#edit for song: stay by small sins

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

the fruits, rotten 一 malleus draconia 一 twisted wonderland | 18+

Summary. Malleus should've been more careful in handling the details of his relationship to his grandmother. A shame, really. Mayne he would have to go around hiding his love for you like a coward then, but that's how life pans out, a series of mistakes we wish we could have redone.

Warnings. 18+ Content Ahead. Mentions of Smut.

Edit Status. Not proofread, we die with beta

Word Count. 1.9k

Song. the fruits, paris paloma

A.N. I'm back here's some shit lol. Ended up joining this weird cult but it's all good now :D be careful online kiddos

My love, are you the devil?

I would worship you instead of him

The sound of a brush scrubbing softly against keratin filled the Ramshackle Prefects room, The low hum of the fae prince cuts through gently, his large body hunched over on your bed, hands holding his head while you kneel before him. A small laugh leaves you as you watch his eyes slowly close, his breathing evening out, as he continues to lean forward until his forehead makes contact with your chest, and his hands slip from their place against his jaw.

You do your best to finish his horns, cleaning each ridge with precision and a gentleness to not wake up the sleeping prince, his hair still dripped with water from the shower you shared, which greatly helped in keeping all the grime soft enough to be removed easily enough. 

A deep breath makes you stop for a second, your eyes on Malleus, watching as he slightly readjusts before settling into your chest once again. You can’t help but worry for his neck and back, even while your thighs ache and your knees throb in pain. No matter how soft the bedding Crewel had given you was, staying in this position for nearly half an hour was beginning to take its toll on your body.

Finishing as quickly as you could, you readjust the prince to relax in your bed, pushing him to his full length slowly as you held his head and neck, before removing yourself from his side as he shifted once again to find comfort in the plush covers and pillows.

For I'm too busy committing sins

I have no time for confession

God, you think to yourself, he really was such a beautiful creature.

“And where are you off to, child?” An amused voice finds your ears, and you can't help but jump as a chill runs down your spine, the chilly air not helping you in settling quicker. You grip the band of the duffle as your teeth grind against each other, thinking quickly, you sigh and turn around, deciding to stall him before coming up with something… believable.

“And where are you off to so late? Doesn’t Bat-Daddy have you under house arrest?” You muse, raising your eyebrows and you watch him- he's still stand-offish, tense, but the mention of his guardian makes him relax, before a realization comes to him.

“How do you know that?” He grits, teeth on display as his most prominent feature, his fangs, have you faltering for a second. Pointed ears move downwards in an unspoken sadness.

“Sebek isn’t all that quiet when you’re upset, especially when you’ve been reprimanded by both Lilia and your grandmother, Mal.” You start shifting your weight between each leg, anxiety eating at your core.

He shouldn’t be here. He isn’t allowed to be here.

The knowledge of that leaves your heart breaking, but you didn’t want to leave Malleus in trouble over some silly human who doesn't belong to this world, especially when the topic of love and relationships with him comes to mind.

He isn’t allowed to be with me.

“I see. I don't think I have the heart to reprimand him, though.” He chuckles, attempting to lighten the mood, hopeful eyes and his ears twitching up and down, before remaining in a downwards position as your sad smile reaches his eyes.

“Go. I don't want you in trouble for being here.” You point with your nose to his direction.

Go back, please.

“Can I at least know where you’re off to? I’d like you to be safe.” He’s nearly begging.

My love, you're something special

“Crewel. Late night job with one of his oldies. Nothing too bad.” You smiled, catching your eye, and he seemed satisfied with that answer.

You never seem to leave the fae prince's mind.

Your smile, your laugh, the way you get excited when you’ve learned new things about this world, the way you yawn, how your shirt seems to always expose just the right amount of skin when you stretch-

You don’t like how easily you can lie to him now.

I've never met someone like you

He cannot get enough of you. He’s a man possessed, and not even a real man to begin with in technicality, both in his race and his age amongst the fae. He wants to hold you, to mold into you, have you in his unwavering grasp and never let go. 

His skin yearns for even the slightest of your touches, his lips mourn for yours once again, his eyes wish to the souls beyond to fall deep into yours- his heart can only survive with you by his side, happy, and healthy.

But he cannot give you that.

How could you make him feel this way? To love and lose, to yearn and obtain, to lust and hate. He wants to be angry, to hold his wrath to a standard of equivocated fear and respect like it usually is, but he can’t, not with you.

You'd make me fall from heaven

If only he was human. If only you were a fae. If he was a commoner or if you were of noble blood. If he was your lover and you were his.

How could a magicless human make him feel so much?

His whispers echo in a room filled with desperate pleas and calls demanding to be answered, his back hunched and cracking as scales start to make their way from under his skin, his body moving forward even more to accommodate the tail that manifests itself, Lighting crashes during the storm that rages on, and Malleus is grateful for the weather of the past week, able to hide his tantrum within the will of nature.

The room fills with smoke as he breathes heavily, unable to stop the small flames that leave him, and he gets his hips into an empty space- leaving him whimpering and choking up, before a low and deep growl follows.

But I know just what I do

Long black nails rake across the faes face as he grips at himself hard enough to draw blood, the wounds healing as quickly as they arrive, his breathing is shaky, uneven, as a low laughter leaves his throat. His eyes blow a brilliant green, nearly lighting up the room with their light alone, his horns crack and split open at the ridges slightly, exposing the game green that lights the prince's eyes. 

Your name leaves his voice in desperate whispers, clawed hands dipped in ink rush down his blistering flesh, lust consuming him as he reaches down to grasp at himself, imagining your own hands being the ones to do so.

"Angel, " he calls me 

It wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

Does he know that I'm falling

His lips clumsily drag themselves from your sternum, up your neck, and take your own greedily- nearly biting your lips in the process. It's sloppy, needy, and his grip is unrelenting as he tightens himself around your hips. He starts to huff with small amounts of smoke leaving his open mouth, tail and scales manifesting, his horns and eyes carrying their warm glow.

“Malleus- calm down.” You manage to get out before he's on top of you again, whining and growling, pulling at your pajamas while he nearly tears off his own clothing as well. The wind whips against the window, a sharp crack scaring you into a jump, and the small amount of bare skin that meets his own leaves him weak and fumbling.

From a precipice that I tripped off long ago?

“Malleus.” Your voice is strained, a harsh whisper, as your head is leaning back against the plush of the window seat as you desperately grip at the cushions and stone wall. He’s hunched over again, but this time, he's able to associate himself with you.

“N-no. Please just- just-” He’s stuttering and cutting himself off, unable to properly think now that he has you in his grasp. Nearly three months now. Three months of you running off and leaving him alone. Abandoning him. All because he let his affections for you slip. All because his grandmother's court didn’t approve of your relationship.

For three months.

"You're so pure, " he says

He was starving.

Does he know, I'm forsaken?

The voice of your guardian and adoptive father seems to fade into the distance as you stare out of the window, looking down upon the campus, thoughts running wild as a new soreness leaves your body aching and throbbing.

Malleus was starved. 

You think to yourself, if you could keep ignoring him for this long, and go back to avoiding him at all costs, and your heart breaks at the thought. You loved him, and your relationship was small, budding, but still strong and fulfilling.

Until the bud was found and cut by his grandmother and her court, leaving you heartbroken, and you in fear for your life as you were left with a simple warning.

But now he's had his fill of you.

Stay. Away.

And you did, ignoring him best you can, occupying your time with others, dodging him at every turn. That was, until he came to you in the middle of the night, opening the window of your little reading nook in Ramshackle, and begging you to have him.

“Puppy! Are you paying attention? This is important to how we're going to handle this little… situation,” Crewel doesn’t know about last night.

No one does.

The original sinner

Maybe there's hope for the two of you to let go.

Your neck throbs as you feel his teeth sinking into you once again.

But soon you'll know

For if I'm going down

Naked in that garden

His arm remains under your pillow, the other around your waist and keeps you close to him, while both of your legs remain intertwined with one another. Marks and bites litter your body, as Malleus also bares his own from you, though you can say you were more careful of your claims on his own body.

You fear the consequences of being found, but you can’t help but indulge your lover any time he comes to you, needy and whiny for attention. You push your fears to the side, enjoying your simple and short time with the fae, slowly turning and moving to embrace him.

I guess I'll take you with me

You slowly bring yourself into waking up, eyes heavy with sleep and body sore once again, naked and warm. The cover of the duvet encases you in warmth from your own body, Malleus’ own body, cool and slowly warmed by your own, wrapped around you tightly.

You breathe in his scent, a natural smell with his usual soap and cologne, a mix that leaves you addicted and needing more of him. Your nails slowly rake up and down his back, the pale skin going pink and rising slightly, going to his back and hips, upper thigh and the bit of his shoulders you can reach.

Slowly, Malleus wakes, and simply enjoys your presence and attention.

He could only think that this is how he wants to wake up everyday.

But for now, he lives with your love in secret, until he has the power to keep you by his side as he sees fit.

Whether you still remain by choice, or not.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Since I was gone so long I thought I might do a little reintroduction 🧠

Hey people I love! 🫀

My name is Colson but you can call me Col or Jinx. I was on here originally as Jinx before my Tumblr disappeared but for about two years I've been back and mostly used Col. I'm great with either 🌹

I'm a trans man, he/they 🏳️‍���️

I'm mostly a Yungblud and Machine Gun Kelly fan page, I do fics, updates, and pic edits but I do a little bit of everything with a lot of my life sprinkled in, sometimes including my health problems (I'm open about all of it if you ever have questions) I actually love questions and asks as long as people are nice 🖤

Just thought I'd introduce myself in case any of my mutuals are new. This is somewhat of an 18+ blog, at least leaning that way but all I mean by that is sometimes subjects are a little mature. Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoy! Stay a while if you want just please be respectful. I don't tolerate any racism or hate against the LGBTQIA+ or mental or physical health hate. I'm sure I'm missing something but you get the idea I'm sure. I love you all and I'm here if you need me!

-Col the Jinx 💕

🖤 Masterlist 🖤

Yes Daddy Verse/Saga of Smut

Dom x Colson

Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly

I Think I'm Okay (prequel)

5 Times Col Came in His Pants and 1 Time He Finally Made Dom Do It

Drown Out The Demons

Romcom Bullshit

Much Better Workout

Sex and Candy

Claimed in Ink and Cum

Sweet as Sin

Yes Daddy

Spoiled Princess

What Daddy Likes

Like I Love You

Reverse Cowgirl Barbie

Sex on a Stick

Baby Boy

Pure No Longer

Sext Edits

Adventures in Toyland

Full on Sex Symbol

They Felt Eternal

Their Natural State

Ride or Die

Sin on Stilettos and a Cotton Candy Soul

Crimson Coated Candy

Piss Drenched Devil

Chocolate Kisses and Golden Showers

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding

Sin in Snow White Taffeta and Latex

Freshly Fucked and Beautifully Filthy Manhandled Marionette of a Bride

Watercolor Wet Dream Come to Life

Drifting Deep in Hopefully Wet Dreamland

Flesh to Flesh

Five Times is a flashback series in the Yes Daddy Verse, it is set between the prequel and the first chapter- Yes Daddy. I placed it all in order 🖤

Adventures in Toyland is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse, I'll still list them all in order and may add to any sections at any time. Let me know if you have ideas! 🖤

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse happening after Adventures in Toyland, they're all listed in order and you guessed it, the boys finally get married! 🖤

-Omegaverse AU-

Gunpowder and Watermelon

Autocorrected Anxiety Attacks and Messy Sexts

Pachyderms and Pointed Teeth

Knocked Up Knockouts and Cheesy Puns

A Little Less Sparkle, A Little More Reality

The Overwhelming Significance of Surprisingly Small Jellybeans

The Folly of Fracturing Sharp China and Soft Hearts

Fear and Lusting in London Flats

The Inevitability of Egos Clashing and Vicious Tongue Lashings

Of Sugar and Spice and Virgin Tight Asses

A Rebel's Yell and a Gangster's Paradise

Candy Hearts and Paper Cut Families

Photogenic Admissions and Confessional Panic Attacks

Little Shop of (W)horrors in a Pastel Hell

The Inescapable Moment of Truth and the Consequences of Open Black Hearts

Milk Chocolate Cherry Kisses and Birthday Wishes

Working Out the Kinks Under Hot Lights and Wanting Stares

The Taming of a Wild Boy

The Dynamics of a Bright Future and How to Reach It

Pride and Phenomenal Passion

Stereotypes and Salt in the Wound

What to Expect from an Expecting Omega

Patched Up Cuts and Mixed Up Blood

Alpha, Omega, a Nuisance, a Rebel

Lost Boy in Toyland

Starry Eyed and Punch Drunk

Mirrored Reflections and Babes from Outer Space

Believing in Love Songs and Tall Tales

Go Down Just Like Holy Mary

Piss Kinks, Morning Drinks, and Brand New Nicknames

Animated Arguments and Matching Love Languages

Screaming and Dreaming for the Future

Son of Rage and Love

Son of a Bitch and Edgar Allan Poe

Couch Confessions and Heavy Petting

Early Spawning and Other Lessons (Family Don't End With Blood)

One Flew Over the Klepto's Nest

Old Magic and Animal Aptitude

Strawberries and Cinnamon Toast

Your Body is a Wonderland

Born With Horns

In the Midst of Mild Madness

What's in a Name?

Spare the Rod Spoil the Alpha

To Cut or Not to Cut

Our Blood Got Mixed Up So I Guess We Belong to Each Other

Feels Like the Very First Time

Headboards and Scratched Tats

Best Alarm Clock

The Beasts Inside Disguised as Beauty

Popsicles and Pink Cheeks

The omegaverse AU is separate from the Yes Daddy Verse. The boys are still themselves but in an ABO world. Alpha Col and Omega Dom

-The Viking and the Fae- (an AU)

Where the Sea and Land Kiss

A Chieftain's Vow

Under the Thrall

The Long Sword's Hilt

Taste Like the Sea

Inga Knows Best

Feast Fit for a King

How the Waves Dance

The Forest Meets the Sea

The Soulmate Stalemate

The Taste of Truth and Tall Tales

The Wave Cresting

The Wave That Drowns

The Red Sea and the Viking Who Conquered It

Seal With a Kiss

A Broken Past and a Sea of Tears

The Siren's Tease and the Secrets Spilled

War and Pieces of Each Other

The Storm that Rocks the Waves

The Hush Between

Viking/Selkie AU. Separate from other fics but still Dom and Colson

[aeoki]

Phantom Airship - Epilogue 1

Location: Phantom Airship Characters: Sora, Natsume, Tsumugi, Hiiro, Aira, Mayoi & Tatsumi

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< The “Phantom Airship”. After clearing the “Last Island”. >

Hiiro: Hehe. We’ve finally collected all of the “treasures”!

All that’s left is to take this “treasure” back and the “Phantom Airship” is completed.

Tatsumi: Thinking back, it felt like quite a long time or perhaps a short time… It was filled with many new surprises.

Aira: Yeah. It was so much fun ♪

Well, I showed a lot of embarrassing sides to myself, though. Maybe I should ask the editing team to cut them out of the actual episode.

Mayoi: I also spoke of an audition that hasn’t been made public, so I hope they’ll understand and leave that bit out.

I fully embarrassed myself on “Monster Island”, to the point I don’t think I can watch it afterwards, but so I’m sure they won’t keep those parts in…

In any case, the condition to clear the game is to show the fruits of our journey to the fairies who guided us along the way, right?

We ran into a few obstacles, but I’m feeling a bit sad to see that we’ll be leaving this place.

But we can’t always stay in the game world. Many troubles surely came our way but we must return to reality.

Tatsumi: Yes. Shame and regret are two emotions we cannot avoid as long as we’re alive. Let us convert that sin into kindness and give love to others – I’m sure that’s a good way to live our lives.

Aira: Ehehe. You sound like a clergyman in this world too, Tattsun-senpai.

Alrighty, then I guess I’ll think of my experiences here in a positive light as well. “Facilitators”, can you come out?

Natsume: “Well doNE, travellers from another worLD.”

“Did you collect all seven ‘treasures’ as per our requeST?”

Sora: “Please show them to us!”

Hiiro: Indeed. They’re all here. Will this do?

Sora: “Yes, thank you so much! We can restore our magical powers with them now~♪”

Tsumugi: “That’s right. Thanks to you all, we can undo the seal on our magical powers.”

“Now, the world is in our grasp, Sora-kun, Natsume-kun ♪”

Tatsumi: Hmm…? What do you mean? Can you tell us in detail?

Tsumugi: “Ahaha. It’s exactly as the words mean.”

“We’re grateful to you all, really. We were turned into tiny fairies, but thanks to your help, we can retrieve our magical abilities with the power of the ‘treasure’.”

Sora: “HaHa~♪ You didn’t expect us to be the final boss, right?”

“We’re actually evil ‘magicians’ who are trying to take over this virtual world!”

Aira: E-Evil “magicians”...!? Wait, so you’re actually the bad guys!?

Natsume: “What’s good or bad all depends on how you see thinGS. We’re from the darkness so we’re different from you who hail from the ligHT.”

“If you still want to stop uS, then use your full strength to do sO.”

Ɨ’łł ȺnnɨħɨłȺŧɇ ɏøᵾ Ⱥłł – nøŧ ɇvɇn Ⱥ sɨnǥłɇ søᵾł wɨłł ƀɇ łɇfŧ sŧȺnđɨnǥ ♪

Hiiro: ……! What can we do to stop them?

Aira: Look, Hiro-kun! The “treasures” are shining!

Hiiro: You’re right. The microphone we got from the “Last Island” is emitting a bright light…

Tatsumi: The stone slate we got from “Giant Island” is also shining with them. I wonder if it’s telling us to defeat the “magicians” with the song Leo-san made.

Mayoi: Hmm. It sounds rather preposterous and unbelievable…

The final boss suddenly appearing is a classic RPG event, so my sentimentality has gone straight out the window…!

Tatsumi: Hehe. But we’ve overcome so many challenges. Surely it must mean we’ve also obtained enough power to save the world – enough to bring this story to an end.

Let us sing the song we obtained from Leo-san’s trial and let our voices ring.

Now, join me, everyone.

“♪~♪~♪”

Hiiro: Hehe. Enough power to save the world, huh. I think it’s too much power for us, but maybe we’ve grown big enough to change this small virtual world.

Just like how I was captivated by “Trickstar” during their “SS” performance, perhaps even I have the ability to change someone’s feelings when they see our performance.

If that’s the case, then I’ll use the new footwork I learnt at “Miniature Island” to dance gracefully.

“♪ ♪ ♪”

Aira: Me too – I won’t give in to my anxiety! I’ve come all this way so I’ll definitely complete the “Phantom Airship”...!

If the four of us in “ALKALOID” are together, then I’m sure we can save the world! I’ll sing with those feelings in mind ♪

Mayo-san, there’s no time to be dallying here. We’ve gotta show them how much we’ve grown too!

Aira: We’ve gotta prove it to them as a member of the up-and-coming newbie unit “ALKALOID” who made it all the way to the “SS” main battle ♪

Let’s save the world! With the power of love!

I loveee ☆

“♪~♪~♪”

Mayoi: Up-and-coming unit… you’re right, Aira-san ♪

I also shouldn’t remain so humble.

Hearing your wonderful and adoring voices has made me realise that we still have a long way to go, even though we’ve levelled up after experiencing “SS”.

Take a step forward and you can change the world – that’s how it made us feel.

Mayoi: Everyone, please watch us.

As long as we have the determination to face our difficulties, we “ALKALOID” can sing and dance the most brilliantly out of anyone in the whole world…♪

“♪~♪~♪”

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[mrs-kodzuken]

hard to desire ⨟ kenma k.

chapter two

babydoll ari abdul

❝Oh, Father, forgive me for all my sins

When I meet your eyes, the Devil, he wins

Blinded by your lies, but I play pretend❞

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"We're going to miss you so much sweetheart," Your mom hugs you tightly, tearing up a bit.

"Call us if you need anything at all, sweet pea." Your dad says, giving you a sad smile over your mom's shoulder.

"I will, I promise. I love you guys so much." You tried keeping the tears at bay because you knew you wouldn't be able to stop. They had packed everything you'd need into your small car and then, of course, sent you with extra money for the things they couldn't fit.

You were going to live with Kuroo in an apartment so surely there should be basic things like a refrigerator or microwave?

"Be safe, sweetie." Your mom said as you were leaving out of the door. You could only nod and wave bye, you'd never left home on your own like this before, so it put you through quite a few emotions.

You hadn't mentioned the part about Kuroo's roommate, Kenma, yet to your parents. They trusted you under Kuroo's care as if you were still a child.

Starting the drive to the town you would be spending the next few years in made you a little nervous. You decided to hook up your playlist and play some of your favorite songs to help with the nerves.

You had also wondered if you would ever see that strange man again, maybe that would be your first ever attempt at romance. Never being in a romantic relationship before meant that you relied on fictional characters from books to fulfill that part of your brain.

You just hoped that Kuroo wouldn't snoop to your bookcase that would be put up in your room to hold all of your books like trophies.

In the time that you had been driving and spacing out to the music, you had magically appeared in the town you kind of remembered.

Quickly, you called Kuroo because he didn't even give you the address to the apartment you would be staying at yet.

"Hey, I'm in town now. Could you send me the address?" You asked into the phone call connected to your car's radio.

"Uh, yeah sure," Maybe a minute went by. "There you go. I'll go let Kenma know you're on the way here, little one. See you in a bit."

Whilst you were trying to figure out the weird directions to get to the damn apartment, Kuroo was trying to get Kenma to come out of his room.

