying down will help.”

“I’m tired of lying down,” he complains, sharper than he intended, his head lolling against the back of the couch miserably.

“Okay.” Emma’s quiet, patient tone only makes him feel worse, angry with himself for lashing out.

Instead of saying anything else, Emma simply picks up the discarded book, tucks her knees up and cuddles closer to him, and begins to read the story aloud. Killian’s protest is instinctive.

“Swan, you don’t n-”

“Shh, I’m reading,” Emma says firmly, and continues.

An amused, affectionate chuckle escapes Killian. Gods above, he is so lucky to have this woman in his life.

Emma has hardly stopped pacing all evening, stealing fretful glances out the window, where the snow is falling thick and fast once more. The power had gone out around midday but they were prepared for it, candles for lighting and the fireplace for cooking. It was cosy like this, in the warmth and dimness. After dinner, Killian had moved from the couch to the rug by the fire, much to Emma’s concern, but here he can be useful, stoking the fire when it gets low, and with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders at Emma’s insistence, he’s really quite comfortable. He’d fallen asleep while she read to him earlier, like a child which was rather embarrassing, but when he woke his headache had gone and he’d felt quite a bit better. But Emma had been anxious again by then, the calm softness she’d exuded as she read to him now entirely gone from her demeanor as she walked the length of the cabin. Back and forth, over and over.

“If you keep that up, you’ll wear a track into the floorboards,” Killian teases.

Emma doesn’t seem to appreciate, or even notice, his attempt at lightening the mood.

“It’s still snowing,” she notes worriedly.

He pushes himself up from the floor, wincing at the pull of healing skin and the ache in his knees from too long spent folded. Emma reaches for him quickly, in that fussing way she has whenever his face twists in pain, but he takes her into his arms before she can do anything.

“We’ll be alright, love.”

A slight shiver passes through her as she returns his embrace.

“I’m just… I’m scared, Killian.”

“Nothing is going to happen to you, Emma. I won’t let it.”

She pushes her hand against his chest, creating just enough distance so she can look at his face.

“I’m not scared for myself,” she whispers, her eyes shining bright with unshed tears, “Killian, I’m scared for you.”

It hits him hard, hearing her fears spoken aloud, and guilt wracks him at the expression on her face.

“I’m sorry,” he says, pulling her close once more, “I’m so sorry, love. But we’re going to be fine, I promise you.”

She hiccups a sob into Killian's chest and he shushes her, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back as he holds her tight.

“You can’t promise that," Emma whimpers, and his heart shatters because he knows it's true.

They are going to be trapped in this place for gods know how long, and Killian’s utterly helpless to do anything about it. Even if he wasn’t injured, the unpredictable and freezing conditions outside makes any attempt to leave ill advised, if not impossible. And he knows his wound worries Emma, bringing her fears of infection and complications, though her medical prowess had so far proved commendable.

“We’ve faced worse odds than a little snow, darling,” Killian says, with far more conviction than he feels, “We will be alright.”

“It’s more than a little snow,” she argues, but her voice is steadier now, Killian’s strong front doing as intended to unleash a little more strength of her own.

He holds her a little longer, his hand moving to smooth her hair until Emma takes a deep breath and pulls away.

“Sorry.” She wipes her eyes and sniffs a few times. “Sorry. I’m okay.”

“It’s alright, love,” he says, “It’s been a rough couple of days.” Killian palms her cheek gently, his thumb brushing an errant tear from her face. “Do you want to come to bed now?”

She nods, taking another deep, shaky breath.

“Let me just put some more wood on the fire first.”

“Okay.”

Killian’s already settled into bed by the time Emma returns, stomping the snow off her boots as she enters the cabin, a blast of frigid air following her before she can slam the door shut. In a few minutes, the firebox is filled with extra logs and Emma slips under the blankets beside him, tucking herself close, her toes like ice against his legs.

“Bloody hell, Swan,” he yelps, flinching away, “Where are your socks? Put your socks back on.”

Emma giggles, having entirely too much fun poking him with her freezing feet, making him squirm and curse until he flips over, pinning her solidly beneath his body. She’s grinning up at him, more relaxed than Killian’s seen her in days. The movements have caused his injury to throb again, but he carefully hides any sign of pain in his expression. He doesn’t want to bring down the mood.

“That was bad form,” he tells her in mock-irritation.

“Yeah?” Emma breathes, and she’s clearly flirting with him, trying to goad him into something more.

Killian leans down slowly, until his lips are nearly brushing her ear, feeling her body shiver with anticipation before he growls-

“Where did you leave your socks, Emma?”

And she dissolves into giggles again, as expected, and Killian can’t help laughing with her as he rolls back over onto the mattress. They’re terribly tangled in the covers now but neither of them care.

“Seriously though, my love, please put your socks back on.”

She goes quiet, suddenly, a morose mood falling back over the room and Killian turns to look at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“The snow has gotten too deep,” she says, quiet and shameful and anxious, “It went over the top of my boots tonight and… my socks got wet.”

“They’ll dry, love.” He doesn’t understand why she’s so upset about this. Surely she’s dealt with damp socks before? “Have you put them by the fire?”

“Yes, but I’m not worried about that, Killian,” she snaps, frustrated, and Killian rubs her arm soothingly, “My socks might dry tonight, but the same thing will just happen again when I go out in the morning. Because it’s still snowing. We’re trapped, Killian, and you- What if- How much longer-”

Killian gathers her into his arms and kisses her forehead, silencing her panicked rambling as her mind jumps from one horrible thought to another.

“Shh, my darling, don’t fret,” he murmurs, “My wound is healing well, you know that. And we still have enough food and firewood for an entire week. Perhaps even longer, if we rationed it out. We’ll figure a way around the sock thing, okay?”

Emma sighs, relaxing into his embrace.

“Okay.” She nuzzles the tip of her nose against his chest. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I just worry. I hate being…”

“Trapped?”

“Helpless.”

“You aren’t helpless, Emma. Trapped, yes, but only for now. This foul weather won’t last, and we’ll be home soon enough.”

She hums softly. Killian can’t tell if it’s in agreement or dismissal, but either way, Emma burrows tighter into his hold and not long afterwards, her breathing has deepened in sleep. Killian lies awake much longer, his own mind racing with possibilities and plans that could get them out of here, before he finally succumbs to his own tiredness as well.

***

Dawn finds the fire all but burned out, but weak sunlight is creeping between the curtains for the first time since the storm. There’s a steady dripping sound from somewhere; snow melting off the roof, perhaps - he hopes. Killian slips out of bed, careful not to wake Emma, and pads quietly to the window, peering out at the white surroundings. The sky is clear, brilliantly blue in contrast to the snow. He calls out to Emma, jubilant and more relieved than he can remember feeling in a long time.

“What is it?” Emma mumbles groggily, sitting up with the blanket pulled up to her chest to ward off the chill in the room.

“See for yourself,” he says, pulling the curtains open and allowing the sunshine to fill the room.

Emma gasps in delight, her sleepiness forgotten as she throws the blankets aside and quickly joins him at the window.

“It’s stopped snowing. Killian, we… we can leave.”

Giddy with relief, Emma spins around to hug him tightly.

“I told you we’d be alright, didn’t I?” he says, and before he knows what’s happening Emma is kissing him hard, her body pressed impossibly close to his, a hand sliding down the bare skin of his back to bring him even closer as the days of stress and worry pour out of her in one deliriously hot kiss.

“Just one more thing before we go,” she mumbles against his lips.

Killian groans into her mouth, his body immediately responding to her actions, to the need and urgency with which she’s kissing him and he’s kissing her, his hand in her hair and his hook at her hip. Hardly breaking for air, he manuevours them smoothly back to the bed, falling onto the rumpled blankets, hissing in pain as his wound makes itself known again. Emma grimaces.

“Sorry, I-”

“I’m okay, love,” Killian assures her, “We can keep going.”

He kisses her again, slow and sensual this time, the mood changing from the frantic urgency to something gentle and easy, but no less passionate. Perhaps they won’t go further than tasting each other’s lips, enjoying the reassurance of a loving embrace - though with Emma gasping his name, whispering I love you as Killian’s hand and mouth trace teasing patterns across her soft skin, the allure is almost too strong for Killian to hold himself back. He’s so focused on Emma, on their closeness and how good it feels, that he doesn’t register the sound of an engine until there’s a knock at the door and someone calling out to anyone home? Of course. Now that the storm has passed, they are being ‘rescued’.

“Bloody hell,” Killian gasps, the realization like a wave of cold water thrown against his face.

Way to ruin the mood. Emma is soft and warm and needy beneath him and he is sorely tempted to yell out give us a few more minutes, mate! but he knows he shouldn’t. Emma laughs breathlessly.

“Damn it,” she says.

“My sentiments exactly.”

He rolls off her to flop onto his back, running his hand over his face in annoyance.

“Aren’t you going to go see who it is?” Emma giggles, sitting up and raising an eyebrow at the state of him, and Killian frowns at her, not nearly so amused by this situation as she seems to be.

“I think I need a minute,” he mutters, his voice ragged.

Emma jumps off the bed and tries to smooth down her tangled hair, pulling her clothes on in a rush as the knock sounds again.

“I’m coming!” she calls out, and shoots Killian a glare, hissing, “Don’t even say it.”

He quickly shuts his mouth against the dirty innuendo he was about to say, smirking instead and Emma rolls her eyes at him, but she’s smiling as she leaves the room.

Once Killian has calmed down enough he thinks it won’t be too obvious what they’d been up to, he slips his own clothes back on and limps to the door. The rescue team is determined to take them both straight to the hospital, although Killian insists he’s fine, that Emma had tended his wound already. Besides that - though he doesn’t give this information to the strangers - as soon as they’re over the town line again she can simply use her magic to heal it completely. But they won’t be swayed. Killian clenches his jaw and glares fiercely at their rescuers, his annoyance only tempered by Emma’s gentle hand on his arm.

“It won’t take long,” Emma murmurs, “And then we can go home and finish what we started.” Her quiet, sultry tone is only for Killian to hear as her hand slips into his.

It takes the anger right out of him, her voice and the expression on her face. And Killian thinks she’s never looked more beautiful than right now, her face lit by the sun for the first time in several days, cheeks still flushed with the heat of their almost earlier, her eyes bright and her smile wide.

“Aye, love. I look forward to it.”

The End

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thatnerdwolfnell · 4 years ago

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Pocky challenge: MC x Main six

The Pocky game is a party game played withPocky, a Japanese chocolate- or candy-coated biscuit snack. Two participants place the Pockybetween them “Lady and the Tramp” style, and try to be the last to hold onto the biscuit, often resulting in a kiss.

^coppied from google.

Ohohoho. Yes. Thank you. I love you. This would have been done yesterday, but I was a dumb bastard and I ran out of my meds so I was busy feeling like general shit. Sidenote: me and my uni friends used to do this with gummy bears before Covid because we have no shame I guess? Idk.

Pocky game Mc and Main 6

Asra:

He loves it. Even when you kiss him regularly he still loves the thrill and challenge of the game.

He has a bit of a competitive streak so if he has to he will full on kiss you and suck the slimy ass pocky out of your mouth. (I'm sorry for that image)

When he pulls out some strawberry pocky hes already got that cheeky knifecat smirk on his face.

He rattles the box a bit specifically to draw your attention

He gets that dark heavy sparkle in his eyes as he puts the strawberry end between his lips and just looks at you, completely still.

You try to hide your smile, you love when he gets like this.

Asra has a thing for games.

You shift over on the couch enough that you can take the end of end of the pocky in your teeth.

He leans in to take another bite and steadies you with an unexpected hand sliding up from the small of your back.

you raise an eyebrow

The corner of his mouth twitches up into a grin.

he takes a deep breath and holds it as he inches closer. He somehow has nibbling the pocky within millimeters down to a practiced skill and he always holds his breath when he starts getting close. It's a focus thing and probably to keep from moving too much. You can tell he expects to win.

You lace a hand through his hair gently anchoring at the nape of his neck, and bite off most of your end

He blinks in surprise and finally lets out his breath slow enough that it catches in his throat and sends goosebumps down your spine.

His face is so warm next to yours. You can hear his heartbeat, quick and shallow in his chest.

"Gib ub yet?" You ask. There's not much left of the pocky but you know he won't stop.

He grins around the pocky.

The hand on your back slides to your waist. The other skims along your thigh and you gasp slightly.

He doesn't break eye contact. You let out a shaky breath as he nibbles just enough off to keep your lips from touching. If you moved you could easily kiss him.

He plays dirty. He likes teasing you. Waiting for your next move.

You kiss him hard and push him down onto the couch taking the whole last bit of the pocky in your mouth and crunching down.

He tilts his head back and laughs his hair falling back into his face.

"mm I think you cheated" he smirks and leans in to kiss along your jaw

"So did you." You say. You grab another pocky and smooth his hair away from his face before you push off.

Nadia:

Well Nadia isn't really one for party games but she IS one for food. (I think we have a couple different canon scenes I could use as evidence here)

She's never heard of it but she's intrigued.

It's after dinner and you're both still at the table. This isn't something she would ever do in public

"If you wanted me to kiss you, all you had to do was ask...but if you'd rather earn it that can be arranged"

She takes a pocky and gently feeds the end in your mouth.

"If you drop it you'll have to earn my kisses some other way. And I'll be sure to make it a very long night."

She smiles sweetly with just a hint of a smirk and your heart skips a beat.

The way she looks at you with so much reverence, like you're one of her intricate, beautiful machines and she'll take you apart piece by piece just to understand every part.

She starts eating her end and you do the same. She somehow looks elegant with her lips pressed around the pocky and the heat of her breath condensing against the chocolate.

She pauses at the very last bit and let's you close the gap. Her lipstick tastes sweet and floral.

You deepen the kiss and run a hand along her shoulder.

She grabs you by the waist and leans you back against the table in one smooth movement without breaking the kiss.

One hand pins your wrist against the wood above your head while the other is still wrapped around your waist under your back so that it arches slightly.

"I didn't say you could do that, MC." There's amusement in her voice that draws in a low whisper.

She gently caresses down your neck stopping in the middle of your chest. "But I don't want to wait."

She kisses you and you kiss back letting your hands wander through her hair while she presses down over you.

"that's good, love. We should do this more often."

Julian:

He suggests it at the rowdy raven one night. A game he picked up in his pirate days.

"Come on, who's down for a little fun? Make the party more interesting."

Nadia rolls her eyes.

Portia immediately looks at you and pointedly tilts her head at Julian, wiggling an eyebrow suggestively.

You blush a little. You're about to volunteer to play when Lucio steps in.

"I'm up for the challenge. Give you a chance to get near my lips, hey Jules?"

If Julian is disappointed, he doesn't show it. He just grins and pulls out a pocky. "Alright that's the spirit!"

They move down the pocky rather fast and it's clearly a competition. Neither hesitates before meeting in the middle. Julian pulls of with a dramatic peck before pulling away just as fast.

"Anybody else?"

"I'll go!" You take your chance a little too quickly and you see Portia smile in the corner of your eye.

Ah MC. Perfect!" He seems surprised. Maybe a little flustered.

You take a pocky in your mouth and offer him the other end.

He blushes and leans in to start chipping at the biscuit.

He smells like salt and leather. You can feel his heartbeat in his lips moving the stick.

You lean in further, resting a hand on his knee as if for balance. He stiffens but you can see his smirk grow wider.

You both hesitate at the last little piece, caught in the moment of closeness. You start to move to take it and kiss him but he pulls away before you do.

You look at him startled. He's bright red and flustered.

"Ah. um MC I- I didn't think you were going to-"

He's been doing this. Avoiding you when he knows you both want it. You've had enough of that.

"Did you want to?"

He blinks. "What?"

"Kiss me. Did you want to?"

You hold him under your gaze and his eyes soften into something like longing. Or guilt. Or hunger.

"...yes." he says it simply and quietly. Like the only true thing he can find in a single soft word.

And you kiss him. You feel him melt into the kiss and he's kissing you back.

You hold his face in your hands and he pulls you in closer.

You can feel how much he wants this. Like water in the desert. His brow is furrowed in desperation. You break away.

The hurt in his eyes is obvious and you brush his hair out of his face rubbing a thumb along his cheek.

"Hey," you look him in the eyes and try to convey everything in that look. "I'm not going anywhere, you get that?"He nods.

"We can have this all the time." You say.

His eyes wander down your body. "All the time..." He repeats softly.

You kiss him again, much gentler this time. He pulls you in and you feel like THIS is how things were always supposed to be. And this is the life you want to have. With Julian and your friends, and everything right in the world.

Muriel :

He is a blushy boy. But he's been approaching things like this with curiosity, and maybe even wonder, even if it can be hard to tell.

He never refuses a touch or a kiss, and for a while you weren't sure he knew he COULD refuse.

You don't want to make him uncomfortable and you were worried he just tolerated it for your sake.

While he's been getting better, he still lacks awareness of what he wants and likes. You've been helping him figure out his boundaries after years of having them constantly violated and convincing himself that it doesn't matter.

When you told him he seemed surprised. "No, I like it, MC. I always like it." He made it clear that he would say no if he was uncomfortable, "like with cantaloupe or bananas." He said.

(Not eating foods he didn't like had been game changer. A lot of textures bother him.)

Since then he's been making more of an effort to initiate and touch has become something of communication for him.

Hand squeezes for comfort, an arm barring you from accidentally stepping in a rabbit hole, a touch on the shoulder to say "be careful", a nudge to say "look at this", a nuzzle into your neck to say "I love you"

It's just easier than talking. It's how he's always talked to Asra amd Inanna despite the telepathy.

But this is something different.

"But...why?" He asks as you take a pocky from the box. He's already blushing like crazy.

"Because it's fun." You say and you put the end in your mouth.

He frowns but you can see the amusement in his eyes.

He takes a small bite off the end and leans back chewing it curiously.

You laugh. "No, you're supposed to keep going and we hold on until we get to the middle."

"Oh." He leans back in and starts eating away at his end. He looks at you for confirmation, a look of confusion on his face.

You smile and inch closer.

He's bright red and you can feel the heat from his face and his heartbeat, strong and fast.

You both pause at the last bit, daring the other to make a move.

His green eyes are bright and sharp as they lock with yours for just a glance.

Then he closes the gap kissing you gently. Eyes closed, taking the last bit before moving away.

A hand rests on your waist and the other on your shoulder.

"Sorry, did you want the last bit?" You think he's teasing you, but the alarm in his eyes say he's completely serious.

You laugh "no, of course not. I just wanted to kiss you."

He smiles and pulls you into his arms. "I know. But I thought you still... might have wanted it." He shrugs.

He looks down at you and you feel his heart skip. "You could still taste it. ...if you wanted to that is."

What? His mouth twitches up into a slight smirk.

OH.

You kiss him for real this time. And you both end up on the floor of the hut laughing.

You kiss him again.

And he kisses you.

Again and again and again.

Portia:

Yeah she's definitely played before.

Something about the kitchen staff at the last masquerade?

Anyway the rowdy raven has gotten, well, rowdy.

Julian brought the pocky and there's enough overly competitive people in the room that there's been a few kisses.

Portia grabs the box from brother and shakes it teasingly in your direction.

"MC!" She winks. "How about it?"

Her face is flushed from Mazelinka's sangria that she snuck in (which you're pretty sure is actually just pure liquor) but Portia can hold her drink despite going red rather quickly.

You grin. "If you think you're up for it."

You get up and sit down next to her and move a piece of hair off her shoulder, resting your hand there longer than you need to.

She's beautiful when she's smiling like this, having fun.

You can't help a bit of a smile when she leans into your hand slightly while she takes out a pocky.

While you're distracted, she suddenly pokes the end into your mouth making you jump back in surprise.

"Mm hey!"

She just laughs leaning back in the booth letting her giggles fade with a snort.

"Don't drop it!" She says between laughs.

"I'b not!" The pocky is still hanging from your mouth and you wiggle it around for emphasis.

She leans forward and takes the other end in her mouth.

Her eyes sparkle and suddenly she's reaching her arms around your waist pulling you in closer

Your eyes widen and she smirks. You feel the exhale of a silent laugh on your skin.

You're so close and she's so warm. Your heart is pounding.

There isn't much left of the stick and you're not sure if–

Oh.

You didn't mean to but now your lips are together and they're warm and solid and everything seems to explode at once.

The last bit of pocky falls to the ground as you gasp.

She frowns slightly when you pull away, but she still has that self-satisfied expression.

You lean in again and lift your hand towards her face. Hesitating. Waiting for permission.

But then she gives you a look through her lashes. She glances again at your lips.

You tilt your head as you lean in and close your eyes, cradling her face in your hand and letting the other press against her waist.

She moves closer and you can feel her chest pressing against yours.

You pull her tighter and she makes a small delighted noise between a laugh and a gasp.

"Oh. I love this." You say between kisses.

She grins. "This'll be an adventure, hey?"

Lucio:

He sets the box of pocky on the table in front of you.

"You've heard of the pocky game right?"

You nod, unsure of where this is going. Normally Lucio is pretty straightforward about kissing you.

"Well how about a little wager? If you win I'll get you whatever the hell you want, a whole shopping spree of the finest jewels, clothes, whatever."

You nod again. "Alright and if you win?"

He shifts uncomfortably wringing his hands. "Well, if I win.... youhavetotakeCamiotohisvetcheckup."

You sigh. Oh god. So that's what this was about. Camio HATED the vet. That rascal of a bird would be screeching insults the whole time.

You could see why Lucio was trying to get out of it.

You love that little shit, but damn he could be annoying. He's the kind of bird that will hold a grudge for about a week, and he does not take vet trips lightly.

"Please?" Says Lucio, "and if we meet in the middle we go together."

"You realize that I could just say no and make you do it yourself, right?"

"But you're not going to because I'm your boyfriend and you love me?"

You frown.

"Okay but then you wouldn't get to kiss me. Plus Camio likes you more, he'll be nicer with you there."

You pause considering. It WOULD be good to have a buffer instead of leaving the poor vet with Camio and Lucio by themselves.

"Fine, but ONLY if you win, remember?"

"YES!" he eagerly grabs a pocky and sticks one end in his mouth.

You take the other end and start chewing as fast as you can.

He takes a moment to get his bearings and catch up but once he does you're both at the very end right before the middle.

Neither of you want to move, both trying to avoid the task.

You try to get him to back down by inching a little closer, but he stays put.

He moves the tiniest bit.

And then you kiss.

fuck.

"YES!" He shouts, jumping back in triumph.

"You have to come too, still." You say.

Yeah but i won't mind if you're there."

You sigh and lean back.

"Oh come on don't look like that. We'll do a half shopping spree. That seems more fair anyway. I get half a win, you get half a win."

You laugh. "Alright, alright. Where is that stupid bird anyway?"

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dai-png · 4 years ago

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Lessons~ Hawks

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"Y/n I believe we have been over this You have to cut the attitude, or other agencies won't want to work with us!", hawks explained. "This agency means a lot to me, and I need you to put more effort into it." You nodded, listening to the same agonizing mantra.

You rolled your eyes as you sat in front of his desk " Well Hawks, since you know how it should be, maybe you should teach me instead of repeating yourself every day", you said in a mocking tone.

Hawks walked over to his office door and locked it, while closing all the windows

He continued on over to his desk, standing in front of you. "You know that's not a bad idea but, before we do anything I would like your consent to touch you in any way I see fit."

You almost laughed in his face due to his ridiculous request, but you couldn't deny yourself such an opportunity. Yeah he pissed you off most of the time but he was such a sight to look at

You looked him up and . " Yes, you have my consent." You said

Hawks lifted you up and sat you on top of his desk; the faint smell of his cologne filling your nose. "Lesson 1....begins now, " He rasped.

You stayed quiet when you felt him nearing towards you, his dominating aura spilling out.

"You're pretty quiet for someone who always has some smart shit to say, Where's all that talk now, beautiful, hm?" He smirked

You squirmed underneath his gaze, knowing that he was full aware of your arousal.

Hawks was always very observant and nothing ever went unnoticed with him, it was truly scary sometimes, because he could be far away from you or the agency itself and he still knows everything that goes on.

You shifted your attention back to hawks and saw that he was tugging on the hem of your button down shirt. The air in the room becoming seemingly thicker as he played with one of the buttons.

"Wouldn't it be a shame if.... Oops." he said undoing a button; "I'm really sorry my finger slipped, but it bothers me that only one is undone, so it looks like i'm going to have to undo the rest." Hawks grinned

You grew irritated as his fingertips were just barely touching you. "Hawks how the fuck is this going to help me?" you muttered.

He grabbed your chin, closing the distance between you two. " You really need to learn how to shut. Up." He growled, keeping his face close to yours.

"You see Y/n, the reason I have you on top of this desk, touching you so faintly is because I want you to learn your place, If that means I have to fuck the attitude out of you, I will not fail to do so." He scoffed

You looked at him astonished by his words, but you wanted him to touch you even more because of it. Hawks continued to hover over you, observing your body language.

Getting impatient, you grabbed his tie pulling his body even closer to yours. He chuckled by the sudden move.

" Aww, Look at you becoming so bold."

He groaned, feeling the bulge in his pants growing bigger. "I'll ask you one more time before we do this y/n, do I have your consent to touch you in any way I see fit?" You let go of his tie and reassured him

" Yes you have my consent, I promise."

Hawks smiled, while trailing his fingers down your chest. His touch was gentle but his eyes were full of lust.

"I strive to make you ache for me beautiful, now be a doll for me and take off your bra, I mean I would do it myself but, I can't let you have too much of my touch without earning it, now can I?"

You shifted on top of his desk, doing as he said. You stared down at your bra as it fell to floor, leaving you completely exposed. Your nipples hardening as the cool air hit your chest. Even though you were staring at the floor you could see Hawks keeping a vigorous gaze on you.

