#i��m pretty sure he just uses a physical fucking knife right????

[dol-doll]

Cw: Knife play, M!Kylar, carving/branding (minor), nipple clamps (one mention), just Kylar so that's the biggest tw (affectionate), mindbreak

M!Kylar... My gremlin baby boy, god I love him so much, he slowly breaks you, he wants the best for you, and only he can give you the best, he'll take care of you, you'll let him right? If you do, he'll give you the world, or at least try to.

Worshipping you day and night, giving you whatever you want, even if he has to steal it, makes you wear pretty maid dresses and cat ears, you'll never leave now right? He'll take care of everything, don't you worry your pretty little head, Bailey isn't your concern anymore alright? He'd make sure that the two of you get married as soon as possible, giving you a pretty ring and making it a mission to always cum in you, wanting to have kids, no matter whether biological or adopted he wants a family with you, the perfect person in his eyes.

I headcanon that in an year or two he'd somehow have enough money to move out (don't ask how) and he'd take you with him, he'd help around the house from time to time but he'd want you to be a house spouse, letting him provide for you instead. I truly believe he'd find a job that he can mostly work at from home, with you under his desk being his little cockwarmer, with your lips wrapped around his thick, long cock. He'd thrust in from time to time but would mostly want you to just sit there as he continues typing away on his computer, your head laying on his thigh as he pets your hair ocassionally, looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes that you'd want to look away.

There won't be a single night where you wouldn't be slumped on the bed, your body weak and tired as he keeps ploughing into you, calling you an angel, a gift for him from the universe, it never fails to surprise you the amount of energy and stamina his body has as he keeps going round after round. He'd play with your nipples, sucking and biting them as he holds your hand and looks up at you to see your face twist in pain or pleasure.

But trust me when I say, he truly is sadistic and rotten to the very core. You wouldn't have to do much to get him jealous, you could just look at someone for a second and he'd take you home, pushing you onto the bed with a knife in his hand as he instructs you to strip and lay down, before he bonds your hands and legs to the bed, as you're spread apart, no part of you being hidden from his lecherous gaze anymore. If pushed too far, he'd carve a small 'K' in the back of your thigh, your cries like music to his ears as he sees the red spill from the wound, before licking at it with such tenderness that if love could heal physical wounds, the K would probably not be visible anymore. He'd overstimulate you, making you cum again and again and again without using his cock on you even if you beg for it, he wants to cave but he has to teach you a lesson, you understand it right? You're his baby, you get it right? He promises to reward you soon because of how good you've been. He'd put clamps on your nipples pulling at them everytime you ask him to fuck you.

Once he thinks you've been punished enough, he'd untie you, takes off everything, and asks you if you still want him to fuck you after all that, and when you nod weakly, he's onto you instantly. Pushing in slowly, thrusting deep and hard while placing kisses down your neck, sucking and biting hickies onto your collarbones and chest while praising you. "You're so good to me you know that? And all mine, so perfect, so pretty, my precious angel" he'd say just before he reaches his peak, sheathing himself into you completely, he'd fill you up, and would hold you close, staying in you as he grows soft, keeping you plugged so that you done leak out, wanting to cuddle and cockwarm while running his fingers through your hair and telling you how well you did and how proud of you he is.

He makes you crave his love, his validation, his protection, makes you crave everything he has to give, even his disapproval at times when you want him to be rougher with you. He molds you and your life in a way where it revolves around him <3

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[gabessquishytum]

Listen. Listen. I see y’alls Corinthian humor crack mixed in with smut and I love it. I do. But imma divert our attention for a minute here

I need Hob to need very-bad-no-good-nasty things from the Corinthian. He wants hate sex. He wants hair pulling and knife play from the nightmare. He wants to indulge everything the M in BDSM stands for (and the Corinthian’s base setting is S so he’s gucci). Hob wants the Corinthian to hurt him (physically - Dream is enough of a dick for them both emotionally sometimes) into the right headspace. Because Hob has lived a very long life (by human standards) and he’s tried a little of it all. But with Corinthian he’s safe to indulge in playing around with all the b e n e f i t s immortality grants him in the sack.

And Dream just Does. Not. Get. It. Why would a human crave pain? Why does Hob keep returning to his nightmare for these experiences? So he watches. He watches and observes and eventually gets so overtaken by curiosity he lets himself mentally slide into Corinthian as he’s fucking Hob in a heavy scene.

At some point Hob has to explain to Dream how he gets different things from both of them. And stubborn Dream balks at that - Corinthian is made from him. He can be a nightmare if that’s what Hob desires. Maybe queue Dream & Corinthian switching rolls here. Dream relentlessly whipping his favorite immortal and Corinthian softly worshipping every lash and inch of his body.

Cause now that they can both do either roll? Hob has never been so giddy. The code/role switching good cop bad cop threesome we all deserve can now happen with Hob as the center of attention.

🫀 (putting my anon signature here since I’m pretty sure there are at least 3 of us haunting your asks now)

This is while Hobrintheus is the ideal throuple!! It's a horny Hob sandwich the softest most ethereal sex you can imagine on one side, and actual nightmare fuel on the other. What's not to love?

Ngl I do love the idea of Dream and the Corinthian role swopping. Like the Corinthian has to try and be this sweet, generous lover who wants to worship Hob with his body, and that totally goes against his nature so its a real exercise in restraint for him.

But also I do want the Corinthian to be allowed to use his pretty lil knife on Hob. Maybe with Dream directing him where and how, so nobody ends up bleeding out on the sheets (although secretly deep down Hob kinda wants to try that oops maybe they'll do it when Dream isn't around to have an Endless heart attack).

Maybe also Dream in his most nightmarish form + the Corinthian with his bloodlust up to the max tag teaming Hob? Dream still doesn't get why Hob would be into it but he's gonna do his damn best to give his pretty little human the most terrifying sex of his life <333

[bangtangalicious]

death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important. 

a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo. 

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | series navi | masterlist |

F L A S H F O R W A R D--

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth. 

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties. 

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment. 

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you. 

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe. 

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure. 

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?” 

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh. 

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with...y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead. 

“You. I was with you”

F L A S H B A C K--

The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongi’s eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape. 

Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldn’t afford to have you lying to him already. 

It was so frustrating to him that you couldn’t just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadn’t he proven himself to you? Hadn’t he done everything to win your heart?

Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.

There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer. 

Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyung’s helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes. 

Jimin was then introduced to Yoongi’s two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more. 

To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.

You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didn’t give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all. 

When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.

Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead. 

Jimin’s gang activity was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jimin’s accident was not a surprise to him. 

But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him. 

And when Jin didn’t lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him. 

Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago. 

Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.

He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should. 

He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldn’t ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didn’t you?