"Kenma, she's on her way now. Make sure you're nice to her, just what I had spoken with you about a couple days ago." Kuroo reminded Kenma, leaning on his door frame.

Kenma had been still trying to sleep even though it was almost 11:40am. That's always a tell-tale sign that he was up late on one of his many consoles or editing his Youtube channel.

"Kenma." Kuroo called once again.

Something stirred within the pile of blankets on Kenma's king-sized bed. Then a grunt was heard and Kuroo decided that it was enough for him, he'd have to actually say it again when Kenma would be up later. Kuroo shut his door and sighed, hoping this would go great for everyone involved.

Soon after, you sent him a text message saying you believe you had gotten to the apartment.

Kuroo came jogging down the apartment stairs to meet you exiting your car.

"Hey, little one. Was the drive okay? You need some help getting all that up the stairs?" He asked, giving you a hug. He'd be mindful of your feelings later when you've settled in so you can spill about your sentiments of being here, like you used to.

"Hey, yeah the drive was fine. Nothing but a bit of music and singing can't help," You chuckled and broke the hug.

"And yeah, it would be great if you could help me." You eyed your car, the backseat seemed to have been spilling through the windows based on everything your parents had insisted on packing.

"They sure do love you; you know that?" He mentioned opening your trunk so he could start with whatever is back there first.

You swallowed your feelings, "Yeah, I know. Let's get this stuff hauled in there." You said, changing the subject so you didn't have to think about that right now.

"I've taken the liberty to give you a queen-sized bed. I assume that you would bring your own sheets because I know you like particular 'aesthetics'." He made finger quotes around the word but that didn't take away how thoughtful it was of him.

"You didn't have to; I could've bought my own and put it together. I'm a manly man, you know?" You joked, enjoying the nice moment between you two.

"Yeah, yeah whatever you say." He grunted, hauling a box over his shoulder up to the apartment. After a couple trips, he told you he'd get the rest and lock your car for you so you could get things organized in your new room without being overwhelmed.

Heeding his instructions, you got to work.

By the time you were done, your room kind of resembled the one at home but this one spoke to you in a way that one never did. It signaled a new era for you – a new you.

Your bookshelf stood tall and proud with plenty of colorful books on it. Your bed had a pink and white theme, a fluffy rug in the middle of your hard wooden floor, and a door mirror were your favorite touches so far.

The apartment itself wasn't so bad. You didn't really get to take a look at it due to unpacking but you definitely wanted to now. Exiting your room, you find the bathroom and you guess the bedrooms where Kuroo and Kenma sleep.

The kitchen wasn't spacious, but it wasn't crowded either. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Kuroo probably meticulously placed the barstools and counter items like the tea, coffee, and toaster machines in specific places.

He was such a geek sometimes.

You looked through the cabinets and tried to stick everything to memory of its place. You, however, brought some of your own favorite dishware that had cute pink ribbons imprinted on the glass. You definitely were going to make your presence known with that.

That happened a lot more throughout the apartment too. Your little decor items like a specific throw blanket and pillow on the couch just for you. Small decorations on shelves here and there. Your toothpaste and toothbrush in the medicine cabinet.

You were popping up everywhere in their lives. In his life. And for some reason, it got under his skin. Even covering his head with a pillow, Kenma could still hear you bustling about in the apartment, talking to yourself about where something should go.

You'd occasionally ask Kuroo, and he'd just say, "Whenever you want to put it is fine with me, little one." Not taking into account Kenma's thoughts and that kind of pissed him off.

Not that it was his fault anyways. It's not like he got out of bed to say hi and greet you. Or it's not like he's pretending to be asleep so he doesn't have to conversate with you.

Kenma doesn't know why exactly you're getting under his skin so much, but it bothers him. It bothers him so deeply.

"Want to come with me to help you set everything up for school? I can show you the main buildings and once you get your class schedule, I'll tour the buildings with you, so you won't be late on your first day?" Kuroo's offer lit your eyes up.

Afterall, you were here because you wanted your degree, so obviously you're excited about classes and school.

"Yes, yes, yes. That'd be amazing. Just let me grab a jacket and I will. I saw something about it possibly raining later." You called out to him, fast walking to your room to get a zip-up you had on earlier.

You heard Kuroo walk back into the hall, and you thought he was going to get on to you for taking forever as you looked at your outfit into the mirror of your door. But that wasn't the case.

A knock was sounded, but it wasn't on your door. It was his.

"Kenma, want to come with us? We're going to go view the fall semester classes." Kuroo said through the door to Kenma's room.

You even stopped breathing to hear him.

You'd see the picture frames on the walls and here and there on the shelves from their high school days but there wasn't a current one of Kenma out. And even in those pictures, he was always looking away or face not closely in the picture. That in itself had made you curious too.

“Too tired.” Was all that was spoken but it still had an effect on you. Even though it was muffled through walls too. It was slightly becoming a bit more than curiosity at this point. But then again, you kind of had gotten a bit sad that he wouldn’t be tagging along.

You’d be living with a man you don’t even know, and he was too tired to go look at fall semester classes? Interesting. 

“Alright, well little one, let’s get this show on the road then.” Kuroo called for you and you opened your door.

“Okay!” You shoved that weird Kenma thought to the back of your brain and went ahead with Kuroo to enjoy how you guys would be spending the rest of your day. 

. . . 

Just like that, two entire weeks of school passed by. And yet, not even once within those fourteen days of school did Kenma take any invite from you.

You remembered how he turned you down multiple times. One day you had softly knocked on Kenma’s door, hoping for him to answer.

“Hey, want to come study with Kuroo and I? I thin-"

"Leave me alone." Kenma's annoyed, muffled voice cut you off and gave you the answer you needed. You purse your lips, hoping you haven't done anything to upset your roommate. Although that isn't even one of the possibilities for you haven't even been in the same room for longer than five minutes max.

Another encounter was when you had gotten home with Kuroo, and you guys decided to get takeout which was aka Mexican – your favorite. You had found Kenma sitting on the couch in the living room scrolling on his phone.

It was as if he could sense you looking at him, he quickly got up and headed straight for his room.

"Hey, wait. I wanted to know if you wanted to add to our order. We're getting Mexican food for dinner tonight." You spoke hopeful, keeping your voice light the entire time. You desperately wanted to connect with your roommate, even if it seemed that he hated you – your mere presence.

However, he had other thoughts as he passed you with a gruff scoff, "Mexican makes me sick."

Just a few words hurt your feelings more than you'd like to even admit. You weren't used to this type of rejection when you had been nothing but cordial.

One fateful day after class, you decided you really needed a study session with Kuroo to boost your spirits. You didn't want to feel so down with it only being the second –almost third– week of college.

"Of course, anything for you. I'm going to invite Kenma; he needs it too." Kuroo said, without thinking. You hadn't confided in Kuroo about how you think Kenma absolutely hates your guts. Every time you try, you just keep thinking maybe there is something you're missing that is making him behave this way towards you.

"Oh... yeah, that's a good idea." You tried to support it, but you were riddled with anxiousness.

Your nerves got even worse when Kuroo had stated that Kenma, begrudgingly, would meet up with you guys. Only to which you then mustered half a smile, knowing that the next few hours would be more stressful than the coursework itself.

You stood at the small cafe that was built into the university's library, you stared at the menu hoping that your memory would be able to recall what Kuroo had always ordered.

On the off chance that you and Tetsu come here to study or get a breather, you always forget what he orders. On the other hand, Kuroo has mentioned what Kenma gets every single time and now that is the only thing that has burned itself into your memory.

A fucking oat milk latte loaded with any sort of sweet syrup.

You'd been secretly watching Kenma when he drinks them, seeing which kind of syrup he favors more. You're not exceptionally sure why you've been doing this either. However, the vanilla and caramel he seemed to like the best, so you asked to add both of those syrups into his latte.

Then, you made sure to send Kuroo a quick text, asking what his order was again – hopefully it just gets blamed on your apparent forgetfulness.

'Iced coffee with a splash of sweet cream' He had texted back, which honestly seemed very basic.

With a drink carrier, you carefully made your way to the study table that soon had everyone's laptops, notebooks, and pens out.

"Thank you, little one." Kuroo said, hastily taking his bland iced coffee from the brown, recyclable drink carrier.

Kenma's sharp golden eyes peered upward at you, causing you to gulp. He took his coffee without so much as uttering a word as Kuroo got to work. You had pretended to type notes for your art class and secretly peered up to see the slightly upward turn of Kenma's lips.

You felt satisfactory with your decision.

After a few hours of studying, you couldn't help that your eyes kept drifting to Kenma. Kuroo had gone to the bathroom and your coursework was definitely not on your mind. You breathed in as you took in his entire form across the study table from you.

Kenma's medium length hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, his brown roots showing more so since they've grown out quite a bit from the starch contrast of the blond hair dye. A few strands of hair had framed his sharp angled face, he seemed extremely concentrated on whatever he was reading at the moment.

Your eyes moved downwards, taking in his frame and clothes. They were the most basic, as expected from someone who didn't really care what outfit he wore. A tee with graphics on it and black sweatpants.

Noticing more, his laptop had one of those light up keyboards that you kind of wanted to run your hands across for fun. If you focused on just him, you could slightly smell the scent of cinnamon apples coming off of it. It felt intoxicating to say the least, making you feel the slightest bit of light-headedness.

You snapped out of your thoughts when he suddenly shut his laptop hard.

"Done studying?" You asked curiously, trying to pretend that there isn't a weird flutter in your stomach nor that you basically were ogling him either.

"Why does it matter? It's not like you're doing any studying with the way you've staring holes into me." He sneered at you, and you couldn't help the faint dust of blush that coated your cheeks.

"I was spacing out, sorry." You muttered, only focusing your attention on the brightly lit laptop screen, not the way you feel embarrassed for the emotions that coursed through your veins when you thought of your roommate – who hated you, you had to remind yourself.

When in the hell was Kuroo coming back from the bathroom to save you from this?

synopsis: it's the summer before you go to university, and you decide to become roommates with your pen pal that you've known since you were in primary. big problem arises, he's got a roommate, and it just so happens that his roommate either has a sexual want for you or hates your guts – or probably both?

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With 24 hours to spare till I have my procedure for my wrist that’ll likely leave me unable to write for at most a week, I have done it! My entry for @lawscorazon’s collab. The prompt, write whatever you want! Be it sinful or fluffy! And, well, ya girl can’t say no to sinning between the sheets 😏

The title is inspired by the song “For Your Entertainment” by Adam Lambert, a great BDSM-esque song, I highly recommend o adding it to your sex playlist if you’re like me and have one.

This was also an experiment, wanted to see if I wrote better in past tense rather than present. And holy shit am I happy with the outcome!

Summery: Kid wanted both his partners tonight, but you don’t feel like getting all sweaty with the boys. You just want to sit back and enjoy your drink. So you make a compromise. You’ll stay, but only if they put on a show for you while they follow your little queues.

Warning: light choking, deep throating, consensual voyeurism, fem!dom, anal sex and fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, orgasm denial, light injury (nothing terrible, just a slight strain at worst), use of ‘she’ for the reader (if I’ve left anything out please let me know)

Word Count: 5.2k+

Pairing: Kid x Killer x femdom!reader

Starts under the cut because the sins begin immediately

Edit: realised I somehow pasted it twice, all fixed

We’re Here For Your Entertainment

Kissing a man like Eustass Kid was always a gamble, one never knew what they’d get, even if they’d known him his entire life. Yet the only man who could boast such a thing - his lifelong best friend and now boyfriend, Killer - seemed more than happy with the wet, open-mouthed kiss he was currently engaged in with the redhead. Kid groaned, bucking up into Killer’s hand as the blonde stroked their erections together. Calloused fingers untangled themselves from the long blonde locks, reaching down to entwine with Killer’s hand, completely engulfing their cocks in a tight tunnel. A soft, slightly higher pitched moan than their own broke their trance, Kid rolled his head back so it dangled off the edge of the bed while Killer looked up, the steady pace of their hands stopping as they looked at you.

Your breath stuttered at the hungry way they gazed at you, the only thing left covering your body was your underwear, now soaked with your arousal as you mindlessly stroked between your legs. You smirked back at the two men, reaching to grab your drink with your free hand, leaning back in the captain’s chair and lifting a leg to bring your heel up onto the table beside you, giving them a perfect view of how turned on they made you. Kid groaned, unabashed as ever in his arousal while all you heard from Killer was a sharp inhale.

You brought your glass up to your lips, its cool surface sent a tingle through the flushed skin of your face and you looked at them from over the edge, the side of the glass fogging up as you spoke, “Don’t stop on my account.”

Killer, ever the one to please, went to peppering soft kisses along the scarred side of Kid’s neck. Kid let out a pleased huff, rolling his hips and the two of them restarted the languid pace of their joined hands.

You licked your lips before taking a small sip of your drink and placing it back on the table, bringing your now free hand to your breast. Your breath hitched as you touched your nipple, fingers cold from holding the glass. With a heavy sigh, your head rolled back as you pinched the peak and rolled it between your fingers.

You’re brought out of your own, brief world of self-pleasure at the sound of an impatient grunt, your gaze snapped back to the two muscular men on the bed just in time to see Kid wrap his legs around Killer’s hips as he shoved down on the mattress with his one arm. You bit your lip as the young captain flipped the two of them over and began grinding his cock down onto the blonde’s.

“C’mon, you bastard,” Kid panted, yet there was no venom in his voice, just pure need, desperation, ”said you were gonna fucking wreck me, so do it.”

Killer looked up at the redhead for a moment, clearly stunned at the sudden change in position, and then you saw the subtle flash in his eyes, but Kid’s was too busy grinding their lengths together to notice. Killer’s arm dashed up, thick, strong fingers wrapped around his captain’s neck as he used the momentum and his other arm to flip them back. Long, blonde hair cascaded down the man’s shoulders, caressing Kid’s cheeks as he stared down at the grinning redhead.

“There,” Kid groaned at the sight of the feral look on his partner’s face, “there it is!”

Your breath shuddered and you bit your lip, afraid to make a noise and disturb the primal display before you. You lifted your hips to pull down your underwear, not bothering to completely take it off and letting it dangle from your foot. You reached down, bypassing your throbbing clit to circle your entrance as your other hand continued to palm your breast.

The fingers around Kid's throat relaxed, the thumb travelling up his neck and pressing down just under his jaw. The redhead drew in a shaky breath, his chest rising slower than usual and eyes rolling as he groaned.

“Such a brat,” Killer growled, his deep voice making your pussy clench around nothing, “let’s put that mouth to proper use.”

He rose up on his knees, still straddling his captain as the hand around Kid’s throat darted to grab a fistful of scarlet hair. Kid got all of two proper breaths in before Killer’s thick length was shoved into his mouth. The redhead flailed his one arm for a moment, going to grab at Killer’s hip for stability before realising that just forced the cock in his mouth deeper, he groaned, hand ending up on the bed behind him to keep himself propped up.

“Such a good boy,” Killer all but purred down at his partner, caressing the back of Kid’s head.

This time you couldn’t hold back the groan as you shivered, pressing two fingers inside yourself, pussy giving a throb of relief as it was finally filled.

The blonde hummed, eyes darting to you for a moment before returning to Kid, “Seems like y/n’s enjoying the show,” he said, shoulders jerking in silent laughter, “are you going to be a good little slut and make this worth our while, Kid?”

Kid answered with a groan, trying to press his head forward to take more of Killer’s cock in.

“Good boy,” Killer said, tone a little softer than before.

He began to rock his hips, adding pressure to the back of the Kid’s head as he slowly fucked the young captain’s mouth. The redhead moaned, body going slack save for the arm keeping him up and you licked your lips at the slight bulge that appeared in his throat. You found yourself matching Killer’s speed, fingers thrusting in and out of your body at a languid pace.

But it didn’t take long for Kid to grow tired of the slow pace Killer had set, he tried to move his mouth faster along the blonde’s cock and let out a grunt of frustration when the hand behind his head gripped his hair.

Killer tutted, “What a needy cock slut,” he huffed, pulling his length out and letting it rest on Kid’s cheek, it twitched in protest at the cool air.

The redhead groaned as he tried to turn his head and lick the thick erection, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, but the grip on his hair was too tight for him to move.

“Tell me what you want,” Killer’s tone returned to that softer one from before, he bought his free hand up to Kid’s face, thumb wiping away the tear that had just spilled down onto his cheek.

“Fuck…me,” Kid’s voice was slightly deeper, more gravelly as he panted.

The blonde man huffed, shoulders jerking again in repressed laughter, and turned his gaze to you, “What do you think, y/n? Does he deserve it?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you said as you cocked your head a little, feigning deep thought as your fingers massaged inside your core, pressing against that soft bundle of nerves inside, you gasped and shivered at a particularly well-aimed press before glancing at the younger man, “Do you promise to be a good boy, Kid?”

“Y-yeah,” he huffed, giving you that glazed-over look he got whenever you called him a ‘good boy’ in a sultry tone, “be on my best fucking behaviour.”

The corner of your mouth twitched into a slight smirk, “We’ll hold you to that, sweetie.”

“Any particular way you want us, y/n?” Killer asked, causing your gaze to shift to him as you pulled your fingers out of your core.

You felt a pang of sympathetic desire at the look Killer was giving you, his pupils blown wide, a light, near-constant tremble running through his body; desperate to sink his cock back into something, yet refusing to move ahead without your say-so. It stole your breath away, the rush of power you felt, the way these two men - two of the youngest and most feared pirates in the world - waited on bated breath for your next order.

You picked up your glass once more, taking a long, slow sip as you considered Killer’s question. A flicker of an image appeared in your mind’s eye and you bit your lip to stifle a moan, sucking in a sharp breath through your nose.

“I want you to fuck him from behind,” you said as you put your glass back down, heart racing at the image your mind had conjured, “with your back to me, and I want a perfect view of you two fucking. I think you’re flexible enough for that, Killer”

It was a test, in a way, to see how far your captain was willing to go while in a submissive position. While Killer was always cautious about testing Kid’s boundaries, never going too far over where he believed the line to be, you revelled in pushing him to the edge, watching him squirm and whine as to that high he craved.

It was also a test for Killer, when you’d first joined the two men in their relationship, you noticed a lack of proper communication. There were no check-ins, no safeword and rather minimal aftercare. Though it wasn’t their fault, seeing as neither of them had much experience outside of each other. It just led to Kid being overly angry with Killer for treating him ‘like some porcelain fuck doll’, all because the blonde was frightened of the number of times he’d hurt his boyfriend. He also didn’t like to bottom as Kid was equally rough, though he had less of a sense to ‘fix’ the problem by being gentle.

You’d whipped them into shape rather quickly, the key problem being their lack of communication. You’d admit there were still a few hiccups here and there, but sex was never meant to be perfect, though you still made sure to pull them up whenever they forgot to at least talk to one another.

Kid was looking at you with a blank expression, most likely unable to fathom the position you had in mind.

But from the excited hitch in Killer’s breath, you guessed he had a good idea.

“On your hands and knees,” Killer said, giving Kid’s thigh a light slap, before climbing off the redhead.

“What? But…” he looked from you to Killer, “she won’t be able to see anything?”

Killer was unable to suppress a light, yet equally dark chuckle as he reached for the lube, “We’ll get to that in a second, need to prep you first. Now, ass facing y/n.”

Kid rolled his eyes, face reddening, but went to do as he was told, “Fucking, stupid voyeuristic piece of…”

The blonde scoffed, he gave a harsh slap to the younger man’s ass, earning himself a barked shout and a glare, “As if you don’t get off watching us fuck.”

The only reply Killer got was a grunted curse as he sunk two lubed fingers into Kid’s asshole, the redhead was quick to relax, slumping the top half of his body down and resting his head on his one forearm. You hummed in approval, noticing how Killer was kneeling beside Kid so you had an unobstructed view of him opening your captain up. Fingers dipped into your core once more, thumb brushing against your clit as your breathing picked up again. You let out a deliberately loud, lewd moan, smirking as the small amount of red hair you could see over Kid’s rear ducked down and he groaned back, hips rocking to meet the thrusts of Killer’s fingers. The blonde looked at you with a chastising expression, yet the faint smirk on his lips and his shoulders jerking in repressed laughter told you how he truly felt about you messing with your mutual boyfriend.

Out of nowhere, Kid gave a deep groan, thrusting back against Killer’s palm, “Ah, f-fucking bastard.”

He kept bucking backward, back arching as he grew louder, yet Killer continued his steady pace, the faint smirk never leaving his painted purple lips.

“F-fuck, Killer, gonna come if you keep that up,” the redhead grunted, shifting to spread his legs wider.

The blonde glanced at you in silent question, you shook your head, still toying with your clit, your sex aching for release.

Kid gave a sound that was something between a whine and a groan when the fingers were pulled out of him, panting as he shivered, “Fucking, teasing, bastard piece of-”

“Wider,” Killer said, tapping the redhead’s thigh with one hand while reaching for the lube with the other, getting grumble in reply.

Killer shifted to kneel on the bed so you were looking at him side-on. He poured a generous amount of lube onto his palm and began to slowly stroke himself, tilting his head to the side to smirk at you as he grunted and huffed. You rubbed your clit, matching the leisurely strokes of his hand as you watched him pleasure himself, making your pussy clench around nothing.

“C’mon, what’s taking so long,” Kid snapped.

Killer rolled his eyes while you stifled a giggle with the back of your hand.

“Such a brat,” the blonde huffed as he spun back to face Kid, bringing a hand down with a hard strike to the young captain’s ass.

“F-fuck, ah, c’mon dumbass,” Kid was trying to sound demanding, but he ended up seeming more needy than anything else.