He leaned down to place sloppy kisses on your neck and collar bone, his warm tongue sliding across your skin, it's almost enough to make you moan his name, but you know better than to give him the satisfaction.

"Playing the quiet game are we?, If you think that you can stay quiet for long then you've got it all fucked up angel." He rasped in your ear.

You squeaked as you felt him rubbing his middle and his forefinger against your slit. Your hips grinding further into his touch and the wet spot on the outside of your panties becoming more evident.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk, See now I have to draw back, because someone's being a greedy little slut." Hawks said taking his fingers away from your pussy.

You grew irritated and blurted words you knew you would regret " You probably couldn't get me off anyway." You shrugged

Hawks furrowed his eyes and reached under your skirt, grabbing the hem of your panties, jerking them down. His hands roughly grabbing your hips and pulling your unclothed pussy into him. You could feel his precum leaking through his dress pants.

" You talk a lot of shit, I think it's time I shut you up. Get on your knees like a good girl." Hawks threatened.

The anger radiating off of him made you realize he wasn't fucking around. You quickly got off of his desk and sunk down to the ground. Hawks pulled up a chair directly in front of you, sitting with his legs spread like he was some kind of god.

He stroked his dick at the sight of you being so vulnerable, his tip red from teasing it so much. He gathered his precum on his fingers and motioned for you to come closer.

" open your mouth and taste this, I want you to have a preview of what you will be tasting before you start choking around my dick."

You opened your mouth around swirled your tongue around his fingers letting the sticky substance marinate on your tongue. " I need more.", You thought. You had never thought you would be this fucking horny for a man that would work your nerves every single day. A man that had always criticized and annoyed the hell out of you.

But here you are, on your knees, wanting to beg for more. Wanting him to touch you in ways that no man or woman could ever imagine. You wanted him- no you needed him.

"Well angel, I'm waiting, hurry up and take me into that sweet mouth of yours." Hawks grinned

You hesitantly wrapped your lips around the head sucking it softly. You didn't really know what you were doing and Hawks caught on to that very quickly. " Do you need me to teach you how to do it?" He asked. His tone was a bit more sincere rather than mocking.

You shook your head yes and patiently awaited for his instructions.

" Don't take it all in your mouth at once just suction the head a little, yeah just like that." Hawks grunted, while guiding you.

His hands tangled in your hair to keep your head in place, you could feel his body tense up as his length touched the back of your throat. You gagged as tears swelled up in your eyes, the sensation almost becoming too much for you.

"F-Fuck angel that's it, look at you taking my dick like a champ." Hawks chuckled. His Groans becoming louder as you bobbed your head up and down, your throat tightening around him.

He looked so good like this, his head thrown back with low lidded eyes, looking down at you. His groans were so deep and sultry sounding. Listening to him made your pussy wet. You reached down to touch yourself, gliding your fingers against your slick.

Hawks grip on your hair tightened as he pulled you off of him, " What the fuck do you think you're doing, he said raising his brow. " Do you need to be touched that bad angel?" He laughed

"No that's not it I just-" You tried to say, but you were taken back by hawks guiding you too his lap.

"Well since you're so damn eager, come and sit on this dick, come and show me who's boss why don't you? He teased.

You sat in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck while, slowly sliding down on his girthy dick. You winced a little from how much he filled you up, the mixture of pain and pleasure taking over your body

You looked at hawks whose body was all tensed and frozen, you rotated your hips around him just to get used to how big he was. But your hips came to a halt when you felt a hand wrap around your throat.

F-fuck, quit playing around and just start bouncing already, please? He begged.

"Please?!" you thought. Hawks was never the type of person to beg for anything.

Hawks was always a very dominating man, a man that never let his guard down for anybody. Always wanted people to obey and take commands but right now that seemed to be dismissed.

His hips bucking up into you, out of anticipation, just waiting for you to do something, anything

You took advantage of his vulnerability and slid down on him, painfully slow. You smiled at how he squirmed underneath you, whimpering like you were his mistress.

"Damn it Y/n I swear- you have one more chance to quit teasing me or else" Hawks warned.

You raised one eyebrow and smirked at him. "Or what Ha-........ You were silenced by him lifting you up and walking from the chair to the couch in his office.

He laid you down and pinned you all in one swift movement. " Alright beautiful I let you have your fun but now it's my turn, so get on all fours and arch it for me. He smirked

You turned your body around without any hesitation and placed your ass up in the highest position it could go. You pushed your ass back against him wiggling it a bit, still not wanting to give him that full satisfaction.

"Is that an invitation sweetheart"? "Well if you insist."

Hawks gripped your hips slowly pushing in. You moaned feeling him stretch you once more. His precum leaking inside you.

He loved the way you felt around him, so warm and inviting. His dick dragging along side your sopping walls was just enough to make you wail

"What, does that feel good? Those deep and slow strokes just penetrating your little hole." Hawks chuckled

You wanted to retaliate and say something back but he was just making you feel so damn good.

"Feels so good Hawks-, ahh please." You purred

You started push back on him, matching his thrusts, your slippery pussy was gripping him so tightly. Your hands gripped the sides of the couch as he pounded you even harder

Nothing but The sounds of his balls slapping your clit and the squelching of your pussy, filling the room.

"Hah- quit squeezing around me like that or I'll-" Hawks breathed out

He was losing his control his thrusts becoming sloppier and his groans getting louder as each second passed. He leaned down and aligned his mouth on your neck.

"Come on baby, don't hold back, let it go for me." He soothed

You reached down and rub your clit vigorously, feeling your walls convulse and throb around his dick.

Hawks breath staggered as he felt you let go around him, your pussy was tugging at his dick over and over again, wanting to drain his cum filled balls.

Damn, you look so pretty cumming all over my dick."

Hawks pulled out, turning you over onto your back. " Open your mouth for me beautiful, and take all of my cum, don't you dare let a drop go to waste."

He grunted, while fisting his dick a few times, before spilling his seed at the back of your throat. You took all of it, obeying him like a good girl.

Hawks soon collapsed on the couch with you, His wings covering and embracing the both of you.

I hope you're prepared beautiful, because lesson two starts tomorrow.

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notchesandbullets · 4 years ago

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Trouble in the Tavern (Jealous!Shin-ah x Reader)

[Slight spoilers for manga chp 65]

He's jealous, so it gets steamy towards the end. If that's not for you, probably don't read this one. Next one will be more lighthearted.

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The Happy Hungry Bunch had stopped in a nearby town just outside of the Kai Empire. Yona had performed her dance and you badly wanted to tease Hak about how he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Instead, you were drinking away your sorrows because of a certain blue dragon. You wished he would look at you how Hak looked at Yona, but you supposed you couldn't win it all. The others had set up camp outside of the town so as to not draw any unwanted attention, and you had missed the way Shin-ah's eyes followed you as you left for the tavern.

You took another swing of the bottle in front of you, mind wandering aimlessly.

Shin-ah was a force to be reckoned with.

He had grown so much since the start of your journey, and you wished that he would allow you to be there for him as much as he was there for you. He had a habit of watching from the sidelines in silence until intervention was needed, usually between a bickering Jae-ha and Hak.

The booth that you were settled in was red leather, mimicking Yona's hair. You took another sip of the alcohol, wincing as it burned down your throat. Your head knocked back, banging against the dirty wooden wall behind you.

Time to dance.

There was faint music that wasn't very loud, but you just felt like dancing. There were already some present on the floor, and judging by their movements, they were pretty intoxicated. You took your place alongside them, in an empty space and began to sway your hips to the music. Your eyes closed as you let the beats flow over you.

Foreign hands settled on your hips, and you felt a body behind you. Your eyes shot open, immediately going to slap their hands off of your body, but they held you there, making you unable to turn around.

Your lips curled back in a snarl, desperately trying to break free of their grasp. Someone else stepped in front of you, and you looked up, meeting the gaze of an unfamiliar man.

"Eh... What do you think, man?" The voice, you didn't recognize it.

"She'll do. She's quite a beauty after all..." He leered at you, face going to sniff your hair.

You cringed away from him, but your movements were sloppy.

Dang it.

You've had too much to drink.

You felt panic rise in your chest, tightening your throat as they dragged you away. Normally, you'd be able to take them on, no problem, but this time they had caught you off guard. There was no way for you to fight them off.

I shouldn't have drank so much.

His grip has transferred from your hips to your arms, and you could feel the bruises forming underneath his fingertips.

But as the fear set in, their disgusting hands were wrenched from your body. You watched in awe as familiar white fur flooded your vision. Shin-ah let out a low growl at the sight of the bruises on your skin and continued to beat up the men now laying on the ground before you.

He still had his sword strapped to his back, but the swordsman didn't need it. He kept punching them until blood poured from their mouths.

By now, everyone was looking. You faintly heard someone screaming and others were cheering him on, but your gaze was trained on the normally reserved Seiryuu.

He drew back, standing menacingly above them, chest heaving. His body was practically vibrating in fury, and he barely held himself back from taking away their ability to breathe. The two barely conscious men cowered in fear at the sight of the fearsome masked man before them.

"Don't ever touch her again." Shin-ah snarled, baring his teeth threateningly.

How he longed to kill them and unleash the power of his eyes so that could feel excruciating pain before they left this world for good, but he had another priority.

He turned his attention back towards you, cupping your chin tenderly, inspecting you for injuries.

"Are you alright?" His soft voice reached your ears and your head spun at the contrast between the sweet Shin-ah in front of you compared to the raging dragon that he was a few seconds ago.

You shakily nodded your head, and he frowned, not at all liking how terrified they managed to make you in such a short span of time. He took your hand gently in his, leading you away from them and back to camp. He kept you close to his side the whole way there, you were practically tucked in his side, away from anyone's prying eyes.

Before you knew it, you were standing before three bewildered dragons, a very confused Hak, a concerned Yona and a scolding Yoon.

"We weren't supposed to attract any attention!!" Yoon shouted at the two of you, and you hid behind Shin-ah, his broad back shielding you from view and the pretty boy's vicious reprimanding.

Shin-ah dipped his head in apology, and Yoon huffed, eyes suddenly becoming curious. "What did you do anyways?"

He wordlessly held up his hands and gasps of shock could be heard from all around.

"Shin-ah!"

"That looks bad..."

"Oh no, what happened?!"

You peeked around him, jaw dropping in shock at the blood that crusted his knuckles.

Your wide eyes trained on him, filled with guilt. You sobered up fast. As Yoon moved to treat them, you reached out your hand, silently asking to do it instead. He handed them to you a little bit reluctantly, unsure if you'd be able to properly treat them in your drunken state, but your eyes were clear so he took a chance.

As you led him away from the campsite and into the forest, you couldn't stop the rising shame. He had to come save you, again. This wasn't the first time it had happened, and you couldn't help but feel bad that he was always looking out for you.

It's like I'm a kid that needs to be looked after... You thought venomously to yourself.

Shin-ah tilted his head, wondering why you looked angry. He hoped it wasn't aimed at him. He knew that he acted a bit out of character, but he never wanted to see that terror on your face again. It didn't belong there.

You gestured for him to take a seat at the base of the tree so that you could tend to his injuries, but he refused.

"Shin-ah, let me look at them." You insisted, going to swipe the ointment Yoon palmed him out of his hands.

You frowned when he sidestepped you, huffing and placing your hands on your hips.

"Stay still!!"

Lunging for him again, you lost your footing as your intoxicated mind miscalculated the distance between you two and you crashed straight into his chest. A blush bloomed across your cheeks, and you vaguely registered how he stiffened underneath you. You pulled back, apologizing profusely for making him uncomfortable, all while kicking yourself internally.

Idiot. We've been over this.

Holding out your hand for the medicine, he reluctantly caved and gave it to you. As you cleaned his cuts in silence, your bottom lip wobbled dangerously as the events of the night finally started to catch up with you.

Fingers that didn't belong to you gently brushed away the tears you hadn't realized were rolling down your face and you sniffled, wiping your eyes furiously.

He didn't say anything, but his nostrils flared as he saw the discolored skin on your upper arms and wrists. Outstretching his hand, his fingers barely brushed against the bruises, recoiling as he heard your breath hitch.

You caught his wrist before he could pull away, shaking your head furiously. "No, Shin-ah. Please don't leave."

He had no intentions of doing anything of the sort and his mouth set in a hard line at how insecure you were at the moment as a direct result of what those men had done to you. The corner of his lip curled back in disgust as he remembered what could have happened if he had arrived a minute later.

Your gaze lowered, mistaking his silence for another thing entirely. "I'm really sorry, please don't be angry at me."

His head snapped up in shock at your quiet whimper and he moved before he knew what he was doing.

Your eyes shot open as you were crushed in a tight hug, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes for another reason now.

"I'm not... angry at you." He told you quietly.

After you didn't say anything, he sighed, admitting softly, "I'm sorry... I should have... been there sooner."

You pulled back to look him in the eye, disbelief swimming in the depths of your gaze. "Shin-ah, there's no way this is in any way, your fault. I should have at least gotten Jae-ha to come with me so that this sort of thing didn't happen, but I figured he earned the time off."

His body tensed next to yours at the mention of the green dragon's name and you shuffled out of his arms sheepishly.

"Ah... it was stupid of me. I'll make sure to ask him next time, okay? So then you won't have to come looking for me anymore." Hugging your arms close to your body, you suppressed a shiver as his eyes locked on yours.

"No."

You tilted your head, confused. "Shin-ah?"

"No." The blue dragon ground out through clenched teeth. First the men, and now Jae-ha. He had waited too long. "I will go with you next time."

Lifting an eyebrow in astonishment, you hastily tried to repair the damage you thought you had done. "You really don't have to, I don't want to be a bother—"

The low growl that emitted from the back of his throat had you freezing.

"You're not." He nearly spat, beyond upset that you still believed you were bothering them with the most minor of things. He didn't blame you, fully aware of what happened to you to make you think like that, but he couldn't stand thinking that the girl he loved thought that she wasn't even worth the attention or effort from her friends. "I'm coming with you."

You were thick-headed, dense and in denial. "Shin-ah, you really don't have to—"

He groaned in frustration, surging forward and smashing his lips onto yours. The rage he had felt earlier when he saw those men touch you without your permission coupled with the jealousy coursing through his veins when you mentioned the seductive green dragon had become too much for him to restrain himself.

You squeaked in surprise at the forwardness of his kiss, caught off-guard by how fervently he was moving his lips against yours. Breaking out of your trance that this was really happening, you responded with vigor, sighing blissfully as he detached himself from your soft lips and began trailing kisses and bites along your jaw and neck.

"Shin-ah..." Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he found your pulse point, curses flying from your mouth when he sucked on it harshly.

It was so unlike him that it had you practically purring for more. Even when he was worked up, he was just as gentle as ever, if not a little passionate.

His hands started to roam over your body, sliding underneath your thighs to hoist you onto his lap, not once pulling away from your intoxicatingly soft skin. Neck bared for him and only for him, he panted heavily, pressing his lips back to yours insistently.

Your mind had grown so hazy with the overwhelming flood of sensations that you barely heard him talking to you.

"What?"

The low chuckle made you bite your lip shyly.

"I said..." Shin-ah repeated, pecking your forehead sweetly. "You're mine."

A playful smile tugged on the corner of your lips and your eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh?"

He nodded firmly and you giggled.

"Do I get a say in this?"

You saw him flush deeply and laughed out loud, knowing that if it were any other time, that would've been the first thing he would've asked you. You took a gander at what you thought spurred this out-of-character streak.

"Shin-ah, were you jealous?"

"Yes." He didn't even blink.

Moaning softly as he worked over the column of your throat, he asked timidly, so unlike the bravery he had displayed before. "... Be mine?"

And in the night of your solitude, you found solstice in the blue dragon. Eyes softening, you captured his lips tenderly with yours. "Shin-ah, I would be most honored."

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senju-sekhmet · 4 years ago

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The Leash (Part 8)

Summary: Your rescue was supposed to be as smooth as these missions can be. However very quickly, Tobirama faces off against an enemy that has no form, color or smell - and time is running short, very fast. Unless he figures out what truly holds you hostage, your life will be lost. Warnings (for the finished work): Blood, illness, descriptions of heavy injuries and graphic violence, torture (both depicted and implied), needles, morally grey territory, human experimentation, panic attacks, character death, angst with a happy ending ~6200 words (this chapter, finished work: 80.000) Previous: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7 Read on AO3! Disclaimer below the cut! Updated again, yAAAY!!

DISCLAIMER! Next part of the split! a bit longer. and not as soon as I hoped, gosh dangerit. But! Hopefully I’ll get the next one out a lot quicker. This chapter is a little bit special as I tried to incorporate something of a real intensive care take into what is happening as well as my own... ideas about how they'd deal with it all. Let me know what you think! Other than that: enjoy my very self indulgent work, filled with my own headcanons and angst galore. Let me know what you think and thank you so much for reading!!!! ______ It took him a moment to get his bearings again. Hashirama’s back was turned towards him, he was sitting in a chair by your side. The setting sun’s red light illuminated the room in warm hues Tobirama might have appreciated were it not for the sheer sense of dread he felt budding inside of him. The dreary exhaustion was swept away as he stepped closer slowly. Peripherally he picked up a weak pulse of chakra with sensor skills - nothing uncommon for him if he came close enough to a source. Usually he had to actively tap into his sensory skills in order to pick anything up, but if the signal was strong enough, it almost forced itself upon him. Right now, it most likely was your body. As Tobirama rounded the bed he saw your face: pale - paler than before, he was sure - and sweaty. You were taking shallow, hushed breaths while the odd whimper escaped your lips every now and then. Truth be told, Tobirama only remembered you trashing and writhing the last time the withdrawal had set in - now, you simply squirmed, sometimes.

Your expression was far from peaceful though. It was a grimace of sheer pain. Jaw taut, a frown etched onto your forehead and the eyes so tightly, your skin was in wrinkles.

Hashirama was holding your hand, his eyes were closed. An epitome of calmness next to your misery. Tobirama didn’t want to disturb his concentration lest he’d cause you even more torment so for a moment, he stood by the other side of the bed, helplessly witnessing your suffering. The dread had become the painfully familiar constriction of his chest again, every beat of his heart stabbed as he could only let his shoulders hang low.

It was wrong. He should never have agreed to let you suffer like this. The promise you had him make was a hollow echo in his ears. You probably wouldn’t want him to berate himself like this. But how couldn’t he? How couldn't he, when this was the result of the decision? Of course, the cruel logic behind this was clear to him - painfully so.

But if these past few days had been anything but logical every so often.

Hashirama cleared his throat, slowly. “Tobirama,” he greeted, quietly. He didn’t open his eyes.

Tobirama jumped at the opportunity. “How is she?”, he demanded swiftly, keeping his voice low but making no effort to stow back on the urgency.

Hashirama didn’t respond directly, which only served to irritate Tobirama slightly. “It’s difficult,” he began finally, “Initially we were able to stave off the brunt of the withdrawal by sealing her chakra away,” Tobirama’s blood near froze in his veins, his eyes widened slightly, “But it’s been picking up since. Her blood pressure has been dropping and I’ve been noticing signs of inflammation primarily along her blood vessels but also the heart and lungs." He paused momentarily, uttering a hum of ponder. "The reaction overall is similar to sepsis at this point. Likely the body trying to clear out the leash physically now that her chakra can't interact with it anymore.”

Tobirama couldn’t help himself now. He had to know - to see - with a fine tremor in his hand and a raspy breath he took a step closer to grasp the blanket that covered you and pull it lower, very slowly. As lightly as he could. You stirred as the cloth moved, a feeble shudder of your weak body, but no more. On your chest he could already make out the ink markings of the chakra seal on your bare chest. The sight stole alone his breath momentarily. He violently swallowed down the lump in his throat.

He had believed seeing you weak, tortured, a shadow of your former self - that was one of the worst parts about all of this - he had been wrong.

This. This was worse. It all painted a new horrible picture for what it implied.

There were more seals on your glistening skin - both of your arms and your heart, each of them with a parchment in their center that had been soaked in herbs whose smell each he knew well. Tobirama recognized these: one was stabilising your cardiovascular system both through the seal’s effect itself but also by letting the herbal agent be applied transdermally. The fact you already bore it - the Ione on your heart to make it pump stronger - was a grim sign. The other two were strong pain and sedation medications. Were anyone other than his brother here, he’d probably have refused to wait any longer with the next dose.

He pulled the blanket back up again and crossed his arms in front of his chest as if that helped to reinforce his broken, guilty resolve about all this. “Tell me more,” he requested firmly, eyes never leaving your gaunt face now. This is the only way, he kept telling himself.

“Mito and I drew the chakra seal. It is temporary and can be opened and closed, I’ll show you later. When Y/n gets the next dose and is in her lucid phase, we can open it again for her comfort,” Hashirama consoled quickly. Whether or not he had taken note of what Tobirama had done, he didn’t care right now. It was a slight relief. Maybe you hadn’t felt any of it. Maybe.

“She’s rather still, anija,” Tobirama whispered, now with more worry and firmness. "You sedated her?"

His brother hummed affirmatively. “We … were forced to, indeed.” The hesitance was clear in his tone.

“I see.” Tobirama’s in turn was grave. His next question he blurted out before he was even sure whether he wanted to know the answer. Who was he kidding? Of course he did. “I surmise otherwise, she wouldn’t be still enough to be monitored like this,” to put it lightly. He didn’t have the stomach right now to utter: Otherwise you’d be screaming from the top of your lungs and writhing like you were on fire.

Just like the last time you had been in withdrawal.

Just like the prisoners had explained.

Hashirama appeared to be grateful for Tobirama’s rare show of more neutral words. “You are correct.” The admission didn’t hurt any less for it.

“What about the other seals?” Tobirama demanded then, though of course Hashirama would know that Tobirama was aware of what they did. What he really wanted to know was how bad off you were. For all Tobirama knew, you might be carrying more of those already.

“I was forced to draw these a bit ago as the physical symptoms started to kick in worse again,” he replied evenly. “I first tried oral medication, but the effect was too weak. And administering it was ineffective.”

By ineffective, he meant impossible. You probably quite violently refused anything. Tobirama’s eyes widened slightly at the implication though. It meant your condition was worse enough that without these seals - the seal on your heart to support your cardiovascular system, really - you’d most likely be teetering on the brink of death than life. His hands bunched the fabric of his black shirt. “Exactly how much support does she need right now?” he demanded now, still not daring to step closer.

Hashirama gave a low sigh, but still did not open his eyes nor move his hand from yours. “It’s bearable. Due to the seal, the disruption is impairing her dormant chakra only, but it is not fighting back of course. The symptoms are being caused by her body’s physical reaction which we’re controlling with the medication and the other seals, for now. I’m simply monitoring. It’s just the three seals, Tobirama.”

He was not calmed down at all. “Still, you’ve already been forced to draw this to improve her cardiovascular situation.” Tobirama stated flatly, the neutral kindness gone. He started to paint a pretty dismal picture of your situation without even having examined you already.

Hashirama noticed, too. “And we can still increase the support of these seals. The fever is being kept in check, and while I admit her body is reacting physically, for now it is mostly symptomatic of the withdrawal rather than an actual damaging inflammatory reaction. I’d wager we even have a little bit more time before we have to give her the next dose of the leash.”

It should have served to put him at ease. And yet - “As if that should be our only concern,” Tobirama shot back, voice suddenly caustic. Your pained grimace was testament to the fact you were walking through hell once more and here he was, deliberating how long he could prolong it.

His stomach roiled as his breathing became jittery again. He had to close his eyes lest his brother witnessed his possibly glistening eyes; or at the very least the obvious pain in his glance. It wasn't as though he wanted to hide it - he just needed to be alone with it.

Hashirama was a very understanding person, after all.

And because of that he picked up on it nonetheless. “Y/n wanted this, brother.” It was all he said. Tobirama didn’t want to hear anything, anyway. There was nothing anyone could say about all of this.

Another concern hit him then, distancing himself quickly from the biting cynicism that rose up inside of him. “What about the amount of chakra overload? The seals will aggravate that,” he subconsciously stepped closer, more and more wishing to just see for himself how you really fared. Nonetheless his tone was demanding again.

“That is correct,” Hashirama agreed quickly, but calmly. “And I won’t lie, we are pushing the limit here. But given our options, it is the safest route. It is manageable right now however.”

Tobirama frowned and wondered if he truly did agree with that statement. Following blindly - even his brother’s no doubt superior medical expertise - just wasn’t in him. Especially when it concerned you. “Overload symptoms would be similar to what she is experiencing now, though," he countered tersely.

Hashirama inhaled deeply. “Which is why we’ll need to continue to watch carefully, even after she gets the dose. It’s not a perfect solution, but so far it’s working. If it happens to become too intense, then we know to cut the interval shorter again to lessen the needed seals.”

The words caused a sudden surge of ire through his dismal demeanor. All of this sounded more like experimentation rather than a real course of action. Not that his brother could know any better, but it still didn’t make him appreciate it any more. He forcibly took deep breaths in order to not snap again, but the ire was a welcome distraction from the utter despair that had taken over.

Hashirama opened his eyes then finally and his dark eyes gave him a warm glance. Tobirama instantly frowned, concerned it may hamper with his focus - but before he could speak, his brother did. “Take a seat, look for yourself. I know you want to.”

He didn’t have to say it twice. Tobirama grabbed one of the chairs swiftly and placed it on the other side of your bed, taking a seat then. Gingerly, he took your hand in his and closed his eyes to let his chakra meet your network and begin to examine you.

It was a mess. The first thing he noticed was the complete absence of a chakra flow - it was frozen in its tracks. And while before there certainly had been the many injuries you had yet to properly recover from, now there was a war raging in your body. Manageable. That was the word Hashirama had used. Tobirama himself would not go beyond that, if even. There was hardly a part of yourself not affected by all this; anywhere he looked he found signs of inflammation, microscopic injury in the tissue that was attacked, torn down and at the same time, rebuilt. The picture was similar to sepsis, as his brother had said indeed: your own body’s reaction to the leash was, ultimately, killing you. The leash itself seemed to cause damage on its own, but it was minor compared to the damages your own body was doing to yourself by trying to fend it off. At this point it was just a matter of time until that got too bad. After all, it already had begun to cause a capillary leak on a scale that required outward support to keep your blood pressure up. Your heart rate was elevated for compensation, and your organs each showed signs of damage due to said leak as well as the inflammation itself.