He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.

Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. “It’s me. I need to see you. Now” 

-

Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.

Hobi couldn’t really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his boss’ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?

Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...

Hobi didn’t know. He didn’t know who gave him orders. He really didn’t care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasn’t thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals. 

“What should I get?” You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. “What’s gonna fuck me up the fastest?”

Hobi snorted, “Tequila” He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly “Y/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.

“The night of the rematch” You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.

“Yoongi was at the fight?” Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?

“Y/n!” The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldn’t help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing. 

You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. “Easyyyy Y/n” He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didn’t you get stabbed or something?”

“I did!” Jungkook grinned, “In fact, that’s exactly why I’m here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill him”

Hobi rolled his eyes, “Oh really”

“Kim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. He’s the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/n’s apartment, so he’s probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jimin’s accident. It makes so much fucking sense”

Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didn’t fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasn’t impossible. And that’s what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, “But he’s literally a police officer”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “Exactly! It’s fucking brilliant. He’s a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? It’s a fucking ploy. You’re not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boom”

You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. “Wow you guys are idiots.” You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. He’s lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.

“I’m gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.” Jungkook chuckled, “And then they’d kill him, oh God finally”

Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jin’s eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didn’t know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didn’t make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?

“Y/n, come with me.” Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.

“Oh my goodness it’s Yoongi. It’s Yoongi. It’s always been Yoongi” The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. “I would fucking know okay!” Your laughs grew loud, “I was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!” You buckled over, laughing into Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook” Hobi sighed, “I gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?” Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.

The laughter wouldn’t stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through it’s glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. “Y/n” Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left. 

Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, “Y/n, is everything okay?”

You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, “I’m dead. He’s gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. He’s everywhere. Everywhere.” You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone...I” You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s okay ssh” He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m here aren’t I?” You sniffled, nodding lightly. “I got you okay. No one is gonna hurt you”

You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.

You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. “Y/n” Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you okay. I promise”

Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. “Oh you poor thing” He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his. 

He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.

You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts. 

“Jungkook” You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.

He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down. 

“Y/n” His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. “Fuck I missed you” You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after. 

His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.

“That’s it baby, just like that” He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. “Look at me. Look right at me baby”

He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.

"So good for me” He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. “You taste so fucking good baby”

He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out. 

“You want my cock?” He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. “You want my big cock in your little pussy?”

You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. “So warm and wet for me, fuck” He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again “You take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty baby” He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.

“Yeah...feels really good” Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you. 

“Mmm yeah I bet” He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. “You’re so fucking pretty you know that right?” He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. “So perfect for me”

His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. “Jungkook...I’m...”

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s voice was raspy with lust, “You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cum”

You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease. 

“There you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like that” He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, “Want me to cum inside you baby?” You nodded, whining slightly, “Yeah? You want it baby? Huh?” Jungkook’s hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. “Want my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?”

“Yeah. I want it. Jungkook please,” Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.

“Holy fuck” Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.

He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.

“I missed that” He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly. 

You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached it’s destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boy’s hold on you remained steady. 

"I see stabbing you once didn’t really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon Jungkook” 

You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jin’s voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. “Too bad, I unfortunately can’t kill you yet” He turned to you and winked, “Both of you come with me”

-

Sweat trickled down from Namjoon’s neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didn’t care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.

“Don’t overdo it” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. “Last thing you want is to get injured again” He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.

“What do you want Yoongi?” Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.

“I’m gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?” His voice was stern.

“Man, fuck you Yoongi” Namjoon groaned, “I put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record deal”

Yoongi shrugged, “Okay fine. I’ll sign you. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Yoongi inhaled sharply, “And I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, you’re dead to me. And I will know if you do.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yeah okay. Just get me my fucking record deal”

Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. “Paperwork is ready. You have one job. Don’t fuck up again” Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. “I have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, please”

-

You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkook’s place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you. 

You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jin’s hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.

“Hey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?” Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. “I just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talk” 

You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. “I know everything” You scoffed in spite, “I know everything you did, you fucking maniac”

Jin smiled wide at the term, “I know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff that’s been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,” Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, “You don’t actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least you’re smart”

You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, “Oh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.”

He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, “What did he tell you huh? That he’s Yoongi’s friend or some shit? Taehyung doesn’t give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. He’s trying to take over both gangs, not just Jimin’s, and he’s been lying to you this whole time.”

The bargaining chip. “What do you mean?” You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.

“He’s distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look here” Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valley’s parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyung’s car. “He’s robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When he’s done with all of this, he’s gonna kill them both.” 

No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jin’s words, “You’re just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didn’t you?” Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. “I know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldn’t hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himself”

You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.

“Where is he?” You growled, “I wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myself”

“Absolutely. In fact, if you’re up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for me” Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, “If we don’t kill him first, he’s planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coup” Your heart dropped, “You don’t want that do you?”

"No” You blurted. 

“So let’s kill him first. Come on, let’s go get you dolled up for this party”

As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.

Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.

Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didn’t have it in him to take a life. 

Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi. 

-

“Do you want some coke?” You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. “I could use a hit, I don’t know about you”

“Oh hell yes. Thank you” He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror “Damn. I needed that. I didn’t know that you use”

Jin bit back a smirk, “I do.” He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. “A lot”

“Oh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huh” You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. “Does that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and they’re like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?”

Jin’s eyes widened at you “Not any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying that” He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist “That’s a whole other story” You pushed him away playfully.

“What?” Jin said mockingly, “Don’t remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.

“Wow. Cocky are we?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the best”

Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. “Don’t even lie. You loved fucking me. Don’t you remember? How fucking wet you were?” His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees. 

Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. “On the floor slut” His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.

You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor. 

Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good. 

“Oh my god Jin” You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.

“Look at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.” He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.

He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.

“And you love it” He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, “You love the pain don’t you you fucking slut?” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. “I asked you a fucking question”

“Y...yes” You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.

Jin reached for the martini glass “Turn over” He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jin’s cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. “This is gonna burn. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can too”

“Wait what” Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, “Jin. Hold on.” Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. “Jin seriously. That’s not funny”

“Shhh. You can take it” He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. “Enjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why can’t I?”

“Jin. It’s not you, I'm just not ready for something like this please” Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. “I didn’t let Yoongi brand me he just did.”

Jin stilled momentarily. “And you still love him? Even though he did that?”

You didn’t answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, “How can you love someone like that?” He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. “I don’t want any of them touching you again. You understand me?” He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. “Ass up. Now” He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldn’t help but love every second of it. 

Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.

He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, “Hands under” He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.

He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. “Who gives it to you the best him?” Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didn’t care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more. 

He slapped his palm  onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear “Filthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, don’t you have any fucking self respect?” He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place. 