Killer chuckled, holding nothing back now as he began to move one leg so it was in front of Kid’s, half draping his body over the redhead’s back, “So needy already, and we haven’t even started.”

With one hand on the bed to steady himself, Killer held his lubed-coated cock with the other and lined himself up. You couldn’t see when he first entered Kid, but you could make a very good guess from the deep, shaky moan the younger man gave as Killer’s hips pressed forward. Your breath studdered and you had to remove your hands from yourself, knowing you wouldn’t be able to last if you kept going. Killer paused, lifting his other leg and hooking it over Kid’s so that he was kneeling over the redhead, before Kid could do anything but make a question noise, the blonde shifted further. He moved so his legs were now not only in front of Kid’s but also hooked around them, forcing the redhead to spread his legs wider as he lay down, hands resting beside Kid’s shoulders.

“H-holy fuck,” Kid groaned as he shuffled, trying to get comfortable while pinned beneath Killer.

While Kid seemed rather pleased with the new position, you on the other hand had a glorious view. With Killer’s legs out of the way and him essentially straddling Kid’s ass, you had an unobstructed view of the blonde’s cock penetrating your captain’s tight hole.

“This- this what you had in mind, y/n,” Killer asked, panting as his hips twitched, clearly desperate to move.

You bring your hands up to your breasts and moan, “Perfect,” you sighed, squeezing your chest and pinching your nipples, “how do you feel, Kid?”

“F-fucking, deep, fuck,” he groaned, words muffled slightly and you guessed he had his face buried in the sheets, thighs trembling as he tried to rock back.

“Then go ahead, Killer,” you said as you continued to massage your breasts, pussy aching to be touched and soaking the chair you sat on.

When Killer first pulled out, Kid’s legs are forced apart even more, making the redhead hiss. The faint sound of pain quickly ended in a cry of pleasure as Killer’s cock thrust back into the tight heat. The blonde set a demanding pace, just how Kid liked it, Killer’s balls slapping against the younger man’s perineum with every thrust. Though you were almost deaf to the sound of skin hitting skin thanks to Kid’s cries and moans, the muscles of his thighs tensing and twitching as he desperately tried to meet Killer’s arduous pace. However, with the blonde’s legs wrapped around his own and the older man’s full weight bearing down on his lower half, Kid was completely at Killer’s mercy.

The bed rocked and thunked against the wall in sync with Killer’s thrusts. Your vision blurred for a moment as a shot of pure lust jolted through your veins at the sight. You bring your hand down to your pussy, moaning in relief as you touched your soaked entrance and pressed two fingers in, curling them to rub that bundle of nerves inside you and forcing the heel of your palm to rub your clit. Your heart pounded in your ears, vision unfocused yet locked onto the erotic sight of the two strong, burly men fucking before you. You felt your walls clench around your fingers as your head slowly bowed, high so close yet you wanted to reach it when Killer did. You pinched your nipple, slowing your fingers to try and calm down a little and not finish too soon.

Skin slapped against skin and you groaned at the erotic sound, then paused, worry fluttering in your chest as you glanced up with a frown.

Kid was always loud when fucking, regardless if he topped or bottomed, and even when he fucked you the sound of skin on skin was faint, drowned out by your combined voices. From here though, a couple of meters from the bed, you shouldn’t have been able to hear that sound so sharply, especially at the pace Killer was going. Finally, it clicked through your lust-hazed mind.

Kid was very quiet.

You strained your ears, just making out the muffled grunts and groans of your captain, though the latter was drawn out, almost pained.

Your heart wedged in your throat and you scowled, he knew the safeword, he knew that Killer was prone to losing himself in the moment while topping. You, however, also knew he was a highly prideful man, he’d never call a stop to everything, even if he was injured or in pain. Yet another hiccup you had to deal with, possibly the toughest of them all.

“Kid, colour,” you called out.

A louder groan was your only answer, though it was still drawn out, shaky, almost forced.

Thankfully, the situation now had Killer’s attention and he slowed his thrusts to a steady rock before stopping altogether.

“Kid,” he said, moving his scarred arm towards the younger man’s head and a second later you could clearly hear the captain’s laboured breathing, Killer’s voice was soft as he spoke, “colour?”

“Fucking, yellow,” Kid growled through clenched teeth.

The blonde didn’t move, you’d taught him that if he did he could make the situation worse, unless he knew exactly what was wrong, “Where does it hurt?”

Not quite the right question, but they’d come a long way from not communicating (you didn’t count Kid’s demanding) during sex to this, so you let it slide.

“Legs,” Kid grunted, “you’re gonna tear my fucking thighs up.”

Now you saw the problem. With each thrust, Killer’s legs had forced Kid’s further apart, causing the redhead to almost be doing the splits while his knees were bent, a feat that was nothing for the flexible blonde.

“Y/n?” there was panic in Killer’s voice.

“It’s alright,” you said, remaining calm as you got up and walked over to the bed, you sat on the edge so they could see you, reaching over and running your fingers through Kid’s hair, taking note of the lack of tears, dried or fresh, meaning he wasn’t hurting too badly, “Bring your legs together slowly, Killer, so Kid can.”

Killer shifted to move, though not the way you wanted him to, “Hold on, I could just unhook my legs and-”

You quickly cut him off, “If you do that he’ll try to snap his legs together on reflex and he’ll likely tear something in his thighs.”

“I’m right here and I’m not a fucking idiot,” Kid growled, glaring at you.

But you weren’t deterred, “Do you want people to laugh at you limping at the next port when they see you come off a ship full of men and one woman?”

The redhead continued to glare at you, clearly pissed at the implications, but he huffed, “Fine.”

You watched Killer closely as he balanced himself with his hands on the bed and shuffled his legs together, Kid’s hips raising as he followed suit. Only when he couldn’t move his legs any further together did the blonde slowly untangle one leg from the other man. Kid groaned, hips swaying as he was slowly freed. Killer rolled to one side off of the redhead and he rolled to the other.

You felt a sharp stab of worry when Kid clutched his right thigh and groaned, “Can you move your legs a little for me?”

“Yeah, just aches like a bitch,” the redhead grunted as he moved his legs a bit by bending his knees.

“Nothing torn then,” you said with a faint smile, you got up and grabbed your drink, “now the question is, do you two want to continue?” you asked them before taking a sip and sitting back down.

“Fuck yes!” there was an immediate look of excitement in Kid’s eyes, all aches were seemingly forgotten as he crawled over to Killer and straddled his lap.

Killer’s eyes widened as he looked up at his overeager boyfriend and you noticed he was only just half hard now. You cleared your throat, Kid turned his head to look at you, you cocked an eyebrow at him and he winced. Good, at least he realised his mistake.

“I mean,” he looked away from both you and Killer, scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks reddened, “If you wanna keep going, that is, Killer.”

The blonde seemed to relax a little, his cheeks becoming flushed, “I-I do, I just don’t feel right about you riding me, what with your legs and…stuff…”

“I told you I’m fine,” Kid said, a scowl forming on his face.

“Kid,” you said his name with a chastising tone and he glared at you, but once again where most would cower at such a stare from the man, you ignored it, “for Killer’s peace of mind.”

The young captain grumbled under his breath for a moment, biting his lip before sighing, “Fine, yeah, yeah, on my back then?”

Killer nodded, a faint smile twitching at the corner of his mouth, “Sounds good.”

Your heart swelled and you quickly hid your grin behind your glass, a sense of triumph washing over you. Not too long ago, Killer would have called a full stop to things right then and there, going so far as to walk out of the room to get away from a still overeager and equally handsy Kid. It would leave them both pent up, the redhead livid, sometimes beyond reason and his first mate with a terrible case of domdrop, wallowing in guilt for days, occasionally weeks on end for having hurt the man he loved.

You watched with a satisfied smile as Kid rolled off the blonde and onto his back, Killer quick to take his place kneeling between his legs. You had a mostly side-on view of them, though a little on an angle, giving you a nice view of Killer's pert ass The older man grabbed the lube, applying more to his near faded erection while stroking himself back to full hardness. The redhead groaned as he watched the thick cock grow to its full size, breath hitching when it nudged against his enterance, head sinking back into the mattress as Killer rolled his hips forward.

“Ah, fuck yes,” Kid groaned, pulling one of his legs up towards his chest while Killer pushed his other up, “c’mon, fuck me.”

“If you insist,” there was a faint playfulness in the blonde’s voice that made your heart skip a beat.

He grabbed both the redhead’s legs behind the knees and slowly pulled out, you licked your lips and hummed at the sight, your hand returning to your clit with lazy strokes. Then he snapped his hips forward and Kid cried out, cursing as the blonde set a punishing pace; his one hand gripping at the bedsheets in a futile attempt for stability, both his body and the bed rocking from the force he was being fucked with.

Their moans and grunts filled the room once more, your heart began to pound and your own soft sounds of pleasure joined theirs as you thrust your fingers inside yourself. The sight was beyond erotic, yet the way they looked at each other was too loving to be called sinful.

Faint whines began to accompany Kid’s cries and there was once a time when you would have been worried by such sounds, now you knew better though. It meant he was close, at least, when he was getting pounded. The redhead reached down to stroke himself, but Killer slapped his hand away, not slowing his pace in the slightest.

“You come when I say so,” he snapped and your stomach twisted with arousal at the commanding tone.

Kid let out a moan that quickly morphed into another whine, “F-f-fucking. B-bastard!”

His hips began to rock up to meet the blonde’s thrusts, crimson eyes rolling as he shook.

“Don’t you dare,” Killer snarled, reaching between the redhead’s legs.

Kid gave a desperate cry, “No, don’t- oh fuck, fucking fuck!”

“Colour?” the blonde asked, still not stopping.

“Green! God, fuck, green!” Kid shouted, back arched and head tilted back.

Killer laughed, he didn't chuckle, didn’t snicker, but full-on laughed as he mercilessly pounded into his captain, grip firm on the base of his cock, denying him release.

Or so he thought.

It wasn’t long till Kid cried out in a snarled moan as he came dry, legs shaking as he bucked up, mouth hanging open, letting out grunts and cries as he trembled beneath the blonde.

Showing some mercy, Killer slowed down before stopping once Kid had finished coming. Blue eyes narrowed and he carefully pulled out, cock still hard and flushed red. Kid, on the other hand, looked quite pleased, expression one of bliss as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his own erection also hard but he seemed satisfied for the moment.

The air was tense, heavy, you'd stopped pleasuring yourself as you waited, all manner of punishments floating to the surface in your mind that you would give Kid if you were the one he disobeyed.

But this was Killer’s call, so you waited.

There was a yelp as the redhead was flipped over onto his front, rough hands - one heavily scarred - grabbed his hips and pulled them up, shifting him so you could see his face while keeping the two men in a side-on view for you. Kid looked over his shoulder at Killer and you relished in the wild look of confusion in his eyes.

“H-hold up, I just- hah!”

Killer slammed his hips forward and you moaned at the sight of him sheathing his aching cock into Kid’s ass. Without missing a beat, he brought one hand down in a hard, powerful slap against the redhead’s rear. Kid yelped again, eyes wide then rolling as the blonde resumed his punishing pace from before. Again and again Killer slapped his scarred hand across Kid’s ass, while all the redhead could do was rock back against him, gripping the sheets with his one hand as he was well and properly fucked, chest and cheek pressed against the sheets.

“Such a brat,” Killer snarled, accentuating the last word with another harsh slap, earning him a needy moan, “a cock hungry slut who can’t do as he’s told!”

Kid keened, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open, letting out obscene cries as his first mate effectively fucked him into submission, an angry, red, palm-shaped mark forming on his pale rear.

Your fingers were a blur against your clit, the extra dominance in Killer was something you rarely saw and you committed the sharp gaze he stared down at Kid with, along with the way his teeth were bared and clenched into a wicked smile, to memory.

The scarred hand reaches forward, gripping tight to crimson hair and pulling Kid up with a shrill cry, tongue momentarily rolling out as he bucked back. Killer’s other arm wrapped around his captain’s waist as he rested his chin on Kid’s shoulder and forced him to look at you, his rhythm never faltering. Purple lips moved but you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying from the combined noise of the loud cries the redhead was making and the erotic slap of skin on skin.

Kid moaned, his eyes trying to focus on you as tears gathered in the corners, “H-have- ah, have I been- oh fuck! A-a good boy, y/n?”

You bit your lip, quickly removing your hands from your pussy and letting out a shaky breath. You rolled your head back and tried to centre yourself, focusing on your tight grip on the arms of the chair, willing your orgasm away.

“Yes,” you finally gasped out, looking back at the two rutting men, “a very good boy, Kid.”

Killer grinned, letting the redhead go and allowing him to fall forward, the pace of his thrusts never slowing, “I’m going to let you come, Kid,” he said, breath becoming laboured, signalling he was close, “but only when I say so. When I finish counting to five, you can come, understand?”

“Yes,” Kid gasped as Killer gave him one more good spank.

“Good boy,” Killer grunted, resting both his hands on the redhead’s hips, “one.”

You went back to rubbing your clit, stuffing three fingers into your soaked pussy as you gasped and panted.

“Two.”

Kid cried out, stretching his arm out and arching his back, hips moving with desperate little bucks.

“Three,” Killer groaned through clenched teeth, his thrusts beginning to lose their rhythm as he forced out the next number like he’d been punched in the stomach, “four.”

Coil so tight in your gut, your legs tensed, eyes wanting to roll but you willed them to stay focused on your two lovers. Kid’s fingers slowly curled into the sheets as he whimpered and panted.

“Five!” Killer shouted.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Kid’s eyes rolled, tears spilling down his cheeks and he bucked back wildly as he came untouched, ropes of white leaving streaks on the bedcovers.

Killer’s pace finally faltered and he slammed his cock deep inside Kid’s ass, letting out harsh groans and gasps as he finally came. Then, his body still shaking with euphoria, he pulled out a bit, moaning as he glanced at you and then down at his half buried cock. You quickly followed his gaze, eyeing the base of his erection, it twitched and throbbed as the blonde continued to come inside the still moaning redhead.

That was it, the sight of his throbbing, coming length was your body’s final straw and you came with a trembled moan. Hand near vibrating against your clit as you pushed your three fingers as deep as they would go inside your convulsing sex. Your body shook and you cried out with each pulse, humping your hands and making a mess of your captain’s chair.

Your world spun as you slumped back, heartbeat hammering in your ears. With a quivering hand, you reached for your drink, finding the still slightly cool glass to be freezing against your heated palm. You bought it to your lips, giving a shaky sigh before downing the last of the cold liquid and turning your attention back to the two men on the bed.

Kid’s eyes are glazed over, he’d rolled onto his back and was spread out like a starfish, brow covered in sweat as he struggled to get his ragged breathing under control. Killer was still on his knees, body trembling, shoulders sagged and head tilted back. You didn’t even have the energy to chuckle as he slowly fell backwards, taking up the same spread-out position as Kid.

You sighed, resting your elbow on the arm of the chair and your flushed cheek against the cool glass, “Ah, my good boys.”

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Repeat Offender: Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Bonten!Rindou knows exactly how to get your heart: Money, booze, and a lot of flattery.

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tw: NSFW

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"Why won't you just let me have you?"

The question is posed as Rindou Haitani has you (willingly) pinned against the wall of the private office, your hands fiddling with the edge of your skirt.

"You're always in my dreams, and--"

"I don't mix business and pleasure, Mr. Haitani."

"I can't sleep anymore," the man whispers, leaning into you and pressing his erection against your thigh. "Don't you want me?" You look away, partially denying yourself, and partially revealing your attraction. "You smell so good, too. Is that Dior?"

"I have to go," you whisper, pushing off of the wall and out of Rindou's grasp before gathering your files and leaving the office in a rush. Rindou straightens his tie, his eyes following you as you hurry back to your office down the hallway.

And at that moment, Rindou determined that he wouldn't let you slip away a second time.

Even if he had to break a few necks or spend thousands of dollars to have you.

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You're walking out of your apartment when you see the flashy two-seater pull up, the familiar face of your colleague flashing through the window. But it's not a workday.

"Y/n!"

You try to reach for your car keys, but you find you can't quite move, and Rindou is already getting out of his vehicle. "Get in," he breathes, but you stand your ground, looking at Rindou in the eye with a straight face. "Listen, I wanted to apologize for yesterday."

"Don't worry about it." Your fingers suddenly work as you try to fish your keys out, and you touch your key fob as Rindou walks up to you, eyes serious.

"Come on. We're going shopping." When he grabs your wrist, you let out a soft gasp, but follow him to his car anyway. When you're safely inside, he drives off, humming along with the classical music playing in the car. You try to keep your eyes on the road, but you feel something pooling in your stomach at the thought of one of your flashier co-workers taking you shopping.

"Do you do this with every girl you find attractive?" The question slips out without prompting, and Rindou looks over at you curiously.

"No. Just you." When you arrive at the upscale shopping center, you bite your lip, looking at all of the signs for labels you can't afford. Rindou seems to notice your hesitation and places a hand on your waist, smiling at you with his violet eyes. "Where do you want to start?"

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"You know all of this won't buy my affection."

"I know," Rindou murmurs, looking down at his watch and sighing as the valet takes his time fetching the car. "But it can sway it, right?" The assistant holding your items behind you is panting with the exertion, and for a moment, you feel bad for them. Rindou had encouraged you to buy whatever you wanted, waving his hand and having the shops charge it to his invisible account. He even encouraged you to try on lingerie, but you'd declined to do so, alternately purchasing an expensive robe and calling it good.

When the car arrives to take you away, you reach over to grab your bags. "Uh-uh." Rindou swats your hand away and you shrink back, watching as he opens the trunk and then your door. You slide into the seat, watching him hand the valet and assistant a hundred-dollar bill each, then getting into the car himself.

"Where to next?"

"My place." You swallow hard as Rindou weaves through the lanes of traffic, wondering if you'd really make it to his undoubtedly fancy residence in one piece. Should you really be going to your co-worker's home? Especially after he's bought you thousands of dollars worth of custom clothing, accessories, and Williams Sonoma items? "Don't worry, I won't try anything." Rindou whispers as he pulls up to the gated community, flashing a small smile in the guard's direction.

The metal gate squeals open, revealing houses you could only imagine in your wildest dreams, and Rindou drives on, chuckling at your shocked expression. If you thought that he lived in a fancy house, you were wrong.

He lives in a mansion.

"I live here with my older brother, but he's out of town for the week." The comment is accompanied by the opening of another gate, and Rindou drives through it, clearing his throat. "We have a few rooms to choose from should you want to stay the night."

Stay the night?

"Is there anything you want to eat?" He wonders innocently, parking the car. "I can let the chef know."

"Um..." You stare at the white stucco mansion in awe, blinking a few times before you hear Rindou laugh, getting out of the car.

"I'll let you think about it, sweetheart." Your stomach leaps at the nickname, and you exit the car before he can open the door for you.

"Mr. Haitani, welcome back." A maid greets Rindou at the door, her eyes roaming over your appearance with interest. "Should I prepare a room for Ms...?"

"Ms. Y/n. Yes, thank you." You walk past the marble foyer and statues of famous figures around the staircase, following Rindou up the red-carpeted steps and to the second floor. "There's an infinity pool out back if you want to take a dip and a steam room as well. If you get hungry, the kitchen is on the first floo--" Rindou's phone rings suddenly, and you stand akimbo as he picks it up, frowning. "Talk to me."

Your eyes look out of the windows overlooking the backyard - which is filled with a koi pond, the infinity pool, and a few lounge chairs placed around the edge of it. You question how much he and his brother paid for this monstrosity, just as Rindou finishes up his phone call.

"I have to go for a little bit. I should be back within an hour, so make yourself comfortable. I apologize for the intrusion." Rindou takes your hand and gives it a quick kiss before walking down the stairs and leaving you alone.

You find yourself at the edge of the infinity pool an hour later, full of pasta cooked by the chef and dressed in the one-piece black swimsuit you bought earlier. You unwrap the towel from around your waist and dip a foot into the semi-cold water before immersing yourself in it and paddling to the edge of the pool in the evening light.

There's a steep drop-off at the edge, shielding your fall only with a thick border of glass. You suddenly imagine Rindou making business partners who displease him walk over the edge and fall down into the nothingness below. Well, there is something. But the marble slab looks quite far down, and really uncomfortable to drop onto.

"You're going for a swim, huh." You turn to see Rindou walking toward you, a smile on his normally serious face. "Mind if I join you?"

"But you're in a suit." Rindou raises a brow, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the ground before undoing the buttons on his shirt. And you can't help but watch him undress, revealing the massive tattoo scrolling down his left side. You look away as he takes off his pants, and you don't look back at him until you hear him splash into the water, swimming to you under the water. "Rindou!" He resurfaces just before he reaches your legs, grabbing your shoulders and laughing without restraint.

"Come here, pretty girl," he chuckles, pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss is tender, almost too tender for Rindou Haitani, but you lace your arms around his neck and his hands slide down to your waist. When he breaks the kiss, you whimper softly, and he leans forward again, cupping your face and kissing you over and over again. "Is this okay?" Rindou finally asks, his violet eyes searching yours.

"Yes," you exhale, eyes fluttering open. "Yes."

Water splashes around your hips as Rindou grinds into you, holding you close as his erection grows, again, rubbing against your thigh. You tangle your tongue with his, releasing all doubts and inhibitions before lean back, letting him kiss down your neck.

"We should take this to the shower," you whisper, and Rindou hums.

"Anything you want, baby."

Your moans fill the bathroom as Rindou slides against you, breath hot on your neck as you lean against the tile with his hands roaming over your backside.

"Should probably fuck you before we clean up."