His focus needed to be extremely sharp to even make out traces of the leash in the rush of your frantically beating heart - intense scrutiny that surely wouldn’t go unnoticed by you. He withdrew quickly. Tobirama knew the leash would be latched - branded, almost - to your blood at this point. That easily explained why no part of your body was spared - just like in a real sepsis. Though he noticed the heart and lungs seemed to be affected more, too, as Hashirama had mentioned - examining them closer, he found the reaction here was particularly bad. Your lungs, as the extremely thin tissue of the alveoles were extremely affected by this - again, just like in sepsis. It was a matter of time until breathing problems would ensure. Your heart, as it strained to fight for a stable blood pressure while being inadequately perfused, suffering tissue damage on a microscopic scale, for now. At the very least, this might affect you immediately - but Tobirama found none of these damages couldn’t be healed, either.

Just not now.

Frankly, he hadn’t expected to feel better after this, exactly. However to witness the battle that was going on inside of you - one you were losing, ultimately, always - it added a new dimension to the sorrow and heartache he was feeling. Even though right now he felt the hum of the seals that had been painted on you and their effects - strengthening you - he felt nothing but helplessness to bear witness to your suffer firsthand and do nothing but to figure out how to prolong it. It didn’t just hurt his heart - it wrenched it around, tore at it. He didn’t want to do this.

Promise me.

He had promised you.

With a broken sigh, he withdrew and slumped back in the chair, eyes on your gaunt, pained face. His vision was blurry.

“Tobirama,” Hashirama’s voice startled him. With this dismal sight and the lingering extortion from his shadow clone stunt, which his body certainly had not forgotten, concentration was becoming touch and go as his thoughts circled in dark places. “The sedative will begin to wear off, soon. For the next dose, I’d rather she be more awake to ensure she can swallow it properly.”

Tobirama closed his eyes and already knew how this would go down. Another one for the list of things he’ll have a hard time forgiving himself. But he had to. He had to. Slowly, he rubbed a palm over his face. “Very well,” he replied, seeing reason in this too, of course.

They sat in silence for another two hours, almost. During the time, your writhing had picked up slowly - from a flex of your legs’ or arms’ muscles to weak movement. Slowly but surely sounds were picking up too - huffs or grunts at first, but later on there were quiet groans and incoherent mumbles mixed in. You never opened your eyes. Hashirama ended up increasing the heart’s seal’s intensity somewhat, all of which Tobirama watched while he monitored you diligently. He felt absolutely crushed in every sense - physically, emotionally, mentally. But sleep never came to his mind. The least he could do was be here with you, even if you might not notice it. But if anything were to happen - he’d be here. He’d sleep when you did. A little. And then continue to work once his condition allowed it again.

“It’s time,” Hashirama announced finally. “Her blood pressure has been sinking continuously and the damage that is caused by the withdrawal ultimately is becoming too intense now. I don’t want to push her beyond this.”

What a relief. Tobirama already had procured the next dose of the leash previously. Administering it now wouldn’t be as simple as the last times, however. With a heavy sigh, he rose to his feet, as did Hashirama.

“Y/n,” Tobirama spoke softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Can you hear me?” It was worth a try. Though he had little hope for it.

And he was right. Your reaction was lackluster, only a low groan as your head trashed to the other side.

“I’ll open her jaw,” Tobirama instructed his brother, numb now. Devoid of any emotion but to simply do this swiftly. “Hold her head.” Hashirama nodded and already seized each side of it with his hands, which you responded to by uttering yet another tormented moan.

Tobirama’s heart was hammering in his chest again - at this point he had just waited for that to happen, and his breathing was nearly as raspy as yours when he took another step closer to seize your jaw in the dreadfully familiar way again. Once more utter horror overcame him for having to do this to you. It grew worse when he felt how you were trying to trash your head to the side, but your movement was pitiful at best. “It’ll be better soon, Y/n, I promise,” he whispered brokenly, though he knew you couldn’t hear him.

Tobirama was tormented by how easy, compared to last time, the pressure behind your mandibular bone made it protrude, enabling him to shift the grip slightly to force your mouth more open with his thumb on your chin. A shiver ran down his spine. The hand that held the vial containing the leash shook slightly. You protested louder in what definitely was an even more painful groan, a sweaty, trembling hand reaching for Tobirama’s on your jaw. “Don’t,” he pleaded instantly, desperately.

Don’t make it worse.

Swiftly, he poured the leash into your mouth and shut it quickly before you had a chance to cough it back up. With pressure on your cricoid, the constriction of your airway was forcing you to swallow it before the breathing trouble became too uncomfortable. It was brutal, Tobirama knew. But it was the safest way to ensure you really drank all of this. Immediately, he and Hashirama withdrew from you.

You stilled completely.

Time for the next act of this nightmare, whose end was approaching way too fast and yet not fast enough.

_______

As per usual, Tobirama ensured you’d sleep for the terrible psychotropic effects of the drug. However Hashirama noted it was better to use a sedative this time, as they needed to avoid any use of chakra on your strained body for now. He agreed reluctantly - by this point he knew it couldn’t interfere with the leash’s effect, in any way. Besides, Hashirama also stated he needed to monitor you further - especially watch for signs of chakra overload as well as controlling the seals. Likely, your cardiovascular situation will improve enough to be stable on your own.

Tobirama nearly shouted at his brother when he used the word ‘likely’. If he thought it was just likely then they had gone too far. And just as likely Tobirama felt like smacking his brother for sheer stupidity right then. He didn’t of course, ultimately and begrudgingly yielded to his brother's expertise. However it didn't stop him from sternly reminding him about how fragile and susceptible your mind was due to every sensation heightened -

"Be careful," he warned, rather, threatened. "Do not agonize her unnecessarily."

Hashirama rolled his eyes. "I'm doing what I have to. No more and no less, brother." Despite everything, he remained calm.

It provided little comfort, but he saw no option but to add it to the list of necessary things they had to do to you. Tobirama’s frustration was palpable at this point.

Nonetheless, all of this just showed it was time to rest, as much as he hated it. Sleep was inconvenient, but needed alas. And once more he found himself at your shared home, alone. Luckily enough, the exhaustion was great enough to claim him quickly after he had laid down, but the forlorn feeling was seeping through every crack. With every passing day, this house felt colder and lonelier. The burden he carried strained him to a point where numbness was spreading inside of him. He felt spent, at the end of his wits. His sleep was dead, dreamless.

And a little longer than he wanted it to be. He woke again with a startle - his gaze sought out the clock mounted on the wall right away. It was somewhat past midnight. Damn. You should be awake by now. He rubbed a hand over his face to wipe away the last traces of sleep before he washed himself, got dressed and teleported to your room right away.

_______

The withdrawal was one of the worst things you had ever gone through. It easily was on par with some of the torture you had suffered.

It had begun as you remembered it - you became weaker with each passing minute. Then came the dizziness. Your consciousness slipped in and out. An ache settled into your bones, your muscles, your nerves, that was all too familiar - dim, at first, but it increased more and more. It wasn’t long before it felt like molten lava rolled through your veins, alongside your nerves, through your lungs with every breath you took - you were being burned out from the inside slowly, cruelly. Split apart and yet not dying.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to writhe away, shake it off, rip your skin off, do anything - but you couldn’t. Something held you suspended in darkness with proverbial chains winding around you tightly, everything else was black nothingness. Nobody to hear your screams, nobody aware of your agony - all by yourself in a hell that wasn’t ending. At first, you were trying to tell yourself this was what you wanted: you had to give Tobirama - yourself - more time. Otherwise they’d run out of this damn murder drug before they could recreate it. But this? This wasn’t worth living, was it?

Had the chains around you not seized your throat, you’d have begged for someone to kill you. End your misery.

I’m sorry, Tobirama.

Forgive me.

You circled around these two sentences over and over again while the torture wasn’t ending.

Peripherally, you had been aware - at first, when the withdrawal had begun to set in - of someone’s chakra inside of you - Hashirama, you realised, dimly. It had made sense. Tobirama would need to work. Try as much as you wanted to, but you couldn’t work around the dizziness and the pain that had been roaring through your systems at that point already. And just as lightly you realised something was done to you - but no more you could distinguish what it was. It eased the pain, somewhat. Briefly. You wanted to thank him yet couldn’t form words; either it was exhaustion or another side effect of the withdrawal. Were it not for your dreary state you knew you’d be overrun by panic due to the helplessness. You simply had to trust those around you.

But that had gone out of the window piece by piece as the symptoms became worse and worse. You felt your grip on yourself losing as pain became your only reality.

Suddenly though, it was all over. The pain was gone as though it had never existed. You nearly screamed in joy.

And another terribly familiar sensation kicked in.

The nightmares.

They had given you the next dose of the leash - you had lived, you dimly realised. Part of you wanted to cheer, but of course you wouldn’t get to do that. With all you had just gone through, this time around, the bizarre horror trips you suffered from during the first phase of the leash would gladly take inspiration from now.

But the usually crystal clear scenarios were muddled images at best - red hot iron being pressed into your flesh agonisingly slowly. Darkness, loneliness. It still was frightening - but not as precise as it usually was. Perhaps the leash had done permanent damage to your brain. Who knew. In a twisted, grotesque way you were thankful.

Your perception of pain had become extremely skewed.

Someone else was lingering, though. A presence. They were watching you - you knew - and you didn’t like it. Nothing came from them, but you knew better than that. Presences like this greatly unnerved you. It couldn’t mean anything good.

Soon, you, the nightmares, everything - faded into dull sensations only. After that, a warm nothingness overtook you and you finally were allowed to sleep.

When you opened your eyes again, the room was dimly lit by the nightstand’s lamp. Someone was touching your hand - you turned your head slightly to find Hashirama next to you. Still, you had blink several times before you truly recognized him; truth be told you felt like a giant rock had rolled over you. Distantly you were aware of the fact he was monitoring you - his chakra was but a shadow in your system, so light, almost unnoticeable. Something else was bothering you though - but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Missing - something was missing. Quickly, you realised what it was: your chakra. You couldn’t feel your chakra at all - the sluggish, tardy sensation it had become was gone.

Instantly, panic settled in and your breathing picked up. “I- I can’t,” you began, voice raspy. Moving your jaw was as though you had to force it through jelly or something equally gooey, the muscle wouldn’t quite obey you. But that didn’t matter. Your chakra - where was your chakra? You wanted to get up, but your arms wouldn’t obey you - your pulse picked up rapidly and breathing was getting difficult again.

Hashirama shook his head, “We had to seal it off, don’t worry,” he explained swiftly, already pulling the blanket down with his free hand. In utter horror you noticed there were seals drawn not just on your chest but your arms as well. Your heartbeat was through the roof by now as your panicked gaze kept looking everywhere. He put his thumb, index and middle finger right on your sternum where the center of what you recognized belatedly was a rather complex chakra seal was located. His fingertips glowed for a moment, then he twisted his wrist.

A second later, your beloved, useless chakra was back.

You gulped and swallowed past the lump in your throat, trying to even out your breaths again. He put the blanket back over you again and regarded you with a smile, though you could easily tell his warm gaze was burdened with worry. Unlike Tobirama, Hashirama wore his moods on his sleeve. “How are you feeling?”

You blinked a couple times again, still reeling from the sudden burst of panic. Then, after a deep breath, “I’ve… been better.” To put it lightly.

He frowned sympathetically. “No doubt about it.”

You didn’t want to wait any longer. “How long… how long did we gain?”, you desperately hoped this exercise had been worth something. At all.

His smile became more mirthful. “Six hours.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Frankly, you were unsure if you should be happy or horrified by that. To you, it had felt like an eternity. And yet six hours was a huge gain on what the interval had been before. A good result. The suffering - had been worth something. Your gaze wandered to the ceiling, nodding to yourself slowly. Trying to convince yourself of this at least.

“Y/n,” Hashirama began again, now more somberly. “I won’t lie to you. I don’t know how long we can keep this up. It took a toll on you, which I am sure you are feeling right now.”

“You can say that again,” you croaked weakly, yet again testing the movement in your legs. Your toes wiggled a little. It was an achievement. Then you sighed and in what pretty much was a snap decision, you spoke up again. “Promise not to tell Tobirama,” you muttered, already feeling guilt taking a stab at your heart.

Hashirama’s frown deepened. “Promise.”

“The withdrawal is… All of this - it’s about one of the worst things I’ve ever gone through.” you shared, no more than a mere, haunted whisper. You couldn’t look at Hashirama. “And by now, I think I’ve experienced a lot.”

Hashirama hummed deeply.

“I don’t want Tobirama to know that. He will refuse to keep stretching the interval, b-but-”

“You wanted to say it.” Hashirama finished your sentence before your voice broke. “It’s alright.” He squeezed your hand lightly. “I’d wager he knows, truth be told.”

A sob broke past your tightly squeezed lips, but you nodded. Of course he’d know. You couldn’t imagine him not checking in while all of it had happened. Most likely some of your plight had gone through to the outside. And the first withdrawal had been a harrowing experience for all of them.

“You’re stable, though,” he spoke up again in a less grieved tone. “It’s no surprise you’re feeling rather weak right now. The withdrawal is quite… violent towards the body.”

“So long as it’s worth… as it’s worth all this,” you gulped, nodding. To yourself, mostly.

Hashirama smiled warmly again. “The time gained is invaluable. I’m afraid we can’t do much to heal you, yet, though.”

Just as you wanted to reply you witnessed a flicker in the shadows near the door. That had stopped startling you a long time ago - well, when you weren’t in the middle of a breakdown, that is. You couldn’t help but smile with how Tobirama lurched over instantly. His white hair was tousled, glistening even - he must've fallen out of bed into the bathroom and then teleported right over. A quaint sight - the man was punctual, sharp and kept in perfect shape.

Hashirama regarded him with raised eyebrows as he stood by the other side of your bed, mustering you through narrowly-lidded eyes with a distressed expression. He already took a breath to speak up, but you beat him to it with a quip that’d surely answer his question. “That’s fine Hashirama, I won’t be able to get up either way and Tobirama won’t need to lecture me about moving too much anymore.”

Tobirama shut his mouth immediately and scrunched his face like he had just been forced to drink some extremely bitter tea and regarded you with a look as if you had been the one to make said tea. Already, he crossed his arms. For a hot second, you worried you had gone too far - doing this in a high stress situation like this always carried a risk. But Tobirama knew you. And you knew him.

“You’re doing better.” He simply stated then, unimpressed, just raising an eyebrow.

Hashirama raised his arm to hide his face with his sleeve slightly as a chuckle shook him.

Tobirama’s hawk-like stare shot to his brother briefly before it settled back on you. “Enlighten me with some context, maybe?”, he then demanded, only slightly exasperated. He was holding back, you knew.

“I just explained the toll the withdrawal has taken on Y/n to her,” Hashirama supplied, having regained his composure again.

Tobirama regarded him with a concerned look then instantly, dropping the unnerved demeanour. “Toll?”

“Exhaustion mostly, Tobirama,” you decided to intervene before he worked himself up more. The way he gripped his black shirt again was telltale. “I can’t do more than wiggle my toes. And my fingers, maybe.” You tentatively tried it out - they stretched just fine. “What a relief,” you murmured ironically.

Tobirama’s frown grew softer again as he watched you test your limits and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly. “Y/n,” he whispered, and you could feel how much more he wanted to say.

Hashirama cleared his throat again. “We’ve painted four seals on you, in total,” he spoke up again, catching your attention immediately as he then explained how they strengthened your heart and blood pressure. “Now that you’re awake again I’ve brought down the support from them to a very low level because you’re doing so well. The exhaustion is from the immediate reaction mostly. I won’t deny, you did suffer damages there - but none of them great enough to warrant additional concern.” His gaze wandered to his brother while he spoke, well aware he was listening just as intently. If not more. Tobirama’s frown had deepened again.

You nodded. Medical jutsu were really not your forte, but you did know quite a handful of seals and could already guess as to how these worked. Which also told you they had been scraping the proverbial barrel here: normally, these things would be easily managed using chakra based methods, normally. “I surmise you’re using seals because I’m constantly teetering on the edge of chakra overload still with how I keep getting additional… problems…”

Tobirama snorted. “Some of which you wouldn’t have if you rested.” Hashirama chuckled again, this time at your expense. You took it in stride. Tobirama continued then. “You’re right though. We must avoid it as much as possible.” Hashirama nodded to that.

“Ultimately, should your condition worsen during withdrawal, we’ll have to overstep that boundary. But I’m very much trying to avoid it. It’s additional stress you don’t need right now.” He did sound quite serious about it. You gulped. Chakra overload was nothing to sneeze at.

But then again you felt like you had just about dipped into every kind of torment available as of now. What’s one more?

Hashirama ended his monitoring then and gently slipped away, both inwardly and outwardly. “I’ll get some rest now. You’re stable. And while I know Tobirama is very, ah, adamant about this-”

“Anija,” the growl came instantly.

“-you really need to get as much rest as you can. We’ll see to support you more using any non-chakra based means which is going to entail some medications. I’ll… see you soon again,” he finished with a sorrowful smile that managed to soothe you and at the same time filled you with dread.

You swallowed. “Thank you, Hashirama.”

He nodded and left the room quietly.

Tobirama sat down on the side of your bed as soon as he had shut the door, taking your hand in his and stroking your skin gently with his thumb. “How are you really doing, Y/n?”, he inquired, the timbre of his voice gentle enough to let his concern truly show.

You gave him a brave smile. “I’ll manage, Tobi,” that, you knew. You knew you had to. Though you felt like breaking into tears when you said it.

You didn’t fool him for one second. His breath caught momentarily; his grip became firmer and you felt his chakra graze over your network, covering it warmly. You couldn’t help but sigh contently when he did; the sensation never failed to comfort you. But his expression remained distraught, to say the least. He knew you well enough - what your avoidant answer meant. It was kindness not to inquire further. And maybe protection, too. You didn’t want to speak more about this. Or think of it.

It’d come around again soon enough.

“You’re not taking good care of yourself,” you chided then softly. “I’d ruffle your obviously wet hair, but I can’t right now.” You cracked a weak smile.

He clicked his tongue. “It’s been a pretty intense day, Y/n,” he countered evenly.

“I think I can count the days you left the house in such a hurry on one hand, Tobi,” you replied, not bothering to keep the sorrow down any longer. It saddened you to see how all this took its toll on him - your problems, your condition. Of course you’d do the same for him in a heartbeat - and just as well, you were aware what your sight made him feel. But it just hurt.

His eyebrow arched up again slowly. “When I’ve got such urgent business to tend to, I will run the risk of being seen with wet hair, but I’ll face it bravely,” he countered sarcastically, eliciting a little chuckle from you. There was no changing his mind anyway. His lips drew into a lopsided smile of his own, too.

Finally, you sighed quietly. “Don’t let me keep you, then.” You dreaded being alone. But it couldn’t be helped.

His smile faded and his eyebrows furrowed again. “I can stay, Y/n.”

“No, you can’t,” you replied with more resolve, “Because then all the time we gained won’t matter. Soon. Just a bit longer.” You weren’t sure if you were telling him or yourself that.

He must’ve picked up on it, because his other hand grasped your arm too and stroked over your skin gently while his gaze had turned decidedly sorrowful. “I’ll be back soon to check on you,” he promised quietly, but you could guess on the fierceness behind that. It eased your budding sense of dread, somewhat.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “Can you…,” you swallowed, blinking. The request made you feel so silly - shameful, even. But you couldn’t help it.

He tilted his head when you didn’t finish your sentence. “Yes…?”

“Can you please leave the light on? And… don’t close the curtains,” you finally whimpered meekly, avoiding eye-contact now. This alone was a confession to what you could only perceive as weakness due to your recent trauma, but you couldn’t deny how much you needed it right now.

Tobirama’s mien turned more sorrowful, but he nodded. “Of course, Y/n.” He sat on the side of the bed a moment longer and simply shared your connection - a gesture you were immeasurably grateful for. It was you who ultimately nodded and decided it was time he left - despite the ungodly hour.

“C’mon, then.” You tried another brave smile. _____ author’s notes: Some explanations: 'cardiovascular' means pertaining to the heart and the blood vessels, i.e. blood pressure and essentially keeping the body's organs supplied with nutrients, and more immediately important, oxygen. 'sepsis' is a real thing! it's when the body's own immune system causes such a strong reaction in the whole body to an infection it starts to damage its own organs. since reader isn't infected, it's 'like' sepsis. there are also real life complications of different diseases that can, in fact, cause a sepsis-like condition! 'capillary leak' is something that ties in directly to sepsis. because of the body's immune response, the blood vessels start to 'leak' fluids into surrounding tissue. every had an infected body part? splinter in your toe, hand? got red, big, swollen? well, that's the same thing. it's not good when the body does it everywhere! but it does make sense because by 'opening' the capillaries, the white blood cells can get out and do their job in the tissue. hooo boy, that was a lot more than i ever thought i'd explain, oopz. thank you so much for reading as always!!!

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The Flowers Always Know

Description: When a mad scientist uses you as an experiment while you’re on holiday, the Heroics only just manage to save you. And in your recovery you become very close to the leader of the group. (Slow burn)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, kidnapping, torture (not the gory kind), angst, buried trauma.

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Comment: You have a woman that seriously hurt you, at your mercy, and you’re struggling with how far to take it. Meanwhile, Marcus realises he’s going to have to save you from yourself, if he can find you in time.

Chapter 43

You waited for her to wake up for almost thirty minutes, and that was after you’d taken her to the abandoned warehouse, and secured her to a solid metal post that used to connect the floor to the ceiling. You didn’t know exactly what kind of tranquilizer Tech had used, but it sure was potent. Her feet were still tied together and you’d placed her on her knees with her back to the post. Her arms were strung up above her head on either side of the post, and secured individually, to ensure she couldn’t use either hand to untie the other. Her head hung low between her shoulders and her body seemed completely limp. If not for her slow and even breathing, you’d have thought she was already dead.

***

After your phone had gone to voicemail for the third time, Marcus lost it. He’d been working on dismantling the containers, no longer needed, while he waited for Aidan to finish his task, and for you to call him. He didn’t do well with idle hands when he was worried about something, and there was so much at stake right now. Then his phone had beeped, and as he’d read the message, his blood had turned to ice. He’d immediately tried calling you back, but he was routed straight to your recorded voice declaring that you were indisposed at the moment. Desperate to believe that you wouldn’t do this, that you weren’t cruel enough to do what his mind was telling him were the only reasons you would have taken off with the believed head of the entire organisation you were trying to bring down, he tried again. The third time was just dumb, but he really was losing it. He ran back to Tech.

“I need you to track my wife, right now! Her phone, car, fucking watch – anything!”

“What? Why? What’s going on?”

“She took off with Kane, we have to find her before she does something she can’t come back from.”

“She wouldn’t do that, Marcus. She started all of this because she wants the pain and deaths to stop. She’s a good person.”

“Yes, she is. But Kane very nearly killed our baby, and as much as I hope that she’s strong enough to resist, I know that the mother in her is the most powerful part of her, and she’s gonna wanna hurt Kane. Even if she doesn’t kill her, she might still torture her, and I can’t let her do that. It would never stop haunting her, specifically because she is a good person. Please, Tech.”

“Okay, okay. Let me see what I can find.”

Marcus was beside himself with worry, and his mind was grasping at anything it could to distract itself, while there was nothing he could do but wait.

“Where are we with the operation?”

Tech answered him at the same time as he typed impossibly fast on his laptop, and various windows were popping up and disappearing on the screen.

“Only six more cities left to confirm completion. All the others have been successful.”

“I’ll check on the kid.”

He walked over to where Aidan sat on the same spot in the grass. The boy was pale and bathing in cold sweat, breathing hard and visibly trembling with the effort it had taken out of him. With so few locations left, he had been able to let go of most of the birds, but he was exhausted and still had hundreds of birds left to direct for a while yet. Marcus knew that Aidan’s fate mattered to you, and it did to him as well, so he sat down next to him, and put his arm over the kid’s shoulders. He just wanted to convey that he was there and that he cared, and Aidan seemed to feel it, because his discomfort lessened a bit.

“I found the car!”

Tech’s voice reached him from across the field, and he got up, but not before whispering ‘hang in there, kid’ to the boy. Then he sprinted back to his friend’s station.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know what the hell she did with her phone, but I can’t see it at all. I had to break into her car’s emergency alert system, and trick it into believing there’d been an accident, to get it to reveal the coordinates. It’s parked on a street on the edge of a warehouse district, but she could be in any one of a hundred different abandoned structures on that lot.”

“Just send me those coordinates, I’ll find her.”

***

When she finally did wake up, you felt oddly calm. As though something inside you relished the thought that she was about to wake up to a real-life nightmare. Somewhere deep inside, you knew that you should be disgusted with yourself for reacting like that, but your hatred towards this woman was clouding your mind, and darkening your heart. But just knowing that wasn’t enough to make you wanna stop. Her head twitched first, and then her hands, as she tried to move against her restraints. When she realised that she was unable to, she tried to lift her head, but she was still groggy, and her nerves weren’t responding normally, resulting in a clumsy few bobs of her head before she managed to draw it back to rest against the post. She was still too groggy to speak, but you saw the recognition in her eyes when they fell on you, and there was surprise in there as well, which pleased you more than it should have.

“Hi. I’d say it’s good to see you, Emily, but it just isn’t. I don’t even know what to say to you yet. I’ve been sitting here for half an hour thinking about what I wanna say… or just do, to you, and I still don’t know. But we have time. I’m sure I’ll figure it out.”