“When will you fucking learn huh? This pussy” He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. My cockslut whore” Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth “You taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for me”

Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further. 

“Who owns this cunt huh?” Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow. 

“You do. Holy fuck, you do” You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure. 

“That’s right baby” He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly. 

“J..Jin” You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, “Jin please. Feels good” Jin scoffed, “Gonna cum...gonna cum” You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.

You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck “You really thought I would let you cum whore?” His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process.  

“Look in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person who’s ever gonna let you feel this good” You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jin’s nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers. 

You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.

On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.

-

Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious. 

Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.

“You liar” You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. “How could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubt” You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.

“What are you talking about? When did I use you?” Taehyung looked around frantically, “Calm down okay, let’s go somewhere and talk this through.” Your eyes flared in anger. 

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re gonna kill them!” You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor. 

“Y/n. Breathe. Tell me what’s going on” Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. “And what the fuck are you on?”

Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis. 

“You used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. You’re selfish, and...and...you’re gonna KILL them” A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, “You’re gonna kill Yoongi. I...I can’t let you do that”

You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyung’s chest. He instantly put his hands up. “Y/n. Y/n stop. That’s not true okay you’re not thinking straight. Don’t do something you’ll regret”

Your hands trembled around the gun “You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them both...I can’t let you do that”

“Hold on!”

Too late. You pulled the trigger.

-

Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight. 

So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.

He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel. 

-

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind. 

Namjoon couldn’t understand Jin’s plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongi’s orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldn’t he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him. 

He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jin’s agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations. 

You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldn’t do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.

“Hold on!” He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung’s eyes flew shut.

Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.

“It...was a blank” You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. “What the...what was I just about to do?” His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.

“Taehyung are you okay?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself. 

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled, “Who gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while she had a gun? Fucking hell”

Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you. 

“I’m so sorry. Taehyung I...” You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his. 

“Yeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how you’re using her. At least I hope they’re just stories” Namjoon peered at him. “I’m Namjoon by the way, we haven’t officially met”

Taehyung shook his hand “Hi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent music” He chuckled ironically, “Y/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”

Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldn’t matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble. 

P R E S E N T  D A Y--

Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him. 

After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jimin’s accident, your and Namjoon’s kidnapping, as well as Jungkook’s attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobi’s help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.

The question remained how and why. 

“I know you’re not going to believe me. So I have proof” Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.

All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way

You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoon’s jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guy’s brains out beforehand.

“Listen to me. This guy is dangerous. I don’t really understand why he’s doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly there’s some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behind my back.” Taehyung muttered.

“The only way to know what he wants is to see what he does next” Namjoon pitched in. 

You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.

“Let me fake my death. Let’s see what he does.”

The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jin’s briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.

“Can I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?” You weren’t phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jimin’s face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.

You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.

That watch. That’s his watch.

Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him “You okay babe?” 

“I...no yeah, I’m just shocked” You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.

Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didn’t feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.

Jimin stroked your back softly, “It’s scary, I know. I know baby, but don’t worry” He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobi’s from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon”

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a/n: WOOHOOO. the fun is really gonna start now. did you miss yoongi? don’t worry, he’ll be back. drop your theories in my asks! who killed taehyung? what’s jin’s deal? 

smut pairs are up for next week! poor oc, she really needs to eat some food. yikes.

see you then & thanks for reading <3 happy juneteenth! 

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Truth and Reconciliation ↬ p.p

AN: for @scarletspideyy ‘s 3k challenge! And also inspired by Rambling by @lousimusician !!!! Go check theirs out its HILARIOUS 😂

Summary: you're hit by an alien substance that makes you speak the truth no matter WHAT the situation is ;)

Warnings : rambling. lots of it. Also mentions of sex cause that’s basically the plot but it has not smut. it’s only implied! it is also implied that all the characters are 18+ !

Word count: 1.2k

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The thing is, even if you’re dating a hot smartass like Peter Parker, your ability to make smart decisions are exceptionally low. Add that with being a chaotic junior Avenger and boom you have a reckless teenager at your service.

“Ugh, I wish Peter was here right now.” you mumbled as you kicked the creepy robot monster square in the chest, huffing a little before running off.

“You’re just saying that because he’s your boyfriend.” Nat says in the comms, the static startling you a little.

“And because his ass looks great in the super tight spandex.” you nodded very seriously, missing your hot ass boyfriend’s ass, and of course because you were worried that he was going insane sitting at the tower’s newly delivered futon, munching at M&Ms and sulking about his ankle and how he broke it (by tripping in the shower).

“That’s it. The next suit I make for the kid will make him look like a pillow.” Tony piped up in your conversation.

“Nooo please don’t do that Tony, for my sanity!” you said, smirking at the ‘get some’ and ‘gross teenagers’ that came from Sam and Bucky, before your eyes widened.

‘Oh shit.’ you thought.

A Jabba the Hutt like creature was making its way towards you with a gun…in it’s hand. Wondering how the Jabba look-alike fitted a gun in its barely there hands, you used your telekinetic powers to fly towards the goop monster, thrusting your hands in front of you and slicing it smackdab through its belly, satisfied by the way it blasted in smithereens, but not before the green goopy thing hit your face, sliding down your neck and shoulders.

Looking in wonder at the green goop as it seemed to have saturated in your skin, you wondered,

“The fuck was that thing?”

Ignoring the ‘language’ from Cap, you felt your vision waver.

“Uh Mr. Stark, Nat, Bruce, someone. I think something’s wrong, I can’t see straight, which reminds me that Peter wears contacts but he never told anyone and I only know that cause I’m nosy and his glasses make him look ridiculously dorky and hot at the same time, why am I telling you this?” You said, trying to shut your mouth.

“I’m going to pretend that you don’t sound like you want to bone my kid, but were you hit by something? Any weird alien green goop? Are you hurt?” Tony said, landing near you.

“Oh my you care about me too, you’re like a father figure 2.0 to me too, but you didn’t ask that. Yeah I was hit by this weird green alien goop that seeped into my skin and that creature kind of looked like Jabba the Hutt-”

“-like the star wars character?”

“– yeah now stop interrupting me dad..man.. dadman! As I was saying, I think the thing is kind of like a truth serum. But it’s also making me say what my mind desires the most, like the Mirror of Erised! ” you said, excited in your own world, which is why you didn’t notice the glimmer in the other Avengers’ eyes as they saw you blabber your mouth off until you were out of breath.

***

“So you’re telling me that my girlfriend physically can’t stop telling the truth? Or just stop talking?” Peter said, crossing his forearms and squinting at the team. It did nothing but make him look adorable because of his propped up broken leg.

They at least had the decency to duck their heads to hide their smirks.