He presses the head of his cock into you, groaning as your slick lubricates him enough so he can slide past your lips before pulling out and pushing back in. "So tight..." You bounce back on his dick, taking control of the interaction as he grunts and moans, holding your neck in his strong hand. His other hand creeps down to your folds and parts them, fingers hurriedly searching for your clit. When he finds it - you jerk in his palm and that lets him know - he rubs it with two fingers, making small, quick circles. "You're so wet for me."

"I want it so bad," you keen, and Rindou nods.

"I know. You've wanted this for a while, haven't you?" His voice in your ear is sinful, but you nod, closing your eyes. "Yeah, I know you have." You gasp as his hips drive into yours, making a slapping sound in the shower.

"Rin... ah, I'm..."

"Gonna cum for me? You gonna cum, beautiful?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." you pant, gripping the wrist that's attached to the hand rubbing your clit faster. "I--" You inhale deeply, pulsing around Rindou's cock as he continues his motions, leaving you a shaking, moaning mess.

"That's a good girl," Rindou hisses, kissing your jawline. "Now give me a few minutes to draw one more out of you before I cum, okay? Think you can handle that?"

"Anything you want, babe. Anything you want."

[mlm-writer]

Hero of the Swamp (Shrek x Jaskier)

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Pairing: Shrek x Netflix!Jaskier (Julian Alfred Pankratz/Dandelion) Rating: Explicit Words: 2893 POV: Third Summary: After being left on the mountain, Jaskier finds himself lost in the swamp and in need of warmth and comfort. Note: Y’all can thank @spielzeugkaiser​ and their amazing art for this. Sorry for the sloppy edit, but I really was not going to put even more time into this sinful work.  Tags: I’ve been a bad boy daddy forgive me father fore I have sinned, pre-movies Shrek, post-mountain Jaskier, angst, fluff, Shrek’s huge dong, size kink, cum shower, monster cock, blowjobs, rimming, cum eating and Shrek has emotions ok 

The growls of monsters lurking in the forest rolled over the muddy forest grounds and reached Jaskier’s icy ears. He shivered in both terror and response to the temperature. He told himself he could get off that mountain on his own, but who was he kidding? His frigid ears caught something in the dark. The bard bolted off the path, then later found himself in the middle of nowhere, chilled to the bone, disoriented, and, to be honest, frightened. 

He was looking for a path, but even that seemed to not be present anywhere in the vicinity. Jaskier rubbed his trembling hands together and walked on. Jaskier thought he should at last find some shelter from the wind. Just as he was about to settle for a random tree, he noticed light in the distance, warm like fire, inviting him and promising warmth and shelter. 

The fatigued bard all but ran towards it, the signs around the perimeter unnoticed in the dark. His boots sunk into the mud of the swamp, but he had his eyes set on the house-like structure in the middle of the swamp. He could not believe anyone wanted to live in this stinky place, but right now this someone was about to be his saviour. Once at what he assumed to be the door, he knocked on it. When there was no answer he knocked again. There were some angry, heavy footsteps, before the door opened. 

Before him stood a massive humanoid, skin green like peas, frame built like Geralt who preferred cake over his nasty potions. “Eh, good evening, sir,” Jaskier tried. If it was living in a house, it must be intelligent to some extent… right? “Could you please spare some place for a weary traveller?” The green creature did not look nice, even without its facial expressions. Some tension left its body after the question. Jaskier recognised it as a hint of confusion. “I’m afraid I’ll freeze to death if I don’t warm myself by a fire.” 

“No, get out of my swamp,” the creature spoke. It sounded like it was from Skellige. It was about to retreat into its home, but Jaskier put his foot between the door.

“Please, I’ll die out here,” he spoke dramatically, hoping for pity so he’d have a roof over his head tonight. He was not sure if he should try his luck with this creature, but at least it could speak. Wraiths had said less words, before trying to slice him. 

“Not my problem. Get out of my swamp. The only way you get close to my fire is when I roast you over it.” “Oh please, you don’t mean that.”

Jaskier had barely finished speaking, when the green man grabbed him by his doublet and pulled him close. His breath stank of swamp water and fish. His mouth was wide and Jaskier was pretty sure he would fit inside there. The bard felt like he should be terrified, but underneath a thin layer of leather and cloth, there was warmth radiating off pear skin. He wanted to lean into it, thaw. What inhibited his survival skills further, where those eyes glaring into his. Under bushy eyebrows rested two brown pools of warm broth. He heard the green man roar into his face that he needed to leave, because he was an ogre and he was going to eat him, but it was hard to believe him. 

Within those eyes that were so close to his, the ogre told the story of a creature that wanted to be alone, because alone was safe, alone was comfortable, alone was all he was used to. Jaskier never knew that, but after today, he understood why one would think that. 

“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands.”

It stung, more than anything had caused him to ache in ages. Jaskier could feel the urge to never make friends again, never love again, never lust after one he could not have. However, he refused. It was pain that made life worth living. Without pain, bliss did not feel as good as it did. The rain made sunlight so much more appreciated. The cold made fire so much more precious. The monsters made the witcher so much more valuable.

The human knew this, but the ogre holding him up by his doublet did not. Jaskier had wished for pity, but he pitied the other now. He clumsily threw his arms around the ogre and hugged him tightly. The ogre stopped yelling at him. Jaskier could feel the muscles against his body tensing up. The hand holding him loosened and he threw his legs around the ogre too, holding on and hugging him tightly. “You don’t have to be alone. I don’t fear you,” Jaskier spoke gently. 

“I am an ogre.” “And if you were really malicious I would not still be breathing. Please, just for one night. There are all sorts of dangers out in these swamps, especially at night. I just want to stay alive.” 

Jaskier could hear the ogre letting out a long sigh. “Fine,” he spoke, “but you have to be gone tomorrow.” Jaskier let him go, but not after planting a delighted kiss on the rough skin of the ogre’s cheek. 

“Thank you so much,” the bard exclaimed. He slipped inside, before the ogre could change his mind. The inside of the hollowed out tree looked cozy. It stank like hell, but he was in the middle of the swamp; what did he expect? “Do you like music? I have little to give you, but I am a bard.” Jaskier held up his lute as he grabbed the chair that had no food in front of it. One look at the giant slug on a plate and he was pretty sure he did not want to have any food. Jaskier pulled the chair a little closer to the fire and sat down with his lute in his lap. It seemed rather strange that there were two hand-crafted chairs, while the ogre seemed to be so keen on being alone. “Oh and you can call me Jaskier, by the by. What may I call you, my hero from the swamp?”

The ogre looked at him a little annoyed as he closed the door and sat back down to finish his dinner. “Uh… Shrek. You can play, but don’t sing.” Jaskier let the name roll off his tongue, before playing a calming tune. He didn’t speak, just let his fingers do their thing as he processed all that happened during the day, well it was actually more just those few minutes that haunted his mind. Each one of Geralt’s words cutting into his soul. “Eh… Jaskier?” Jaskier was pulled from his thoughts when Shrek spoke his name. He shook his head, before looking at Shrek. “You don't seem to be… you… you seem sad, well, what I mean is… I never heard such a depressing tune.”

Jaskier faked a smile. “My apologies, good sir. I’ll play you a happier tune, if you wish.” He diverted his eyes to the fingerboard, blinking away the tears he suddenly noticed pooling in his eyes. 

“No, you don’t have to. I prefer silence, anyway.” Jaskier looked up and noticed Shrek had finished eating. He stood up and started cleaning up. “You can sleep on my good chair.” Jaskier followed the ogre’s gaze to the fauteuil in the corner. He nodded. It looked comfortable enough. He had slept on forest floors with Geralt. This was more luxury than a regular day with the witcher. 

Shrek had some board and card games, which he seemed to enjoy to play. Jaskier wondered if Shrek usually played these games on his own or if he hosted guests more often. Neither seemed likely, since the games seemed to have gone untouched for at least a decade, if not longer. They shared a few laughs. Shrek turned out to be more fun company than Jaskier would ever have expected from an ogre. His jokes were terrible and sometimes a little insensitive, but he so clearly meant well. It was clear Shrek was not used to talking or any social interactions. He spoke like a young man still trying to figure out what was socially acceptable to say and what was not. Still, he was trying and Jaskier welcomes the vivid chatting. 

When they got tired, Jaskier curled up on the comfortable fauteuil by the fire. Shrek had draped a shirt of his over the human. It stank and was dirty, but it was warm and Jaskier was still low key afraid of getting kicked out to sleep in the mud, so he didn’t voice a single word of complaint. In the silence of the night with no one to talk to, words that were already spoken returned to his mind. Jaskier tried to block them out, but they bit at his brain, keeping him awake and drawing tears from his eyes. He curled further in on himself, trying to stay quiet as he sobbed into his hands. It just hurt so much to be discarded like he was nothing but a nuisance. Was that all he was? He was sure his songs brought joy in taverns, but right now the unlikely and unrealistic idea that everyone just pretended to have a good time was so overwhelming. 

The bard flinched when he felt a huge hand on his shoulder and arm. He looked up to find Shrek hanging over him in nothing but his smalls. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the ogre clearly wasn’t good with words. “I’m fine, Shrek,” Jaskier lied as he wiped the tears off his face, “I’ll just find the nearest town tomorrow and fuck the pain away.” The words had already left him, when he realised how that might sound. “And I’ll do that tomorrow, not because I think you’re hideous, quite the contrary, you might be the most handsome ogre to ever exist, but I just assumed you would not be interested in having sex with a human… male. Human male, doesn’t seem your taste, but it could be, I wouldn’t judge you. How could I? You’ve been a most generous host! I…” 

Jaskier almost suffocated as Shrek’s palm covered the entirety of his face. He got the hint and just shut up. Shrek slowly let go of his face, allowing him to breathe again. Jaskier looked away, cheeks red. He was blabbering nonsense to an ogre who preferred peace and quiet. He guessed it was time to sleep in the mud outside, however, Shrek wasn’t yelling at him… yet. 

“So you just have sex and that helps you feel better?” Jaskier nodded slowly. “I wouldn’t mind helping you feel better. It is not like I have had lassies lining up in the swamp… or lads.” He laughed a little awkwardly, making Jaskier laugh too. He took hold of one of Shrek’s huge fingers with two of his, by comparison, tiny hands. 

“Oh Shrek, you are such a wonderful host. You really do not have to do this though. I will still want to visit you again, even when you don’t want to fuck my brains out, just so I don’t have to think about some brutish asshole.” Shrek gave him a long look, before enclosing his hand around Jaskier’s waist and lifting him off the fauteuil. 

“It’s not just for you. It’s for me too.” And Jaskier wanted to read into those words, figure out the ogre with complicated feelings, but he had no willpower to. Shrek’s bed was firm, almost hard like a plank. It smelled like him, like onions and mud and firewood. Shrek tried to undress him, but his huge fingers couldn’t get a grip on Jaskier’s complex clothing. Jaskier smiled kindly at him, helping him without even needing to look at any button. “Can I kiss you?” Jaskier didn’t even reply. Instead he pulled Shrek’s head down. It was an awkward kiss. Shrek’s mouth was way too big and neither of them were very coordinated in the moment. 

When his clothes were mostly off and Jaskier was left in his smalls, Shrek kissed down his body, his huge tongue lapping at his skin and Jaskier could hear him enjoy the taste. He hummed to signal his pleasure, letting the ogre go about his business. Shrek pulled off his smalls and to Jaskier’s complete surprise, the ogre took his cock in his mouth. Jaskier whimpered, hands grabbing the sheets. Everything about Shrek was big, including his mouth. Even when the ogre sucked him to full hardness, Jaskier still didn’t feel the back of the ogre’s throat. Shrek sucked in his balls at well and Jaskier almost cried from the pleasure of having his cock and balls inside a warm mouth.  

When Shrek let Jaskier go, his length was hard, red and leaking. Jaskier barely had time to recover, before he felt that glorious tongue on him again, this time licking over his hole. Whispered pleas left his lips as he imagined that tongue inside of him. Then a thought crossed his mind. If everything about Shrek was big, what about his dick? Jaskier had seen the ogre’s hands and one finger was already bigger than the average cock. While he normally was down to go big, the imaginable size of Shrek’s dong low key terrified him.

His mind had no opportunity to freak him out completely, because Shrek’s tongue entered him and the feeling was so, so good. Jaskier moaned as big green hands spread his cheeks and thick wetness penetrated him. “Ah… ah Shrek I hate to be a uh… fuck!” The bard trashed his arms around when his new found friend started to stroke his cock at the same time. “I’m gonna cum! Way too soon, I know! Sto..aahh...” His whole body tensed as he spilled all over himself. Shrek was unrelenting. As the bard’s cock was spent, he still had his tongue inside him, pressing at the right places and wiggling around so talentedly. “Stop, stop, stop, it’s too much, really, too much.” 

Jaskier was out of breath, head fuzzy with post-orgasmic bliss. His whole brain short-circuited as Shrek’s tongue licked over his torso, cleaning him off all the cum he had spilled over himself. “Are you all right?” The green-skinned sex machine inquired with innocent eyes that did not match the absolute tent in his smalls. 

“Say, Shrek, will I die if I swallow ogre cum?” Jaskier almost laughed at Shrek’s expression. It was a ‘yes, no, maybe’. “Ok fine, but I will suck you off still.” The human pushed at the ogre, cornering the larger frame against the opposite wall, before getting on his knees. 

“With all due respect, Jask, I don’t think you can fit me anywhere.” Jaskier didn’t listen, pulling down Sherk’s white smalls in spite of knowing the ogre was probably right. As soon as 12 inch of green cock basically slapped him in the face, Jaskier knew he was in way over his head. Still, he was confident that if he tried, he could still fit the head inside his mouth. With Shrek still assuring him he did not have to do this, Jaskier started licking all over Shrek’s length. The taste was not as bad as he feared. In fact, the more he licked, the more he started to like it. Jaskier made out with the head of Shrek’s cock, fucking the slit with his tongue. Shrek was holding his shoulder, occasionally squeezing a little as he moaned. And oh were those delicious moans, primal, guttural, deep and vibrating through Jaskier’s entire body. 

The human tried many times, but he couldn’t slip the monster cock inside his mouth. He was resilient though and kept trying, while stroking the rest of the green length. He was so caught up in his quest that he didn’t hear Shrek telling him how close he was. He made a disappointed sound as he was forcibly removed from the cock in his mouth. Jaskier crawled back up the bed and stretched out his body. “Cum on me,” he wantonly moaned and Shrek did not disappoint. Jaskier had to close his eyes and mouth as he got showered in thick, beige cum. He never had felt this dirty, but it was a good kind. He wished he could have taken Shrek in his ass. He could’ve been so full. 

Once Shrek had stopped groaning, Jaskier dared to open his eyes. He could see guilt already spreading over Shrek’s face. He must have been a sight, so much smaller than Shrek and absolutely drenched in his cum. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve always fantasised about being showered in cum. Just never thought that all that cum would come from a single person.” 

Shrek let out a relieved sigh and helped him wipe some cum off his face so it wouldn’t get into his mouth or eyes. “I’ll prepare you a bath,” he spoke gently, surprising Jaskier with the thoughtfulness. His eyes followed the ogre as he put his breeches on and moved out to probably get some fresh water. A laugh escaped Jaskier as he stared at the sticky substance covering his skin. Who would’ve thought that the swamp could’ve been so pleasant? 

[starshapedpetals]

(Almost) All Diabolik Lovers Extra Songs SoundCloud Playlist In Release Date Order 🦇🩸

(Includes most of the games osts, all of the anime osts, all solo versus songs, Ruki’s narration songs, official remixes and most of the off vocals)

I literally stayed up all night working on this aha but it’s finally done!! Lol that comment really motivated made me to start and finish it in less then one day, thank you. Unfortunately there was a good chunk of off vocals I couldn’t find..Thank you to @vampirerosemary for her ost/bgm masterlist! the masterlist was very helpful!

Here it is!

Edit: Because this playlist has so many songs it will be hard to keep track if some songs get taken down. I’ll know if a song got taken down but I won’t know what song automatically. This may be a future problem with a small recovery rate. So if this does happen again please know that I am trying my best to figure out what song is missing.

Known missing songs:

Missing Lost Eden OST Song;

I think this is the first song in the ost?

Missing Off Vocals;

BLOODY SABBATH off vocal

A Certain Prophet's Fate off vocal

Tsumetai Chi off vocal

Q.E.D. Off vocal

Kyūai Labyrinth off vocal

Chikai no Campanella off vocal

Seiron Syndrome off vocal

Guilty×Guilty!!! Off vocal

Sin of a Strawberry [苺の罪; Ichigo no Tsumi] off vocal

Operation X off vocal

常夜KNOW UNDERSKIN off vocal

I.M.I.T.A.T.I.O.N. G.A.M.E off vocal

Mr. Butterfly Mask off vocal

SQueeze off vocal

I can’t find it on SoundCloud, only on YouTube so..

Bad Howling off vocal

Dystopia off vocal

Unknown missing songs:

(/songs I’ve lost in the playlist & don’t know what they are)

12…ugh.

[fandom-monium]

For the Holidays - Part 4

Summary: In which Spencer doesn’t want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “You know, I don’t remember you being able to run this fast back at the academy.”

WC: 2.4k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), fluff, defensive Spencer, more angst but not from unnecessary trauma, more emotional-support Reader, reunion arc, song fic, emotional/physical intimacy (to the max)

Don't think we fit in at this party Everyone's got so much to say, oh yeah, yeah When we walked in, I said I'm sorry, mmm But now I think that we should stay

Not a lot of things shake Spencer. It’s a very short list; his knowledge is expansive, he reads studies and scientific journals for fun, knows the most random statistics and facts just for the slightest possibility of it being useful. There're the rare occasions where unsubs catch him off guard, but at this point he's hardly phased. Nothing surprises him. 

Although, this⎼this has made it to the top of that list.

“You’re sorry?” Spencer repeats, not sure if he heard correctly. His body cements in place and he holds his breath, waiting for the punchline. Waiting for one of them to jump him, for someone to say, ‘LOL jk’ like Garcia does when he doesn’t get the joke.

Because he doesn’t like this joke. It wasn’t funny back then, it’s not funny now.

But they don’t. Seconds pass and his tormentors, like him, are just as frozen, just as breathless, just waiting for his reaction.

They’re serious?

Spencer’s lips curl as his nose wrinkles. “You’re sorry? You think saying sorry is going to make up for everything?”

“God no, of course not. But over time, we’ve come to realize,” Alexa’s voice trembles, like she’s holding back tears. She exchanges glances with Harper and the football team before taking a tentative step towards him. “You deserve a real apology at least.”

Spencer recoils, the words jostling his brain. Alexa, Harper, and the few members of the football team all nod in agreement, as if they discussed this beforehand.

She adds, “We don’t expect you to forgive us now or ever. But we hope to try and⎼”

She’s preaching, something about regret and forgiveness and bridging gaps, but Spencer barely registers her voice⎼the words drowned out by the thrumming Christmas music. It becomes more garbled and muffled. Like he’s under water and he’s sinking. 

He struggles to catch his breath. His brain reels until the only thing he can focus on is…

Anger. Familiar and hot and so loud that it rings in his ears. Against the storm, it’s a buoy in a rumbling ocean, the clearest, safest, most tangible thing he finds as he’s caught in the undertow. 

Just like that he breaks the water’s surface. 

And he latches on.

“You’re not sorry,” Spencer lets out a dry chuckle. Alexa and Harper open their mouths to protest but he continues, “You want to know how I know this? Because I have several degrees, one of them being in psychology.” 

They shake their heads. “We are⎼”

He cuts them off, his tone rising above Santa Tell Me as it bellows overhead. “No, you're not. You don’t feel remorse. You don’t blame yourselves. You feel guilty, and your attempt at apologizing for what you did tells me that you can’t live with that guilt. That’s why you’re apologizing. You want a clear conscience. You want me to⎼to just act like what you did was okay, to act like nothing happened. But it did and I⎼” Spencer’s vision blurs and his eyes burn. He squeezes them shut. 

He will not cry. He will not cry. He’s wasted enough tears on these people.

Spencer meets their gaze, and he knows they have to strain their ears when he rasps, “⎼It wasn't okay.”

“Reid,” Harper’s calls, her voice wobbling. For a second he sees it; Alexa, Harper, the football team backing them up as gold and white spotlights roam over them. Their eyes glisten with worry, and he sees the pain, the honesty, all the signs of truth and genuine regret with a profiler’s accuracy.

A small part of him hopes maybe they are. Maybe they do regret it the pain they caused him. 

The concept is jarring. And Spencer doesn’t have the capacity to process it. Not now.

So he turns away, clearing his throat. “Excuse me.” Without thinking, he slips his hand out of yours, startling you, and pushes through the throng of people.

“Um,” You hesitate as your gaze switches between watching Spencer and his (ex?) bullies. Then his back disappears in the crowd and you start after him, “I’ll be right back?”

Not the smoothest exit, but it’ll have to do.

You quickly weave between party-goers, rushing towards the exit. By the time you burst through the doors, Spencer is gone.

You’ve lost him.

⎼

Okay, you didn’t lose him.

You’re not even surprised, catching your breath at the gaping doors. Light spills from the hall, casting a long shadow as you scan the room, your footfalls muffled by the old carpet. It takes a little browsing until you realize you’re in the fiction area.

You find Spencer in the deepest corner of the library. He sits on the floor, slumped against the shelves of the classic literature section. You bite back a smile; his legs are too long for the small aisle between the bookcases, so his knees are bent and his hands rest in his lap. 

He barely notices as you carefully pad over to him. “Hey.”  