“You… have no.. idea… what… you’re doing.”

“And why is that? Because you experiment on people against their will, and have no problems with being complicit to mass-murder, if not committing it yourself? Or is it because you’re the leader of a covert organisation of hundreds of agents that do all of that on your behest?”

She was regaining control of her body, and you could see the contempt in her face as it dawned on her just how much you’d already figured out.

“How?”

Her tone was demanding and arrogant, and as the façade of the benign doctor fell away, you didn’t even recognise her face anymore.

“You told me. Through my subconscious. Word of advice: if you’re gonna give people powers, having no idea what they might turn out to be, don’t show them your fucking face.”

“Those memories... were removed. The super who took them… he never fails.”

“He left behind just enough that my powers could recreate a single image for me. But that was enough.”

“Well, congratulations, you figured it out. You’ll never stop us; our organisation has grown exponentially.”

“The Society of Inferiority Complex, yeah, we know.”

“How mature…”

“An acronym that spelled SIC (sick) was just too appropriate to pass up.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you call us. Before long, you’ll be introduced into a world where everyone is just as powerful as you. You won’t be so smug then.”

You got up from the crate you’d been sitting on, and stepped right up to her so you could squat down and face her at eye-level, mere inches away from her.

“Tonight, hundreds of our operatives have kidnapped hundreds of yours, just like I did with you. We’ve been monitoring your activities for months, mapping your movements, documenting your labs and temporary offices all over the world. You never even knew how many supers live covert lives in today’s society, did you? Well, we found hundreds of them, and after hearing what you did to me, and to those children, they all volunteered to help us. Your own actions created an army of superpowered people hellbent on destroying you. Did you really think you’d be able to beat us? All you’ve done is unite us.”

“Aren’t you clever, little Rainbow. But, tell me… If you’re such a good girl – why’d you bring me out here? All alone. Where no one can hear us.”

You pulled back just a few inches, but her question only managed to wake all the anger inside you back to roaring life. If she really wanted to know the answer, you’d happily show her.

“Because you tried to kill my baby.”

You dropped all pretence, and allowed your powers to flare freely. The concrete under your feet snapped and cracked, sending long trailing crevices through the floor. Time and erosion had created flaws from underneath, that meant that large sections dropped several inches in some places, sending thunderous rumbles through the whole area. But you didn’t care. Ordinarily, your mind automatically shielded anything living, standing in your vicinity, when you flooded this dimension with the denser energy of the others that you had access to. Otherwise, you’d destroy every living cell around you by forcibly compressing them until they were crushed. And, ordinarily, that wasn’t something you wanted to be responsible for. But not this time. You merely sat there, hands clenched into fists, staring at her, seeing only those eyes that had looked at you with such fondness while you worked with her. Those eyes that had fooled you so completely. You wanted to rip them out of her head.

“Good show. But we both know you don’t have what it takes to…”

Your stillness was an illusion. You were slowly gathering an increasing amount of energy into the air around her, and as the space got more and more crowded, her whole body was slowly being crushed. She fell silent mid-sentence when she realised that your stare was in no way harmless, and a minute later, the first scream escaped her.

***

The car was unlocked when Marcus got to it. The keys were still in the ignition, and on the front passenger-seat he found a contorted piece of metal and plastic and glass that had probably been your phone. All the materials had melded together as you’d forced them to compact more than they were actually structurally able to. That was a bad sign, if he’d ever seen one. There was nothing else in or around the car that could indicate which way you’d taken your prisoner, and the odds that you’d have stayed close enough to be able to hear him if he shouted for you from there, were non-existent. Using his current, he tried to sense your energy, and was almost startled at how strong a trail he discovered. But, of course, he should’ve known that you’d use your ghost hands to move Kane, to prevent leaving marks on the ground, as well as make it easier for yourself. He started following the signature of your powers, so familiar to him by now, and it led him into the very heart of the labyrinth of old run-down buildings and factories. But when he got to a certain point, the energy suddenly quadrupled, snaking off in four different directions.

“Oh, for god’s sake, woman… Give me a chance, at least.”

A terrifyingly loud rumbling, accompanied by what very well could’ve been an earthquake, but wasn’t, came from his left, and without hesitating he ran towards it. The ground was split open and uneven and half-collapsed buildings lined the roads that he followed to get to you. But he still had to run for hundreds of yards until he reached the structure that it seemed to be coming from, based on the directions of the cracks under his feet. Realising how far you’d allowed your energy to reach, he was once again amazed at just how powerful you were, but also petrified that it might mean he was already too late. As he made his way inside the lightly trembling warehouse, he heard blood-curdling screams coming from somewhere inside, and his heart fell. But if she was screaming, she was still alive, which meant he still had time. When he got to the right place, it was like walking into a nightmare. There was no ceiling above you and no lights were working, leaving the room basking in nothing but the pale and ghostly moonlight. You’d somehow twisted the whole room so that nothing was straight anymore. Posts and beams and even the walls, were all bent or curved or twisted around themselves or something else. The ground had risen in some places, and fallen in others. It felt like he was walking into a physical representation of what your mind looked like right now. And in a way, he supposed it was. Kane was still alive, but whatever you were doing to her was painful to the extent that she was shaking uncontrollably against her restraints, pleading like a child for you to stop, in between fits of vomiting and convulsing. And you were so calm. So viciously calm it was heart-breaking to him. You just sat in front of her, one knee resting on the ground, the other under your elbow, watching her as though you were a cliff and she was the ocean, thrashing against you with all her might, but unable to move your solid frame even a single inch. If he hadn’t known how much this was actually hurting you, he might’ve found it fascinating. But he knew you so well that all he could see, was his beloved wife being destroyed.

***

“Hermosa.”

His voice came to you like a butterfly against a hurricane. Like soft whispers carried on those wings, so faint, but still able to drown out that howling wind in your ears. Your eyes automatically turned to find his, and the pain that was already overwhelming your heart, seemed to double. This wasn’t who you were, you knew that. Every fibre of your being knew that, but you’d forced them into silence with your anger. Used your pain as a shield against all those voices telling you to stop. But Marcus… seeing him look at you with that much fear… Not the fears you’d seen before, when he’d thought he was losing you, or when you were injured or being threatened, or the fear that you wouldn’t love him anymore after he walked away from you. No, this time he wasn’t afraid for you – he was afraid of you. Of just what you were capable of, how far you were willing to go, how much darkness you were willing to let into your heart to try and be free of the pain that festered in there. Your powers were draining you fast. You’d made no attempt to hold them back at all, and if you stopped now, all that exhaustion would come crashing over you, and you’d be unable to finish what you’d started. But what had you started? What was it you were hoping to achieve here? You’d wanted to hear her scream, and you had. You’d wanted to hurt her like she hurt you, and you had. But did you want her to die? Were you willing to become a murderer just so that you didn’t have to see the falseness of her face ever again? Confused, but no less angry, you forced your gaze away from your husband, and refocused on Kane, pulling even more energy out to thicken around her until one of her shoulders was pushed out of alignment with the amount of force bearing down on her. The harsh popping sound was loud enough to reach Marcus’ ears, and her resulting scream made him close the distance between you, while he started begging you to stop.

“Please… this is wrong, you know that, mi amor.”

“You know, I remember thinking that if there had just been someone there to stop my torturer, I could’ve been spared so much pain and fear. And then I found out someone was there, but she did nothing to help me. She just watched and enjoyed the show. So, why should I treat her any better? Why should she be spared that pain?”

Your energy already filled the room, and half the damned district, so when the images started appearing, they didn’t just show up around you, they flooded the whole area. Every memory you had of every moment that had hurt you, throughout your whole life. There were hundreds of them.

“The tears I’ve shed could build a lake. Tell me what I’ve done to deserve that. How could anyone do anything bad enough to deserve all of this?”

“You’ve done nothing wrong, hermosa. Life just doesn’t work like that.”

“Then I should at least get to avenge myself!”

Her other shoulder popped, and she squealed and wailed until her voice gave up and she just sobbed instead. Marcus moved even closer, just a few yards away from you now.

“You should. You should get to avenge all the terrible things that have been done to you, but you never can. All you can do, is hurt yourself instead. I know you’re forcing yourself not to feel it right now, but this hurts you. You want it to feel good, to make you feel better, but it won’t, because you’re a good person. You are a good person, hermosa. That’s why I married you, that’s why you’re carrying my child, and that’s why my daughter loves you.”

Missy. Fuck. Why’d he have to mention her?

“Please, sweetheart. Don’t make me watch you destroy yourself. I already lost one wife… I need you to let me keep you.”

His voice was so frail by the end of that sentence that you feared a mere breath might break it apart. And yet, his words held so much power. They forced their way under your skin, cooling your blood and pushing the anger out. But the pain was still just as strong. Desperate to get rid of it, to be free of everything that haunted you, you collapsed on the ground, and enormous quantities of your sparkling dust poured out of you, flooding the room in every direction, flowing unhindered through all that energy that you’d pumped into it. The images were still there, snapshots of the worst moments of your life, the one’s that caused you more pain than you could ever voice, and you wished that you could make them solid. That you could pull them out of yourself completely and leave them behind in that room. The dust pulled the images apart, turning them into three-dimensional representations of themselves, while you watched, actually seeing the magic happen for the first time. When the sculptures were finished, they solidified, just like before. A single tear escaped your left eye as you saw your very worst memories turned into some sort of bizarre museum-exhibit all around you. It rolled swiftly down your cheek, and with the way you were sitting, it should’ve hit the top of your left hand, holding you up from the ground. But it never landed. Instead, it hovered mid-air for a few seconds, before splitting into dozens of smaller drops, that each flew away to one of the sculptures. And as the drops made contact with them, the sculptures turned to stone. Transparent, and still sparkling in every colour on the spectrum, but unmistakably more solid than just the dust. Once again, your powers had tried to give you what you asked for, what you needed the most. If only the memories could’ve been trapped inside those statues as well. If only you actually could get up, walk away and leave them behind forever. Strong arms encircled you as Marcus pulled you off the ground and into his chest, and you finally gave in. Now that you allowed yourself to feel it, you were completely spent. You wanted to say something to him, but he didn’t need an explanation, he understood everything, you knew that.

“Marcus… I’m sorry…”

He just kissed your forehead and held you closer, but if he said anything, you passed out before you could hear what it was.

Author’s Note: As always, I love criticism, please don’t be shy to let me know if there’s anything you like/don’t like/have questions about.

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silvysartfulness · 3 years ago

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I got tagged by @ameliarating and @veliseraptor to do this writer meme thing!

How many works do you have on AO3?

Six. I only started posting fic on AO3 last year. Before that, many long years ago, I used my own websites and LiveJounal.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

177481. The absolute majority of which is of course Heaven Has A Road.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3, only The Untamed.

But before that, I've written for Disney Afternoon's Aladdin, Slayers, Kingdom Hearts, Assassin's Creed, and one-shot fics for my own original verses as well as my friends'.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Heaven Has A Road But No One Walks It at 1194, unsurprisingly. It's my magnum opus on AO3.

Blanket Statement at 302. The first fic I wrote for the Untamed, and the first thing I posted on AO3 (Thank you, Lise, for holding my hand and walking me through it!)

And To Many More at 169

High Noon In Deserted City at 96, which is sort of funny, since it's just a picture and about 1000 words. But the premise is fun! Still hoping for some hungry writer to adopt it and write something for it. :)

Self-Inflicted at 75.

Which checks out, I guess – the longest fic with the most readers comes first, then the fluff, then the funny and finally the angsty and fucked up. XD

I still suspect The Plotbunny of Doom / The Renegades for Kingdom Hearts would score as my all time highest, though, if LJ likes and comments translated to the AO3 format. That fic took me and two friends three whole years to write together, was 104 chapters long and over 300k.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really try! Comments mean everything to me, and I want to reply to them all! But when I'm low on spoons (which is unfortunately often) I fall hopelessly behind, and then the catching up becomes an impossible-looking chore in and of itself.

I should really set some time aside every day to catch up on the last few chapters' worth of comments... I do love the interaction and discussion a good comment can spawn!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hm... I write a ton of angst, but only a few actually have sad endings. I'd say Eaten counts, as does Self-Inflicted, I guess. TPBoD had a very open ending that was still definitely on the somewhat hopeless side.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Mm, it's not usually my favourite genre (though I mean, the whole Kingdom Hearts verse is a crossover in and of itself) but it depends a lot on the source material. I guess TPBoD might soft-count, since we tossed in a bunch of non-canon references with all the world-jumping.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not as such? Oh yeah, I do recall getting a very upset comment on a non-con fic I wrote back in the KH days, by someone who couldn't conceive how you could claim to love a character and then write such horrible things happening to them. But you get those occasionally. Look, crushing my favourite characters is therapy. Doesn't mean I don't love them.

The Russian fandom are loudly aggressive in their comments on some chapters of Heaven Has A Road, but that's more focused on the characters, not me personally.

On the whole, I've been pretty spared. But then, there's little point in sending hate; I just block.

Do you write smut? if so what kind?

Oh, absolutely. Haven't really gotten to that point in the posted chapters of Heaven Has A Road yet, but we're about to unleash it aplenty in the upcoming ones.

What kind? Most kinds, I guess? Soft and fluffy, aggressive and snarly, consensual, dubcon, non-con. Mostly mlm but I've written het, too. Can't remember if I've written wlw, but I've certainly headcanoned/drawn it. A bit of kink is nice.

I prefer focusing on the chemistry and sensations when I write porn, rather than detailed physical smacking and squelching and body fluids, but that's just my personal preference and writing style.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? Not that I can remember? I have my art stolen regularly, and I've had my online identity stolen, but I don't think anyone's stolen anything I've written...

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Heaven Has A Road is being translated into Russian, and I'm insanely honoured and flattered!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes – TPBoD aka The Plot Bunny of Doom, aka The Renegades, for Kingdom Hearts. I wrote it over ten years ago together with a friend and my now wife. It was a monster of a fic, I think about 320k, and the fact that we were three people helping and pushing and encouraging each other really helped keep it going!

I don't know if I would have the focus for something like it now, but it was an amazing experience I'll always treasure.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh man, that changes with each hyperfixation... I may have to say Marluxia/Vexen for Kingdom Hearts, simply because it's a ship that's been around in my life for so long. I still occasionally go back to read favourite bits of the fics I wrote for them, including TPBoD.

Currently it's SongXueXiao from The Untamed, of course, and a very strong contender overall! I've dabbled a bit in poly ships before, but this is the first time I have one as my main, and I'm love them.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Uh. I don’t really have any? Because of my burnout-brain, I can only really focus on one major project at a time, and that's currently heaven has A Road. And I'm really, really hoping I will be able to finish it!

It's all plotted out, I just need to write the stupid thing. Working on it.

What are your writing strengths?

Hm, I'd say that I've developed a voice/prose over the years that I'm actually quite happy with! And I'm good at conveying/invoking emotion, if going solely by how many people comment that I've made them cry. :D

I enjoy writing dialogue, and I love working with layers of symbolism.

What are your writing weaknesses?

The actual writing process. 🙄 I'm extremely uneven and unstructured in getting the actual words down. Also convoluted and inflated text at times - sometimes I write a lot of words without actually saying anything. And English is my second language, so just nailing the correct phrasing and grammar can be a headache at times.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If it impacts the plot – like the POV character not understanding it, then maybe. And using terms that can't be translated, absolutely! Other than that, there's little point in making a text harder for the reader to grasp by tossing in whole sections in another language for clout. Is my personal view, at least, of course other writers may disagree.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

My first online fandom that I wrote fic for was Disney Afternoon's Aladdin show. Before that, I wrote original fic. And before that, before the internet was A Thing, I'd write and draw for stories that captivated me, just for my own entertainment. If you count that, I'd probably say Phantom of the Opera was my first – I had a whole ”everyone is a horse because that's what I know how to draw” AU when I was about 10 or so, that I'd draw lots of pictures for. When I was even younger, I used to make up stories for my younger brothers, based on movies and series we had watched together. I've always been a storyteller, one way or another, if only in my own head. I wouldn't know how not to.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I would have to say Heaven Has A Road, even though it's still unfinished. It's the first work of that sheer scope I have ever attempted by myself, and I'm honestly insanely proud of myself for what I have accomplished already!

Second would be TPBoD – The Renegades. Even though that was a shared effort, it's a very long fic that we managed to bring all the way to its intended conclusion, and I'm very proud of that, too!

Plus there are bits of both these fics I really like, and that I will go back and read for my own enjoyment occasionally.

tagging: @orodrethsgeek, @ebonykain, @fromaliminalspace, @chigrima, @soawen

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ryosei-hime · 3 years ago

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Date Night

Continuation of Personal Space. Husk spends the day getting ready for his date with Angel and the rest of the night being a mess. Can also be found over on AO3.

Husk groaned as he rolled off the sofa in the foyer, bottles clattering as he disturbed them. He dragged a paw down his face before a huge yawn escaped. A sound of agony followed as he stretched his back, every vertebrae popping and shifting. That damn thing was not meant for sleeping on. A feather floated down to the floor and he followed it’s trajectory back to the sofa to find more littering the cushions. Oh, great, molting. That’s what he needed.

He checked his phone for the time and saw a message from Angel. It was a picture of him splayed out on the sofa with his mouth open, a bottle clutched in one hand, and a leg over the back. He’d captioned it “Sleeping Beauty” followed by one of those winking kissy faces.

Husk rolled his eyes as he picked himself up off the ground. If he found that damn thing on his social media, he’d kill him. Nobody had any damn privacy anymore. He texted back a threat and searched around his empties for any remnants - hair of the dog and all - until a static-filled voice interrupted him.

“Good afternoon, Husker.”

“Yeah, what’d you want?”

“Simply passing through, my friend.”

Husk’s lip curled. Every time Alastor called him friend it caused a visceral reaction. Fuckin asshole. He’d rather the fucker just treat their relationship as it was instead of trying to paint a polite picture. You could put lipstick on a pig but it was still a fuckin pig.

“But good luck on your little date tonight.”

Alastor’s smile turned sharper and his eyes more sinister. God dammit, Angel. Couldn’t he keep his fuckin mouth shut? Husk just gave Alastor the finger as he moved on with his day. He checked to make sure Angel hadn’t blabbed about this anywhere else. But it must have just been good old fashioned word of mouth.

Actually, he’d barely posted at all today which was weird for Angel. Probably knew he couldn’t keep his mouth shut if he did. Husk sighed and dragged himself to his room. He had a few hours to get himself together enough for this. Plenty of time to go over everything that would go wrong in minute detail.

It was Nifty who helped him get ready. Of course, she knew, too. Whole damn hotel knew. She insisted on helping him get dressed up in an old suit and tie. He didn’t see the need to bother. Wasn’t like he wore clothes regularly and they wouldn’t be on him long.

But it made Nifty happy to get him ready, giving him advice so fast he couldn’t take half of it in even if he’d wanted to. He smiled at her as she fixed his tie and stood back with her hands on her hips.

“You look great! Angel’s gonna love it. I’m so excited for you!”

“At least someone is,” Husk muttered, resisting the urge to loosen the tie a bit.

“Aren’t you excited?”

“Ah, I’m no good at this stuff. You know that.”

“Don’t worry! Just let Angel help you. He’s great at it.” She started dusting Husk’s own fur off his suit as it shed, her efforts only making it worse. “And he really likes you!”

“Yeah, I know,” Husk replied. “Thanks Nifty.”

Nifty gave him a big hug and he returned it gently. Her slight frame made him extra careful with her.

“I have to get back to cleaning, but I hope you enjoy your date!”

“Yeah. I’ll try.”

He raised a hand in a slight wave as she hurried off. He decided to spend the rest of the day waiting for Angel at the bar. That turned out to be a mistake. Everyone had something to say. They wished him luck. They cooed and sighed like it was some big fuckin show. Their words were supportive but somehow they only made Husk more nervous, maybe even a little bitter. This shit seemed so easy for everyone else.

It had been easy for him once, too.

Eventually the foyer emptied out as it got late. Husk knew Angel would be returning for him any minute. He finally had to loosen the tie around his neck and decided to fix himself a drink to calm his nerves, but just as he reached under the bar, the doors opened.

His wings lifted slightly as Angel made his entrance. Husk wasn’t the only one who’d gotten dressed up. Angel’d gotten his hair done or some kind of extensions or something. Fuck if Husk knew. He wore a strapless pink number, the skirt covered with some kinda fake flower and vine decorations. Looked like it was supposed to be a train, but he was too tall for it to do much but brush the floor as he approached. Husk actually thought he looked beautiful all dolled up like that. Maybe he should tell him. Instead, what came out of his mouth was:

“What’re we going to the fuckin prom?”

“I dunno. Will you be doin’ my taxes when we’re done?” Angel shot back with a grin.

He reached across the bar and fixed his tie. Dammit, he’d choke to death before he got through this night. Angel didn’t release his tie right away. He used it to pull him closer for a quick kiss.

“Ready?”

No.

“Yeah, sure.”

Husk came out from behind the bar and let Angel take his arm. He had no idea where they were going, but he just let Angel take the lead. Like Nifty had said, he was good at this. When they arrived at their destination, Husk was a little grateful she’d insisted on dressing him up. Angel had chosen some high end, classy joint.

They got a lot of stares on the way to their table. He knew Angel was the center of attention wherever he went, but he didn’t like being caught in the crossfire of all those lustful gazes. A growl sounded low in his chest before he could stop it, his teeth bared. The stares become a little less overt.

Angel put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t scare my fans, Husk. I’m used to it.”

“Well, I’m not. People need to mind their own fuckin business.”

Without thinking about it, Husk pulled a chair out for Angel. At least he remembered something from the old days.

“Whatta gentleman,” Angel joked, batting his lashes at him as he sat.

Husk gave his chair a rough shove up to the table, taking his own with a grumble. When he looked up, Angel had his chin on his hands, fingers laced to make a cradle, staring at him with such a soft look it took Husk’s breath away. He made himself busy with the menu. As the waiter approached, Angel sat up suddenly.

“Oh, I forgot. This place is Italian. Like Italian Italian. But I can order for ya, if ya want.”

Angel looked quite proud of himself and Husk hated to burst his bubble.

“I got it.”

He gave the waiter his order in perfect Italian and looked back to Angel as the waiter turned to him. Angel stared at him in shock for a moment before stumbling through his own order. He waited until the waiter had disappeared before going off.

“You know Italian? Holy shit, Husk! I been dirty talkin ya all this time at the bar and you knew?!”

Husk hid his smirk behind his menu, trying not to laugh. Angel pushed it away and stared him down, motioning with two fingers between them.

“You look at me, look at me!”

Husk looked up, still grinning. Angel’s face had gone stern, and he held his gaze for a moment before simply uttering,

“You bastard.”

Husk let himself laugh a little and teased him.

“You get real creative when you’re drunk, you know that?”

Angel just smirked and crossed his second set of arms while another hand brought a glass of wine up to his cheek.

“Well, I guess you know what you got to look forward to then, donchya?”

The conversation during dinner remained light-hearted and Angel kept reaching out for Husk’s paw, making eyes at him. He avoided making direct eye contact, insides churning every time Angel tried. Once their plates were taken away, Angel stood and held a hand out to him.

“Can I get a dance before we go?”

Husk felt a little more confident as he put a paw in his hand. Dancing was something he knew he could do at least. He smiled back at him.

“Sure.”

He let Angel draw him out onto the dance floor and pull him into a waltzing position. His extra hands found a place to rest on Husk’s hips as they began to move. Angel took the lead, but Husk had expected as much with the height difference. He wouldn’t let Angel know, but he was surprised he knew how to waltz. It seemed a bit old-fashioned for him. Or at least for how he tended to present himself. It was easy to forget he was from an older era than he was.

“Thank you.”

Husk looked up and felt all the air rush out of his lungs again. Angel gazed down at him with such a genuine look of gratitude. If he didn’t stop stealing his breath, he’d never make it through this night.

“A bet’s a bet,” he repeated.

“You didn’t have to go on a date with me, but ya did. I really appreciate that. It’s nice.”

Husk closed their stance and pressed his forehead against Angel’s shoulder in response. Angel’s secondary arms held him close, his other hands sliding softly over his shoulders and down his arms. Husk turned his face in towards Angel’s neck instinctually. Everything felt so warm and comforting in this moment. Husk had to say something to break the spell before he started purring and embarrassed himself.

“You’re payin’ right? Cause I can’t afford this shit on my salary.”

“Don’t worry. I gotchya, babe,” Angel replied. “The least I can do is buy ya dinner first.”

Husk pulled back and a hand found his cheek as Angel leaned down to kiss him softly. Then again, a bit harder, staring at him through half-lidded eyes. Husk had to close his, but his paws slid up Angel’s back to grip his shoulders as he reciprocated. Angel broke the kiss and lowered his lips to Husk’s ear, brushing over the hairs at the tip for a moment, sending a thrill through his whole body.

“Let’s get outta here.”

Husk just nodded his agreement as Angel moved towards the table to pay, his hand sliding off Husk’s shoulder as he went. Husk loosened his tie as he focused on breathing. Fuck. This was happening. Shit. Fuck. As he panicked, a feather slowly floated to the floor then another. Oh, fan-fucking-tastic! This shit!

He stepped on the feathers to hide them as Angel returned, trying to keep a neutral expression. He probably wouldn’t have noticed the feathers anyways. He had his eyes locked onto Husk’s as he reached for his arm again. A devious light there had chased away the tenderness that had been prevalent the rest of the night, letting Husk know Angel’d fully shifted gears.

Thankfully when they returned to the hotel it wasn’t to some kind of fuckin fanfare. He’d half expected some kind of congratulatory party, the way people acted around here. But the foyer was as empty as it usually was this time of night. Just the two of them as it so often was. Angel stopped by the bar and released his arm.