“Yeah if I have to hear her talk one more time about the theories of what might happen in season 8 of Brooklyn nine nine and then get distracted by “the veins in Peter’s arms’, I swear I will blast another hole in the wall!” Tony shrieked, hands up in the air in an exasperated gesture.

“But it’s true right? I mean Peter come on! you folding your arms like that are just making your biceps bulge and that poor t-shirt of yours looks like it’s about to tear.” You piped in from behind Tony, which queued Peter to loosen his arms, blush rising up his face.

“You have the right to remain silent.” Tony said firmly, glaring at you to stop talking. You shrugged as if to say ‘can’t help it.’

“I mean she can’t really help it right? You didn’t say anything embarrassing…..right? ” Peter said in a small voice.

“I'm pretty sure the Miranda warning was meant for me to shut up but I’m sorry I’m currently incapable of reassuring you,” you said, eyes slightly wide, "I told them that you read and write fanfiction on tumblr and I secretly follow your blog and your writing is so damn good! I never really told you this because I know you would die if I told you that I read your smut fictions till 2 am cause they’re so well written… SOMEONE GAG ME!”

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By the time Stephen showed up to help Tony and Bruce, Peter’s face was so red that he looked like he was going to explode.

“….and then I said that fuck off bitch that’s ma bro you’re messing with, and promptly punched him in his little gremlin face and then realised that I had called my elementry to highschool crush ma bro…” you rambled, amusement clear on Steve’s face, who was intently listening to you talk about that time you had punched Flash for messing with Peter.

The tower was a mess due to the revealed secrets, Tony and Banner were trying to find a cure with Stephen , Wanda was recording you and Natasha was just…..casually sharpening her knife.

“Hey Y/N, drink this please?” Tony said, cutting you off from your rant about god knows what. He thrusted a vial with a weird goopy substance in it, instantly making you gag.

“What is that? I’m not taking some shit from a mad scientist who gave his fortune 500 company to his girlfriend because he was too emotionally unstable to handle it himself! I mean good call, cause Pepper is badass and all but-”

“-I’m going to ignore the jab at me but it’s a hopeful cure, so you’re going to drink that goop, and hopefully we all will get some silence.”

Huffing petulantly, you took the small vial of glass from him and chugged the thing with a small grimace.

Everybody was silent for a moment, including you. You could hear everyone holding their breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But that never happened cause you wore the shoe like a pro.

Giving a huff, you laughed out loud. Again you looked Peter in his eyes and said in a serious tone, “Peter, I’m never fucking you again.”

Peter’s face fell at what you said, tears almost appearing in his doe eyes. Wanda and Nat gave you a shooketh look while Bucky and Sam were just laughing their asses off somewhere in the background. Strange looked so done that he portaled back to his Sanctum and poor Bruce just made his merry way to the lab.

“Hey look I lied!! This worked!” you whooped, Tony and Steve shaking their heads as you ran, but not before giving Peter a subtle wink.

Welp. Someone’s gonna get laid tonight.  

[cassandra-moon]

Seraphim NSFW Alphabet

A gift for my dear friend @shino-owo​ since I’m taking so long with her request

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At the beginning of your relationship, Seraphim will be a little cold during aftercare and might not give any at all, later along the line he’ll warm up and be kinder towards you and will go out of his way to make sure you’re comfortable.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s an ass man. He loves slapping it no matter what or where. Walking in town, his hand is firmly on it. Walking around his hand is always on your ass as a way to show you and everyone who you belong to. On him, surprisingly, his horns. He loves it when you grab them while he’s eating you out and you grab onto them, or when you’re riding him and you grab them and pull him in for a kiss, he loses his mind and goes full savage

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming inside you, how do you think Ariana got here? He does it for a number of reasons. One: It’s territorial. He does it to make sure everyone knows you belong to him and he’ll have you walk around with it dripping down your legs if he wanted to, but he won’t, you’d kill him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a sadomasochist. Over the time of hurting people, he started to feel pretty numb until he felt your fingernails scratch his back in a way that made him feel pleasure, or when you’d bite his shoulder to restrain your moans. He won’t say anything but he sure a fuck will never object to it. Pull his hair, bite him, do anything and he will not object so long as you don’t stab him, he’s still thinking about that. He also REALLY wants you to perform knifeplay on him. Also peg him. I SAID WHAT I SAID!!!

(Serahpim: No freaky shit for a week now.

Me: Nooooooooo, baby please!!)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Up until you, he never touched another human being since his mothers’ death and planned to keep it that until he killed his uncle and cousins, but he’s a fast learner I’ll tell you that

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves doggy-style and anything where your legs are over his shoulders.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s pretty serious during the act, though he will make fun of you for much you enjoy him taking you any way he wants. Now if it’s a serious situation like him being pissed, you two getting in an argument, or you someone nearly getting killed, he’ll drop the playfulness and get right down to business.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s a fucking jungle down there, but do either of you care, really? So long as he gets to fuck you into the bed he doesn’t give a damn.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

During this time with you he enjoys taking his time with you and will continue on to do so unless he’s having one of those days, then you’re in for a ride and all intimacy until afterwards

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s done it before and will make it his personal mission to have you catch him doing it, I mean it’s not like he hasn’t caught you doing it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage, height kink, breeding (Again, Ariana), and choking. If you couldn’t tell he loves being in control

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the woods, in a tent, on the floor, in the bath. EVEN ON THE FUCKING CHIMERA, y’all are lucky it likes you

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One time you guys got ambushed by some bandits and htye tried to take advantage of, boy was he surprised when you took them all down by yourself, WITH your hands tied might I add!!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He won’t do knife play on you, won’t force you into it, and he won’t do anything without your consent. Remeber, concent first, no means no

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

WOOOO CHILE LET ME TELL YOU!!! This mans the physical version of “let me speek french between your legs”, cause GOD DAMN does he do amazing, you won’t even be able to feel your legs afterwards and that’s only the beginning

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It all really depends on his mood. If he’s angry be prepared and hold on. If  he’s a had a good day and Ariana’s asleep, it’ll be a calm but very sensual moment between the to of you, if you listen carefully you’ll hear him mumble “I’m sorry.”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Every once in a while when either of you are needy and there isn’t much time for a full sesion, he’ll pull you to the side and make it quick.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Y-y’all want me to go there? Ok. He’s fucked on Olympus, in the main hall. And in the bathhouse, while someone was in there... Y’all think I’m playing. Funniest thing is that Apollo came up to you and gave you your underwear and told you to be more careful. He teased you for weeks just because you’re his best friend and he thinks it’s hilarious 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Boy can go all night, all day and ask if you’re ready for another round, LIKE DAMN BOY ARE YOU TIRE YET?! HAVE YOU BROKEN A SWEAT YET!!?