“Hey,” Spencer mumbles, staring vacantly at the rows of worn books. They’re dusty, mostly 3rd and 4th editions. He’s fairly certain they’re the same ones he read when he attended⎼damn, the American education system is underfunded⎼and despite the comforting presence of you and his old friends, he can’t bring himself to look at you, ashamed of his outburst. 

“You know, I don’t remember you being able to run this fast back at the academy,” You let out an exaggerated wheeze, an attempt to lighten his mood.  

It sort of works. Spencer huffs out a laugh, but he sobers quickly. “Sorry for running out on you like that.” 

You squeeze yourself into the small gap, mirroring him against the adjacent bookcase, legs tangling with his. “I told you, you have nothing to apologize for.” 

“Maybe but it’s still not fair to you,” Spencer swallows the lump in his throat. He hears you snort and he looks up, seeing the wry smile on your lips. “What?”

You roll your eyes. “Of course you still manage to think of me, even though this whole thing is for you. Reid, if I wasn’t so concerned, I’d feel touched.” 

He flushes, and while it's too dark to see each other clearly, Spencer still ducks his head. 

You smile shyly as you nudge the toe of your shoe against his. A question.

A second later, he nudges you back. An answer.

Satisfied, you don't say another word as you both find comfort in the silence and in the musty scent of used books. If you strain your ears, you can hear Snowman faintly echo down the empty hallways. It's hauntingly peaceful. 

Then Spencer breaks the silence.

It starts with a sniff and you shrug it off. Probably dust, allergies. But there's another and another until all you hear is his breathes, unsteady and wet and⎼fuck.

Spencer is crying.

He bites his lip as he clasps his hands tightly in his lap, trying to pull himself together. Scrape together whatever semblance of pride he’s got left. He's been humiliated enough today; he doesn't need to fall apart in front of you too.

Tears well in his eyes. A whimper escapes him, and because you’re alone⎼no music, no loud guests to cover him⎼you feel the brunt of it, rattling your bones.

Your willpower snaps.

Touch is a powerful thing. There are people who simply don’t care for it but others, they’re uncomfortable with the intimacy behind the sensation. Many underestimate the tremendous courage it takes to let others into your personal bubble. And for you⎼ 

Touch is... personal. It’s giving a spare key to your place. It’s confessing your sins before you face Death. 

It’s sharing your sweaters with Spencer because he thinks they look cool. It’s cooking and cleaning the failed trials afterwards, standing at the sink and flinging soap bubbles at each other. It’s sharing the blanket when heading home after an exhausting case.

Touch is comfort. So that’s what you give him.

Spencer's breath hitches as you crawl over to him. On your knees, you settle between his legs and he freezes, terrified if he moves you will leave. Or disappear. He’s not sure. But you’re so close that his breath puffs against your chin. He tries to hold them in. It makes him hiccup. 

To his surprise, you pull out a handkerchief. 

Though his body trembles, he doesn’t protest as your hands gently push back his hair. He follows the movement, his head falling back against the bookcase as he watches your dark silhouette hover over him, softly outlined by the streetlight seeping through the windows. He lets you take the tears and the hurt, dabbing them away from his tear-stained cheeks. 

Every teardrop is a knife. Every droplet you don’t catch, it's a cut. 

Spencer wonders if he's dreaming. Maybe he tripped and knocked himself out? Or did the football team clock him so hard it put him in a coma? Or maybe he fainted? 

Because if the universe is rewarding him after all the bullshit he's been through, all the work he’s done, he hopes this is it. This is the closest you've ever been⎼you’ve hugged and comforted each other before but this is so much more intimate than any other moment you���ve shared. And given the chance, he knows he would spend the rest of his days like this. His face in your hands as you wipe away the misery and despair.

The thought sends him into a new wave of tears. If you mind, you say nothing.

Spencer shuts his eyes, leaning into every touch, every caress. It’s too dark to see, so he tries to memorize what his eyes can’t. Your hands are cool against his skin and your soap smells good (or maybe that’s just you?). And as much as he appreciates your mindfulness to his germaphobic tendencies, he wishes you'd come closer. To keep touching him. 

But it’s odd, Spencer thinks as you smooth back his hair. You offer no words of encouragement. No words of wisdom. No motivational speech that’ll prompt him to bounce right back. You simply wait, brushing away his tears as he hiccups and sobs.

It just… doesn’t seem real. Attending the reunion like Morgan suggested (and the fact you're kneeling between his legs, but he's trying not to think too hard about it). The idea sounded so simple and terrifying at the same time. He planned to show off⎼peacock, if you will⎼and you even helped him practice. Spencer was prepared to bring them to their knees (okay, not really but he was willing to try). 

And now years later, they decide to apologize?

The audacity.

They didn’t spend years pushing past the pain. They didn’t hope the memories would erode with time. They didn’t have to pretend everything was okay, like nothing happened, like they didn’t do anything wrong. 

So excuse him if a little ‘sorry’ doesn’t make him feel any better.

Is it⎼is he weak for feeling like this? It’s been too long. They shouldn’t have this sort of effect on him.

“I don’t think that matters.” 

Spencer frowns at you. After his tears dry up and his hiccups subside, you settle beside him, your handkerchief, moist with his tears, fisted in his hands now. He tries to ignore the way your shoulders and thighs brush against each other. 

“I-I’m not invalidating you. But I don't think this is about being weak or sensitive. What they did to you… cut you deep and you never got closure and-and you’re still hurting. Even if it’s just a little,” You speak low, gazing at the bookshelves across from you as you stumble for the right words. He sees you angle your head towards him. Feels you shift next to him. “It's been years, but time and space doesn’t make your feelings any less valid. So no, I don't think this is about strength. It was a prank gone wrong, and you were just a kid.”

That’s putting it lightly. Spencer bites his tongue. 

You don’t need to know that.

He folds the handkerchief in his hands as he murmurs, “Easy for you to say.”

He feels you stiffen, and he considers the possibility that he said something wrong. 

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“It’s not bad or anything,” Spencer sits up, hands waving about as he rushes to assure you. “You’re always so composed. Even during the worst cases, you hardly lose it. In terms of stoicism, you’re basically on par with Hotch.”

Spencer cringes, the words out of his mouth before he realizes. 

For a second you don’t respond, but his heart stalls as he practically feels you pull away from him, even though physically you’re still there. You turn away, pulling your knees to your chest.

“Is that what you think of me?” Fuck, you sound betrayed by his assumptions. 

“I⎼well… ” Spencer wrings his hands together. He’s at a loss for words, afraid he’ll say something wrong again. He wishes he had night vision; your body language is closed off, protective, and he knows your expression is pained. 

Oh god, he did that. It hurts knowing he did that.

“Believe it or not, Reid, I’m not exactly the poster child for calm and collected," You unfold as you look back at him, voice laced with vulnerability. "I've got cracks of my own."

"... Eh,” Like you, Spencer attempts to brighten your mood, elbowing you, “I need to conduct an observational study to back that up."

He knows you're smiling as you huff, “Is that your roundabout way of saying I can go to you? When I need a shoulder to cry on?”

I'd literally drop everything if you came to me for no reason but okay.

Spencer shrugs, grinning as you push him so hard he topples over. And as you laugh and shove at each other like teenagers, Spencer concurs. You both have your cracks. You're cracked and chipped and if you take the time to look there's damage in places hidden away from the naked eye.

You're cracked but it makes you all the more perfect. 

AN: 4/5 whoops

yall don’t kink shame me but i’m a slut for emotional and physical intimacy 😳 and not to be toxic but Reids hot when he mad 😳 

what kind of student were/are you in school, middle/high/college? 

i think i got the hang of the angst now im quite proud of my writing here :) i bummed myself out writing these scenes you dont even know

small background with Mysterious!Reader and Reid yes they were in the FBI academy together :)

fun fact: when i was writing part 3 and 4 i had to go back and watch the elephants memory episode after realizing i forgot the names of Reids bullies. i was already halfway done before i noticed i wrote Harry instead of Harper gdm

when i started FtH, i cackled at the idea of Reid confronting his bullies. just seemed funny to me to have him be pissed and ready to shank his enemies with words and just lose that chance bc his bullies are human too and realize their mistake so they want to make up for it lmaooo now here he is angry and he can’t really express it the way he thought he would

(also if you noticed the lines ref to @idmakeitbehave’s fic cracked perfection, just a little thingy bc they inspire me and i love their everything <333) 

[geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde]

@stinastar got Eskel on my brain so I had to throw some love (see also: whump) his way

Here darling, have some suffering... as a treat.

(As always, I didn’t bother editing so if you see anything ridiculous, please let me know)

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Humming a melody, Jaskier was contemplating his next ballad. He had some good material from the last of Geralt’s hunts he had snuck along on a few weeks back, right before the two parted. Jaskier was feeling this one should be nothing short of epic, a wonderful, and maybe slightly annoying, surprise for his favorite witcher upon their next run-in.

Smiling while he tried to think of a good rhyme for “reckless”, Jaskier let his eyes roam over the village he was approaching. It seemed like a small settlement, but large enough to have an inn. He was in a fairly remote part of The Continent, but he was hopeful that his charm would serve him well, even if there weren’t an inn.

As Jaskier got closer to the village an odd sight made him lose his train of thought. In the middle of the main road going through the village it seemed that most of the residents had gathered round in a loose circle, and in the middle Jaskier could see two poles that looked to be made of metal sticking up. Perhaps it was some sort of festival or ritual in the area, thought Jaskier as he tried to get a better look.

When Jaskier finally got close enough to hear the villagers, he still couldn’t quite see what they were circling, but the snippets of conversation he heard weren’t particularly encouraging. Jaskier slowly waded through the crowd, concern growing as he heard the villager’s whispers, “monster” “it’ll be good to see it die” “it deserves to suffer”.

Finally, Jaskier was able to push through to the front of the crowd, getting to see what it was that had the villagers so excitable.

He let out a sharp gasp, his eyes widening in shock.

Before him was a man, his arms chained to the metal poles, stretched high above his head, his knees on the ground, his ankles chained to the bottom of the poles. His knees were bloodied, and the man was entirely bare, save for the chain he wore around his neck.

Well, more like a medallion, really.

A medallion in the shape of a wolf’s head.

Jaskier felt panic run through him as he realized he was staring at a witcher, just as broad and scar covered as his witcher, wearing the same medallion. The man’s head was bowed as he sagged in his chains but Jaskier knew that his eyes would be that same golden amber that frequented his dreams. The only difference between this unknown witcher and Geralt that Jaskier could see seemed to be their hair, this witcher’s hair a dark brown color so very different from Geralt’s white.

Before Jaskier realized what he was doing, he had taken a step forward, closer to the witcher. Jaskier felt a sharp pull to his arm and turned to see an elderly man with a severe face holding him back, “Best not get too close, son. We’ve weakened the monster but he’s not close to death just yet. Got another week or two in him at least.”

“Right. I’m sorry, I’m a bit confused. What, exactly, is going on?” Jaskier pulled his arm out of the old man’s grasp, quickly righting his doublet.

The old man smiled, revealing far fewer teeth than he should have had, “We tricked the blasted mutant, that’s what! Weakened him and tricked him and now he serves his penance for his sins.”

Jaskier’s mind raced, trying to process what was happening. The witcher had been captured by the town, it seemed, and now was strung up and being left to die.

Having travelled side by side with a witcher for nearly a decade, Jaskier had seen more than his fair share of intolerant people and towns, but never had he seen the malice in this man’s face. The old man was clearly proud of his accomplishment, happy to watch the witcher in front of them suffer for weeks on end before death.

Well, Jaskier certainly wouldn’t just sit around and let this happen, no sir. But what to do? He wouldn’t be able to fight the entire village, and any village willing and able to do what they had done wasn’t going to be swayed by pretty words and a catchy song. No, Jaskier would have to be clever, he had to find a way to sneak the witcher away with none the wiser.

“I must admit, good sir, I’m very impressed. How did you manage to catch a witcher unawares?” Hopefully, he would be able to get the old man to give him information.

The old man let out a laugh that made Jaskier’s stomach roll with disgust, “It came asking after a contract and I was able to slip it a special mix in some food and drink while we spoke. Family recipe - helped do in four other of these monsters, though this’ll be the first since I’ve taken over as alderman, only the second in my life time. A very exciting day, all around. Sent the mutant into the woods and ambushed it.”

“And you’re still poisoning him? To keep him weak?”

“No, no. No need, those shackles we had special made for an occasion like this. Dimeritium. The beasts are weak to it, it’ll stay weak just from that ‘til it finally dies.” The alderman was beaming at Jaskier, clearly delighted with his accomplishment.

Jaskier wanted to beat the man bloody. “That’s very impressive, and do you have the town guards keep watch over him? Or hunters?”

The alderman laughed, “Needn’t waste the resources. The dimeritium does the trick and it’s locked in. I keep the key with me so there’s no need to go guarding it.”

Jaskier smiled, “You’re clearly a brilliant man, tell me alderman, did the witcher have any belonging you’ll be selling? I was accosted by some bandits on the road and lost my weapons and my horse. I’d be happy to pay.”

“Ahh, we’ve it’s things in the stable still. A brilliant stallion. We’ve no real need of it in the village but some coin wouldn’t go amiss! All it’s other things are in the stables as well, if there’s anything you want I’m sure we can work out a fair price. Follow me, if you will.”

Jaskier let his gaze fall to the witcher again. The alderman claimed the witcher had at least another week but Jaskier wasn’t convinced, the man looked close to death. Hopefully, he would be able to acquire the horse and he would be able to use the stallion to get the witcher to safety.

Dusk was approaching when Jaskier finally left the stable, his purse lighter, but now in possession of a horse, two witcher’s swords, saddle bags full of various potions and clothes and other witchery things, and an invitation to join the alderman and his wife for supper.

Jaskier hurried to the small inn the alderman had mentioned and quickly purchased a room for the night, hurrying into it, thankful it was on the ground floor.

The only thing keeping the witcher imprisoned were shackles around his wrists and ankles, shackles that simply locked with a key. A key the alderman kept. Although Jaskier was hesitant to sup with the alderman and his wife, particularly considering they apparently have a poison that, not only isn’t detected by witcher’s, but also is enough to subdue them, he figured that it would be his best chance to get the key.

With any luck he would be able to unchain the witcher and get him to his horse and then get him to safety.

Jaskier knew very little of dimeritium but Geralt had mentioned it in the past, mentioned it weakened him, made it impossible to use signs. Jaskier wasn’t sure how long it would take for the witcher to recover from the dimeritium bonds and whatever poison was still in his body, but he hoped it wouldn’t take too long. Jaskier wasn’t sure where they would be able to go that was safe so they would have to stick to the woods for a while at least. Until the witcher was well enough to defend himself. And Jaskier, hopefully.

Letting out a long sigh, Jaskier sat heavily on the bed. He wished he had a quick way he could contact Geralt, some back up would be nice. Although bringing another witcher into such a dangerous place might not be a great idea when Jaskier wasn’t even sure what poison they were using on witchers or how exactly they administered it.

Poison. Right, Jaskier needed to go to the alderman’s house. Surely supper would be ready soon.

Gods willing, he wouldn’t be poisoned too.

-

Attending supper at the alderman’s house wasn’t Jaskier’s favorite experience, what with the concern of an undetectable poison and the looming threat over the witcher outside, but it was helpful to his plans. As the alderman bragged yet again about capturing and subduing the witcher, he gestured to the heavy key ring with one sing key on it, hanging just beside the door leading to their back garden.

The alderman had also made it fairly apparent that the village as a whole didn’t concern itself far too much with security. Being so remote, they got very few travelers, and the villagers themselves would never do anything to risk the ire of their poison-happy alderman. All of these things boded well for Jaskier’s rescue attempt. He should be able to sneak out of the inn, into the alderman’s house to get the key, and back to free the witcher if he was careful.

Returning to his room, Jaskier started packing his bags, mind racing with his plans.

He would need to get the horse ready to leave town before doing anything else, a quick get away would be very important to the pair’s survival. Jaskier wasn’t sure how long the inn keep would be awake cleaning so it would most likely be best to sneak his belongings, and himself, out through the window.

Ideally, any stable boy would be asleep and Jaskier would be able to tack up the horse and strap all their bags and his lute to it with no one the wiser.

And then things would get trickier. He would need to get to the alderman’s house without being noticed, get inside, get the key, and run.

If the alderman or his wife noticed the key was missing too soon, then they might not make it out of the village.

-

Sometime later, Jaskier was lurking in the back garden of the alderman’s house, trying to make sure he and his wife were soundly asleep before he snuck inside to get the key.

After a while of waiting, Jaskier still hadn’t heard any movement from inside or seen any lights so he crept to the garden door and made quick work of the lock, thankful that he hadn’t forgotten how to pick a simple lock. He pushed the door open slowly, looking around in the dark kitchen, satisfied to not see anyone awake, grabbed the key, and pulled the door shut again.

Sticking to the shadows, Jaskier hurried as quickly as he dared to the center of the village where the witcher was chained. Hurrying up to the weakened man, Jaskier grabbed at the shackles on his left wrist, trying to will his normally steady hands to stop shaking. Jaskier made efficient work of the shackles on the man’s wrists, the man collapsing on his hands with a grunt. Jaskier hurried around the witcher to undo the shackles around his ankles before he grabbed the witcher by his shoulder, pulling his off his hands, “C’mon witcher. We need to get out of here before anyone notices you’re free. C’mon, your horse is saddled and ready to go, we just have to make it to the stables.”

“Wh’re you?” The witcher groaned in pain, his head finally lifting, his golden eyes meeting Jaskier’s. Jaskier quickly took in the man’s face, he looked remarkably like Geralt, save for the deep scars marring the right side of the witcher’s face.

“Ahh yes, I’m Jaskier, and I’m trying very hard to keep the both of us from dying, so if you could cooperate, I would appreciate it.”

The witcher slowly raised to his feet, leaning dangerously to one side. Jaskier quickly ducked under the man’s arm to provide support, hurrying the man toward the stable.

Once inside, Jaskier threw a set of clothes to the witcher, letting him dress while Jaskier led the horse from his stall. Jaskier mounted the horse quickly and held his hand down to the witcher. The witcher gave him a skeptical look before mounting the horse behind Jaskier, leaning onto him.

Jaskier urged the horse forward, heading west, “I’ve no clue where to go around here that will be safe so I thought we should stick to the woods for a bit until you’ve recovered some.”

The witcher behind him hummed and Jaskier decided it must be in approval.

The two rode hard, putting the awful village behind them before Jaskier veered off the road, leading the horse into the wood and finally stopping in a small clearing.

“Tell me, witcher, do you hear anything nearby we might need to worry about attacking us?”

The witcher slowly dismounted the horse and closed his eyes, “Nothing close enough to worry about. Fire should keep anything away.”

Jaskier jumped off the horse and walked to the witcher, ushering him to sit, “I’ll get started on a fire now, you rest.”

The witcher watched curiously ask Jaskier puttered around the clearing, starting a fire and setting out bed rolls.

“Eskel.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My name. It’s Eskel.”

Jaskier’s smile was blinding, “It’s lovely to meet you, Eskel.”

-

Sequel is here

[miyaniacs]

Sinfully Sweetheart pt.9

A/N: uhm yeah my attempt to continue this series with our fav twins... well.. its trashy I'm so sorry lol - tell me if you want a pt2 to this one so I can make it up for you lol (also it’s not really edited since I couldn't get myself to reread this) 

other parts can be found in my masterlist 

Warnings : slight NSFW, also reader is ‚slightly‘ drunk (but not drunk drunk they can still think straight)

Atsumu & Osamu 

Well you and the twins know each other since you’re born practically 

Your parents are Highschool friends 

And that’s why you’re here now 

At some get together of your parents Highschool group 

It’s cool and all since you’re friends with some of their daughters, who are almost like sisters for you 

And you haven’t seen them that often the past months - you’re all in your 20’s now, meaning different cities, different universities, different jobs, some are already engaged - the whole : Who are you in your 20’s  span of : not knowing what you’re getting for dinner to Let me pick up my kids real quick, my husband is still at work

Due to exam season you haven’t had a real chance to dress up or go out, since all your nights are spent in front of your laptop, with a glass of wine at 3am, helping you with your existential crisis and your fits are what you already wore at 3am 

SO NOW 

It’s your time to…. Feel human again.  Taking a shower, putting on a hair and face mask, painting your nails, putting on some lipstick and eyeliner, finally being able to wear all the hot fits you brought at 4am right after your existential crisis - yeah the usual 

Currently your moms best friends are gushing over how much you’re grown up etc and telling embarrassing stories of your childhood 

The fun part tho - you’ve grown up soooo much - so you’re now getting handed the good stuff and not some apple juice

You’re on your… 3rd Margarita now 

Your 2 „Sisters“ at their 4rd - they both brought their boyfriends with them who are also forced to drive tonight 

“Why are you still sitting here with us the whole time?“ One of the mums ask, making you all look at her confused 

“I mean, shouldn’t you dance?“ She corrected herself laughing 

“Yeah, isn’t that the song you three always danced to?“ Your mum laughs. 

Talking about embarrassing stories: Yes you danced to “Pony“ by Ginuwine

Atsumu starts laughing, “Yeah please show us, haven’t you just told us how much you missed riding.“ 

Great. Just great. you ignored the twins the whole time until now. 