“Okay, gimme ten to slip into somethin more comfortable,” Angel said with a joking tone. “Then meet me in my room.”

He made a show of walking away, swinging his hips and looking back at Husk over his shoulder before disappearing down the corridor. Husk just stood there calmly until he was out of sight. Once alone, he threw himself abruptly over the bar, gasping in air like a drowning man. He sent bottles clattering to the floor as he fished around for a drink. He leaned back against the bar and sank to the ground as he chugged whatever booze he’d managed to grab. The chugging became less frantic after a moment and he started to breathe again. Thank fucking god for alcohol.

“You did this to yourself, asshole,” he muttered under his breath.

He watched the clock as it ticked away the seconds he had to get himself together. He finally did away with his tie entirely and ran a paw over his head. Okay, this wasn’t such a big deal. God, it wasn’t like he didn’t find Angel attractive. And this would make him happy.

All of Husk’s limbs went limp and his head banged back against the bar. Dammit, he wanted him to be happy. How had he let this happen? He sighed and let the empty bottle roll out of his grasp before picking himself up off the floor.

He trudged down the hall to Angel’s room, leaving a sparse trail of feathers in his wake, and gave a light rap on the door before pushing it open. The lights were low and tinged pink from the scarves draped over the shades. Angel had tossed rose petals around the room wildly. He followed their general trail over to the bed where Angel was, of course, poised seductively.

He’d changed out of the prom dress and into lacy black lingerie, makeup entirely redone to match. How the fuck did he do that so fast? Angel shifted forward and pushed himself off the bed, sauntering over to him the way he approached a pole at a show. He brushed the back of a hand against his cheek as he circled around behind him. All three sets of arms snaked around him, hands working at buttons and sliding under his shirt.

Husk froze as his clothes just fell around him, only brought back to motion by the shiver that went down his spine when Angel pressed soft kisses against the back of his neck. Damn, he was good. His paws rose to find the closest pair of Angel’s hands and slid over them. Angel nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck before finding his ear.

“I’ve been waiting for this.”

Husk turned in his arms and tried to think of something to say. All he could think of was how long it had been and how badly he was about to fuck up. He started backing away slowly, but Angel followed.

He felt his knees buckle as he backed up into the bedframe. He fell back onto the bed and Angel leaned over him, using a pair of arms to hold himself up while the other two ran down his chest. Husk’s throat felt like it had closed up and he gasped for air.

“W-wait.”

#Hazbin Hotel #huskerdust #Husk/Angel

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vocalyunho · 5 years ago

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You.

pairing — Seonghwa x reader (fem).

genre — fluff, smut (first time).

word Count — 2.1k

warnings — first time, explicit protected sex, handjob, nipple play, clit stimulation.

Seonghwa and you have been dating for 5 months now, but you haven’t gone much far from making out and slightly touching each other. You’re not even touching each other with the full meaning of the phrase...the farthest you’ve gone consisted of you massaging his boner out of his pants and that was it. The reason is that you weren’t ready and just the thought of letting yourself completely on someone else’s will, terrified you, to say the least. However, you know that Seonghwa has it in his mind and especially whenever you’re being intimate, because no matter how hard he tries, you can feel how his pants get tighter and tighter under you.

He’s never pressured you to do anything that you don’t want and at the same time he’s really understanding and respectful when it comes to these type of things. He notices your insecurities and doesn’t only understand them, but also tries to talk you out of them or, at least, make you less worried about them. He’s precious and you know his interest in how you feel is purely coming from his heart.

Truth is, you really want him to be your first. You wanna live this with him and you, sure, wanna let him know that you trust him enough to do this with him. It’s not like you haven’t been thinking about it at all...when you sit on his lap and feel the boner under you or when he kisses your neck, the gush of wetness in your panties becomes uncomfortable enough that you’d kill to have your centre being taken care of. But the insecurities, these damn insecurities don’t let you...

“hellooooooo” Seonghwa waved his hands in front of your face.

“ohmygod”

“are you okay? I was talking to you from the living room but I got no answers and I got worried”

“oh-sorry...seems like I got lost in my train of thought”

“I wanted to tell you that you’ve been studying quite some time, you should probably take a break, it’s already 8pm”

“shit, you’re right” you said checking the clock on the wall.

what’s my baby been thinking of, though?” he made himself comfortable on the bed next to you.

“you”

“really?”

“yeah I just...” you inhaled loudly.

“you can tell me anything”

“I wanna lose my virginity to you”

“what, really?”

“y-yeah”

“baby that’s- are you sure?”

“totally” you stowed all papers in your hands and placed them on the night stand.

“I was thinking about you too, you know”

“What about me?”

“How I want you to trust me and not worry about the little things when you’re with me”.

“I trust you, I really do and I want you to be my first”.

“baby...” a small smile spread on his face, like he felt content just by your words.

“the sooner the better, actually” you faced him and he came close to leave a kiss on your lips. You thought he wasn’t in the mood, but when he didn’t part after a while and deepened the kiss, you knew you were on for a, probably, good time. You guided your hand between his legs and let him know you’d take care of him and his needs. However, he grabbed your wrist and put it down getting on top of you as you lay down.

He went straight for your neck and you gave him the entire canvas for himself to have while his hands pulled up your shirt, only to detach his lips from your neck for a second to take it completely off. He kissed and sucked here and there drawing low moans from you and his hand went down without you realising it, until he pressed on your clothed center. A loud whimper left your lips. His hand playing with you mixed with your own voice, are turning you on more and more. You’ve never heard yourself making sounds like this. You’ve never touched or given pleasure to yourself, so this part of yourself just got unlocked in front of Seonghwa. This thought made you cover your mouth and hold back the next moans that were looking for an exit out of your throat...what if he finds them weird or what if they’re unnecessary and you’re being too much because you’ve never been touched like this before...? Seonghwa noticed and looked at you.

“baby, don’t-” he took your hand in his and kissed it slightly.

“let me know how you feel from your sounds...I love them, anyways” he didn’t even give you time to respond before rubbing his fingers harder on your clit.

“fuck-” you breathed out. Your pussy’s gushing wetness and you know he can feel it by now. It’s probably stained both your panties and pants.

“Seonghwa- take your clothes o-off”

“will do that in a bit, baby” he pulled down your trousers along with your wet underwear and you felt the air hitting you right where you need to feel filled. He got up and took all his clothes off before heading to the nightstand next to his side of the bed, from which he took a small package. When he faced you, you instinctively gasped...fuck he’s huge. You’ve never seen him completely naked before and...you’ve been missing out this entire time.

“I...promise I’ll be gentle” when you realised where your eyes where, you instantly looked at his face and he was already smiling.

You took your bra off and let him hover above you again, but this time his length is touching your thigh and you can’t think straight. You’re looking at each other and it feels like you’re taking each other’s features in until you grabbed his dick and gave it a strong squeeze. He exhaled loudly and his eyes fell heavy on your lips. You can’t tell for sure, but he probably likes it, because when you started pumping him the slightest bit his head fell on the crook of your neck and a “fuck” tickled your flesh. Pre-cum leaked from his tip making your movements easier and faster and he mentally decided to make this mutual. He forced your legs open and started drawing circles on your exposed clit. Your mind lost it and you opened your legs even more to feel him better, but your hand kept pumping him and creating lewd sounds that kept turning you on. He’s moaning in your neck and you’re moaning in his ear as your heartbeat increases and a knot can be felt on your lower stomach. You feel hot and your legs start to tremble. You’ve never felt like this before. He’s pressing and moving around his fingers and you found yourself forcing your pelvis up, asking for more.

“this means you’re about to cum” he breathes out and takes his hand away from your clit. You realised you’ve stopped pumping him, maybe because of all the different sensations hitting you for the first time, but he didn’t complain.

“fuck- is this how it feels?”

“it’ll feel even better in a bit” he sat on his heels and slid the condom on his length fast.

“let’s have a safe word” he held himself up above you again.

“okay”

“how about ‘red’?”

“red?”

“yeah, if you feel uncomfortable, if you want me to stop, just say ‘red’”

“okay”

“are you sure about this?”

“Seonghwa! Yes, I am. I wanna do this with you”

He kissed you sweetly and pushed your legs wider to fit himself in between. He guided himself in your entrance and started pushing in slowly. Your breathing hitched the moment you felt the unfamiliar touch down there. He kept pushing until he was halfway in, but stopped when you hissed at the stretch. Your walls have parted for him to fit in and it hurts a bit, but it’s not unbearable.

“are you okay?”

“y-yes”

“I’ll stop right here”

“okay”

He pulled out and pushed in again a little faster this time, “fuuck”. He kept doing this until the pain started fading away and a pleasurable sensation took its place. He let his body fall on top of yours and kissed your moans away. His hands found their way down and gave your breasts the attention they deserve. He squeezes and plays with your nipples as the pace of his hips increases and his kisses get harder, “does this feel good?”

“fu-fuck yes ah-” you broke the kiss and threw your head back, exposing your neck to him again, but he took the opportunity and kissed your chin as your moans grew louder.

“that’s turning me o-on even more, baby-” you can tell how careful he’s being. The veins on his forehead show his effort not to snap his hips against yours and bury himself inside you to the hilt. He’s gotten harder down there.

“S-Seonghwa...all of it”

“are you s-”

“yes, please.”

He pushed further and you felt the stretch less intensely now, maybe because your lower part has started going numb, but it feels good, it feels full. His eyes were on you till he bottomed out, in case he got an alarming look from you, but he didn’t. And then he stopped moving.

“fuck Y/N, you’re so tight”

“move”, he backed out and buried himself in your warmth, slowly like before, “fuck yes, this feels better”.

“that’s right baby”

“faster Seonghwa” he didn’t question it a bit and started increasing the pace. He linked your wrists and took them in his hand in an attempt to keep you steady. His left hand held onto your knee as he thrusted harder.

“O-OHMYGOD”

You can feel him deep and the sounds of his thrusts in your pussy make you wetter. Your moans got mixed with whimpers and his groans grow louder with ever thrust. You’re bouncing and your body is completely exposed to him, but you don’t mind it anymore.

“f-fuck me harder”

“d-don’t say that”

“harder”

He moves faster and the bed starts creaking. The headboard knocks against the wall along with every thrust and your mouth falls on a silent cry.

“shit, you’re sucking me in”

He has a condom on, but you can still feel the veins popping out and dragging along your walls. A scream left you when he pushed your leg further down and thrusted harder than before. Your head’s throbbing and the slapping of his skin against yours sounds like a distant echo in your ears.

“fuck you’re- clenching”

“you- are- so- good-”, forming words is hard as he’s pounding into you. Your breathing got erratic and you know you’re clenching, because you can feel him more intensely than before. He started throbbing and curses leave his lips as he keeps fucking back.

“I’m gon-na come” he says and pushes harder.

“fuckfuckfuck YES that’s it” he’s hitting that one spot, the knot on your stomach gets tighter and your pussy’s asking for relief. “Ohmygod”your body’s shaking and your back arches from the bed. Your eyes shut close and your mouth falls open, letting the entire apartment know how good you’re feeling. You hold onto his arm hard until all strength leaves you and let yourself go.

“yy-es come with me-”, his hips stutter as he lets his spill fill the condom and your cum sheds around it. He holds himself up above you and kisses you hard as your body’s spasming from the climax. After you calm down, he pulls out carefully, not leaving your eyes for a bit. The air hit you instantly and you felt your hot liquids spilling out. All of these are so new to you, but it all felt so good...the way he felt inside you, the way he started throbbing, the way you clenched, the way you let yourself go in front of him...you never knew you’d be able to let someone look at you at a situation like this, but now you do.

He brought a wet, warm towel from the bathroom and sat between your legs. “how was it?”

“that was...ohmygod” you exhaled loudly and laughed at yourself.

“I’m glad we didn’t need the safe word”.

“I was sure we wouldn’t... Seonghwa... I’m happy I did this with you”.

“thank you for trusting me and...uhm...”

“yeah?”

“When you said ‘fuck me harder’ that was...pretty hot, if I’m honest”.

“really? I’ll say it more then”.

“Please do”.

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baepop · 4 years ago

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PRIVATE // 9

You tell Jennie and Jungkook how you feel.

Word Count: 10.4k

Pairing: Jungkook x You x Jennie

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smutty smut smut

“…I’m—excuse me, what?”

Jungkook sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. “Please don’t make me ask again.” You held back a giggle as you watched what looked to be Jungkook in actual physical pain at the thought of hanging out with Jennie. Rolling your eyes nonetheless, you took his hand and led him inside. The smell of sautéed onions and garlic greeted you at the entrance, immediately drawing your attention to the kitchen. Jennie’s back was turned to you, her slight hand struggling to manhandle a cast iron skillet.

“Back already? I was so sure I wouldn’t be seeing you tonight.” Jennie spoke aloud without turning around, probably assuming you were alone.

“Oh yeah? So I suppose you’re cooking for one then?” From your viewing angle, you could see Jennie smiling widely as she prepared what looked to be a feast.

“Ya caught me. Hungry?”

“Yeah, I could eat. We just worked up an appetite.” Jungkook draped his arms over your shoulders from behind and planted a kiss on your temple.

Jennie froze at the sound of his voice. It most definitely caught her off guard as she began dicing peppers. After a moment, she recommenced her dicing, replying curtly, “Fine. There should be enough for all of us.”

This time it was yours and Jungkook’s turn to freeze. Both of you had been expecting a snarkier response, protestation at the very least. You both looked at each other in genuine fear then back at the girl who was cutting vegetables a little too roughly.

“Umm…okay, well…I’m going to jump in the shower real quick and then I’ll be over to help you cook, okay?” Jennie simply hummed as you made your way to the bathroom. Jungkook followed you closely behind, unwilling to be left alone with his sworn enemy. You giggled, smoothing the weary lines on his forehead as he stared at you in disappointment. “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick!” You laughed as he sagged against the doorway, not happy that his theatrics hadn’t deterred you in the slightest. “I promise. Just don’t kill each other, okay? Now let me close the door.” Jungkook’s lip jutted out so adorably that you couldn’t help but lean in and kiss it. That was a mistake, however, because his hands quickly snaked around your waist and held you tightly to him, his lips kissing you back hungry. Jungkook was clearly ready for round two, but you had to be the voice of reason, no matter how delicious his lips felt on yours.

You patted his chest with your hands, signaling the end of your mini make out session. He detached himself from you with a groan then stepped back so you could close the door and turn on the shower faucet. Jungkook sighed at the sound of the water running from the other side of the door. He peaked his head around to see if Jennie was still busy chopping up vegetables. She was.

Jungkook paced around a bit, wondering if it would be weird for him to sit on your bed and wait for you to come out. He sighed again, deciding to just toughen up and face his ex-fiancée.

Jungkook dragged his feet into the kitchen and stood awkwardly in the middle. Jennie ignored his presence as she lowered a heavy pot full of water onto the burner. He cleared his throat, but the girl pretended not to know he was even there.

“Do you need help, or, whatever?” His voice was low and oozed with discomfort.

“Nope.” Jennie didn’t offer anything more, and it was clear she wasn’t going to make this easy for Jungkook in the slightest. The boy looked around, ultimately deciding to pull up a chair and watch her cook. He hadn’t, after all, spoken to her since she broke off their engagement.

“So…you live here now?”

“Mhm.”

Jungkook nodded thoughtfully, looking around at the apartment that was now obviously more occupied by extra bags, clothing and furniture. “Parents kicked you out for being a brat?”

Jennie rolled her eyes and slammed the knife down onto the cutting board. “You know we’re not obligated to speak to each other. I’m sure Y/N will be out any minute now.”

“No, I’m sorry…I’m just so used to going at it with you. It won’t happen again.” Jungkook hurried to get the words out in an attempt to calm the girl down who was already on edge at the first sign of his presence.

Jennie sighed and picked up the knife again, resuming her task at hand. “Oh, I see. You’re trying to play nice with me so Y/N doesn’t dump you for good. Is that it?”

Jungkook’s face hardened, his hands drumming on his knees. He was starting to find it exceedingly impossible, the thought of ever being nice to Jennie. “You know what? You were right. We don’t have to talk to each other.”

After a minute of Jennie’s rhythmic chopping being the only sounds filling the apartment apart from the shower running, she spoke in a soft yet melancholic tone that took Jungkook by surprise, “She wouldn’t, if that’s really what you’re afraid of. She,” Jennie sighed and closed her eyes before continuing, “she’s so in love with you…So you don’t have to feel the need to come in here and piss all over the place”

Jungkook blushed, unable to keep the big goofy smile off of his face. Although she was being as rude as always, he couldn’t help but feel giddy, not only at her ending comment, but at the fact that if Jennie of all people could admit you were head over heels for him, then maybe he really didn’t have anything to worry about after all.

“I just…” Jungkook struggled to find the right words to convey how he felt. After all of the grief you both went through, he didn’t want to be the cause of any more, even if that meant playing nice with someone he deeply disliked just to see you at ease. He just wasn’t sure how that was going to work with Jennie in the equation.

“Look, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m moving on.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he sank back into his chair. Jennie peaked at him from behind her shoulder then put her focus back on cooking with a wide grin. “You don’t have to look so relieved. Even if I decided not to, it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.” She chuckled darkly as Jungkook shifted uncomfortably where he sat.

“I thought we said we were never mentioning that again.”

“Mentioning what again?” You toweled your wet hair as you sat down on Jungkook’s lap, looking at him and waiting for a reply. His mouth struggled to form words, something Jennie found extremely funny.

“Uhh, um.” If Jungkook wasn’t sweating before while talking to Jennie, he definitely was now. “The engagement. It’s just awkward to talk about, so…” You wrinkled your nose and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind if we put that topic on the shelf… How are your parents dealing with the wedding being called off though? They must be pissed.”

“Not sure, actually. I’ve been avoiding the subject, and their phone calls for that matter. No doubt they’re pissed though.”

You snorted, turning to Jennie, “I don’t doubt it. Jennie’s pretty good at pissing parents off.” Jennie mimicked your snort and rolled her eyes, sliding noodles into the now boiling pot.

“It’s like a superpower or something.”

You all ate dinner together in a semi-awkward, semi-comfortable atmosphere, though you could only speak for yourself regarding the situation. You knew they were both making an effort to make you more comfortable by being civil, and you were grateful for that, but you couldn’t imagine how they felt having to pretend this was normal.

The conversation never lulled, however, all of you talking animatedly, though Jungkook and Jennie never directly spoke to each other.

After dinner, you and Jennie resumed your usual routine of picking a movie to watch and Jungkook settled comfortably beside you, willing to watch whatever you two wanted so long as he could keep his spot on the couch next to you. Though, you could tell he wasn’t much interested in what you chose to watch, seeing as how cutely playing with your fingers the whole time was much more fascinating for him.

The three of you ended up dozing off on the sofa, Jungkook’s head resting on your lap and your head resting on Jennie’s shoulder.

That was only the first of many naps taken on the couch, dinner and a movie becoming a ritual for the three of you. Dates spent out and about with Jungkook whenever both of you were free to do so slowly morphed into more domestic hangouts that almost always included your best friend.

At first, it was evident the whole ordeal was uncomfortable for them, and although you assured them you were okay keeping them separate, they insisted everything was fine, more than fine even, though you weren’t sure if they were trying to convince you or themselves. Nonetheless, you let the chips fall where they may and took each day one at a time.

Weeks went by in perfect harmony, though you could tell things were changing beneath the surface. Although Jennie had affirmed she was no longer in the business of winning your affections, you just never knew what to believe when it came to her. And it seemed, because of that, that she was more determined than ever to show you that you could take her word for it.

Each morning you awoke, Jennie was already out of bed, either secluded on the couch or out running errands. You almost started to miss the way she’d cling onto you whenever you had to get out of bed. You definitely missed the dreamy look on her face whenever you talked about things you liked. Now, she would simply nod along politely and respond accordingly, but you knew her heart was no longer in those conversations. She seemed much more guarded these days, and although there were no talks of going your separate ways, you knew this was her way of putting distance between you two so that she could move on properly. She couldn’t put up any physical walls in between you two, so she put up emotional ones. You knew it was what she needed, so you pretended things between you two weren’t different, but the fact of the matter was that they were, and you hated how much it bothered you. You refused to think about why that was, but deep down you knew it was because the thought of her not caring about you anymore terrified you. No matter how difficult you made it for her to get close to you in the beginning, she still persevered and loved you so much you couldn’t look away. It had been the most anyone had ever cared about you, ever.

Jennie was the only person, until then, to constantly look after you and care about everything you had to say, no matter how minute the detail. Although you felt like you couldn’t return her affections properly, and it would be better for her to be in love with someone else, it was still hard for you to accept that you might be losing someone important to you. It felt as if you were slowly losing a part of yourself, and each time you opened your eyes in the morning to find the bed empty, the tiny fear inside of you grew and grew.

Not all semblance of affection was gone, however. On the mornings that you had to open the shop and therefore had to climb out of bed before her, she’d readily wake up to get breakfast started while you showered, and that was something you came to cherish dearly. Although you’d never admit that her cooking was terrible, you still showered giddily at the thought of not having to do something for yourself for once. You aso ate whatever she put in front of you with gusto no matter what, because it seemed to encourage her to do more things she had never had the need for before.

On this particular morning, however, she decided to try her hand at making the coffee instead of leaving that particular task to you as always before. She had looked up a tutorial on how to make coffee while you were bathing, and as you stared at the lumpy grounds at the bottom of your cup very visible through brown liquid that was way too clear, you smiled fondly at your best friend who waited with expectant eyes for your first sip.

You placed your lips on the rim of the cup and gingerly took a taste while maintaining eye contact. You licked the grinds off of your teeth, “Mmm! Thanks Jen!” You shivered and place the cup back on the counter, “I really gotta go though or I’m gonna be late. I’ll see you later!” You rubbed the top of her head in the way she always hated but it only seemed to bring a smile to her sleepy face.

“Okay,” she called out to you as you put your shoes on by the door, “Don’t forget! We have that big bottle of grey goose with our names on it. We’re drinking tonight!”

You made a sound of disgust as you opened the front door, “I prefer dark liquor, but I suppose a screwdriver once in a while isn’t the end of the world.”

“That’s my girl.” Jennie smiled and waved you goodbye, resuming her morning routine while you set off towards the campus coffee shop to get your fix.

The rest of the day went by as normal with you operating on auto pilot as your thoughts drifted towards what Jungkook might be doing at the office. You chuckled to yourself while organizing suiting according to size and brand, picturing Jungkook staring at spreadsheets dumbfounded. Then you slightly gasped under your breath at the thought of what his thighs might look like in that suit you picked out for him while sitting at his desk all pensive. You shook your head, dissipating all thirst thoughts and instead shifting your focus towards Jennie at home and what she might be struggling with at the moment. You pictured her intensely reading the labels of your cleaning products and smiled widely, then shivered when thinking about what other internet ideas she might want to try out on you.

Eventually, your thoughts drifted away from the people who captivated your interest towards the inevitable worries for your future and what lied ahead now that school was over. As you spaced out while checking the sales for the day on the cash register, the familiar chime of the bell signaled another customer.

“Sorry, we’re already closed,” You began speaking absentmindedly while focused on the screen, “but I can make you an appointment for a fitting if you’d like—” You barely finished your sentence before looking up and realizing who you were speaking to.

You both stared at each other, you waiting for them to speak and them looking at you with that same bored expression. Some things never change.

“What are you doing here?” You closed the register and crossed your arms, drumming your fingers on your forearms.

“Is that how you speak to customers? No wonder this place is empty.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “I know you’re not here to buy anything.”

“Observant.” Jisoo smiled and placed her hand bag on the counter, surveying the room with a judgey sweep of her eyes before settling them on you. “I’m here to talk.”

“About? Surely there’s nothing left to say after you embarrassed me at the proposal dinner.”

The dainty brunette smiled, her eyes shining with humor, “Oh no, trust me, you didn’t need any help embarrassing yourself, that was all you,” she tucked some hair behind her ear and crossed her arms too, “I want to talk to you about Jungkook.”

Your expression became guarded but softened a bit, “Why? Is he okay?”

“Relax Cinderella, he’s fine. Well…for now, that is.”

“I don’t understand.” Your heartbeat quickened as a bad feeling settled at the pit of your stomach. You just knew you wouldn’t like the next words that were about to leave her mouth.

“Break up with Jungkook.” And there it was. Jisoo deadpanned, and although there wasn’t a single trace of humor in her tone or demeanor, you couldn’t help but cackle, making the girl’s eyebrow twitch at your audacity.

“Not a chance.” You busied yourself with the rest of the closing procedures, making sure she knew you didn’t care whether she stayed or went.

Jisoo sighed, “I’m serious, Y/N. You need to end things with him, whatever it is that you two have at this point.” You bristled at her backhanded statement. “Don’t you think you’ve already caused enough strain between him and his parents?”

“Jungkook is a grown man, he doesn’t need you to speak for him and he’s free to make his own decisions. Besides, it’s not like I’m the one that broke off the engagement, Jennie did of her own accord.”

“That’s not exactly true though, is it? We all know if you weren’t in the picture they would probably be married by now. Either way, you’re responsible for what’s happening with their families.” The longer Jisoo talked, the angrier you became. This was evident to the girl, so she decided to soften her tone and switch tactics. “We also know how much of a hopeless romantic Jungkook is. He’ll never let you go, no matter what. So you have to be the one to cut him loose or else he’ll never move on. And I mean really cut things off Y/N, or else he’ll never give up hope.”

You sighed and turned to her for the first time, “Jisoo, why are you here?”

“I told you—”

“No. Why are you here, telling me these things, getting involved in a relationship that has nothing to do with you?”

“Because if I don’t, no one else will, and someone has to be on Jungkook’s side.”

“What makes you think I’m not on his side?”