(Don’t fucking smile at me asshole. Seraphim: You’re cute)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nah, ropes and his hands enough of a toy

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bruh, don’t get me started with him. He won’t you cum until he’s done, DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THATS GONNA TAKE?!?!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s pretty low unless he’s on the bottom getting dicked down or sucked off.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Is pansexual, you can’t tell me otherwise, and wants you to finger fuck him. I’M NOT TAKING IT BACK!!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bruh please y’all know damn well he’s packing the head and he’s packing A LOT

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

All you have  to do is pick up a sword and bend over and he’s ready to go right then and there.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Won’t sleep immediately after, but when you’re good and sleep, he’ll play with your hair, pull you closer to him and will fall asleep after.

[lizzy-williams]

𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

♡ Warnings: smut, language, bdsm...kinda?, dominate and submissive, drugs, threesomes. 

♡ Requested?: NO. I wanted to do this myself 

♡Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdpwA7bzrDE

Killing Me Softly With His Song by Fugees (slowed)

masterlist

((with this, I’m going more into depth of what this crazy kinky relationship is like, because I have a lot of ideas.))

HERE, read these first:

𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐱)

I N T R O  ●○●○●○●○●○●○●

✧ Okay, first thing’s first, there is a hierarchy that has formed. We all know Dominic is a little chaotic, and Colson is too, but Dominic is harder to control. AND YOU. ARE. BABY. So, we all know that Colson is the ultimate dominate. Dom’s in the middle, not as dominate, but will still fuck the shit out of you any day and not even say sorry. 

✧ They love when you’re compliant and submissive. They love being able to hold you like a teddy bear on their worst days (or fuck your brains out.) But they also love how innocent you seem. That is, until you get into the bedroom.

✧ They love how small you seem next to them, especially when you’re pressed up against them, clothed or not, their lanky arms wrapped around you. 

✧ So fucking protective of you. You love having your independence when the boys are away, but when their with you at any time, they become mama goose.

✧ They know your body more than you do, and that what makes it better. \

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D O M I N I C  ●○●○●○●○●○●○●

✮ We already know that he’ll be the softer out of the two boys. He loves spending time with you, hugging and kissing and cuddling until your face turns blue. He loves your innocence, even if you technically didn’t have it anymore. 

✮ He loves when you go out together, just you and him. Sure, he loves Colson, but he also loves to do things with just you, it seems more intimate. Going someplace like an arcade or the movies will make his month for sure. 

✮ His favorite position will FOREVER be the cowgirl. He loves watching our breasts bounce as you use him to pleasure yourself. That is, until he’s done with you having control, then he just pushes you down, chest to chest, and drives up into you. 

✮ Loves to hear you. Like when he hits the perfect spot inside you and you make a noise only he can force you to make... he’ll be on cloud 9.

✮ Finds degrading names almost impossible to use. Slut, whore, etc. He finds the attraction appalling, and would never call you degrading names. That’s Colson’s job.

✮ More of a handcuff type of guy. Don’t get me wrong, he loves seeing you in ropes and ties, but he would much rather prefer to have you wear a set of fabric covered cuffs, taking you however he wants. 

✮ Loves when you suck his fingers, especially his middle ones. He loves seeing his heart tattoo appear and disappear between your lips. 

✮ You do his makeup sometimes, and he loves it. It’s something special you two share, and you couldn’t ask for more. 

✮ Some things that he says that are attractive as fuck:

n s f w:

- “I love your pretty little noises,”

- “Tell me how good it feels,” 

- “You feel so fucking good, love,”

- “Daddy loves you... daddy loves you so fucking much.”

s f w: 

- “shh, I’ve got you,”

- “So fucking beautiful, baby,”

- “I love you to the moon and back, babygirl,”

- “Such a sweet thing, aren’t ya?” 

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C O L S O N  ●○●○●○●○●○●○●

♥ Colson loves you with everything in him. He’s never felt about this about anyone. Romantically, at least. 

♥ LOVES to spoil you. Whether it’s with clothes, technology, or a new collar, he loves to watch your face light up when he hands you something new... but lemme just tell you... your birthday is insane. 

 ♥ Likes wax play, not on him of course, but on you. He loves watching you squirm as the liquid turns solid against your exposed skin. 

♥ His favorite position has to be missionary. It might be simple, but it’s his favorite for a way more sinful reason. He loves to see the tummy bulge when he rams into you so deep, he can see the outline of his shaft inside you

♥ Hates to admit it, but he gets so weak when you praise him. He like communication during sex, and when you use communication to make him feel good, it drives him to the edge so fast. 

♥ Demands eye contact when you’re talking to him. If you don’t, he’ll lift your chin gently with his fingers. But if you’ve been a tease all day, he’ll simply just grab your jaw and shove you face first into a surface and take you right then and there. 

♥ You KNOW this bitch likes to fuck around with knives. Knife play is essential. He won’t cut too deep, and will take care of your wounds after you have your fun. Unless you pissed him off, in that case, he’ll leave you to clean them up yourself. 

♥ He hates when you’re a brat. While Dom may enjoy it, Colson hates it. Sometimes he feels so out of control of his life, and he at least wants to have control over one aspect of his life...

♥ Loves ice play. His pupils will dilate when you let out small whimpers. When it’s all melted, he’ll lick the water off of you. The heat difference between the cold water and his tongue feels so good. 

♥ Smoking weed after sex is a must, as long as you aren’t too tired, and on special days, you might even trip up on shrooms or LSD. Sex on drugs is different, because some senses are enhanced. 

♥ Working out together sometimes, which of course always leads to something else. 

♥ Spontaneous late night car rides. You’ll be on the couch chilling and all of a sudden you’ll hear colson rushing down the stairs, “Lets go for a drive”

♥ Some things that he says that are hot as fuck:

n s f w:

- “I know, baby, I know,” 

- “Look at me, princess,”

- “You love it when I fill you, don’t you...,”

- “ Such a good girl, you’re my good girl.”

- “Shhh, let daddy take care of it,”

s f w:

- “Come here, baby,” (in the context of you wanting a hug)

- “I can't get enough of you.”

- “I don't know what I'd do without you.”

- “You have my heart.”

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[ Y / N ]  ●○●○●○●○●○●○●

☾ You are quite the little submissive.

☾ Even though you love to please the two, you also love to provoke them. You like seeing how far you can take it before they finally snap. But if they’ve had a hard day, you’ll be the most precious sub in the world. 

☾ You love being together all in one group. Sure, having one on one time is nice, but when you’re all together, your the happiest. 

☾ You have your independence, but you also understand that a portion of your life is up to the people you love the most. But you’ve consented, knowing they would never do anything bad to you. You trust them. 