Why? Well your best friends attends the same college as Atsumu and after all her bragging abilities how lucky you can be to be friends with such good looking twins… you started to look at them differently? They’ve always been the „chaotic twins“ who you know since you can remember.  Yet after she gushed about them for hours and proved her points with pictures on instagram  You had a rather strange dream that night.  And you can’t look at them anymore now  The sinning was WAY TOO BAD

Back to the now 

Taking a big sip you roll your eyes at his comment and sass “Well, judging from what I’ve heard you’re quite a pro at... instructing how to ride properly.“ 

Osamu chocked on his drink 

Their mother takes a big sip of her red wine 

But Atsumu gets up and now towers over you 

Fuck 

Don’t think of that dream now, Don’t - don’t - don’t 

“That’s right.“ He grins, “And as far as I can remember your skills need some serious practice.“ He smirks and now you’re almost choking on your own breath

"Let me help you, yes?“ He extends his hand, but you just look at it while you feel your face getting redder with every second 

"Tsumu, stop it.“ Osamu says and you look at him as if he’s your knight in shining armor- 

Until he opens his mouth again 

"She’s still our small innocent y/n.“ He laughs and looks at you with slightly closed eyes. 

"Oh yeah, yer right, I forgot.“ Atsumu laughs, but quickly stops when you get up and take his hand dragging him away from the table to the open space

Was it the Margaritas giving you the confidence? Probably yes. 

That has to be the reason why you’re currently placing one of your hands around Atsumu’s neck and press your back on his chest 

His hands are placed on your waist, trying to keep it all “our parents are watching“ friendly 

Starting to body roll on him you feel his grip tightening, making sure you’re staying as close as possible 

When you arch your back though-  you hear him coughing “Our parents are still watching.“  

As if the playlist heard his wishes, the song changed to “Bootylicious“. 

You laugh and turn around “Ohhh come on ( your friends names), that’s our song.“ You say remembering that you three had a whole choreography planned for this song 

“Wow and what about me?“ Atsumu teases

“You haven’t given me any instructions so you’re useless.“ You smile brightly and push him away 

Laughing it off he walks back to the table and sits down next to Osamu

The whole situation long forgotten you pull of your choreography, which includes way more hip shakes and “I dropped my phone“ or “where’s my phone“ moves than you remembered 

Your parents are all outside at this point enjoying the warm summer night

What you’re not noticing though is the fact that Atsumu’s and Osamu’s eyes are fixed on your every move 

Slowly they start to realise that you’re not… so innocent anymore 

So it doesn’t hurt to play with you a bit right? 

That said they join you on the dace floor, together with the others boyfriends

Right now some Sean Paul song’s on

Osamu is right in fort of you meaning he’s you’re new dance partner now - If he wants it or not

But believe me he wants it 

Your hands on his chest, running slightly down his torso as you go down to the beat, still looking up at him through your lashes 

Getting back up you’re wrapping your arms around Osamu’s neck

Immediately his hands find their way to your lower back, pulling you against him 

"Well.. what happened to our innocent babygirl?“ He whispers in your ear 

You can feel his breath on your neck  His chest pressing against you with every breath he takes  His strong grip holing you in place  This whole scenario reminds you way too much of your dream 

"Ohh, suddenly shy again?“ He teases while guiding your body to move to the beat 

"Uhm.. no I - uhm..“ You stutter 

"Yes?“ He asks, but before you can answer, you’re pulled away from Osamu and pressed against a slightly more toned chest.

"Samu, you never knew how to share.“ Atsumu grumbles and rests his hands on your hip

"Relax Y/N. We’re just dancing.“ He chuckles 

Was it the alcohol? Or the lack of sleep? Or all the pictures your best friend showed you?  You have no idea  But things escalated quickly and you’re now dancing… unholy with both of the twins

You’re arms around Atsumu’s neck, his thigh between your legs, while Osamu’s hands are on your hips moving them against his 

Thank god your parents left the room and your friends are too occupied with their boyfriends to notice 

"How about we leave?“ Atsumu suddenly whispers dangerously low in your ear, "I still have to teach you how to ride, don’t I?“ He smirks down at you 

"Don’t listen to him.“ Osamu says, “I’m a way better teacher.“ He says and his lips press against he sensitive skin behind your ear. 

"Uhm.. I - no - we shouldn’t do this…“ you try to convince them, well more yourself if you’re honest 

"If you truly don’t want this.“ Atsumu says and moves a few inches away from you, Osamu doing the same 

"I - wait no!“ You exclaim, without even thinking about it 

"What’s the magic word?“ Osamu says while walking around you stopping next to his brother 

"P- Please..?“ You stutter, not truly sure if you’re actually dreaming all of this again 

"Goodgirl.“ Atsumu smirks and pats your head. 

"I’ll go and tell our parents that we’re driving you home.“ Osamu says and is about to leave when you hold onto his arm

"Wait!! Non of us can drive though!“ You remember 

"… Atsumu and I both got a drivers license?“ He asks confused

"Yeah yeah I do too, but we can’t drive! We all drank too much.“ You mumble 

To your surprise both of them laugh 

"What?“ You look between the two of them 

"Baby,…, non of us drank any alcohol.“ Atsumu says and Osamu continues his way outside, telling your parents that you’re too tired from the past week and they’ll make sure to get you home safely

"You… you didn’t?“ You ask shocked. 

"No baby, after seeing you dace, we’re sure that you’ll be needing all of our attention later on.“ He smiles and leans down, "And you’ll get all of our attention.“ He whispers the last part and emphasises the all

You gulp and look at him with big eyes

What exactly have you gotten yourself into? 

let me just tag you @kenmasgameboy​ so you know what trash I was talking about alsooo @saucysamu​ @shoyosun​ since Osamu is included 

[bluedancingkittykat]

fate and free will in tolkien

i'm copy and pasting my twitter thread (for the third time) because i wanna talk to other nerds about this lol

enjoy this hastily researched thread

im reading the NoME and I gotta say, manwe really is a "sins of the father is the sins of the children" huh

I agree with the first set of scholars, the valar fucked up with the ban also i dont think manwe should have any say in what elven soul gets released, he needs to stay in his lane

also also, i feel like the second set of scholars who say that the valar didn't err are boot lickers, "[the revolt of the noldor] was only in part the griefs and anxiety of Manwe"  lmao yeah right "this hurts me more than it hurts you uwu"

also also also, can i just say, what the hell. all the exiled noldor descendants and possibly other races elves have to cram onto one (1) island when their only option is to fade in ME or sail at the end of the TA. what kind of fuckin..what kind of fuckin choice is that

does tolkien talk about free will and elves or is it just edain who have it. or does anyone have it in-verse? like i know that elves are bound to the song and men arent, so there's like this whole implication of "your place in the song is fixed" but is it????

before i got digging for what tolkien had says, i don't think so. i think the valar have a general idea of the song and how it's supposed to go, but not all of the song was revealed to them as per the will of eru. so like. they don't fuckin know everything lol

ok so the general consensus is, after reading the available notes from tolkien and using my college skillz to skim some essays

is that there IS free will! But there's also Fate. I'm going to ctrl c ctrl v some passages from Fate and Free will by JRRT edited by carl f hostetter to explain

"The author is not in the tale in one sense, yet it all proceeds from him (and what was in him), so that he is present all the time.* Now while composing the tale he may have certain general designs (the plot for instance), and he may have a clear conception of the character

(independent of the particular tale) of each feigned actor. But those are the limits of his ‘foreknowledge.’ Many authors have recorded the feeling that one of their actors ‘comes alive’ as it were, and does things that were not foreseen at all at the outset and may modify in

a small or even large way the process of the tale thereafter. All such unforeseen actions or events are, however, taken up to become integral parts of the tale when finally concluded.

Now when that has been done, then the author’s ‘foreknowledge’ is complete, and nothing can happen, be said, or done, that he does not know of and will/or allow to be. Even so, some of the Eldarin philosophers ventured to say, it was with Eru."

"*If one ‘character’ in the tale is the author then he becomes as it were only a lesser and partial picture of the author in imagined circumstances."

this next bit according to hostetter is an add on to the last bit and are marked as uncertain, which is why there's a lot of []

"[? ?] Music of Ainur ancient legend from Valinorean days. Firs[t] stage the music or ‘concert’ of voices and instruments—Eru takes up alterations by [?the] created wills (‘good’ or bad) and adds of His own.

Second stage the theme now [?transformed is provided with] a Tale and presented as visible drama to the Ainur [?bounded but great.] Eru had not [?complete] foreknowledge, but [?after it His] foreknowledge was [?complete] to the smallest detail—but [?He] did not reveal it all.

He veiled the latter part from the eyes of the Valar who were to be actors." -Fate and Free Will JRRT, edited by Carl Hostetter, Tolkien Studies v VI, p 186-87

idk if any of that made sense lol in the same notes (pg 183-188) jrrt says that "[elves] would say that bilbo was 'fated' to find the Ring, but not necessarily to surrender it." and that "Frodo was fated to go on his mission, but not necessarily 'fated' to destroy the Ring"

so TLDR: eru is an author who has the idea for a story, but it's the gromit frantically laying down tracks gif. xe has an idea of where xe wants the story to go, characters made, maybe some quote xe really really wants to write, but that's it.

idk how i even got here.

[re-reads thread] ah yes, Choice. i think it says that the Ban was lifted after the fall of numenor in NoME, but idk bro. Anyway, i think the "wiser ones among them" who said that the valar didn't err are wrong, because they have free will as well (i.e., morgoth

and eru is just gromit, writing as the story goes, and seldom intervenes with the story. if that makes sense lol

maybe i’ll write a comprehensive post soon. who knows lol. 

anyways give me your thoughts? what do yall think

eru, at any given point in the Song, desperately getting it to where xe wants it to end up

[pluto-fics]

Promise (M)

One Shot | GrungeGuitarist!Jimin x Reader 

(established relationship)

Genres: fluff, romance, smut

Rating: 18+ (M) for explicit sexual content

Word Count:  9,062 words

Warnings: tooth rotting sweet fluff, profanities, mild dirty talk, smut, light nipple play, dry humping, fingering:fem receiving, unprotected sex (stay safe), slight creampie, softdom!Jimin

A/N: This is a re-upload after I have taken down the original for editing purposes and strongly inspired by the 200414 MiniMoni VLive, because Jimin looked great and I’m weak for that man. You may need to see a dentist after reading this because this is pure teeth rotting fluff, my friends. Jimin is a true softie for (Y/N) here lol.

You still remember the first kiss you shared with him. That one night, when you met on the playground in your neighborhood, sitting beside eachother on the swings as Jimin told you about his big dream for the first time. He wants to succeed with his band. He dreams of a future as a well-known guitarist. And back then you had told him that you did not think of it as a silly wish. You believed in him back then when your teenage self agreed to stay by his side, and you still do to this day. This was also the moment in which he knew – he was madly in love with you.

Looking back on your last years of dating Jimin, you could not deny what a cliche rebel couple you were. Instead of asking you to prom, your boyfriend skipped the whole event with you and his bandmates to break into the football field of your school that night. But you did not regret it one bit. The memory of your friends chasing eachother on the field and lying in the grass to look up at the starry night sky was as vivid and precious to you as no other. That same night you saw the first shooting star of your life while holding Jimin’s hand and begging him to tell you what he had wished for. Yet, he never told you, to this day. Instead, he said “Let’s stay like this forever” and gave your hand a meaningful squeeze with the reflection of the stars above shining in his eyes. 

His words from this night turned into a promise you both made and kept.

You were there for each one of his band’s gigs in small bars and scene clubs. You were there for many of their band practices, too. And now you are there to witness their first big breakthrough as the opening act to an increasingly popular indie band.

Holding Taehyung’s bass guitar, you watch his attempt to fix his hair. He must have applied half a can of hairspray by now and you doubt that even a single strand would budge during the show. However, Taehyung wants to be safe. “This is our big deal! The most important performance we have ever had yet!” He wants to give it his all, just like the other members. 

You turn and look at Yoongi, who is sitting on the couch in the corner of the small dressing room while tapping his drumsticks onto his thighs in concentration. Having known him for as long as the other boys, you quickly realized that he is wearing his “lucky charm” – his signature worn out leather jacket. He wore it to their very first gig, wore it daily during finals week and he also wore it that fateful night you all skipped prom together. The memories place a nostalgic smile on your lips.

Meanwhile, Jeongguk keeps pacing around the room while mumbling the lyrics to their latest song. He may be the youngest of them all, but he is a real multi-talent. It's almost like magic, the way he is so damn good at everything if he just wants to succeed at it. Eyeing his guitar on its stand next to Jimin’s, you can't help but wonder where your boyfriend, the main guitarist of this band, has gone to. He had left the room about 20 minutes ago, saying he was going to the toilet real quick, but he has not returned since. “Thank you,” Taehyung smiles as he takes his bass from you. “Is Jimin still gone?” He then asks. Nodding, you already make your way to the door. “Yes, but I’ll go check up on him.

Striding through the cramped halls backstage, you make your way to the men’s toilets. And just when you raise your hand to knock on the door, it opens to reveal the man you have been looking for. 

“(Y/N)?” He was clearly startled. You sigh in relief. “It’s been over twenty minutes, just what in the world were you doing in there?” you ask, sensing that something was wrong. Seeing the deep red tint on his bottom lip, you can already guess what he was doing. Biting his lip when he got nervous was one of his habits. And judging by how red it was, he must have been gnawing on it like crazy. Since he does not respond, very aware of how easily you could read him and his body language, you decide to ask straight away. “How bad is it?”

You almost see the heavy weight on his shoulders as he says “Very bad… Baby, I can’t mess this up. Not this time. It would ruin everything we’ve worked so hard for.” A compassionate smile finds its way to your lips. “You’re always worrying so much. Jimin, you’ll do great. I am one-hundred percent sure of that, alright?” Noticing the doubtful glimmer in his eyes, you continue “You’ve worked so hard for this very moment. Don’t dread it, enjoy it. When you guys go up on that stage, I want you to relish that moment. Because this is going to be the first time of many more to come.”

His lips slowly curve upwards as he nods slowly, “Alright.” You smile and pull him into a hug, feeling the fast rhythm of his heartbeat as he too holds you close. “No matter what’s going to happen, I am and will always be your biggest fan” you say. Chuckling, he moves a hand to gently cup your cheek and look at your face. “I know. Thank you for being here, (Y/N).” A second passes in which you smile at eachother, before he leans in to kiss you. 

“Ugh, are you serious? We’ve only got ten minutes to go through the setlist before we go on stage, so move your ass back into the dressing room before it’s too late!” 

The two of you immediately part at the sound of Yoongi’s aggravated voice behind you. You know that he did not mean to be rude, yet the sharp sound to his words really shocked you for a second. Seems like Jimin was not the only one who was nervous to the bone. You see Jimin sending you an apologetic smile before rushing after his hyung. Shaking your head, you make your way to the stage already, not planning to interfere in this special moment your boyfriend and friends would share right before the show now. You could still wish each one of them good luck when they go up there, after all.

From your spot next to the stage you had a perfect view not just on the boys, but on the audience as well. And you could not feel any prouder of your friends. They had introduced themselves a little awkwardly, but as soon as the chorus to their first song started the audience was going completely crazy. They loved it. And you could tell how much joy the boys felt in that moment. 

As the songs got heavier, the movements of the crowd did the same. They even formed a small moshpit at some point and tried to shout along to repetitive phrases of the last song’s chorus.

It was clear that Jeongguk did not lie when he told the audience how much he loved them for being so welcoming and wild. And so did the rest of the boys, bright smiles painted on their sweat covered faces. 

You almost could not believe your eyes as you watched them on stage. They looked like absolute rockstars already, the sweet boys you have known for such a long time suddenly looking so grown up. Finally, your eyes lock on your boyfriend, cooly jumping onto a platform at the front of the stage to play his solo. As he throws his head back while playing the longest note of his solo, you can see the sweat running down his neck and strands of his once well-styled hair sticking to his skin. In this moment, he looks like the very definition of ‘sinful’, reviving memories of the last time you had seen him like this － in a wholly different context. But these thoughts have to wait. 

When they finally play the last tunes of their performance, the crowd cheers loudly – the sound of hundreds of people cheering for your friends and filling your heart with immense joy and pride. You too are cheering as they come down the stairs, sweat dripping from their brightly smiling faces. “That was incredible!” Taehyung exclaims with a voice of true ecstasy. Jeongguk nods, patting his friend’s shoulder as the two of them give you a high-five while passing you to get back to the dressing room. You greet Yoongi with a big grin and loud “You did amazing!”, happy to see him beaming one of his rarest gummy smiles back at you as he slings one arm around you in a rushed hug while thanking you before he follows the others. 

The main act is already approaching to go on stage as you almost tackle Jimin the second he gets off of the stairs. “You were unbelievable! I told you you’d do well!” you cheer as he laughs wholeheartedly at your enthusiasm. “I feel like I’m in heaven, did I die on stage?” he asks as he hugs you tight, his entire body still trembling due to the rush of adrenaline. 

You laugh and kiss his cheek, then his nose, honestly just aiming at random spots on his face as you do so. “I’m so proud of you, Jimin” you say as he’s grinning widely. 

After a few minutes of basically shouting praises and cheers at one another and then making fun of Jeongguk for suddenly crying tears of happiness, the boys watched the concert from beside the stage with you. They even were asked back onto the stage for a few songs during the encore, which the audience clearly enjoyed just as much as the performance prior to that. On your way to the hotel you guys would stay at for the night, you checked the boys’ band profiles online and could not have been any prouder when you saw the follower counts continuously rising on each one of them. 

The other band had invited your friends to an after party at the hotel’s bar and after an hour or so you decided to let them have this moment to themselves. Especially since you were already getting tired anyway. So you went to Jimin’s and your room instead. Honestly, you could not believe it yourself either. The four men you have been supporting for more than five years, basically since the day they decided to practice and start a band together, finally are so close to their goal. 

You take a quick shower and wrap yourself in the hotel’s bathrobe before drying your hair and starting your basic skincare ritual in front of the mirror above the sink. As usual, you get lost in your thoughts while massaging the cleanser into your skin and rinsing it off, thinking about how much has changed within the past couple of years. You first met Jimin in high school, both of you being friends with your classmate Jeongguk and naturally meeting eachother at his parties or during lunch breaks. That was how you made friends with Taehyung and Yoongi, too. Even though you did not share any classes with even one of them, you became friendly with them very quickly. 

This friendship held for many years. You graduated, went to college, shared many memories together – and here you are today.

While you were so lost in your thoughts and washing your face, you did not hear the door to your hotel room as someone entered. So when you come out of the bathroom, you nearly have a heart attack as you see someone rummaging through your boyfriend’s suitcase. Until you realize that it is Jimin himself. “Hey” you greet him casually, a little confused by why he is here and not with the others. Turning around, he beams a smile at you, greeting you back. “Did your after party end already?” you ask and take a seat on the edge of the bed as you watch him collect his sleepwear. “Not really” he says, “I just didn’t feel like staying much longer.”

You are about to ask if something had happened. But then Jimin already stands in front of you with a grin and kisses the top of your head, one of his hands dropping to your exposed thigh. His thumb is slowly rubbing circles into your skin as he looks you in the eyes. “And I thought we could celebrate in a different way tonight…”

There it is. That signature smirk on his lips as he awaits your reaction, just like the smirk he would send your way every now and then when he was on stage earlier. He knows that you like the attitude he holds on stage, that you watched him and his every move closely.

And quite frankly, this is not the first time you are feeling this way. After the boys’ very first gig you nearly jumped Jimin the second he came off stage. You would be embarrassed, but who could blame you? Whenever your sweet boyfriend steps on stage, it is as if he takes on a different persona. His cute eye smiles and giggles get replaced by a sinful smirk and bedroom eyes. Even the way he walks or pushes his hair back looks so different on stage in comparison to the man you know off stage. 

You mirror his smirk as you nod and cup his face to pull him in. “Sounds great” you say before kissing Jimin and feeling the upcurve of his lips against your own. His hand on your thigh glides down to the back of your knee as his other hand softly pushes you down by your shoulder. He leans down to capture you against the mattress with your leg on his hip as the kiss grows heated. 

Wearing only the flimsy bathrobe, you moan into the kiss when you feel his crotch moving into your own, the rough material of his ripped jeans eliciting a raw sensation against your exposed skin. Detaching his lips from yours, he moves on to your jaw and neck, following an imaginary trail as he leaves wet kisses on his way down. Your hands wind through his messy hair as the back of your raised thigh is being kneaded by his hand. 

“Seems like you planned for this to happen tonight” he accuses you with a smirk before untying your robe, wanting to see your body that’s hidden underneath. “Tell me, did you enjoy today’s show?” You nod and help him with the knot in your belt. “Use your words, baby” he then says, stopping your hands by engulfing them with his as he looks at your face expectantly. “Yes. I enjoyed it a lot” you say, not trusting your voice with the way his dark eyes lock with yours. 

He nods once, satisfied with your answer and places a kiss on your collarbone as he lets go of your hands and opens the robe. “Did you like my solo performance, too?” he asks, kissing down to the valley of your breasts and sinking his hips to yours again, pressing the prominent bulge in his jeans against your pulsing core. You sigh in pleasure as you whimper. “Yes. Very much.” Now kissing around your left nipple, he moves a hand to your other breast, stimulating your right bud by softly rubbing and twisting it between his fingers. Holding onto his shoulders and arching your back with a mewl, you press your chest to his lips and he sucks on your bud before licking around it. “What part of my performance did you like best, baby?” he asks, his voice nearly a whisper before he continues to work his magic on your sensitive chest. Moaning at the stimulation, you grind your hips against his and say “I liked it all… But your h-hip thrust during “Lie” nearly had me drooling.”

He chuckles and glances up at your face. “You mean this one?” He asks and pushes his clothed crotch into yours by re-enacting the skillful bodyroll he had shown on stage. You moan and nod, wishing for him to finally take off some of his clothes too. “Yes!”