Jisoo shot you a look before picking her purse back up and draping it over her shoulder, “What makes you think you’ve done anything to prove you have his best interest at heart?” Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed with indignance. “Look, I know you like him. And I know he is absolutely in love with you, for whatever reason that might be. But at the end of the day, family is more important than anything. Can you honestly justify him being on bad terms with his parents over an undefined relationship?” Jisoo watched your eyebrows furrow and your breath quicken, “Yeah, he talks to me about you two, big surprise.”

She made her way towards the entrance and paused to turn the “now open” sign around. “Then again, I don’t suppose you’d understand the notion of family loyalty.” Your eyes watered at her callous words. You were so tired of people thinking you incapable of such concepts simply because you grew up in the foster care system. “Just be the bigger person and make the choice he can’t seem to make. You know it’s only right.” And with that, she exited the shop and left you to mind the rest of your responsibilities.

You felt better the moment she left, but you were still on edge. As much as you tried to put the conversation out of your mind, you just couldn’t. You wanted to kill her for knowing such personal things about you and using them against you. As much as you tried to reason that she was Jungkook’s cousin, you were still livid about him sharing such intimate details about you and your relationship with someone as nasty as her. You huffed all the way home, refusing to invite Jungkook over for drinks like you said you would, as a sign of protest, though he’d never actually know that.

Should you breakup with Jungkook? You’d tried it before, but that only got him to tell you he loved you which only led to more sex. It was futile. And it didn’t help that your feelings for him were only growing since you met him, despite the massive hiccup with the engagement. But could there be some truth to Jisoo’s words? Were you ultimately thinking only of yourself by leaving Jungkook to handle the fallout of the breakup alone? When did relationships stop being fun and airy and turn into the equivalent of pulling teeth?

By the time you got home, your shoulders were slumped, and your expression was crest fallen. Jennie opened the door before you were done turning the key in the lock and instantly pouted, your bummed-out demeanor was already ruining her good mood.

“Bad day at work?” She pulled you in by the wrist and helped you take off your blazer.

“Not exactly. I just…had a rude customer.”

“Well, fuck ‘em. They don’t matter anymore. But you know what does matter?” Jennie twirled around the living room until she got to the bottle of alcohol sitting at the coffee table. You giggled as she picked it up and held it above her head like it was baby Simba. Your mood instantly lifted and your expression became sunnier. You tossed your belongings on the floor, took your shoes off and joined your best friend on the floor by the television as she carefully balanced the amount of vodka and orange juice she poured into your mickey mouse cup while jutting her tongue out with a furrowed brow.

You smiled as you took your cup from her hand, already able to smell the alcohol in it though it was inches from your nostrils. “So, how was your day? What’d you do?” You took a sip and grimaced as the fluid burned all the way down your esophagus to the pit of your stomach where it dissipated into a cloud of warmth that bloomed from the inside out.

Jennie also took a sip of her drink then squeezed her eyes shut with a squeal as her top knot drooped over her forehead. You chuckled, rolling your eyes at her inability to handle strong drinks but finding it endearing, nonetheless.

“It was great, actually! I got some cleaning done and then I went downtown to meet with an old friend who’s done some print shoots for Vogue. He said I could come down sometime and watch him work!” She continued gushing for some time and you couldn’t help but think back to the time you two first had a drink together and talked at her apartment. It was very reminiscent, except you clearly remembered having wine instead, and she also seemed much sadder back then. There was a fire behind Jennie’s words now that you couldn’t put your finger on, but it was nice to see your friend so alive and passionate for the first time.

As you downed the rest of your cup, you couldn’t help but wonder how easy your relationship with her might’ve turned out if you had decided to hit on Jennie at Yoongi’s party instead of befriending her. It’s not like it didn’t cross your mind. She was a pretty girl that shared your taste in music, what more did you need? As you stared at the bottom of your cup, you tried to think about why you friend zoned Jennie right away. Perhaps it was your experience dealing with straight girls going through a phase, perhaps you were just feeling a little antisocial that night, but either way, you couldn’t go back and change things. Maybe this was how it was always meant to be. The thought both comforted you and bothered you.

Jennie stopped talking long enough to pour you another drink, and though she made it exactly as she did the last one, you hardly tasted the alcohol, that’s how you knew you were already getting drunk.

You both decided that trash reality television would be the choice of entertainment for the night, and as she searched for the remote to turn up the volume, you put your phone on vibrate as several texts from Jungkook came through all at once.

Jennie turned the lights off and then came to sit by you. “So, where’s fuck boy? I thought you said you were inviting him.”

“Not anymore.” You answered curtly which had the girl’s eyebrows shooting up. Nonetheless, she didn’t press further as she sensed your tension on the matter. You felt petty as you sat there in the dark, ignoring your flashing phone screen. You knew he hadn’t sent his cousin to your job to aggravate you, but the whole thing upset you anyhow and you just wanted the freedom of one night to express your annoyance no matter how one sided it was.

After a while, however, Jennie rested her head on your shoulder and spoke barely above the television, “You wanna talk about it?”

You sighed, putting your second empty cup down and blinking the blur out of your eyes. Your fingers were tingling and a warm buzz spread throughout your body. “No, not really. Let’s keep talking about you though. I want to hear more about your photographer friend.” You slurred your words a little towards the end which had you both chuckling. You shoved her for snorting, and she toppled over onto the floor, spilling her drink in the process.

“Look what you did!” Jennie yelled while staring at the liquid spreading under the couch.

“What I did!?” You guffawed as you shakily got up to retrieve paper towels. When you returned, you stumbled over her to dab at the mess with a massive ball of napkins. You both laughed as she pushed you off of her and onto the floor. You laid there for a while, staring at the wiggly ceiling as she finished wiping up the floor.

You sat up when you heard her cuss under her breath. “What, what’s wrong?”

“It’s going to get sticky, there’s a lot of sugar in that juice. We should’ve poured some water first before wiping it up. And speaking of water, you should probably have some. All that sugar will give you a hangover.”

As she got up, you took her wrist and pulled her back down. She looked at you in confusion, then froze as she watched your head come closer to hers. Jennie sat there for a while, unable to breath as you brushed your nose against her cheek and smelled her hair. Coconut, as always.

“Y/N…” Her voice was shaky and low. You hummed in response, bringing your hand up to caress her face. All you could think about were the possibilities you were missing out on, all of the could’ve beens and the should’ve beens. Your hand cupped her cheek as you leaned your forehead onto hers. Jennie gulped, her fingers trembling over your palm.

“Fuck the water,” You whispered against her lips before crashing your mouth against hers in a heated kiss. She didn’t move at first, taking time in her inebriated stated to realize this was actually happening and that she wasn’t hallucinating. Slowly, her trembling fingers slid up to your face and into your hair before she reciprocated.

Jennie gasped on your mouth as you tugged on her strands and licked at her reddened lips. You blushed, listening to her tiny whimpers and muffled moans, knowing you were the cause for all of them. You tried to remember the few times you two had kissed in the past and wondered if this was the most tender of all times. It certainly felt much more romantic than you were used to being with her.

You detached yourself from Jennie’s puffy lips before kissing her cheek then dragging your lips down her jaw and onto the soft skin of her neck that was now breaking out in goosebumps. Her chest heaved, her hands hesitating on your shoulders.

You paused to move her hair off of her shoulder and tuck stray strands behind her ears, then began planting feather light kisses on her shoulder. She inhaled deeply and moved her head to the side to expose more of her neck for you to ravage with your sinful mouth. You nipped just under her jaw then nuzzled into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.

“Mmm. I love whatever it is you put in your hair. I don’t know if you know that but…I’m telling you now.” You giggled at yourself, able to hear how drunk you sounded but being able to do nothing about it.

“You’ve never told me that before,” Jennie was wistful for a second before perking up, “Tell me something else you’ve never told me before.”

“Hmm…” You paused and took another deep breath, sitting back to look at her. She looked back at you timidly, almost regretting her question, until you answered.

You took her hands in yours then brought them up to your face to kiss. “You’re the only person that’s ever cared about me this much and I love you for that.” Jennie stopped breathing for the second time, but you didn’t notice. You kissed her hands one more time before lacing your fingers through hers and standing up, bringing her with you.

You led her to the bedroom, sitting her down on the edge before climbing on top. You scooted towards the middle of the bed, smiling down at her lazily and tugging at her shirt sleeves. She sat up briefly to remove the top then laid back down. You stared down at her bra, recognizing it immediately.

“I remember helping you pick this one out.” Jennie blushed again, feeling shy under your scrutinizing gaze. “It’s pretty on you.” You blushed too, feeling out of your element. You weren’t used to being romantic, especially not with her. But if this was the kind of thing she needed, you’d be happy to oblige.

With nothing left to say, you leaned down and kissed her tenderly, placing your hands on her chest and feeling the delicate beading on your palms and the plush feel of her breasts against your fingertips. You were afraid it might feel wrong, to kiss your best friend and mean it, and not just because you were fighting or to even a score, although you were drunk yet again. But that couldn’t be helped, because you weren’t sure if you’d have the courage or even the desire to do this otherwise.

Your hands snaked around her torso before clumsily fumbling with her bra clasp. You both giggled while kissing since it was taking you way too long to get it off. Finally, you let her take over. She undid the bra quickly, letting the garment fall down her arms and onto the bed.

You blushed, looking at her bare breasts in the harsh light of your bedroom. Suddenly your mouth was dry, so you swallowed thickly, bringing a hand to her chest and resting your palm over her hardened nipple. You looked up at her face, and it took her a minute to rip her eyes away from your hand and meet yours. You leaned in and kissed her again, enjoying the feeling of how soft her lips felt against yours compared to how it felt when kissing Jungkook. The feeling of novelty wasn’t lost on you as you engaged in this tender experience with her. It all felt extremely intimate, so you hesitated more than usual.

With one last kiss on her lips, you lowered yourself in between her legs and took her nipple into your mouth, sucking at the bud then laving at it with your tongue. She let out a shaky breath and patted the top of your head. You closed your eyes, kneading her other boob with your freehand while gently tugging on her nipple with your teeth. She let out a low moan, shifting underneath you. You could tell she was getting worked up quickly, so you slowly kissed your way back up to her face to tease her a bit.

You noticed she was trembling slightly, and you smiled against her skin, finding it endearing that you could have such an effect on her. You kissed below her ear once more then her temple but suddenly stopped, feeling your lips moistened with salty fluid that could only mean one thing. You leaned back and noticed her crumbling expression, instantly panicking and wondering if you did something wrong.

Her bottom lip trembled as more tears spilled from the corners of her sparkling eyes.

“Hey, hey,” You cooed softly, brushing her hair out of her face then moving off of her to sit up on your elbow, “what’s the matter?”

“I…I just,” Jennie struggled to form the right words to say, to convey the mix of emotion she was feeling, “It’s just…” You waited patiently with a concerned expression but nodded along, not wanting to rush her. “It’s too hard.” She sniffled and sat up, “I’m getting over you Y/N. I mean, I was… I’ve been doing so good, because I was sure you’d never ever feel the same about me and…you just tell me you love me out of nowhere and--” A sob interrupted her, and your heart broke yet again. You hadn’t stopped to think about the fact that she might not want you to confuse her this way, and it made you feel awful. Jisoo was right, maybe you were self-involved.

“Fuck, Jennie, I’m so sorry. Fuck, I’m such an idiot.” You began sitting up from the bed, but her slight fingers clung onto the sleeves of your shirt, halting you from moving farther away from her. She threw her head back in an attempt to get the tears to stop flowing.

“You meant it, though? You love me?” She looked at you with wide teary eyes and you couldn’t help but chuckle faintly.

“Are you kidding me? Of course, I do. You’re all I have. You mean the world to me. How could you think you don’t?”

“Well,” Jennie smiled, wiping a stray tear from her face, “you’re not exactly the most expressive person.” You both chuckled lightheartedly.

“Yeah, well, I’m working on it.” You smiled, reaching for Jennie’s shirt and handing it to her. She looked down at the balled-up fabric in confusion.

“I don’t want to stop.” She looked up at you tentatively and you pursed your lips.

“But, you’re right though. Doing this is only going to make it harder for you to move on.”

“But if you love me then… why do I have to move on?” You smiled, finding her pouting to be the most adorable thing ever.

“Because, Jen, loving you doesn’t mean I’m in love with you.”

“Well, what’s the difference, anyway? Maybe loving me is just the first step towards being in love with me.” You giggled as she nuzzled up to you. You wrapped your arms around her and laid down together.

“The difference, is that only one of them leads to the kind of thing you’re looking for.” Jennie hummed against your chest, sliding her hands over your waist then under your top.

“And what do you think it is that I’m looking for?” Jennie’s hands slid upwards until they found the mounds on your chest, gently groping and kneading you above your bra. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“I…I’m not sure anymore.” You let out a shaky breath as her hand sneaked under your bra. Her fingers slid over your nipple and pinched it until it had you biting your lip for more. When she looked up at you to see your reaction, you lowered your head and kissed her, the heat from earlier returning tenfold.

You brought your hands to both sides of her face, holding her to you and closing your eyes to deepen the kiss.

“Does this mean you’re not moving on anymore?”

“Not if there’s a chance for us. Even the smallest chance. There’s no way I can move on then.”

You frowned, “That doesn’t seem fair to you Jen. I can’t promise you anything.”

“Well, I’m a big girl, and it’s not your decision to make, is it? Now stop talking, you’re ruining the mood.” You couldn’t help but crack a smile. She was as bossy as always. You finally started to feel like you two were the same as before.

“Yes ma’am.” You smiled against her lips then promptly removed your shirt. Her eyes raked over your body. You blushed as she pushed you down onto the bed to plant ravenous kisses all over you. She removed your bra with calculated dexterity, tossing the worn polyester to the ground and returned the favor enthusiastically.

She didn’t spend too much time focusing on your breasts, choosing instead to continue kissing her way down to your navel. Your stomach twitched when her hair tickled it softly, making her smile. She hooked her fingers over the waist band of your pants then gently tugged until they came off completely. She paused to stare at your barely covered cunt, much to your curiosity.

Her hands slid up your bare legs sensually, and this time it was her turn for her mouth to run dry. She tentatively licked her lips as her hands reached your underwear, rubbing the fabric with her thumb and looking up at you. You stared back with a quirked brow, letting her have complete control of the situation.

Jennie turned back to the apex of your legs, decidedly taking her time on teasing you. This was the first time she’d ever gotten you under her, and she didn’t want the moment to pass her by so quickly. She wanted you to be the one begging for her this time around.

Jennie ran a single finger up and down your slit, causing you to squirm underneath her. Given the amount of alcohol you consumed in such a short amount of time, you were hornier and needier than usual. You also noticed how much more vocal you are, barely registering the hissing sounds sliding from your lips as your own. When her thumb began circling your clit above the cotton fabric, you threw your head back and rolled your eyes into your head. You were already getting wet from the teasing. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate for her touch.

She bunched up the fabric and held it against your slit, moving it up and down and causing an excess amount of friction down the center. Your core was now hot and wet, overly ready for her tongue and fingers, but she wasn’t ready to concede just yet, not when you looked so cute torturing your bottom lip like that.

“Fuck, Jennie, stop teasing me!” The girl grinned mischievously, shushing you with a finger upon her lips.

“I’m going to do what I want and you’re going to like it.”

You grinned, knowing full well how stubborn your friend could be when she wanted to be.

“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment?” She inserted her finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it before pulling it out with a pop. She moved your underwear to the side and slowly rubbed her drenched finger in between your folds, letting a sigh out when she felt and saw how slick they were for her.

You sat up on your elbows to get a better look at what was happening, bucking your hips each time her finger came close to your entrance. The devilish smirk on her lips every time she jerked her hand out of the way fired you up, so you pushed her hand off of her and pounced on the girl, pinning her to the bed.

Jennie giggled, attempting to wriggle free but to no avail.

“You think it’s funny to tease me?” You nibbled on her ear then rested your head at the crook of her neck, feeling how warm she was as you tightened your grip on her wrists. Jennie shivered, knowing your tone of voice could only mean she was in for it now.

You moved both of her wrists to one hand, the other trailing down her figure until it reached her breasts. You pinched her engorged bud roughly, earning a couple mewls from the helpless girl underneath you.

But your hand didn’t stop there. Once it was done assaulting her perky breasts, it continued trailing down, bypassing her shorts and her underwear and sliding straight into her slick folds. She gasped, struggling against your tight hold on her. She’d expected you to tease her in return, so she wasn’t prepared at all when two of your fingers slid into her abruptly.

Jennie closed her eyes, widening her legs to give you better access to her most intimate parts. She writhed and moaned under you, much to your amusement. You bit your lip watching the way she abused hers in an attempt to not scream once you found her g spot.

“Y/N…Y/N…” Her body trembled, her walls quivering around your digits the more you assaulted the fleshy mound inside of her that drove her absolutely insane. You could tell how close she was, so you paused to remove the rest of her clothing. You didn’t want to miss the sight of her orgasm in its entirety.

Once she was completely naked, you wasted no time re-entering her and finding her g-spot again.

“Cumming already?” Your thumb slid upwards along her folds until it found her sensitive clit, circling tightly around it. “I can’t believe you’re going to cum this quickly when I haven’t even used my mouth on you yet.”

“Fuck you.” Jennie spat the words out at you in between moans with flushed cheeks and a sweaty chest. You chuckled, increasing the speed of your fingers pumping in and out of her to drive her over the edge.

Her tight pussy squeezed the life out of your fingers as she moaned extra loudly, her orgasm quickly approaching. The sight of her writhing under you had you flooding your own underwear. You wanted so badly to mark every inch of her smooth skin with your mouth, to make her see stars with your tongue.

“That’s it baby, c’mon.” You stared down between her legs, mesmerized by the way she was squirting for you just from your two fingers. Your tongue darted out and licked your lips at the sight of her drenched pussy, wondering what the fluid tasted like. The last time you had fingered her, you didn’t get to see her cum, and boy, did you deprive yourself. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” Jennie moaned in response, struggling to move your fingers away from her oversensitive core. You conceded, only to lean down and lick a thick stripe between her legs to taste what your tongue had missed out on. Her legs trembled and she fell backwards onto the bed, panting with exhaustion. You bit your lip, your mouth glistening with her arousal. She laid before you, naked, beautiful and spent. You smiled, hoping she was enjoying herself as much as you were.

You sat up on your knees, climbing over her to give her a kiss for being such a good girl for you, but when you got closer to her face, you realized her breathing was even, too even.

You must’ve underestimated how plastered she was, because apparently the orgasm was strong enough to put her to sleep immediately. You chuckled, settling for a kiss on the forehead before climbing off of her. You laid beside her, pulling the blanket up to cover you both as you nuzzled into her side with your arm draped over her mid-section.

You were still buzzed, but you weren’t tired for some reason, so you settled for listening to her breathing for a while, hoping the rhythmic sounds would lull you to sleep, and they probably would have, if it wasn’t for the sound of your front door opening and closing jolting you awake.

Your eyes widened and you sat up instantly, the bedsheets falling off of you to expose your naked chest at your intruder standing at the doorway. Jungkook’s irises darkened, trained on your hardened nipples. You stared back at him, unsure of what to say. He looked pissed, and rightfully so.

The last time you fucked Jennie, you did it to get back at him for keeping a huge secret from you, knowing it’d hurt him because it was with Jennie, of all people. But this time was different. You fucked her because you wanted to. Frankly, you weren’t sure which one was worse. You swallowed thickly, your eyes trained on each and every one of his movements.

He never broke eye contact with you, not when he removed his blazer and shoes, and definitely not when he removed his tie. His eyes flitted to Jennie sleeping beside you briefly before coming back to you. His jaw was tightened, his expression hardened. You’d never seen him so visibly mad before, and it sent a thrill down your spine. Still, his silence was deafening, but you weren’t sure if you preferred it to his yelling. Your eyes were glued to his, but there was a magnetic pull drawing you to his body, especially as his veiny hands undid the buttons of his dress shirt, one by one, to expose his taught muscles. His tense disposition only caused his muscles to flex harder, and it was making your head swim.

Once his shirt was off, he removed his belt roughly, tonguing the inside of his cheek in annoyance as he mulled over whatever it was that was going through his mind. His pants were barely hanging onto the dip of his hips when he held up shiny metal objects that jingled when they moved. You swallowed again, feeling grateful when he finally spoke.

“You left your keys in the door, again, if you’re wondering how I got in.”

“Oh…” It was all you could say. You weren’t sure if you should start to explain yourself, partly because it was obvious what was going on when he got here and also because suddenly the excuse about being mad at Jisoo seemed corny. It’s not like you were cheating on him exactly, but you knew this could still hurt him, and it made you feel guilty as hell.

Jungkook tossed the keys onto your desk with a loud clang. He sighed, frowning at your lack of words, so you cleared your throat to fill the silence, “I… um…sorry I didn’t text you back…”

“I can see you were busy.” You blushed, feeling judged with the way he quirked his brow. Suddenly, he continued removing his clothing, and it only just now dawned on you that he wasn’t leaving in rage. In fact, he was getting ready to stay.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him kicking his dress pants off, exposing his bulging thighs and standing in the light of your bedroom, eyes on you.

“Are you mad? You look mad.” You blurted out the words you were thinking, feeling relieved when you said them, then not so relieved when he didn’t answer you. He simply turned around to remove his watch and place it on your desk along with his keys and wallet. Then, he walked over to the light switch and turned the lights off before making his way over to you and climbed on the bed, taking purchase on the opposite side Jennie was on. He climbed under the sheets then turned to you and hugged you tightly, pulling your back flush against his hot chest.

“Mad? Nah…annoyed? Yes. Very much so. I hate when you ignore my texts.” He took a deep breath, both of his arms squeezing you for dear life. You felt comforted in his warm embrace, spooning in bed as you had done together many times before.

“Sorry. I was being petty because—”

“Jisoo. I know. Don’t worry, I talked to her already.”

You laid together in silence for a while. Your initial fears at his arrival dissipated into warm feelings of affection and relief. Suddenly the sleep that had eluded you found you, and you realized you hadn’t been able to sleep before because of all your thoughts about Jungkook.

You yawned and spoke sleepily, “I love you too, you know what right?”

Jungkook’s pensive demeanor cracked and made way for a small smile hidden in the disarray of your hair, “Yeah, I kinda figured that already.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes in the darkness of your room. You looked towards Jennie again, wondering how it was possible for someone to be such a pretty sleeper. You yawned again, wanting to hold out on sleeping just yet to say one more thing.

“I wasn’t talking about me ignoring your texts.”

“I know…and you know that I’m the jealous type. But… I can’t waste my time getting mad at you over this, you’re just going to do whatever you want anyway.” Jungkook’s hand slid up your chest until it rested comfortably on your boob, giving it a squeeze. “Also, I know you love me, and I guess that’s enough for me for now.” Suddenly you were aware of his boner pressing up against your backside. “Plus I’ve already made up my mind to punish you in the morning.”

You sighed contently, closing your eyes and falling asleep in the arms of the man you loved, sleeping next to the woman you absolutely adored.

It was only a few hours later when you awoke. The room was still dark for the most part, but a few streams of light floated in through the blinds and illuminated spots in the hardwood floor with a dull purple glow. You were still very much in Jungkook’s embrace, and you were in no hurry to leave it.

Jennie had shifted over on her side sometime during the night to face you. You wondered if she had woken up long enough to notice Jungkook was sharing the bed with you both, and upon focusing on her face, you noticed she was indeed awake. It only took a few seconds for her eyes to meet yours. You shot her a dreamy smile that bordered on cocky, one that said, remember when I made you cum so hard you fell asleep? You wriggled your eyebrows, earning a smile and an eye roll from the girl.

You noticed her eyes fall from your gaze and journey downward, surveying your naked torso with Jungkook’s large hands wrapped around you. Her eyes got all the way down to the underwear that you still had on. She wondered if they were still moist from earlier when she was having her way with you briefly.

“Can’t sleep?” You whispered to her, not wanting to wake up Jungkook.

She shook her head, reaching out a tentative hand to run her fingers down your stomach to the waist band of your panties. “No. Now that I’m not drunk anymore, I want more.” The tips of her fingers slid just past the band, massaging the skin just underneath it and causing your lower stomach to twitch in response.

“You’re so needy.” You both chucked sleepily. Her hand slid down further, making slight contact with your lips and it made you lose humor instantly. You froze, wondering if Jungkook was awake yet or not, but you felt his even breath at the back of your neck which told you he was still sleeping like a kitten. You bit your lip, looking at the mischievous look on Jennie’s face. She can’t possibly be planning on doing what I think she’s doing.

“You’re kidding right?” Your voice hitched as her fingers pressed into your clit. Your legs were closed with Jungkook’s draped over yours, but she was still able to squeeze in between your folds and apply pressure to the right spot. Your walls instantly clenched, and you did everything you could not to buck to the rhythm of her touch and possibly wake up Jungkook. “Jennie…Jungkook’s right here, you’re insane.” You hissed quietly at her, but it wasn’t intimidating enough for her to stop

“Oh please, as if you two haven’t fucked while I was sleeping nearby.” Oh shit. “Yeah, I know about that. So, are you going to be a hypocrite? Or are you going to let me finger you like a little slut while your boyfriend’s wrapped around you?”

You licked your lips, words failing you. The thought shamefully excited you. Your silence was your admittance to feeling sorry that she knew about that, and it was also permission to punish you for it.

She slid a digit down along your folds and hummed with approval. Turns out, you were just as moist as she’d presumed.

Jennie carefully scooted closer so your faces were mere centimeters from each other. The new proximity allowed her finger to enter you comfortably from a new angle. You closed your eyes and sighed, reveling in the feeling of her being inside of you and massaging the dull ache that manifested itself when you were initially making out hours ago. You hadn’t had your release yet and you felt like you were so tightly wound that you could burst at any second. It would also explain why you were already flooding after a few thrusts of her finger inside you.