☾ Even though you’re submissive, you love the amount of power you have over your lovers. With one strip tease, they’ll go from wanting to get a blow job to the one wanting to give you head.

☾ You don’t have a favorite. You love them both to infinity and beyond. 

☾ When you truly are submissive, you feel happy and taken care of, because you are. The two boys love you more than anything, and you know it. You’ll always be with them. 

☾ You take pride in your looks. Hell, if two boys couldn’t keep their hands off of you, you must have been doing something right. 

☾ Always wearing one of the boy’s sweatshirts. They’re big on you, and it makes you feel warm and cozy even when their away, because their clothing always smells like them. 

☾ Alone days in the house are hard sometimes. You miss the boys and want to be with them. But they have busy lives. Sometimes one will be away on a tour while the other one is at home, or one is filming and the other is home. Worst case? When they’re both away. 

☾ But even when they’re gone for a long time, you’re treated so well, and the boys will make it a point to send extra money to your accounts and flowers to the house to tell you they miss you. 

☾ You and Colson always have matching nails. 

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B O N U S  ●○●○●○●○●○●○●

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YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM:

DOM: Physically, you love his lips. Their so big and plush, and they feel amazing to kiss. They make your stomach do summersaults. And they feel amazing when they’re between you legs. But mentally, you love Dom’s hyper demenor. When you’re feeling sad, you love seeing the bright look in his eyes. 

COLSON: You love how tall he is. His size compared to you makes you swoon, and he can pick you up easily. His looming sky scraper body type is also nice when you fall asleep together. 

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HIS FAVORITE OUTFIT ON YOU (NSFW)

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✼ DOMINIC: 

IT might seem simple, but that’s the while point. The simplicity of it makes it all the more easy to take off. It’s stunning and easy to remove? He’s all in. 

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✼ COLSON:

HE loves seeing you in something so lacy and subtle... the mesh makes it all the more alluring. And of course, pink is his favorite color on you. Pink is punk ladies and gentleman. Not to mention the collar... easier to pull you in. 

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HIS FAVORITE OUTFIT ON YOU (SFW)

✼ DOMINIC:

HE loves seeing you cozied up, because usually he’ll be the one to join you. He loves the feeling of you bundled up in his arms as you snuggle deeper into both the sweater and his arms. 

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✼ COLSON: 

WHEN you aren’t patting around in one of his sweatshirts and no pants, Colson likes seeing you in the clothes he would see you in before you all got together. It just makes him remember why he loves you. Not for the sex or the power dynamic, but for you. Who you are. And your clothes reflect that. 

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[whumpmatsus]

hush. [ Wakabamatsu ]

In which Jyushimatsu wakes up with a migraine, but his big brother is going to take good care of him, so... it’s okay.

Jyushimatsu doesn’t usually wake up easily, unless he hears Ichimatsu’s voice or all the rest of his brothers are arguing.

He’s so full of energy for most of the day, it’s like he recharges at night by sleeping so deeply. Even going to bed with the lights on doesn’t bother him like it might for, say, Ichimatsu. He’s also typically asleep before everyone else… though that doesn’t necessarily translate into being awake earlier.

Tonight, or maybe it’s really early in the morning, he’s woken up by the most excruciating physical pain he’s ever felt.

It feels like someone’s jabbing an ice pick into the left side of his head, right above his eye. The pain isn’t repetitive; rather, it doesn’t seem to actually stop at all. It’s just constant and there and awful.

Worse yet is the fact that it feels like the world is spinning. The sensation makes him panicky, his heart pounding against his ribs, because he knows he isn’t moving. He’s still as can be and it’s everything else that’s moving. Isn’t it?

He exerts what he thinks is an enormous amount of willpower into closing his eyes and clenching his fists. Maybe he’s dreaming? That’s it. He’s just dreaming about being on a boat or something.

It only takes a few seconds for him to decide that is not what’s going on. The rocking sensation is getting worse, and he’s not waking up, so this can’t be a dream.

He takes a breath and throws his hand to the side, frantically searching for his older brother beside him. “Ch… Choromatsu-nii-san…!” He tries to keep his eyes shut. If he opens them again, the pain in his head is going to intensify.

There’s a tired groan from beside him, and the sounds of Choromatsu trying to get his bearings. “Huhm… mmh… Jyushimatsu? Aaah…” He yawns. “Is everything okay?”

“No… no, I don’t feel good…” He wishes he could feel prideful about complaining or guilty for waking his big brother up. Normally, he would at least try to suffer on his own for a bit before going to one of his brothers. Instead, the pain overtakes everything else.

“Aaaah… it’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t worry, I’m right here to take care of you, alright?” Choromatsu is careful as always when he knows one of the others is feeling poorly, and he scoots closer. “Come here. Will it make you feel better if I hold you for a little bit?”

Jyushimatsu isn’t sure. However, as with most other situations, a hug certainly can’t hurt when he isn’t feeling well. “Ahahah… y-yeah, maybe… my head really hurts.” He turns over into his brother’s embrace, expecting to have an easier time calming down once he’s nestled against Choromatsu’s chest.

Choromatsu’s arms reach out to pull Jyushimatsu closer. “Ah, no… I’m sorry, Jyushi. It’s okay… I’ll rub it and maybe you can get back to sleep.”

That sounds nice, but it doesn’t get a chance to happen. Any possibility of peace evaporates as soon as Jyushimatsu rolls onto his side. He opens his eyes briefly only for his vision to wobble and darken. The spinning he’s been feeling takes half a second to blossom into full-on nausea, then he practically chokes on a gag.

It’s all the warning either of them get before suddenly he’s vomited into the space between them ― and, more embarrassingly, he’s pretty sure it splashed Choromatsu in the process.

“Ah! J-Jyushimatsu!” Despite what just happened, Choromatsu moves to pull Jyushimatsu closer to him in an attempt to comfort him, particularly when it becomes clear that his poor little brother has started to wail. “Oh, my God… Jyushi… h-hey, hey, it’s okay! D-don’t cry, please!”

The sound of someone, or maybe the entire rest of their brood, moaning awake on the other side of Choromatsu serves to do nothing except make the pounding in Jyushimatsu’s head louder. His own sobbing makes pressure against his skull and it’s sharp and why can’t he stop?

“Hey, what gives? Are you two assclowns trying to wake the whole fucking neighborhood?” Osomatsu’s voice is groggy and irritated, and it’s just one more thing driving that ice pick deeper into Jyushimatsu’s head.

Jyushimatsu can feel the vibration from the growl Choromatsu gives toward their eldest. “God, would you calm your tits? Jyushimatsu threw up.”

“In the futon?!”

“Are you kidding me right now? He couldn’t help it!”

Osomatsu whines for a second, which is exactly no help to Jyushimatsu’s headache, but then he just yawns. “Geez… what happened??”