Caressing your sides, he kisses down your stomach before sitting up and looking at your exposed body while licking his lips. "Just how much did you enjoy the show? Did you get wet?” His face does not look as playful as it did mere seconds ago. Instead, his gaze looked almost serious, yet filled with lust. Feeling your cheeks burn, you guess you must be bright red in the face as you avert your eyes and nod bashfully. “I couldn’t help it…” you admit quietly. 

When you hear a rustling noise above you, you see Jimin pulling his shirt over his head, the delicate silver necklace with the letters of your name dangling from it getting caught in the fabric for a second, dropping the shirt somewhere near the bed before he leans down once again. His face now just a hair’s width away from yours, he doesn’t give you the chance to fully admire his toned body when he smirks. “If that turned you on already… Then how wet are you right now?” he asks, sounding as if he expects you to answer when his hand slides down your stomach, over your pelvis to where you wanted it most. You whimper at the soft touch of his fingers, your core feeling so sensitive after the rough thrusts of his jeans clad crotch. 

“So wet. Just for you” you moan, remembering how much he likes to be reminded that he is the only one who ever makes you feel this way. Jimin likes to be in control during sex. He loves it when you're obedient, like you are his and his alone. Humming at your response, he slowly moves his fingers up and down your slit before drawing small but firm circles around your clit. Gasping for air at the sudden pleasure, you hold onto his arm. Nearly fearing that he might move it somewhere else if you don’t hold it in place. He knows your body like the back of his hand, as you do his. Both of you know every sensitive spot, every little mole and every trick on the other's body, understanding how to make the other feel good. “You’re such a good girl for me, huh? Only having eyes for me, getting this wet only for me…” His voice is deep and his fingers relentless as he stimulates your clit until your thighs begin to tremble. “Do you want me to make you cum like this, baby?” He asks you and inserts a finger into your dripping hole, his lips now next to your ear as he places a kiss on your temple. You moan louder, shaking your head. “No… I want more. Jimin, please!” 

He smirks and adds another finger, scissoring and curling them inside of you.  “More? How much more do you want?” He asks “More, like this?” and pumps them knuckles deep into your pulsing core before he adds a third finger, stretching you nicely and rubbing your walls to find the spot that has you seeing stars. 

The moan of his name that leaves your lips sounds like a beautiful melody to Jimin’s ears as he kisses your cheek. “Please, Jimin! I need you. Need you so bad” you beg, desperately wishing for him to just fill you up with his cock instead.

His fingers push into your most sensitive spot, rubbing it with every following thrust of his fingers as it has you arching your back off the mattress and mewling in delight and frustration all at once. “Please, Jimin!” you repeat, clumsily trying to unbuckle his belt. Chuckling, he pecks your lips and whispers an “Ok” before pulling his fingers from you and locking eyes with you as he moves them to his mouth, sucking them clean one after the other with a low hum. Your breathing picks up as you watch him and you pull him closer by his shoulders. The feeling of his lips on yours is what occupies your mind completely as you share a messy but passionate kiss. Opening his belt and jeans before pushing all of it down his thighs, along with his boxer briefs, Jimin doesn't let off of your lips until the very last second. 

You smile at your lovely boyfriend before following the trail of fading marks and bruises you had left on his neck two days ago down, only to swallow at the sight of his fully erect dick, the tip an angry red as it’s leaking pre-cum and the shaft a width that stretches you so deliciously every time. “Fuck” you groan as you drop your head back, craving the feeling of him inside you so bad, it’s ridiculous.

“Spread your legs for me, baby. I want to see you” you then hear Jimin say, as his hands already hold onto the back of your thighs to push them apart. You bite your lip in anticipation and open your legs wide, watching the way he takes in the sight. “Look at the mess you’ve made… And we’ve barely even gotten started …” he groans, watching you gush and clench around nothing in anticipation of what’s to come. He holds onto his shaft and moves it up and down your folds. A movement that has both of you sighing in pleasure. When he aligns his dick with your wet hole, he moves to hover above your face again and your arms wrap around his neck as he pushes into you slowly. Inch by inch, he stretches you further, the drawn-out moan leaving your throat and your clawing hands in his black hair a clear evidence of the blissful feeling it elicits. 

“Fuck, you’re always so tight for me, baby. Feels so good” Jimin growls through his teeth, eyes closed as his forehead rests on yours. He is holding back the urge to fuck into you right from the start, you can tell. He bottoms out, dropping his head into the crook of your neck and waiting a second or two for you to get used to his size. When you move your legs to wrap around his hips, he gets the sign and slides out until only the tip is left inside before thrusting all the way back in. You moan in unison as he keeps up a steady rhythm, repeating this motion over and over again. 

When his pace reaches a high, his hands move to your thighs, pushing them further up towards your chest to reach deeper into you. You release a broken moan of his name at that, feeling his dick deep inside you as he fills you with each of his thrusts. Sinfully wet sounds of skin hitting skin and your shared moans fill the room. “Shit, I’m getting close” he pants out inbetween lustful grunts and groans.

You nod, implying that you too are nearing the end, unable to use your words as the only sounds leaving your throat right now are euphoric moans and whimpers. Keeping up his fast rhythm, he moves a hand down inbetween you both to rub his thumb around your swollen clit in quick movements. “That’s it, cum for me (Y/N).” You almost shout out when you feel the coil in your lower belly snap as you come undone, your body shaking and your eyes rolling back to the point where all you see is white. 

Riding out your orgasm, you feel Jimin holding on your waist tightly and increasing the pace of his now erratic thrusts until he cums with a broken moan, buried deep inside of you as he fills you with several spurts of white. Resting his head on your chest, he pants in synch with you as you both try to recover from your climax. Your hand glides through his hair on the back of his head mindlessly, caressing and massaging his skull until he moves to pull out and fall down beside you on the bed. 

“Was this the kind of celebration you’ve been thinking of?” you ask, turning onto your side to cuddle into his bare chest. His arms instinctively wrap around you, holding you close and caressing your back. “No, this was better” he says with a cocky smile and kisses your forehead. “And so much better than any after party, too.”

You close your eyes as you listen to his heartbeat slowly going back to it’s normal pace. “I’m really proud of you, Jimin” you then mumble into his skin. He chuckles. “Did I fuck you that good?” Frowning and pinching his arm, you say “No!”, resulting in a genuine laugh from him. “I mean because you’re so close to fulfilling your biggest dream. You’ve come so far, baby.”

His amused smile becomes gentle as he nods and moves his hand to stroke your head, his hand smoothing down the nest that has formed on your head. “Do you remember the night on the football field?” he suddenly asks, his voice almost a whisper. Opening your eyes before you nod, you smile softly. “Of course…” Playing with a strand of your hair, he goes on. “That night, we saw a shooting star. And I wouldn’t tell you what I wished for.”

You grumble. “Yeah, I’m still curious.” Chuckling once again, Jimin says “Back then… I didn’t wish for our band to succeed. I didn’t wish for a chance as a musician. I didn’t wish for anything that I’d usually wish for.” Listening, you move your head to face Jimin. “All I asked for was for you to stay with me. All the way.”

Feeling the beating of your heart increasing in pace and your eyes starting to water, you were left speechless. “But then… We made that promise. I kept my wish from you, thinking it wouldn’t become true if I told you. That’s so ridiculous, isn’t it?” he says, smiling in shame when he realizes how superstitious this was. You shake your head, giggling quietly. “It is ridiculous, because you definitely wasted a chance for a wish there.” you say, looking him dead in the eye as he mocks offense. “I promised to stay with you forever. And I’m not one to break promises, ever.” Extending your pinky finger, you hold it up to your heads.

“Alright, same for me” Jimin smiles, now an amused curve to his lips rather than the bashful smile from before, and links his pinky with yours before refreshing the seal of your old promise with a kiss to your lips. 

"You know... This is the cheesiest thing you have ever said after sex." you suddenly deadpan, grinning at your embarrassed boyfriend's blushing cheeks as you both break out into quiet giggles a second later.

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salvatore | iii

series summary | Bucky Barnes doesn’t believe in love anymore. Especially after the tragic, unknown death of his wife, Natasha. He thinks it’s stupid and a waste of time and- oh my. Hello there, you. There you were, with your notebooks and your novels, writing your heart away. He’s hellbent on saving you from this nasty world, his elusive neighbor that has him under the stupid spell of love. You soon find yourself trapped in a tragic love story with Bluebeard, not Prince Charming.

chapter warnings | graphic depictions of murder, guns, blood, kidnapping, crying, manipulation?, bucky being a creep once again, sad!reader, alcohol, feelings, dark themes, dark!bucky, 18+ THIS IS A DARK FIC, IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, DON’T READ IT!

pairings | dark!bucky barnes x reader, bucky barnes x reader, mentions of bucky barnes x natasha romanoff

a/n | the long awaited part three! enjoy and leave me some feedback! also thank you so much @threeminutesoflife for beta-reading and editing this chapter for me, ilysm!

7:48. Bucky traced the gun in his hand with his metal arm, admiring it in such a way that he almost forgot what he was doing. He was crammed in the front seat of a lousy car he stole, but that wasn’t the problem. It was the man who left the tall building at last, wearing a smug smirk that Bucky desperately wanted to knock off. Bucky shoved the gun into the waistband of his jeans and stepped out of his car. He kneeled behind an expensive car next to his, the one your boss loved more than his own wife. Just when the man reached for the door handle, Bucky pulled out the handkerchief that was soaked in a chemical far more strong than chloroform. The diamond encrusted CEO struggled in Bucky’s strong grip, but didn’t inhale. Bucky huffed as he grew annoyed with the businessman, gutting him in the stomach. He wheezed and inhaled deeply, falling unconscious in just a few minutes.

8:03. Bucky dragged his body into his stolen car and slammed the door shut before driving off. He drove further into the city, all the way to little old Brooklyn. As he drove down the streets, old forgotten memories were brought back up. He quickly pushed them back down, trying to focus on his mission. He felt almost like the Soldat, just with freedom. He wasn’t on HYDRA’s leash, he was free after years of torture. Bucky hung a right and parked by the old abandoned warehouse. He stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut, adrenaline coursing through his veins. It wasn’t the good kind. He dragged your boss’s body into the old warehouse, trying to hurry the process up. He shut the metal shutters and cringed at the loud bang from them before dragging the body into the warehouse’s basement. He sighed and pulled out the gun, pulling the trigger. One. Two. Three. Three bullets pierced through the man's body and Bucky didn’t feel a remorse of guilt. He rushed out of the basement but left the door open, leaving the warehouse. By tomorrow night your boss’s wife and colleagues would find the body.

9:14. It seemed to Bucky that the day was in a hurry to end, but he couldn’t let that happen. The smell of gunpowder filled the car and he realized that he had to ditch it before it was too late. He ditched it on the side of the road for someone else to find, leaving the keys in the ignition. He jogged back to his home in an effort to reach there before ten. He couldn’t wait to see you, maybe you’ll wear that pretty pink dress in your closet, or that black skirt in your drawer. He smiled once he saw his house become closer and closer, before looking up to the window. He could see your faint silhouette dancing to a song he didn’t care about. He smiled at how carefree you seemed, wanting to stay there and watch you dance all night. But he couldn’t. He opened the door to his house and shut it behind him, before heading up to the shower. He undressed himself and dumped his clothes in his laundry basket. He turned the water on so that it was scorching hot, but not too hot. He stepped in and revelled in the refreshing feeling, wanting to take all the time in the world just so that he could relax. But even he himself couldn’t resist going out with you. He felt as if the water cleared every sin of his away, almost as if he was a new man. Was this love? Was this what true love does to you? Natasha never made him feel this way, this had to be true love.

-

It’s half past nine and you’re lost. The blinds to your window are slightly opened, allowing slivers of moonlight to shine through and they make your tear-filled eyes glisten. You blinked them away, even though you dared them to fall. You don’t know what to feel. You were happy, but at the same time you were the melancholic mess you’d sworn you would never become. Old feelings for Bucky have resurfaced and a question circled your mind for the whole night. Was it always just a puppy crush or love? There’s no way it was love, right? You groaned as you asked yourself the same stupid question, trying not to let it ruin your night. You pressed shuffle on your playlist and swayed your hips to Lana Del Rey’s elusive voice. You stopped in front of your closet and tried to find something suitable. You grabbed a skirt and tank top, before you began to sing along to the lyrics. You pulled the articles of clothing on, not realizing how revealing they were.

Your face frowned with disappointment as you realized that your bra straps did not suit the outfit. You sighed and slivered your hand to your back, undoing your bra clasp. Your tits fell with a bounce and you let out a lewd sigh at the feeling of your hardening peaks against the soft material. You stood in front of the mirror and smiled at your reflection. A chain of curse words fell from your mouth as you realized it was almost ten o’clock. You scrambled for your phone and completely rushed down the stairs. You struggled to pull on your shoes that seemed as if they didn’t want to be worn. “Come- on!” You grunted with frustration before your foot finally slipped in. The other side fitted with ease and before you knew it, Bucky was standing on the other side of the door.

You let out a small gasp, before standing up straight. He tied his long locks into a bun but the simplicity of his outfit contrasted the exuberance. You were dumbfounded, just watching him. His eyes raked up and down your frame, taking you in. “Ready?” He asked, smirking playfully. You nodded meekly, following him. You tried to catch up to him, but his long strides didn’t give you a chance. “Wait up! You walk too fast!” You squeaked, making him chuckle. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, colliding with your small figure. The super soldier didn’t feel a thing, but he let out a grunt for no reason. You winced at the collision, looking up at him with eyes that asked a simple question. “Are you okay?” you both blurted out, before chuckling. You looked into his steele blue eyes and wondered how anyone could consider him a monster.

Bucky stared into your eyes, an underwhelming feeling surging inside of him. He had to hold back the urge to kiss your lips, to hide you away from this cruel world that hurt you. But he couldn’t. Instead, he intertwined his flesh fingers between yours, his rough skin contrasting the soft feeling of yours. He felt his hand become clammy, but you didn’t. He tugged you gently down the small sidewalk that led you to his home. You frowned as you noticed his front lawn. It resembled a graveyard, filled with withered flowers that were begging to be dug up. You stood on the front porch and looked around, trying to make out your surroundings in the dark. “Ladies first!” He cajoled as he opened the door. You smiled and stepped into his house. It was something out of the forties. “At least the walls aren’t flower covered” you mumbled under your breath, hoping he didn’t hear a word.

His eyes burned holes into you as your words replayed in his head. But when you turned and smiled at him, all his anger flew out the window. “You have a nice house, Bucky” you complimented, taking off your shoes that gave you trouble before. You bent down and tried to take off your shoes as smoothly as you could, not wanting to embarrass yourself. Now, that would haunt you for the rest of your life. Bucky unashamedly stared at your skirt-clad ass, imagining what it would be like to bend you over and fuck you to his will. He had to take things slow, unlike what happened with Natasha. He turned around and opened the freezer that was filled with all your favourite frozen foods and treats. “Slowly but surely, James” he recited in his mind, grabbing a tub of your favourite ice cream. He set in down on the marble countertop and placed two spoons next to it.

You placed your shoes next to the door and turned around just to see your favourite ice cream on his counter. You pinched yourself and winced at the sting. It was too good to be true, right? Were you so used to being treated horribly that you couldn’t believe that someone was doing something nice for you? You smiled brightly and grabbed one of the spoons. Your smile slowly began to fall when a question floated around in your mind. How did he know? Bucky turned around and pretended to smirk at your shocked expression. “What? It’s too late for some of the best ice cream ever?” He teased, setting a flask of mead next to the container. You cursed at yourself for worrying at something so trivial, not even noticing the flask. You noticed the spoons were similar to the ones you couldn’t find earlier that day, but then again, you had purchased them at the local Target that was about five minutes away from your neighborhood.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his staircase, bringing you upstairs. Your eyes scanned the walls but they seemed to go by in a blur. He brought you into the farthest room at the end of the hallway, and you looked around. The room was dark, yet it was so lively. A record player sat on a table and he had a bookcase that was stacked with all your favourites. You gasped at some of the more provocative titles, ones that you wouldn’t dare to think Bucky would’ve even glanced at. Bucky watched you carefully, noting the small gasps that left your mouth and the way your eyebrows were slightly knitted together. “Have you ever read it?” He asked, noticing the way you marvelled at the specific title. You meekly nodded, remembering all the times you had to take a cold shower because of it. Bucky felt his pants slightly tighten at the thought of you touching yourself to a book. You turned your back to the bookcase and took the tub of ice cream from his hands, opening the cold cover. Your mouth salivated at the sight of the treat, and you immediately dug your spoon into it. You held back a small moan when you ate the ice cream, your worries almost disappearing. Bucky’s spoon soon joined yours, but he didn’t really care for the tub of ice cream.

He set the spoon down and cleared his voice before speaking. “So, why did you want to hangout?” He asked, hoping you’d open up to him. As Natasha used to say, “if we don't have trust, we have nothing.” You nearly choked on your ice cream, making Bucky let out a chuckle that had you weak in the knees. “Well, I just had a bad day, you know?” You spoke, sighing heavily. You set your spoon down next to Bucky’s, realizing your situation. You were jobless and your own mother didn’t even want you to visit her and your father. You felt a lump in your throat form, tears stinging your eyes once again. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. Bucky fought the urge to sigh as he realized that you weren’t ready to open up to him. He put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, the gentleness causing you to look up at him. You both locked eyes for the billionth time that night, but this time yours were filled with tears. “Hey, maybe this’ll help. Talking about your problems helps a lot, you can confide in me, doll. Trust me, I’m a safe” Bucky coaxed, making you relax your muscles. You didn’t even know you were tensed up.

Bucky dug around in his pocket and pulled out the small flask of Mead. You furrowed your brows with confusion and he smiled down at you. “Thor brought it from Asgard, y’know, Thor? It’s their alcohol, it’s way stronger than anything anyone on Earth has made. It can actually get me drunk” he explained, twisting the cover open. He pretended to take a small swig from it, knowing that he’d have to stay sober for the night. You watched him fake a wince, his face frowning at the “taste”. You reached out for the flask and he handed it to you, gazing at you as you took three gulps of it. The flask felt lighter than before and so did you. Your throat burned from the amber liquid, making you cough. Bucky patted your back and sat you down on the bed, chuckling as you stumbled slightly. So cute, Natasha would’ve fought me off, though. You clinged to Bucky and your eyes darted around the blurry room. You groaned softly and immediately regretted drinking the Mead so carelessly.

It’s 11:47, and you were sitting in Bucky’s lap. You babbled nonsense and Bucky simply cooes at you like you were a little baby. “My stupid boss fired me because I requested for a vacation. And now, I can’t even pay my bills!” You exclaimed drunkenly, grasping Bucky’s hand in yours. “It’s okay, baby” he rubbed your back innocently and admired you. We’ll have to do this more often, doll. “And my mom, she and my dad retired and she doesn’t even want her own daughter to visit her!” You cried out, not even bothering to hold your tears back. Everything had come crashing down at that moment and Bucky’s heart broke for you. You wiped your tears and leaned your head onto his shoulder, looking up at him. He looked down at you and stared at your lips. They were slightly puckered, almost as if you were silently begging him to kiss you. Fuck! You moved closer to Bucky until there was barely any space between your faces. You looked him in the eyes, and your reflection stared back at you. You closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his soft ones.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself then. He kissed you back without hesitation, loving the way your lips felt against his. He began to move his lips against yours, but somehow you sobered up. Your eyes shot open and you pulled away from him, your lips swollen. You stuttered and struggled to look him in the eyes. Bucky’s gaze followed you as you hung your head, almost ashamed with your actions. The kiss had sobered you up, even though the Mead still was in your system. “I- I’m sorry” you muttered out, realizing you were still in his lap. “‘S’fine” he whispered loud enough for you to hear. All of a sudden, you felt drunk once again. You stumbled back into Bucky’s lap, placing your head in the crook of his neck. Your eyelids started to feel heavy and they shut on their own accord. You soon dozed off, sat in Bucky’s lap.

-

You woke up in your soft bed, tucked in and your phone was charging on your bedside table. You groaned as soon as a killer headache seared through your head, recalling everything that had happened last night. You thought about the kiss and kept replaying it in your mind. You started to feel butterflies in your stomach, almost as if you were a school girl who had gotten a crush. Your eyes shot open wide once you realized what was happening.

It was 9:36 a.m, and you have fallen in love with James Buchanan Barnes, your next door neighbor.

Fuck.

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[wreckofawriter]

Magnolia Part 2

Part 1

Paring: Prince!Sirius Black x reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Violence, blood, swearing

Song to Set the Vibe: Legends Never Die ~ Leauge of Legends

A/n: Holy shit this one went darker than I thought it would. Please excuse some awkward writing I wrote part of this while faded and I edited it best I could. I'm probably going to have one or two more parts. Hope you enjoy!!

Your legs had gone numb, you had been running for far too long. The heavy skirt you wore dragging in the dead leaves and catching on branches. Your hands were already skinned from being thrown to the ground. Your knees gave up, buckling, raw cuts dug back into the ground.

    Panic had consumed you, the smell of smoke thick in your nose even though the flames were miles behind you, the screams echoed around you. Your lungs burned, embers still caught in your hair. You swore you could smell the cooking flesh.

    You still heard the faint whispers. “What an unfortunate accident” they mocked “Your father must have forgotten to set a timer. The oven always got too hot.” 

They smirked at you, breath hot in your ear, “The building was flammable, it must have caught quickly. Too quick for them to escape.” 

“It was such a terrible mistake.” They laughed.

But it was no mistake. 

    "I said no!" You screamed at no one, the woods answering with your echo. "I said no." You dropped to the ground, you were too tired to cry anymore. You had said no, but I didn't matter anymore, what was done was done. Death wasn't reversible. The only reason you were still living was because you hadn't died. 