Jennie’s nipples hardened instantly, her own legs shifting for friction. She was so unbelievably turned on right now, not only because of the danger but also because she was finally getting to pleasure you like she’d always wanted to, and the way your body responded to her was making her head swim. Her fingers got greedy, swirling inside of you to make obscene noises with your leaking arousal. Your mouth hung open and your eyes glazed over. When she saw you were about to moan, she leaned in and pressed her lips onto yours, slipping her tongue into your mouth and swirling it around yours. You were forced to keep your mouth open while her finger slipped in and out of you, making increasingly embarrassing noises that had you blushing. You were definitely a little slut for her.

Your walls soon began squeezing her finger periodically, and your stomach began twitching. You shut your eyes, panting while feeling like you were going mad not being able to move or make a sound.

When you thought you might finally cum, your eyes shot open and Jennie’s finger inside you stilled as Jungkook growled by your ear.

“Are you getting her ready for me?” Jungkook’s groggy voice was impossibly deep, his sultry tone registering with the depths of your core. You blinked a few times in the dark, then looked at Jennie who was looking just past your shoulder.

“No, actually, I was getting her ready for my tongue.”

“Well, that’s too bad, it’s my turn to punish her.” Your eyes widened even more, realizing they were having a conversation about you while you were right there in between them about to cum.

“Fine. But I want to make her cum first.” Jennie’s voice was monotone and decided, resuming her finger’s movement. Your shallow breathing returned, a feeling of confusion, bewilderment and arousal intermingling inside your fuzzy mind.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s hand squeezed your breasts as his fingers began playing with your nipple. His other hand slid down the curve of your figure to your leg and hoisted one up, giving Jennie better access to your pussy and free reign over your entrance.

He pressed a kiss into the bottom of your ear and it had you shivering in anticipation, “Were you close to cumming, baby?” All you could do was nod, resuming your focus on Jennie’s fingers. She slid in a second one and began pumping them at a sweet languid pace that had you bucking your hips into her palm. Jungkook didn’t stop tending to you, peppering kisses down your neck and onto your shoulder. His hand on your leg groped your flesh and his boner pressed up against your back side, waiting impatiently for its turn inside of you.

Jungkook’s hand slid from your inner thigh to your clit suddenly, rubbing circles into the nub as Jennie worked her magic on your core. You began moaning uncontrollably and bucking your hips wildly, unable to reason how this could feel so so good.

“That’s it, baby.” Jungkook’s cooing in your ear was your undoing. You came all over Jennie’s fingers without abandon, leaning back into Jungkook’s hard body for support. You moved their hands away from you at the feeling of over stimulation, but Jungkook wasn’t letting you off the hook. He wasn’t one to let go of a grudge so easily, that was for sure.

Without warning, he hooked your leg over his arm and brought it further up, lining his now exposed penis up with your entrance and pushing in. You moaned loudly, feeling the girth of his cock entering you without resistance. You trembled and squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the entirety of his motion from being overly sensitive. Suddenly, Jennie’s fingers were at your mouth, waiting for entrance. You parted your lips, letting her digits in and sucking on them sensually, tasting yourself on every inch.

Jennie bit her lip, pleased with how good you were being for her. Her irises darkened, watching Jungkook enter you roughly. You kept your eyes on her, getting off on her watching Jungkook begin fucking you without mercy, taking all of his frustration out on your sopping wet cunt. Jungkook’s hands held you roughly as tight groans and hisses escaped his mouth. He loved the way it felt to fuck you after you’ve just orgasmed.

Suddenly, Jennie looked past your shoulder to the boy with a focused look on his face and bangs matted down on his sweaty forehead.

“I want her to eat me out while you fuck her.”

Jungkook barked a laugh, sneering as he pounded into you rather roughly, earning a cry from you. “Not a fucking chance.”

They spoke over your loud moans. Your fingers reached out to play with Jennie’s nipples while she continued watching you getting pounded into the mattress.

“You’re so greedy Jungkook.”

“Don’t fucking push it, I’ve been nice enough, haven’t I?” Jungkook’s eyes furrowed, focusing on how tight your walls felt around his throbbing member. He slowed his thrusts and changed his angle, bucking his hips into you sweetly. You both hissed at the feeling. He bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body surrendering to the feeling of him being inside of you over and over again. You hadn’t been fucked like this in a while, and the stimulus from both your lovers in close proximity was making you want to cum again so soon. “Is my cock that good baby? You’re already squeezing the shit out of it and I’ve barely fucked you how I want to.” You couldn’t speak, not when you were so focused on your second orgasm that was bound to make you see stars, so you nodded and bit your lip. Not to mention, Jungkook was being extra vocal and it was a weakness of yours.

Jungkook looked at Jennie as you nodded, a smug smirk on his face. Her eyes were fiery, unable to believe his audacity, but also wanting to see you cum again.

“I’ll tell you what,” Jungkook moved his lips towards your ear but maintained his eyes on Jennie, “I’ll let you cum if you say my name. I’ll fuck your little pussy just how I know you like it.”

“Fuckkk, Jungkook!” You moaned his name as his fingers returned to your clit, his hips rocking into you with renewed intensity.

Jennie licked her lips, her eyes glazing over lustfully as she brought her finger down to her own clit to rub furious circles at the sight of you getting fucked like a bitch. She was unbelievably jealous but so turned on at the same time. Her own walls were drenched and closing around nothing, the feeling driving her crazy. She craved your expert mouth on her lips, both above and below, but she recognized that look on Jungkook’s face. He wasn’t prepared to share you any more than he had been already.

“Junkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!” The boy smiled cockily, loving the way his name spilled from your lips repeatedly. How could something sound so sweet and innocent yet inherently filthy at the same time? He wanted to show you how much you were his and only his with each thrust driving the point home every time he bottomed out inside of you.

“That’s it baby. Now, who do you love?” Jungkook whispered in your ear, but not low enough for Jennie not to hear.

“You. I love you. Please, I want to cum!” Jungkook chuckled deeply, speeding up his fingers on your clit while glancing at Jennie to make sure she heard.

“As you wish.” Jungkook’s hips bucked into yours relentlessly, shifting your body roughly atop the bed sheets, but he didn’t hear your moans, much to his confusion. He leaned over and realized it was because Jennie was kissing you, quivering from her own orgasm that she had quietly reached from her own fingers. The sight was enough for Jungkook to cum right then and there, so he was grateful when your orgasm came quickly, making your body go limp in his arms and drenching his reddened dick. Jungkook moaned, feeling pure ecstasy as he released his seed into you. Your pussy quivered, getting filled to the brim.

The three of you panted, laying on your backs in a heap of limbs. You continued kissing Jennie until her orgasm left her feeling weak again, all the while Jungkook rubbed circles into your skin while catching his breath. You were the last one to fall asleep, your head swimming with thoughts of what just happened. Above all, you felt more complete than you ever had, not having to sacrifice one love for another, at least for tonight. You knew your days were numbered, but nonetheless you sighed in contentment. You didn’t know what the morning would bring, after all. You just never knew with these two.

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Caretaking Vampire, The Masterpost

((Hi friends! This has been a fun little series. I very much enjoyed writing it, and thank you all for your kind words. This here is a masterpost of the entire Caretaking Vampire series, to make it more convenient to read in one sitting.))

((Thank you again! Hope you all have a good, whump-filled day))

The vampire caretaker has their all too human whumpee backed into a corner.

They hold their hands up, palms out, and they keep their voice quiet and low. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please! Please, nnn, don’t-”

The scent of panic pours out of the whumpee, filling the caretaker’s nose with every breath. It’s so thick that the taste of it lingers on the back of their tongue. The caretaker fears that the whumper will find them before they have a chance to escape.

They’re hungry. Even now, the pangs threaten to double them over. They’re weak with it. This is the first human they’ve seen in ages.

“I…need this,” they say, and god, it’s taking all the willpower they have to keep their words steady. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to…help…but I need this. I need your strength to get us out.”

The caretaker draws close. Puts their hands on the whumpee’s shoulders. Tilts their head to the side as gingerly as possible.

They put their mouth to the whumpee’s pulse.

There’s warmth, the rhythm of a beating heart, and they feel every muscle in the whumpee’s body coiled and trembling. They can’t fight, running away only brought them to this corner, so now the whumpee is freezing up. They whimper, helpless, “please…”

And though relief is just a few layers of flesh and skin away, the caretaker takes a moment to try and offer some form of comfort. They brush tender fingertips up and down the whumpee’s back. “I need you…to relax, as much as you can. I need you to breathe.”

They’re quick when they bite down. There’s no softening the pain of fangs cutting through the skin, no easy path into the carotid artery. Once they hit their mark, they inject more than half of their reserved venom.

The whumpee’s scream cuts through the air, and the caretaker prays that the whumper isn’t close enough to hear as they hold the whumpee tight to their chest to keep them from thrashing. It’s only a moment. The artery pumps a blissful mix of pain relief and paralyzing chemicals right into the whumpee’s brain.

It isn’t long before they go limp. The caretaker drinks heavy, desperate gulps, and the scent of fear fades to a drowsy mist.

“I’m sorry,” the caretaker says once the wound is closed. “I’ll make this up to you once we’re safe. I promise.”

______

Escaping the whumper was no easy feat. They claimed a large, heavily guarded territory, a territory which has served as the caretaker’s prison for far longer than they wanted to think about.

Even now, they’re not completely out. The burst of energy granted to them by feeding dwindles, and the coming light of the sun forces them to stop and seek shelter.

They keep the whumpee close, cradled against their chest like a plush toy, the weight and breath a comfort despite their fragile frame. The caretaker threads their fingers through the whumpee’s hair, both for the whumpee’s sake and for their own.

The whumpee’s hand curls into the caretaker’s shirt.

Fear rears up in the caretaker’s chest, a rising panic that they struggle to calm. They hold the whumpee a little tighter. They speak softly.

“The venom found in a vampire’s bite is designed to do two things. First it stops the victim from moving. Second, it soothes pain and induces a sense of contentment. The paralysis wears off first.”

The caretaker pauses, gathering their thoughts and steeling themself. If they can keep steady and grounded, then their presence will be reassuring; They can’t risk sounding tense or uncertain here.

“You might seem fine right now, but in a little while you’ll be able to feel the blood you’ve lost. You’ll be weak. Tired. Maybe a bit light-headed or nauseated. These symptoms are normal. They’ll be worse since I can’t get you food right now, but they’re normal.

“You’ll also…probably be afraid of me.” The caretaker exhales warmth against the top of the whumpee’s head, keeping them tucked under their chin. “Please don’t be afraid. I know you’ve been hurt. I’ve been hurt, too. We’re the same. I want to get out just as much as you.”

A slow breath in, a slow breath out.

And despite their resolve, a tremor enters the caretaker’s voice, their grip becoming desperate. “I just want to get out.”

The whumpee makes a small noise in the back of their throat. They’re still dazed from the venom, their eyes glassy from it, their movement half-hearted. They lean into the caretaker’s hold, arms moving to wrap around them in a tired little hug that does nothing to ease the caretaker’s fear.

______

The whumpee scrabbles back, freeing themself from the caretaker’s arms. Their loss leaves the caretaker cold, alone where they sit.

Making no move to pull the whumpee back to them, the caretaker curls in on themself, around the empty hollow in their chest. It hurts. They know they are not owed, but it still hurts.

The whumpee stumbles, their legs buckling in protest from their effort to get upright. Just as the caretaker predicted, they are dizzy from blood loss, shaking and weak.

They collapse against the wall of the cave, now sitting in a spot that was opposite the caretaker. Frantic, labored breathing, a hand reaching up to claw at some discomfort in their chest.

The caretaker resists the urge to follow them. “It will pass. I know it doesn’t feel like it, but it will. I promise.”

They don’t respond. The caretaker looks away, not wanting to cause more discomfort by staring. Their eyes settle on the forest just outside the cave. A world bathed by the too-bright sun, deadly to them. Untouchable.

If the whumpee tries to leave, the caretaker will stop them.

But the whumpee doesn’t move. They lay there, gasping, the scent of fear radiating off of them and saturating every inch of this tiny space. The caretaker takes deep, even breathes, trying to keep their own panic under control.

With a shaking, tiny voice, the whumpee says, “they’re gonna be mad. I wasn’t, I wasn’t supposed to, be out there. I wasn’t supposed to leave.”

“Neither was I,” the caretaker’s hugging themself so tightly now that it’s starting to hurt. “We’re the same.”

“You bit me.” They touch their throat, fingertips trembling, over their carotid.

“I’m sorry.”

“You could’ve, could’ve…”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I swear.”

The caretaker felt the whumpee’s gaze, and turned their head to face them. They saw exhausted, wet eyes. They saw something strained, something desperate.

The whumpee choked out through a sob, “I’m scared. You said, you said I’d be, but I’m always scared. Always. I…god, I don’t feel good…”

The pain in the whumpee’s voice makes the caretaker’s heart ache. “I know. I know it’s awful.”

“You bit me, and it, and, for the first time, for the first time in years, I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t scared. I, I can’t…”

Whatever else the whumpee was going to say teetered off. They wept helpless, wounded tears, sick and overwhelmed.

“I’m sorry,” the caretaker murmurs back.

Despite their better judgement, the caretaker peels themself away from their wall. They move closer, head bowed, as non threatening as a vampire could be. They place the palm of their hand on the whumpee’s back.

The whumpee grabs onto them, clinging around their torso like they were drowning. They bury their face into the caretaker’s shoulder to hide from the world.

The caretaker draws them closer, holding them again, shushing gently as the whumpee comes apart in their arms.

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“It won’t kill you. It’ll feel awful when you come back, but it won’t kill you. The human body is good at replenishing blood.” The caretaker brushes a hand through the whumpee’s hair. “I’ll get you something to eat this time, I promise.”

The whumpee flinches at the contact. They hug themself tight, a small whimper escaping, though whether it was from fear or from discomfort it was hard to say.

It felt like the caretaker should say something, anything, to offer encouragement. “You’re doing well. We’re going to be okay. Just one more night.”

“It’s…gonna hurt…” the whumpee murmured back.

“It will. But then it’ll feel better, for a while.”

It was better to get this over with. The caretaker grabbed the whumpee’s shoulder, turning them around to face them and then pushing them back against the rock.

The yelp was sharp, their eyes widening, heartrate picking up alongside a surge of fear.

“Shhh,” murmured the caretaker. They leaned in close, seeking the pulse. They bit down hard.

A cry of pain. The caretaker held the whumpee tighter, expecting them to struggle and thrash as they had last time, but instead the whumpee wrapped their arms around them. Fingers dug into the caretaker’s sleeves as the whumpee keened, a strangled sob of agony.

The venom worked fast. Every ounce of tension left the whumpee’s body; they went limp, their breathing settled.

The caretaker held them close.

_______

There was no moon tonight. No light at all, just the clouds, rolling over one another in quiet anger.

The caretaker made their way through the trees with the whumpee in their arms.

It was a tense, frantic pace, interrupted with frequent pauses to tilt their head and listen to the still air. They barely remembered the path, but that was fine. They knew enough of where they were to get out.

The scent of the whumper’s underlings was faint here.

In some ways, the whumpee’s silence was easier to cope with. They weren’t afraid. There was no guilt. They were a steady and grounding presence for the caretaker to cling on to. In some ways, it was worse. They were already human, fragile, weak. To have them unable to utter a sound or move in any way made the caretaker feel how alone they were.

The whumpee could offer blood, but not speed or strength. Not protection. Not backup.

Thunder crashed from far away. The caretaker bit back a whimper, they can’t let themself falter in front of the whumpee. Even now, drowsy and subdued with vampire venom, the whumpee could still hear, and they would remember.

Rain started to sprinkle down. A calm, even sheet. It would not be calm for long.

The caretaker had nothing on them they could wrap the whumpee in. Nothing to protect them from the wet or the cold. They could only keep moving.

Something howled in the distance.

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The caretaker runs as fast as they can.

Rain falls in heavy sheets all around, a chilling cascade that feels as if the clouds have brought fourth the very ocean to fuel this storm. Water splashes up with every step, and what little heat they have left is stolen away with every gust of wind.

It’s too loud. All the noise from the weather keeps them from hearing anything else. They don’t know how close their pursuers are.

The ground below is little more than mud. More than once, the caretaker’s legs tangle in the undergrowth, thorny vines tear at their already ragged clothes. Lightening flashes, blinding white lines that sear across their vision, sending needles of static spiking through their skull.

So focused on running, on getting away, so overwhelmed by sound, they didn’t realize the wolves were right at their heel until they heard the snarl and snap of teeth.

Werewolves could not be outrun.

Paws fell on their back, knocking them forward, using their balance and weight against them. They fall forward, on top of the whumpee, the both of them skidding in the mud. The caretaker let go of them and stood, hovering over the prone, paralyzed figure to face three massive beasts.

These were the whumper’s guard dogs. Perfectly conditioned, loyal, vicious. The werewolves would either take them back to the whumper, or kill them trying. There was little difference between the two.

The caretaker threw themself into the fight. Lightening struck overhead. Teeth sank into them, into their arms, their shoulder, biting down hard enough to crack bone. They struck back, focusing on each wolf in turn, ripping throats out in quick, fatal blows exchanged for their own flesh and blood.

When it was over, the caretaker returned to the whumpee.

Limping heavily, trembling under their own weight. Blood dripped from their skin to mix with the water. Their breath came in uneven, shaky gasps. They had to keep going.

Holding the whumpee with their injuries was agony. Tightening their grip around such a thin, frail frame made things in the caretaker’s collarbone shift sickeningly. The world faded at the edges, frayed and blurry, twisting a little, but all the caretaker had to do was focus on taking one step in front of the other.

Again, and again, one step at a time. Ignore the pain, they’ve had worse.

That was a lie. They’ve never been this hurt before.

Their breathing grows more ragged. Their arms strain to keep the whumpee aloft. Their feet slip in the mud under them.

Finally, finally, they cross the line. They are out of the whumper’s territory.

They collapse, hitting the ground hard, and move no more.

The rain falls around them.

_____

Late in the night, the whumpee moves. The caretaker feels it, just barely, somewhere distant and far away. They move and shift, pulling away.

The movement sends the dull ache in their chest into a roaring fire, and they curl around the pain, a strangled yelp ghosting out their throat.

Everything is spinning. The whumpee puts a hand on their face, and they want to cringe away, bury themself in the earth and avoid more pain. How much blood have they lost? Are they still bleeding?

The whumpee draws in close again. Their hand presses against the back of the caretaker’s head. There’s a pulse beating against the caretaker’s mouth.

They bite down without thinking. No venom left to give, they haven’t been able to rebuild their supply, but the venom from before hasn’t warn off completely yet.

The caretaker drinks, and their pain eases. Some of their strength returns. They pull the whumpee closer, and as their skin warms, they feel how cold the whumpee is.

It hits them, hard, that this is the third time the whumpee’s been bitten without food.

They heal the bite and scramble back. The world tips, they pitch too far and hit the ground. Through the still pouring rain, they see the whumpee laying there, glazed eyes trained on them.

The whumpee’s breathing fast and shallow. Their heart races in their chest, fast and weak, and their mouth is blue from the cold. They feel like ice when the caretaker touches them.

Too much blood taken in too short a time.

“S-sorry, I’m sorry,” the caretaker says, hushed voice breaking through the sound of the rain. “You…”

The whumpee gave this freely. Guilt tears at the caretaker’s chest, because they know what they’ve already taken isn’t enough. They still can’t stand, and they need to do more than that. They need to walk.

_____

Despite the rolling clouds that lingered overhead, the caretaker knew it was daylight. Their skin crawled with it, an itch like static that crackled deep toward their bones. Everything in them ached. Half healed wounds lay bare and raw, strained muscles begged for them to rest.

They ignored it.

In weakened, shaking arms, they carried a bundle of apples, eatable berries, a handful of leaves from a tasteless, but human-safe plant. Anything they could find that would provide nutrients and calories. If the caretaker knew how to start a fire, they would have hunted for meat, but they didn’t. This was the best they could do.

They return to the cave they left the whumpee in. There’s relief in the dark, a sense of safety. No chance that a wayward ray of sunlight might catch and wound them further.

The caretaker collapses to their knees, breathing heavy, just needing a moment to sit. To steel themself. To keep going.

They grind an apple and some of the berries into a paste, mixing some scraps of leaf in. With the mixture gathered in their hands, they approached the whumpee where they lay.

The whumpee was utterly soaked and freezing from last night’s storm, and this was made so much worse by the blood loss. The caretaker did their best to warm them up again. They’d taken off those wet clothes and covered the whumpee up with dirt and twigs in an effort to insulate their own heat back at them.

There was nothing else. The caretaker had no bodyheat to offer, and no access to cloth that wasn’t drenched, no way to dry anything off with the cloud cover blocking off the sun.

The whumpee lay curled up in a shivering ball, their teeth clicking together and their breathing shallow and strained. Their heart beat too fast.

Hypothermia was the biggest risk.

The caretaker coaxed the food into the whumpee’s mouth, murmuring incoherent noises of praise. They would do this, over and over, all day, until the last apple was gone, but for right now they only needed to get the whumpee to eat one.

The whumpee was awake, but barely, and as soon as the caretaker was done they went back to their trembling huddle. The caretaker covered them in more dirt. Needed to, at the very least, keep them warm enough that they didn’t die. Discomfort was survivable.

With nothing else left that they could do, they collapsed, arms wrapped about their chest, around the empty hollow. They closed their eyes, focused on their breathing and on the feel of the cave floor under them. They started to doze.

A hand curled around one of their own.

The caretaker started, eyes snapping open to find the whumpee had scooted closer to where they lay. They squeeze the caretaker’s hand with trembling fingers.

The caretaker squeezed back, and gently, as gently as they could, pushed their hand away.

With a whimper, the whumpee reached for them again.

“I”m cold,” the caretaker murmured. “I’ll make you colder.”

The whumpee grabbed for their hand, anyway. Too tired, and too weak to deny themself the comfort, they let the whumpee hold their hand.

The caretaker closed their eyes, and the cave around them faded away.

____

There is a vampire in the city. They’re quiet, they keep to themself, but their arrival doesn’t go unnoticed.

They’re eyed suspiciously by timid humans, and glared at by their more territorial kin who expect a challenge. A few welcome them. A few run away on sight. Many know them by their face by the end of the week.

This vampire takes up residence on the outskirts of town.

They get a copy of their old doctorate. They find a healthcare office that’s happy to hire them.

Their old workplace, the hospital in the city, shut down a long time ago. It’s unfortunate, but they still manage.

The vampire lives with only one other person. A timid, nervous human, who’s past is kept secret, yet who’s scars suggest suffering.

There is a vampire and a human on the outskirts of town. The vampire offers care to those who come seeking it.

The human helps too, whenever they can.

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The poll closed with 314 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that these are the results for the Manga Readers’ poll. If you wish to see the results for the Anime Only Watchers’ poll, click here.

RATE THE EPISODE 303 Responses

There was an interesting contrast this week between anime only viewers’ and manga readers’ reaction to the episode. Anime only viewers overwhelmingly felt positively about the episode. But for manga manga readers, many of the cuts in the anime dampened their enjoyment of the episode, and for some ruined it entirely. Still, overall, the episode got positive reception, even if it wasn’t overwhelmingly enthusiastic.

a little rushed but still very enjoyable. it defo got the point across about Reiner's struggles

It was... Fine. I'll give it a solid 8/10 on emotional value and finally seeing these chapters animated. But accepting that the anime and manga are not the same and that there will be cuts is hard.

Wasn't very good. The cut scenes really hurt the pacing and overall story.

i thought the pacing was way too fast :(

Stunning. Beautiful

Another great episode. My only criticisms are the music that was used at the beginning of the episode, which didn't really work, and the cuts but I understand why that had to happen.

Disappointing

Impeccable. The adaption was both efficient and emotionally effective. Zero misses so far - I'm officially a MAPPA ho.

Really great! Feels different from the manga and makes me excited for future episodes, because even if it's not perfect, we will always have the original material + some fun new scenes that the anime is adding, can't wait for more

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING MOMENTS WAS YOUR FAVORITE? 304 Responses

The much-anticipated scene where we learn amputee-kun is actually Eren was the most favored of the episode, with 37.5% of the vote. Following behind that with more narrow margins were the introduction to Marley’s titans, Annie and Reiner’s fight and Reiner’s suicide attempt.

The first part was very rushed and I wasn't as impressed by it. But I was very impressed by the second part of the episode once the warrior kids made it to paradise. I also very much enjoyed how they animated the scene of Annie taking out her anger on Reiner after Marcel's death. There was just something about the use of colours that really appealed to me.

The Reiner and Annie fight and Reiner's suicide disturbed me a lot more this time around, partially because I haven't read the chapters in a while, but this is easily one of my favorite episodes now.

WE GOT THE FULL ED LAST WEEK. AFTER SEEING IT IN ITS ENTIRETY, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT IT NOW? 294 Responses

The majority of the fandom are enjoying the new ending, with 65.6% loving both the song and the animation. 11.2% are enjoying the song… but not so much the animation. 11.9% feel that it’s “just okay.” Some are enjoying the animation, but not the song, and a few more dislike both.

The song and the animation are truly beautiful and gorgeous. I couldn't imagine better. It is always so peaceful after the full of emotions episode.

Beautiful song, although the bit with the streaks of shiny animation look like 480p and are a little boring.

I didn't see it

Bold of you to assume I watch the EDs and don't just skim ahead to the preview.

i'm not interested in the ending

There was a half ED?

ON A SCALE OF 1 TO 5, HOW MUCH DID YOU ENJOY THE SEQUENCE INTRODUCING ALL OF MARLEY’S TITANS? 303 Responses

A very tiny fraction of voters weren’t impressed with the way MAPPA executed the scene that introduces us to the Marley titans and why each warrior was picked for the titans they received. However, the majority of respondents felt very positively about the scene, with 221 even feeling they, too, will become a titan as a result of the awesomeness.