“I don’t know…” Choromatsu’s hand combs lightly through his brother’s hair, though it’s not any significant relief. Mostly it makes Jyushimatsu feel less self-conscious; if Choromatsu isn’t freaking out and moving away, he’s probably more worried about Jyushimatsu’s wellbeing than with the fact that he and the futon just got puked on. “He woke me up and said he didn’t feel good, that his head hurt. Then he rolled over so I could hold him, and… threw up.”

Jyushimatsu whimpers pitifully, trying to wipe at his mouth. “I f-feel seasick… my eyes are all blurry… my head hurts really bad…”

Choromatsu lets out a quiet, “Oh…” like he’s had some big moment of realization about what’s going on. “Jyushi… did you feel sick to your stomach before you moved?”

“Mnh-mnh. It just felt like… the world was spinning… still feels like that. I thought I was d-dreaming about being on a boat… then when I moved… my stomach went all flip-floppy… feels a little better now.”

“Okay, okay… that’s good, at least. What about your head? Is the pain mostly on one side?”

“Uh-huh. Like someone’s… trying to drill into my brain right above my left eye…”

“Aw. Gosh. Well, in that case…” He leans down to press a kiss to Jyushimatsu’s head, and pats his back in reassurance. “Sounds like a migraine to me. Like a headache times a thousand, complete with a side of vertigo and aura. I’m sorry Osomatsu is such a dick that he yelled at us.”

“WHAT?! I’m not a dick! I’m just tired!”

Choromatsu hisses as the noise makes Jyushimatsu flinch. “Those things aren’t mutually exclusive, you jackass. And would you show some Goddamn concern for your baby brother over here? You’re talking loud and making him more miserable.”

“You just―” Osomatsu stops dead as he seems to realize that he’s literally just proving Choromatsu’s point. “― Ah, shit, sorry, Jyushi. Uhhh. What are we supposed to do for this? Besides get out of the futon and go set up camp in the living room for the night?”

“Yeah,” comes a low, sleep-husky voice Jyushimatsu recognizes as Ichimatsu’s. “Is there anything we can do? The last time I had a headache that made me blow chunks, I was out of it for the rest of the day and still felt all hazy once it was gone.”

Jyushimatsu almost starts crying again at the thought of feeling so bad for an entire day. He settles for sniffling and tucking his painful head under Choromatsu’s chin.

The action gets the third eldest’s attention, as he’s immediately pulled in closer and gets another kiss on the head. “Aah, well… most of the time, a migraine kind of has to go away on its own. We can try giving him painkillers and making it as dark as possible in here and keeping things quiet…”

Totty snorts. “So keep Osomatsu-nii-san away from him, then.”

“Oh, you two-faced little―”

“Osomatsu-nii-san! Where are your manners? Jyushimatsu-nii-san’s head!”

“I don’t have manners at 5 in the morning on a Monday!”

“Dear brothers, why are we all sniping at each other? Should we not instead be trying to help our little Jyushimatsu?”

“Like you could be any help. Just being around you has to be causing him more pain, Shittymatsu.”

“Cut it the fuck out, all of you!” Choromatsu’s voice comes out in a vicious whisper as he continues to cradle Jyushimatsu. “None of you are helping right now. You guys just… get your pillows, get some extra blankets, and head into the living room. I’ll get Jyushimatsu and I changed, we’ll move over to a clean part of the futon, and I’ll spend the rest of the night in here with him.”

There’s a distinct pause, which almost sounds louder than if anyone had said anything. Finally Ichimatsu speaks up again. “Are you sure? I can stay.”

“No, no, it’s okay, Ichimatsu. I’ve got it. You know I’ll take good care of him.”

Ichimatsu lets out a soft sigh. “… Yeah, I know. Let us know if we can help.”

“I will. You guys go try to get some sleep, okay?”

The other four murmur some well wishes, probably trying not to make things worse, and the sound of the door sliding open is sort of like a knife cutting through Jyushimatsu’s mind. He curls up tighter against Choromatsu, looking for protection.

Though, unfortunately, based on what his big brother said a minute ago, there’s nothing that can really be done to take away the pain. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, sniffling again. “I didn’t m-mean to throw up on you…”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. Jyushimatsu, it’s okay. You don’t feel well. It’s not like you wanted to do it.” Choromatsu rubs Jyushimatsu’s back a few times, giving a cautious squeeze to his whole body. “You don’t need to be sorry. Now, listen. I’m gonna close the curtains and blinds and go change my clothes real fast, then I’m gonna try to see if I can get you cleaned up and change your shirt, too. You’re a little dirty… I don’t want you getting nauseous again from the smell. After that I’m gonna carry you to the other side of the futon, and… we’ll make sure the other side gets cleaned up later when you feel better.”

Okay. Okay, that sounds like not too bad of a plan. He can do that, right? It sounds like Choromatsu is going to be the one doing most of the work, so Jyushimatsu shouldn’t have to move too much. That would be ideal; he feels like if he moves to roll onto his back or anything, he might be sick again. “Okay.”

“Okay? Okay. Good, uh… hm… if we can get some painkillers in you, it might help take the edge off the migraine. Do you think maybe you could get some medicine down with a few sips of water?”

“I… I dunno… maybe.” The thought of swallowing anything isn’t pleasant. But if it could potentially take a little bit of the pain away, he can try. What’s the worst thing that could happen? He might hurl again? At least he’ll have given it a shot.

He feels Choromatsu pull away from him. “Alright, we’ll try it, then. I’ll bring a trashcan in here just in case you throw up again. And, ah, let’s see… sometimes an ice pack against your head helps. Want me to bring one?”

He barely resists the urge to nod, because he knows that would be a terrible idea right now. “Mhm.”

“Alright. You just… lie still and don’t move, okay? I’ll be back in a few minutes. Let me see if I can get it a little darker in here…”

There’s a brief rattling sound that comes along with Choromatsu trying to shut the blinds, then a fabric-shifting noise from the curtains.

Instantly the soft sunlight which was trying to filter in is blocked. Despite the fact that it’s not totally pitch black, it feels like shadows have descended on the room. Cool, greyish shadows that are protecting him from the agony of anything bright.

A few minutes seems kind of like an eternity to Jyushimatsu at the moment. He’s still a little dizzy even with his eyes clamped shut, although the nausea has faded into almost nothing, thank goodness. The sharp pain in his head continues, and he’s partially convinced that it’s going to split him in half.

Everything is awful. He’s used to being the one who can tolerate the most extreme things and often is fully involved in those things. Yet, right now, everything is too much. Even his own thoughts are too loud.