    You no longer wore heavy skirts. You had traded the ribbon in your hair for beads and braids. A satchel was replaced by a holster, books by guns, pastries with knives. You had adapted, the world wasn't simple and you couldn't pretend it was anymore. So you changed. You made yourself strong, you gave yourself the power and then you used it to stay in command. You decided what happened to you now, you made decisions for yourself and no one else. You lived for you. You had no one else to live for.

    The white sails in the distance brought you excitement, your thirst for blood hot in your mouth. You recognized the symbols upon them, they had been plastered onto flags and banners around you for 18 years. 

    "The cannons are set,"  Adrie spoke, you could see the glee in her own eyes. 

    You nodded, “Good.” you felt a grin take your lips, “They aren’t stupid, they will be prepared for a fight.” 

    “So are we.” She grinned, her curved blade spinning in her hand.

    “Good.” You repeated, “We burn the ship to the ground.” 

    You were true to your word, you and your crew overtook the royal vessel with ease, their soldiers were ill fit for the brutality of your own men.

    Your blade slid easily through the knight’s throat, he tried to intake a breath choking on his own blood in a disturbing gurgle. You kicked him off your blade and sent him flipping over the side of the ship. You snapped the sword down, blood whipping onto the dark planks of the deck. 

    The fighting around you had died out and shouts were now replaced with laughter as gold and jewelry was loaded onto your own ship, there wasn’t as much as you anticipated, but there was still plenty. Not to mention the six barrels of liquor that had been found below deck. 

    Your pleasant mood was ruined by a harsh cry.

    “Stowaway!” a scream followed the reveal.

    You sprinted towards the sound your boot thudding heavily on the swaying boat. You jumped bellow deck ignoring the latter completely and wincing as you landed harshly on your left ankle. You continued regardless, turning a corner to face Adrie. 

    Her bright eyes were wide, the shine of a blade decorating her neck. A man in a dark hood held her against his chest, “Back away now!” he shouted only tightening his grip on your friend. 

    The man’s eyes lifted to meet yours and the sword gripped in his hand slipped to the ground with a clatter. He began to speak but was cut off as Adrie struck his shin, turning swiftly and cracking her knuckles under his chin.

    The man crashed backward, managing to get his hands out to catch himself before he was pushed by the blonde’s foot into the ground, his head hitting the hardwood, hood dropping behind him.

You felt your world spin as you looked into the stowaway’s eyes, they were wide with fear and confusion, his dark hair spilling around him.

Adrie dropped to one knee, a knife held in her hand as she prepared to split the skin of his neck. 

    “Stop!” You shouted, desperation laced into your voice.

    She looked up at you confused, her blade paused just above his Adam’s apple which bobbed as he took in a sharp breath. 

    “I can’t beli-” he began.

    “Shut up.” You hissed, your mind reeled, you tried to think clearly but all that would come to you were muddled memories of pink flowers. 

    “Captain?” Adrie asked, her knife still hovered.

    “Don’t kill him.” You spoke sternly, finally regaining part of your sanity.

    Her face twisted in anger, “Why the hell not?” she spat.

    You scoffed eyes still locked on the deep grey, “His life is worth double ours and more” 

    She furrowed her brows, “Do you know him or something?” 

    “Or something.” You replied.

“Well, who the fuck is he?”

 “This is the Prince of Altair.” You answered, “There are a lot of people willing to pay a pretty penny for his head.” 

She frowned, “He doesn’t look much like a prince, how can you be sure?”

You didn’t respond, “Tie him up. I want him bellow deck.” 

You made it back to your ship in a slight daze, an absurd mixture of anger and sadness clawed from the back fo your mind as your eyes flooded with years of unshed sobs. You moved quickly, locking yourself in your quarters before anyone could catch a glimpse of the tears spilling down your cheeks. 

You swore, kicking your desk and sending a bottle of ink to the ground. You couldn’t believe what you had just seen. What was he doing here? He should be running his kingdom, what the fuck is he doing on a ship in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea? 

You had done everything you could to avoid your past, yet it came knocking at your doorstep just as things were beginning to become easy. You should have known something was going to happen. It had all been too easy. The gods were punishing you for your momentary pleaser, reminding you that you were nothing more than the baker girl they had created. You had sins to burn for.

The scent of fire filled you and for a brief moment you thought you were standing in the dark grass of your yard, you could hear the screams and whispers again. You fell to your knees, burying your head in your hands as you tried to collect the broken mess you considered your reflection. You were falling, but there was no one to catch you, no one to pull you to your feet. 

You were snapped from the nightmare you created for yourself with a sharp knock at the door. You inhaled a deep breath, “What?” 

“Captain, the Prince is being difficult, things have gotten out of hand.”

“Knock him out.” You replied bitterly.

“We have tried, he is being difficult.” There was a brief pause, “He’s asking for you.”

That brought you to your feet, you thew open the door glaring at the man in front of you, “Where is he?”

Sirius was in a wave of panic. You had been right there, you had commanded that woman, stopped her. Yet you were nowhere in sight. All he could think about was the deep y/e/c of your eyes. The men holding his shoulders laughed at something behind him.

Sirius eyed the low overhanging beams of the cramped room he was being led to. His eyes then flirted to the gun in the man to his right belt. He stopped abruptly.

“Move it scum.” One man hissed.

Sirius stood still eyes locked ahead of him.

“I said move!” As the pirate went to push him Sirius ducked, snatching the gun from his belt before dodging the first and second beam and leaping at the third. His hands which were tied in front of him caught the unpolished wood and he pulled himself into the small space between him and the ceiling. 

He raised the borrowed weapon pointing it at the taller of the two bellow him. “Where the fuck is she? I know you bastards have her. Where is y/n?” 

“You’re batshit if you think you’re getting our captain.” The tall one growled.

“What the hell is going on down there?” Someone shouted from above.

“I don’t want your captain, I want y/n y/l/n she was on this ship.” He cocked the gun, “Now tell me where she is or I will blow a hole in your skull.”

“The prince escaped!” The shorter one called, “Get the captain!” There was a scurry of footsteps and suddenly four more people entered the room, two women, one tall with reddish hair another a short blonde. The other two men were massive each brandishing firearms of their own. 

“I will kill you!” Sirius shouted, in a fury, the image of you being held captive by these criminals burned itself into his mind. “Give me y/n and I’ll leave.”

The short man scoffed, “I’ve already told you we ain’t given up our captain.” 

Sirius supposed these were some of the dumbest people he had ever met, “Why the hell would I want your Captian?” 

The pirates threw a glance at each other, they supposed this had to be one of the dumbest people they had ever met. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time.” Sirius snarled, “Where is y/n?” 

“We aren’t fucking giving you y/n you bastard!” The blonde yelled her bright green eyes flashing dangerously. 

A gunshot sounded and the hold erupted into shouts, Sirius’s ears rug as he tried to regain his scattered thoughts. 

Just as suddenly as the commotion had begun it ended.

“Hey!” Your voice rose above the mob and in seconds silence fell like a weighted blanket.

Sirius found your form bellow him, emerging from the crowd which parted for your ease. You stood just bellow the man your eyes narrowed as you sneered up at him.

    “Drop the gun, Sirius,” you commanded, the eyes of your crew widening as he complied, weapon clattering to teh ground.

You growled looking just past the man, “Jesus fuck Martin, you blew a hole in the fucking deck.”

    The short male who you had addressed as Martin grimaced as you turned your glare on him.

    “Y/n, thank god you’re alive, I’ve been looking-”

    “Shut up or the next bullet will go between your eyes.” You snarled whipping back to face him, a small handgun’s barrel winking at him. 

    The silence that hung in the air was sickening. The mix of hatred and disgust that lingered in your eyes was worse.

    “Adrie, set a course for Rigel.”

    The blonde nodded.

    “Everyone else out.” The crew glanced around at each other, “Now!” You shouted and they scampered out of view. 

    Sirius scanned you, truly taking in your appearance for the first time since he met your eyes. Your hair which was swept into untidy braids was held from your face by a black cloth with a deep red flower painted on its front. You wore a white tunic with a worn brown leather jacket thrown over it. Your belt held two knives and a small sword. Black boots that almost reached your knees adorned your feet. Scars riddled your neck and hands, a deep white mark cut over the bridge of your nose and onto your right cheek. 

    “Y/n, I can’t believe I actually found you.” The man lept down from the beam landing in front of you 

The gun you held never lowered. 

“Y/n?” 

You didn’t respond your hands were shaking now, gun rattling slightly. Your eyes glazing over and from a moment Sirius thought you were going to pull the trigger. 

“Get on your knees.” You croaked taking a step back as he took a step towards you.

“Y/n/n, what th-”

You cut him off, “Knees! Now!.”

Sirius stood stunned for a moment before lowering himself towards the ground. 

You stared down at him, the gun still quaking in your grasp as you tried to calm your nerves. “One wrong move and I will not hesitate Black.”

Sirius felt his mouth go dry, his eyes fogged over as the words you just spoke sunk in, “You would kill me?” his voice was weak, a second from breaking. 

You didn’t know the answer to his question. 

You dropped the weapon to your side, tucking it into its holster before leaning down and taking the rope wrapped around Sirius’s wrists and undoing it. “Fuckin idiots.” You mumbled, “I always tell them to tie the hands behind the back.” You followed your own instructions as Sirius kneeled unmoving at your feet. 

Once you had sinched the rope around his wrists checking the knot twice you walked back in front of him crouching down to his level. You could feel the mud of nostalgia get whipped away as you took his chin roughly into your hands. 

“We aren’t friends Sirius.” You began, your nails digging into his pale flesh, “We sure as hell aren’t lovers, and for all I care we never were.”

You watched as Sirius’s face contorted.

“To me, you are only worth the highest bidder.” You dropped his chin, “Which you best hope is your mother.” 

A small glint of light caught the corner of your eye. You glanced down to see a large diamond strung around his neck. You picked it up examining it between your fingers. 

“It was yours,” Sirius mumbled, “Do you remember the night I gave it to you?”

You stared at the gem, its purity mocking you.

“It was the night before your sixteenth birthday and you were crying because your father had smashed a cake you had spent hours on because he-”

“Forgot to set a timer.” You finished and in a flash your smallest knife was held to his neck, “Like how he forgot to set a time when my home burned to the ground, right?” 

Sirius drew his neck back and you only pushed harder.

“The night you proposed to me? The night your mother sent her vile soldiers to my home and lit it on fire?” You spat, “Or are you going to try and sell me some bullshit about accidents too?”

The man stared up at you, “Y/n I had nothing to do with that.”

    “You had everything to do with it.” You seethed, “You were the reason she did it. You and your fucking engagement ring. I was ruining her life so she ruined mine.” 

Sirius gritted his teeth as your blade broke his skin. 

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now and ruin her life just a little more.” 

“Because I loved you!” He shouted and you jerked your blade away as he pushed toward you, “I still love you.” 

You felt hot tears build in your eyes, “You don’t love me.” you hissed shaking your head, “You loved a naive little girl who was stupid enough to fall for a prince.” 

“That’s still you.” He argued and you felt your hands tighten into fists.

“No, it’s not!” You yelled, “I’m not a fucking baker girl anymore!”

“I don’t care if you’re a baker girl or a goddam pirate your still y/n and I’ll care about you either way!”

You let out a snarl, your eyes narrowing further as you raised a foot and kicked Sirius in the chest. He fell backward with a groan as his head collided with the floor. You straddled him leaning down until your noses were inches from each other. “Don’t lie to me Sirius, you could never care for the women that killed dozens of your men, the women that tracked your kingdoms ships and burnt them into the sea with people still on board, you could never love a murderer.” You panted lightly, “You could never love me.” with that, you raised your blade, flipping it in your hand before connecting its blunt handle with his tempel. 

His body went limp beneath you

“Welcome to the Black Magnolia, Sirius.” You murmured turning on your heel and heading up the steps. You had ransom notes to write. 

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Part 3

[bleach-your-panties]

I love you more, babe. I love how you gave me details of exactly what you wanted, that really helped me to write this! Enjoy!

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🔴Request: Shuuhei and s/o "relieving stress" in the Seireitei Communications office.

Song to Listen To: Rockin That Thang - The Dream 

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"But Shuu!" You whined for probably the 1000th time that day. No matter what you said or did, the plum-haired male insisted that he needed to finish editing the final print of next week's magazine. 

"Baby, I promise when I finish with this I'll be home, alright? This is a really important issue and Captain Muguruma is going to kill me if I don't get it done on time!" 

You let out a long, dramatic sigh through your lips and hopped out of your seat with a huff.

 Fine, if he didn't want to come home with you tonight and work himself to death, then that was on him. 

Now, you knew how busy Shuuhei was when the two of you started dating, but you figured that he'd at least develop some type of work-life balance when the two of you got married. 

It was truly admirable how devoted he was to his job and Captain, but sometimes you wished he'd take time for himself most importantly, and then lastly take some time out for you. 

With a defeated pout, you kissed the top of his head and told him that you'd see him when he got home. If he ever did. Usually, he'd just sleep on the couch in the office. You would even bring food by for every meal when he stayed over to make sure that deadlines were met. 

"I love you, y/n." 

He looked at you with a sad expression, knowing that he'd disappointed you. 

With a small smile, you gave a little wave.

"I love you, too, Shuu."

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Later that night, you laid in the bed that you shared with Shuuhei. Alone.

Your day had been pretty uneventful since you left him that morning; it was all the same things that you did everyday.

You did your daily shinigami duties, reported to your Captain, did paperwork, made yourself lunch and brought some to Shuuhei, cleaned the house, finished your paperwork, made dinner and brought some to Shuuhei, ate alone, and finally, took a bath.

Despite having done all of that, you just couldn't rest. Your bed felt cold and foreign without Shuuhei in it.

So what did you do?

You climbed out of bed, threw a silk robe over your nightgown, and headed to the 9th Division Communications Office. 

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Shuuhei was sitting down, reading over an article with his glasses on when you entered the room.

Your footsteps were soft against the wooden floor, so he didn't look up until you cleared your throat. 

"B-baby?" 

You approached his desk slowly, heart beating a steady rhythm inside your chest; meanwhile his was threatening to jump out through his mouth. 

Shuuhei had always recognized your beauty; your soft, alluring s/c skin, beautifully shaped e/c eyes, and lovely, oh-so-kissable lips. Your figure never failed to get him hard, which was what was going on right now beneath the desk as he eyed you up and down. 

He hadn't been home with you at night for a while now, and looking at you in front of him finally made him realize just how much valuable time he was missing out on spending with you. 

"Baby, I-you look, wow, so beautiful…" 

You did look amazing. Soft body clad in a baby pink sheer nightgown that stopped way above your mid-thigh area. The soft lace bra and thong you wore underneath did little to hide your hardened nipples and the fine curves of your pussy. The long matching robe added the finishing touches to your bedtime ensemble, making you look both sweet and sinful at the same damn time. 

"Shuu, honey, I don't mean to intrude, but the house is so lonely without you there. The bed is so cold, and I couldn't sleep, I-can I just stay here with you tonight?" 

You didn't want to sound whiny or too needy, but goddammit if you didn't miss your husband! All you wanted was to be close to him, even if he was working. 

"Oh, Angel, come here…" His heart broke as he watched your lower lip tremble. You walked into his outstretched arms and laid your head against his strong chest. 

He pulled you into his lap and pushed the rolling chair away from the desk, effectively spinning you both around and making you giggle.

Shuuhei pecked your forehead multiple times, sighing in content as you played with his thick, spiky hair. 

"Oh, Angel, I've been the worst husband in the world! I've neglected you for what? A bunch of paper? I'm pathetic…" He lamented regretfully, pushing his face into your neck to inhale your scent. Your favorite scent of body wash flooded his senses and made him even more aroused, which you could surely feel against your moistening panties. 

Frantically, you cupped his cheeks and shook your head. 

"Oh, Shuu, don't say that honey. You're not a terrible husband. You're just really terrible at splitting time between your priorities." You both laughed. 

It felt good to be in your husband's embrace and sharing a laugh with him. These were the moments that you cherished and missed. 

Bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck, you nuzzled your face into his warm skin and left little pecks along his Adam's apple, all the way down his throat until you reached the top of his chest. 

Shuuhei gulped and felt his face warming up as his dick still grew harder underneath you. He shifted in the chair to get better leverage under your ass, palming the soft globes in his strong hands. 

"B-baby girl, maybe we should...ohh, m-mm"

Your little dainty fingers had begun to untie his shinigami robes, slipping underneath them to rub at his abs.

For Shuuhei, he couldn't believe what was happening right now. It had been a while since you two were last intimate and his body felt like it might explode. 

You easily slid down his body, like a snake, winding around his abdomen, thighs, and legs until you were down on your knees in front of him. You pushed his knees apart, giggling at how they shook slightly.

"What's the matter, Shuu? You know, you're so uptight, baby. You should relax." 

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

This wasn't really happening, was it?

Was he really about to get blown by his beautiful wife...IN THE MIDDLE OF THE COMMUNICATIONS OFFICE?! 

His question was answered when his hakama fell around his ankles and your tongue flickered over his slit. Your warm mouth teased the head of his dick until you finally took him halfway in and began bobbing up and down his length.

"Oh shit!" 

He had to use one hand to steady himself on the desk and the other grabbed your hair up into a makeshift ponytail. 

"R-right there, Angel. Oh God, yes, I needed this baby girl…" All thoughts and anxiety about doing this in the office flew from his brain as his hips snapped back and forth. 

You moaned salaciously around your husband's cock, reaching two fingers underneath you to rub at your swollen clit. The lack of attention to your body had your desire for him multiplied by a million. 

Shuuhei held your hair steadily, keeping a firm grip on the h/c strands, but not enough to hurt you. Saliva spilled from your mouth and covered his dick, mixing with his precum and helping to lubricate your throat as you began to deepthroat him just how he liked. 

Long groans and shallow breaths filled your ears as you worked him closer and closer to the edge. Though you didn't want him tipping over that edge just yet. 

Pulling off with a loud, wet pop, you gently massaged him until he was completely hard in your hands.

"Shuu...I need you right now…" 

His head was spinning, but he managed to focus enough to give you an answer. 

"Come here.."

Beckoning with his fingers, he waited for you to climb up from the floor before he grabbed you by the waist and spun you around to lie on your stomach against the desk. 

Papers flew onto the floor in random directions, but Shuuhei could care less about that right now. 

"My baby looks so good for me. So sweet and naughty at the same time.." His cool fingers felt like heaven against your searing hot skin. Warm breath tickled your ear while those same fingers hooked into your panties to rip them off. 

"Shuu!" You weren't expecting that, but his sudden roughness was turning you on. 

"Shh, I'll buy you a new one. Just let me fuck this pretty little pussy and I'll buy you whatever you want." 

You had zero objections to that. 

Bracing your arms against the desk surface, you pushed back against your husband's dick, rubbing your arousal all over him. He took the flesh of your left ass cheek in one hand and smacked it with the other hand, causing you to let out another hot moan. 

He did that a couple more times until your ass was warm and probably bright red. 

Shuuhei brought three of his long, thick fingers to your mouth and pushed them inside.

"Suck, darling." 

Immediately, you took him into your wet mouth and rubbed your tongue all along his digits. He thrust them to the back of your throat..once, twice, three times before pulling them out and patting them against your cheek before rubbing them on your clit.

"Oh, Shuu…"

He kissed the side of your head. "That's right, moan for me, baby." 

Taking his dick in hand, Shuuhei gave it a few short pumps before rubbing the head through your slit just to tease you. You let out an impatient moan, making him chuckle deeply before he finally thrusted inside you. 

"Ahh…"

Your wetness allowed him to sink into you with no resistance. A soft fuck sounded behind you before his hand on your back pushed you flush against the desk.

"Shit's so fucking tight, gunna make me cum baby girl." He grunted while starting his rhythm. 

He started out with his usual slow, deep strokes just so he could feel your warmth clamping down on him. He pulled it all the way out until just the tip was in, then eased it back inside while holding your ass cheeks in his palms. It felt so fucking amazing when he did that, and not having felt him in so long, you could feel your orgasm bubbling up into your stomach. 

"Shuu baby, faster...Harder...Please.." 

He wasted no time in complying, hiking one leg up onto the desk and tucking it against your chest. His lips were suddenly next to your ear. 

"When you're struggling to walk tomorrow, remember that you asked for this, pretty baby.." 

Before you could think about what he said, he pulled out again slowly, but this time he rammed back into you quickly, making you scream. The head of his dick rubbed your G-spot and made spots appear behind your eyes. 

Using your leg to slightly steady himself, he pushed flushed against your ass and quickened his pace. His balls slapped against your clit, adding to your pleasure. Your tongue slipped between your lips, a few drops of saliva sliding off of it onto the desk as your husband fucked you hard from the back. 

One hand came down to slap your ass cheek again, making more and more moans fall from your plumped lips.

The sounds of skin slapping skin, your moans, Shuuhei's grunts, and your wet pussy filled the entire office space.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum. Are you ready, baby? You going to cum with me, Angel?" 

"Yesss, Shuu...please!" 

Another smack on the ass and a tough tug at your hair and your world went black before bursting with colors. 

"Shuuhei!!!" 

"SHUUHEI! WHAT THE FUCK!" 

Oh. Shit.

Talk about being caught with your pants down. Literally. 

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Kensei was not at all pleased with the two of you fucking in the office. On his desk.

As an effective punishment, he made Shuuhei run 100 laps around the squad barracks the next morning before work.

Was it worth it? Yes.

Is Shuuhei going to run 100 laps in your pussy tonight as payback? 

Oh hell yes.