I really liked the marley titan montage but why the hell were the female titan's boobs so big? It looked so out of poportion

It was awesome and I loved the introduction to the Titans

OUT OF ALL THE TITANS THE MARLEY MILITARY HAD 9 YEARS AGO, WHICH ONE WOULD YOU WANT TO HAVE? 299 Responses

Whether it’s for practicality or aesthetic reasons, we all have different titans that appeal to us more than others. This race was a close one, with the Female Titan holding on just slightly over the Jaw Titan in terms of favoritism. The Armored Titan came in at a distant third with the Beast Titan and Colossal closely behind. Only a very small fraction would like to inherit the Cart Titan from Piku-chan.

WHICH OG WARRIOR CANDIDATE WOULD YOU WANT TO ADOPT? 299 Responses

Overall, the majority (29.1%) wouldn’t want to adopt any of the OG warrior crew, whether because the responsibility is too much or because they don’t like kids at all (or perhaps, a missing third option being they don’t like any of them). But for those who would happily take on one of the OG warrior kiddos, 24.1% would most like to take Reiner home (and probably give him lots of hugs). 21.1% adore little Pieck and would shower her with parental love forever. 9.7% probably want to pinch little Bertolt’s cheeks, and 8.4% wish they’d adopted Annie instead of her father.

A LOT OF THE SHIGANSHINA BREACH HAS REUSED WIT ANIMATION FROM PAST EPISODES - THOUGHTS? 303 Responses

The majority of respondents felt positively enough about seeing WIT’s S1 style mixed in with MAPPA’s, with 42.9% feeling it flowed together well enough, and 26.4% understanding why they didn’t reanimate the event (despite preferring it if they had). 11.2% don’t care at all, and 8.6% think it was way too jarring. There are some who are reminded that they miss WIT’s style, and others who have a continued appreciation for MAPPA.

KAJI YUKI HAS LOWERED HIS VOICE A BIT TO DEPICT AN OLDER EREN. THOUGHTS? 301 Responses

Overall, nearly everyone seems to be pleased with Kaji Yuki’s more “mature” sounding Eren, with 76.4% feeling he is portraying an older and more jaded Eren perfectly. 11.6% are lost in their lust for a 2D drawing and are focused entirely on that (we understand lol). A few are simply indifferent to the lower tone, and a smaller percentage just prefer Eren’s voice prior to the timeskip.

Anime onlys can spot him more difficult, which I like

Made sense to me, he’s not a teenager anymore after all, plus works better for this “new” Eren who’s less angry and shouty all the time.

I didn't even notice lol

Eren is adult so changing his voice was a very good choice. I like his new sound.

It was stupid that he ever talked so low before now. He was fifteen and he sounded like an adult, well they all do that bc it's standard anime shit but it makes it even harder when they become real adults.

NOW HE REALLY SOUNDS LIKE KENMA 🔥

WE’VE LOST COUNT OF HOW MANY TIMES WE’VE SEEN MARCEL GET EATEN. BUT OF THE OPTIONS BELOW, WHO DID IT BEST? 296 Responses

Seeing Marcel get eaten 2000 times seems to be a running gag at this point, so naturally we had to include this question. Whether it’s recency bias or objectively true, 44.6% feel that MAPPA’s take on Marcel’s death was the best. 30.4% feel that Isayama’s more recent art style truly does Marcel the most justice. 14.2% liked the way WIT Studio portrayed the scene and 10.8% like Isayama’s older, more grungy art style.

RIP Marcel

DO YOU THINK THAT REINER WAS CORRECT, THAT MARLEY WOULD HAVE HAD ALL OF RBA EATEN IF THEY HAD FOUND YMIR AND RETURNED HOME IMMEDIATELY? 292 Responses

In the hypothetical scenario that Reiner hadn’t convinced Annie and Bertolt to stay on the island, the majority feel that Reiner was wrong in his assessment that they would be executed practically on-site. 55.1% believe that the idea would have been out in the open, but ultimately rejected. Though, 35.6% feel that Marley is too ruthless and uncaring toward Eldians to care what the situation is, and would absolutely hand over their titans to others deemed more capable. Very few felt Marley would be understanding by default. Many write-ins feel that Reiner is the only one who would have been executed for the failure.

Depends on if B/A emphasize that it was Reiner’s fault rather than their own.

If all of RBA got eaten then I think they wouldn’t use kids for their next attempt. Maybe teens around the age RBA were after training in Paradis military

Magath would have pointed out how wasteful it would have been, but probably even him couldn't have saved reiner

He was wrong. What would be the point of feeding them to other children, if they were the best candidates? Too much of work.

Reiner said that there's a possibility that they couldn't find Ymir even if they try. He has a point. But I don't think Marley would have RBA eaten even if they lose Jaw.

They wouldn't go through with it because they seem to lack other qualified warrior candidates.

I think Magath and maybe Zeke would have tried to convince the government to not go through with it and that Reiner might have been the only one sacrificed.

Obviously. They would have indisputable proof that sending a bunch of kids to carry out a massively important mission is the dumbest shit they could have ever done and immediately they'd put the titans into older soldiers.

They'd let them live a few more years just for propaganda and used them for other battles, then they'd have them killed around their midterm.

Possibly, but they put a lot of time, effort, and money into training their warriors. It would be a big decision to execute all of them and start over. Maybe they would have executed Reiner as an example.

WHAT’S THE FORECAST FOR TONIGHT? 295 Responses

In our least-serious question of the poll, we asked you guys to try and predict the weather based on Bertolt’s sleeping pose. 18.3% believe his legs-on-the-wall pose means clear skies, 13.9% are certain it means rain. 13.6% are confident in an overcast night. At 11.5% foresee storms coming and 11.2% think it’s gonna be snow. 18% are probably just annoyed with the question. A few write-ins pointed out that Bertolt was, indeed, sleeping in the Hanged Man Pose.

It’s gonna be partly guilt ridden old man with a 90% chance of suicide by hanging

Blood and guts

HOW IS THAT EVEN COMFORTABLE?

Let's just call it hail

Hanged man posture, dreamed about the old man

raining titans

No one can make me like the warriors even if I don't blame them for what they were forced to do as kids. idc what quirky habits they have.

There'll be clear skies for some time but don't be deceived, heavy rain is incoming

This was amazing because it's a reference to The Hanging Man on Tarot cards: he's willingly being hanged for his sins. Look it up, it's so cool.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT MAPPA CUTTING A GOOD CHUNK OF REINER’S TRAINING? 302 Responses

With only 20(ish) minutes to fit in all of Reiner’s backstory, cuts were inevitable. MAPPA made the decision to nerf most of Reiner’s struggles training as a Warrior Cadet (among a couple other more lengthy scenes during and after the wall breach). 62.9% are sad that some of these scenes didn’t make the cut, but also understand that we can’t have it all. 13.2% actually preferred seeing Reiner’s backstory in MAPPA’s condensed version, while 12.9% feel it completely ruins the characterization of the warriors.

I don't even remember what was cut 😂

Slightly ruined the warriors’ characterisations (especially Reiner’s)

I thought they could have shown a bit more about Reiner's underdog, it's something that really made me sympathise with him in the manga.

Kinda disappointed, since some scenes were essential for a little background on their lives

Honestly, even after all the cuts and the restrains it tells the story of a "warrior", Reiner.

Mappa fucked RBA backstory and I would bet it's because they are biased towards Eren and 104th...

I wouldn't say it ruined their characterisation, but it did leave it a lot more shallow. I would've loved to see those scenes animated, but I also realise that things will have to be cut to fit everything in, and I think these cuts still preserve the forward momentum of the story reasonably well.

The important scenes were animated, so it's good that way

MAPPA cannot animate every panel and the best will be, if fandom finally understands that. Every episode has limited amount of time and MAPPA is doing everything they can to make episodes good and easy to understand for anime onlies. I was fine with cutting because I know that episodes aren't long and there are more important stuff to animate than every part of training.

WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT NOT SEEING ANNIE PARTICIPATING IN THE FIRST WALL BREACH? 298 Responses

MAPPA completely glossed over Annie’s role in the wall breach, showing her being choked by Reiner and then waking up in the refugee camp later. 40.9% state they would have preferred seeing Annie play her part in the mission, though they accept that it isn’t there. 34.6% are concerned that those who don’t read the manga will just be confused as to where Annie was during all of the chaos (Oh no! Did RB leave her passed out in the fields!?). 16.1% are simply just disappointed altogether. A small fraction felt it wasn’t necessary anyway and have no problems with the cut.

I feel kinda iffy about it because that was one of my favorite parts of the chapter, but oh well... it is what it is.

Kenny's scene should be eliminated.

I mean it's not like the female titan could destroy the walls herself. I think nobody expects it and then her absence makes sense

Yams did an oopsie in the first place retconing

It really confused me lol for a moment I completely forgot what she even did in the manga and had to reread

KNOWING NOW THAT ANNIE IS ACTUALLY ADOPTED, DOES THE JOKE ABOUT HER BEING KENNY’S LOST DAUGHTER HIT DIFFERENTLY NOW? 299 Responses

We learn after Annie comes out of the crystal that her father is actually an adoptive parent. Annie, in an attempt to cover up why she’s stalking Kenny in the underground, claims (or jokes) that she was born to a brothel worker and is Kenny’s lost daughter. We asked if this made the joke any less funny to readers, though most of them didn’t think so at all. Only 14% of respondents say the new knowledge actually makes it a little sad. Some people forgot entirely that Annie is adopted and voiced their confusion in the write-ins.

wait,,,,, she.,,,, she's adopted ??? wha- how did i completely forget about this

Kenny's gay anyway so it's impossible! Sorry, Annie :/

I don't really get this joke tbh 😅 Do people think she and Kenny look alike?

We're all Kenny's lost daughter

It just brings into question her true parentage, like how she can scream summon other Titans and if that’s a royal blood thing or not. But probably doesn’t matter since it hasn’t come up in the manga yet

I hadn't thought about it before today.

She's adopted?!?

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT MAPPA’S EXECUTION OF REINER’S ATTEMPTED SUICIDE? 302 Responses

With such a weighty scene, execution is of utmost importance. So we were curious if you guys felt that MAPPA hit the mark. Overall, MAPPA’s take on this scene got positive responses from the fandom, with 42.4% feeling they felt about the same as they did when the scene came up in the manga. 26.5% actually thought that MAPPA did a better job with the scene, whereas 26.2% felt that Isayama’s original take on the scene is still superior.

I think that while the manga's intent is for the reader to feel Reiner's pain and emotions during what he thought were his last moments, the anime focuses much more on making it disturbing and depressing (both taking into account the same things, just choosing to highlight different aspects of the scene). Not a bad change but I prefer the manga's portayal, it made me feel so much more attached to Reiner

Actual scene was good, but the build up was lacking.

I really liked the flipping back and forth

Not nearly as emotional as I expected

The lighting was so good in the anime version.

Bruh we needed the flashbacks cause they depicted Reiner's journey and regrets

I think it was more impactful in the manga, but MAPPA did it amazing too

The scene looked more serious but the building of the characters didn't live up for the moment.

It impacted me differently than in the manga. I prefer the manga scene, but the anime's was still really good

I was worried about it being overly censored so I’m glad it wasn’t

The execution was about the same, but it had a bigger impact when you read it for the first time

The drool was a great touch

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING CUTS WERE YOU DISAPPOINTED DIDN’T MAKE THE EPISODE? 292 Responses

While we shouldn’t dwell on cuts too much, there will still be things that people are disappointed didn’t make it into the anime. The scenes which were most missed this week were Annie’s role in the wall breach, Reiner passing along a tired Annie over to Bertolt atop the wall, RBA discussing their infiltration plans in the field (also known as the tree-uprooting scene), seeing Bertolt, Annie and Marcel surpassing Reiner in their training, and Reiner breaking up Eren and Jean’s fight (noticing Annie is exhausted). Well, at least the manga still exists, right?

I wish they didnt cut some of the flashbacks right before Reiner tried to kill himself.

Really great episode, but Bertholdt looking up at the wall before breaking it was such an iconic panel, I'm a bit sad

Any cuts are a negative. I dont care how much it makes sense for the anime onlies, I just wish they somehow incorporate some of the small slice of life scenes that made the Marley arc special.

Truly loved it despite cuts and pacing, but just wish we could’ve seen that tree uprooting scene!

I still hold the sentiment that Mappa is cutting way too much from these episodes. The amount of small details getting cut from every chapter/episode results in losing out on smaller moments that in my opinion have a real impact. While I understand a 1 to 1 replica might not be possible, the amount of cuts is too much imo. Missing out on nearly all of RBA assaulting Shiganshina was a huge disappointment, and less Falco and Gabi scenes makes it tough for me to connect to them. Talking to my Anime-only friends though, they are very into this season, so I'm glad to hear it works for them.

I'm not necessarily sad they cut so much, I feel like as an Anime only I wouldn't have noticed! The only thing I wish that had been kept was Annie's involvement in the destruction of wall Maria.

I was sad they cut stuff but that’s inevitable. The only cut I’m sad about is the scene before Bertholdt breaks the wall.

some of the cuts made sense, some made other scenes kind of occur out of nowhere, like annie with kenny.

SO FAR, WE’VE LOST A FEW INTERACTIONS BETWEEN FALCO AND GABI AND SOME MOMENTS WHERE FALCO IS BLUSHING OVER HER. DO YOU THINK THIS WILL LESSEN THE IMPACT OF HIS EVENTUAL LOVE CONFESSION TO HER? 296 Responses

While the Falbi romance isn’t a major focal point of the series, it does play a big part in their storyline and overall character development as their involvement in the plot increases. MAPPA has had to let a few scenes go, so we were curious if manga readers felt it would lessen the impact of Falco’s inevitable confession just before the rumbling starts. 31.4% feel that the anime is doing just fine at portraying Falco’s feelings. 28.4% feel the impact will be lessened, but that it’s fine due to it being a minor plot point anyway. 14.5% are upset about the missing pieces and 11.8% think MAPPA will make up for it later. Smaller groups of voters either don’t understand why Falco likes Gabi or just don’t care.

I'm more dissapointed about Zofia and Udo getting cut than those two.

Kid romance is lame anyway

It's not gonna hit like the manga but it's still pretty important plot imo

What works on paper doesn't always work animated, they're doing ok

I hate gabi gahh

It is obvious he likes her anyway

Not really, they've established he has a big crush on her since he pretty much came out and told it to Eren

DO YOU THINK MAPPA DID A GOOD JOB OF HIDING EREN IN PLAIN SIGHT? 297 Responses

We failed to ask this question last week, but it still applied well to this week’s episode. When it came to anime only fans, we wondered whether manga readers felt MAPPA did a good job at making him as mysterious to anime watchers as Isayama did to us manga readers. 40.1% felt that MAPPA did a great job, as many anime watchers didn’t seem to catch on. 25.6% feel that they didn’t do any worse or better than Isayama did. 13.8% feel MAPPA did not do as well as Isayama, as some anime watchers easily caught on. 9.4% think they did completely awful at pretending it’s not Eren. Some write-ins felt we couldn’t objectively judge this as we already knew it was Eren anyway.

I think the voice gave it away the most. The sneaky animation was great!

Hard to answer because chapters were a month apart while episodes are weekly and I’ve already read the manga when it came out

well, I can't say much about this. since I know he is eren, I was just focusing on how Kaji Yuki will handle this important speech

They even didn't try to hide him. I'm disappointed because I wanted anime onlines to feel what we - manga readers - felt, when after few chapters we found that the hobo man was Eren.

I honestly didn't even realize he was supposed to be hidden from the readers/viewers at this point. It was so obviously him in the manga and the anime. Genuinely confused by how many people did not catch on.

Watching some reactors they were like "...wait...that *looks* like Eren...but his leg is amputated...his leg would've grown back??" but as soon as you heard his voice it was instantaneous

I, being a manga reader, had a hard time getting how you couldn't see that it was Eren, but some of my friend only got it at the last scene.

Hard to say. WIth the manga, it took me a few reads to catch on, but now that I KNOW, it's hard to say anything.

Yes, I'm watching the episodes with my anime-only friend and he still hasn't figured it out

I think they did a good job, but with anime being the medium it was easier to guess due to both hair/eye color and voice.

It was nice, I was actually surprised that some of my anime only friends didn't even realize that it was Eren talking to Falco this episode

When Eren was finally revealed in the manga, I was *shocked! I had *no clue that was him! I think the anime did a great job, but of course had to reveal him sooner. It was perfect both in manga and anime imo.

It's obviously him once you see his eyes, but I don't think that the animation team were trying to make it a big shock reveal, they want this scene to say "this is probably Eren, but can you be 100% sure" to keep anime onlys engaged and reassure them that the main cast is still relevant.

Yes, but the manga hid him better, it took me way too long to realise it was him while reading

HOW WAS KAJI YUKI’S DELIVERY ON EREN’S SPEECH TO FALCO? 299 Responses

The vast majority of respondents were very pleased with Kaji Yuji’s delivery on one of Eren’s most prominent speeches. 38.1% felt it was exactly as they had hoped it would be. 28.1% were extremely happy, and feel that any delivery by Kaji Yuki as Eren will be 100% spot-on. 24.7% are simply just content with it. Smaller fragments of respondents just wanted to voice their thirst, or felt that the delivery could have been better.

Better than I could have ever imagined

I don't really care

Eren is the best main character ever

Not my native language so I can't really tell how good it is, but Kaji's delivery seemed about right

It was a bit fast but good

Very good. You get a real sense of how clueless but trying to be tough Eren really is.

EREN TELLS FALCO HE HOPES FALCO LIVES A LONG LIFE. KNOWING WHAT WE DO NOW, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT HIM SAYING THIS? 298 Responses

Eren already knows he will bring destruction upon the world, so it’s a wonder why he would bother telling Falco he hopes Falco will have a long life. 64.8% believe that he truly means it from the bottom of his heart, despite knowing his future actions will likely affect Falco. 10.7% believe he said this because he has already seen that Falco will survive the Rumbling. 10.1% aren’t really sure what to make of it at all. Smaller numbers of people think Eren was only trying to gain Falco’s trust and didn’t mean it at all, or believe that Falco will take part in Eren’s eventual demise and Eren is already aware of that.

He saw him in his memories so imma believe what he says

I'm sure there is part of Eren that hopes for a good long life for Falco. Just like there was part of him that couldn't help but save the refugee kid. But that doesn't mean he isn't any less dedicated to his plan to genocide a whole lot of people. He has his conflicts, but in the end he's still going ahead with the attack on the square and later with the rumbling.

I think it's the same deal as him saving the immigrant kid when he knew that he would die in the rumbling.

In an ideal world Eren would want *everyone* to live a long life--he's been portrayed as someone who cries and disassociates while he commits his genocide so we're meant to understand he doesn't enjoy it. Sadly it doesn't matter what he hopes or wants when he's decided murdering everyone is what has to be done..

THE PREVIEW SHOWED PIECK AND PORCO NEXT TO REINER AT THE DAYTIME FESTIVAL. THIS WAS NOT IN THE MANGA. WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS MEANS ABOUT POSSIBLE ANIME-ONLY ADDITIONS? 298 Responses

Many of our respondents seem to be looking forward to Pieck and Porco’s inclusion in the daytime festival. 47% are hopeful that this will mean some wholesome bonding scenes between the Warriors and the kids. 26.5% don’t know what to make of it, but are looking forward to it nonetheless. A handful of people think it will be similar to how WIT included Sasha in the Clash arc - adding minor details without changing anything in the story-line. 7% wish that MAPPA wasn’t doing this at all, and 5% are hopeful this means that MAPPA will find a way to repurpose Pieck crawling on all fours next episode.

I still want Pieck butt

IN THAT SAME VEIN, IT SEEMS LIKE EPISODE 4 WILL ADAPT CHAPTERS 97 AND 98, ENDING ON THE FINAL PANEL OF 98. HOWEVER, THE VAST MAJORITY OF CHAPTER 97 WAS ALREADY ADAPTED IN LAST WEEK’S EPISODE. WHAT WILL THIS MEAN FOR EPISODE 4? 293 Responses

Who wants to place bets on the contents of next episode? While the largest chunk of people don’t know what to expect in episode 4, others are happy to speculate. 19.8% feel (or are at least hopeful) that MAPPA will fill in some screen time by repurposing already-skipped scenes. 19.1% feel that there will be minor additions, but not too much. A solid 16% feel that there will be a few anime only additions during the daytime festival. 10.9% are placing bets that episode 4 will actually bleed into chapter 100 before the end.

Mappa won't have to cut a lot of stuff like they did to ep 3

The title "From One Hand to Another" immediately made me think we would actually be getting Eren grasping Reiner's hand and transforming at the end (meaning chapters 100 and 101), but that's just so much. The title may just refer to Magath and Willy's handshake.

What about just enjoying the show?

WHICH SCENE FROM THE PREVIEW ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? 298 Responses

As expected of the fandom! Reiner and Eren’s reunion is the most anticipated scene for episode 4, with 74.8% having voted for that. 17.1% are most looking forward to the daytime festival, and 6% are excited to meet Willy in anime form for the first time. One commenter is very invested in the banquet and how it’s executed.

Not this ep but if they cut the Udo and Kiyomi scene I'll RIOT!

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE?

I'm upset so much was cut from Reiner's backstory but the cinematography is freakin' excellent I can't even complain

*cheers MAPPA animators for their hard work* ... Perfect for anime onlies, I think. Made me almost wish I hadn't read the manga so I wouldn't have missed the cut scenes.

Cuts aside, the animation was much better than the previous episodes.

"The one scene I really wanted was Bertholdt looking over the wall and seeing the EMA trio. Of all the cuts, I think that was the only one that was damaging to the story. I also kind of wish that MAPPA animated the reused scenes. I kind of like comparing and contrasting the animation styles of both studios so its a bit of shame that we didn't get anything new from Episode 1.

I'm really impressed with how much MAPPA is managing to squeeze in each episode and I'm content that Reiner's flashback was covered in a single episode rather than two. It just makes sense pacing-wise. The only real criticism I have is that in the flashback scenes where everyone is supposed to be 12 years old, they don't sound 12 at all. Their voices are way too mature, especially the males, and I understand they're voiced by adults, but I feel like they could have at least tried to sound more like kids. Other than that, great episode.

Elaborating on the missing content: they really shouldn’t have cut Annie’s transformation prior to wall Maria being breached. It makes it look like Reiner choked her out and then a minute later bert was kicking the wall through.

I'm in the boat, where i think it wouldve been better if Mappa didnt cut out so much, but considering what there is to cover, we will live,but i hope they dont end up butchering everything Also the bit with reiner’s dad would be confusing to anime-onlies since it cross-cuts between that scene and him on the parade. I’ve seen some reactors think it was a daydream, or that he left during the parade.

It was quite rushed, but I understand why they did it, the flashback wouldn't have been as impactful over 2 episodes, and I do think when the Marley arc was first introduced in the manga, manga readers were quite inpatient to get back to the main cast, so they might be feeding off that feedback.

Mappa has become my favorite studio of all time. Not just in regards to anime, but studios in general. Their discography is on another level (imo) and the fact that on top of every other masterpiece they’ve made, they’re doing an outstanding job with my favorite series of all time just solidifies them as the first and probably the only anime studio that I can truly Stan.

Lots of (I think) Important stuff cut, but the meat is still in place. I like my meat to be juicy and marbled, while Mappa cut out all the fat that makes for a flavorful meal. I completely understand why and I am apathetic about it.

disliked the fact the wall breach was so quickly glossed over, and the transition between mappa and wit style was jarring to say the least

Regardless of the cuts, i think it flows together nicely. The anime has always been more speedy than the manga so i kind of expected this. I don't think it'll get as bad as s3 part 1 in terms of pacing. I trust in Mappa, so far i haven't been disappointed at all. The animation and backgrounds are absolutely stunning. That warrior titan sequence was incredibly well done. Props to the animators!

It was a bit confusing mishmash of scenes, but there were some good moments sprinkled in like the introduction of all of Marley's titans. The emotional reactions, however, just weren't the same as they were when reading the manga, to be honest.

I’m really glad they cut the part with RBA hanging onto Female/Armoured neck by a rope. That whole thing seemed stupid to me. Doesn’t match up with previous chapters and I feel like SOMEONE would have noticed two kids hanging onto the Armoured Titan’s neck.

I think MAPPA is doing a really good job so far, can't wait to see the battle in Liberio. I'm not bothered at all with the CG titans because firstly, they look really good, and secondly, I understand why they had to do it. I also hope they don't censor many things or cut out some dark scenes that are important to the season because I would love to see everything animated.

Felt like watching a recap episode... And it wasn't supposed to be one, so

I'm really dissapointed that mappa cut so many things from manga. Reiner's backstory is my favoure part of snk. Suicide scene completly lacks impact.

I really dislike the fact that MAPPA is trying to show only bad side of the marleyan officers. They removed the gate guards, they removed the scene where Magath is telling RBA to stay safe (on Paradis). One of the best parts of the manga is showing that the both races (Eldians and Marleyans) have good and bad sides. By removing positive aspects of Marleyans MAPPA is creating totally different picture. This way the anime onlines may find the whole rumbling even more justified. The episode was pretty good and the OST has made some scenes to feel more dark and serious (especially the moment where the new titans are introduced), but sometimes I feel like the characters are speaking and acting way too fast. I was waiting for the scene with Kenny and Annie, but it took only like few second and was cut. I love MAPPA's version of Kenny. He has more serious aura and looks more like his manga counterpart. In other words; wrinkled grandpa with skinny neck :)

It honestly wasn’t my favorite, but I still loved it. I feel as though they skipped around a lot and there wasn’t a lot of scenes that actually tied together and I’m worried anime only watchers might get confused. Definitely some of the stuff I wanted to see animated didn’t make the cut, but I still love the animation style, the characters and the story!

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