The only movement he makes is to reach up a trembling hand and touch his head in some childish hope that holding it will make the hurt stop. Unlike Choromatsu’s gentle kisses, however, just touching the epicenter of the migraine sends a horrible shockwave of pain through his whole body.

When Choromatsu returns, he returns to his little brother curled up in a ball, breathing deeply and still mewling in intense discomfort.

“Hey, Jyushi… I’m back.” He keeps his voice low as he kneels down, giving another couple of rubs to Jyushimatsu’s back. “You doing okay?”

Ugh, why would he ask that?? Jyushimatsu wants to be angry, he is a little annoyed… but Choromatsu is trying to take care of him. He can’t be too pissed when all his big brother wants is to make him as comfortable as possible. “No… it hurts.”

“Aah, I know, I know… I’m sorry. Is it okay if I try to change your shirt now? I can probably do it without making you sit up, if I’m careful… you’ll have to raise your arms, though.”

“Uh-huh… okay.”

“I will have to sit you up to take the medicine in a minute.” His hand pulls at the bottom of Jyushimatsu’s shirt, starting to roll it up. “I’ve got a trashcan here if you think you’re gonna be sick again. Just give a big squeeze to any part of me you can reach if you need to throw up, okay?”

“Mmh, okay…”

It’s a slow process as Choromatsu gradually manages to get Jyushimatsu’s shirt up off him. Jyushimatsu raises his arms when prompted, and that little motion makes him feel like he’s swaying even more than he already felt like. He’s able to keep them up until his brother gets his arms and head through the new shirt, thank goodness.

How he doesn’t accidentally roll into the mess he made in the futon is beyond him. He mostly credits that to Choromatsu, though. It feels like his big brother is holding him pretty steady, from what he can tell.

“There we go,” Choromatsu sighs, with a sound like he’s dusting his hands off. “Do you think you’ll be okay to sit up and take the medicine?”

Before he can stop himself, a small whine comes out. “I… I changed my mind, Choromatsu-nii-san. I think I’ll puke if I sit up and try to swallow anything…”

Choromatsu’s hand kneads gingerly at the base of Jyushimatsu’s neck. Even among everything else, it’s a comforting gesture. “Hey, hey, that’s fine. The water and medicine will still be here when you feel like you’re okay to take it. I’m just gonna carry you over to the other side of the futon now, okay? I’m gonna pick you up, and I’ll go really slow. You gonna be alright?”

“Mmm… y-yeah, I think so. Not too fast… right?”

“Right. And just tell me if you need me to stop for a second. Here we go, okay?”

Jyushimatsu braces himself for the movement, and true to Choromatsu’s word, he’s lifted up very gingerly, in a series of tiny moves rather than one swift one. He keeps his eyes shut as his brother makes a little adjustment, with one arm under Jyushimatsu’s legs and one supporting his back, and his head cradled against Choromatsu’s chest.

Despite his pain, Jyushimatsu finds the energy to give a weak laugh. “Haha… upsy-daisy…”

Choromatsu chuckles along, a barely-there breath of amusement. “Yeah, upsy-daisy. You remember… that one day when we were all kids, and Mom took us to the beach ― that day it was sunny in the morning but started raining when we’d only been in the water for like half an hour?”

“Oh, yeah… hehe… and then we made a beach in the living room when we got home… because I put a bucketful of sand in our tote bag before we started swimming, hehe.”

“Yeah, that’s right! I remember Osomatsu, Karamatsu, and I each grabbed one of you younger guys… Osomatsu grabbed Totty, and Karamatsu grabbed Ichimatsu, and I grabbed you. We carried you out of the water and into the car, haha… running to get out of the rain as fast as we could.”

After a second, Jyushimatsu is laid down in that same careful way Choromatsu picked him up, and having a clean part of the futon under him feels a lot better. Soon enough his older brother is lying next to him, gingerly guiding him into a hug to comfort him. “I remember holding you in my arms way back then just like I did a minute ago. I held you really close and tried to keep you from getting wet, haha.”

“Mmm.” Jyushimatsu snuggles in closer and buries his face in Choromatsu’s chest to try and shut out whatever light might be left. “I think I remember that, too. Hahah… you’re a good big brother. Trying to keep me safe.”

Choromatsu’s hand strokes through Jyushimatsu’s hair; long, syrupy strokes that feel much better than when he tried to hold his head himself. The ice pack must have been set down close, because something cold and soothing is held against the left side of his head. “W-well, you know… you’re a good little brother… worthy of being kept safe.”

“Haha. All the rest of your little brothers… they can suck it, right?”

He snorts, and thank God, it doesn’t disrupt the peace they’ve both been trying to cultivate. “Aah, no… all my brothers are worthy of being kept safe. Even the jackass eldest and the hollow monster baby. But, I mean… don’t tell them I said that.”

Jyushimatsu breathes in and out a few times as he settles in to hopefully get some sleep. “No, no, no… it’d go to their heads.”

“Heh, good. Speaking of dreaming… let’s try to get some rest, okay? Fingers crossed you’ll be feeling better after a little more sleep. If not, at least you won’t be totally conscious for some of the pain. I’ll take the ice pack off in a few minutes here, and all you have to do is let me know if you need anything. Sound like a plan?”

“Mhm. Nighty night, Choromatsu-nii-san.”

A warm breath of a sigh hits the top of his head. In a way, just having his big brother close like this is more comforting than any other remedy he could have suggested. “Night, Jyushi. Feel better soon or else I’m just gonna have to keep taking care of you.”

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One Chance (one shot)

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Request:  hey so i was thinking could you might do a regulus x reader where the reader is like sassy or maybe all cold hearted? i honestly love ur page but i cant never relate with the reader bc she is always too soft 😭 maybe like if they understood each others depression and then end up falling in love? idk how to explain

To the annon who requested this: I hope that you enjoy

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M

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“Y/n, Regulus Black has been looking at you for the past 10 minutes.” 

You didn’t bother looking up from your potions book when your friend Anastasia spoke. The last thing that you wanted to deal with was Regulus Black and his stupid good looks. 

“He needs to look somewhere else.”

You commented. Regulus Black had been staring at you a lot lately and it was beginning to get under your skin. Before a few weeks ago Regulus had nothing to do with you. It didn’t matter that the two of you had always been in the same house for the past 6 years or that the two of you had friends in the same circle. In fact, he took extra measure to not speak to you. 

The best that you could come up with was he was uncomfortable with you going on a date with his old brother. Your heart hurt thinking about that particular time in your life. That was when you were an innocent sweet 4th year. Sirius dated you for all of a week before dumping you for some pretty Ravenclaw with blond hair and big boobs. 

This was also the time that your depression really started kicking in. You weren't quite sure how to deal with all of the feelings swirling through your head. From dealing with your first break up to all of these dark and intrusive thoughts...you didn’t know how to cope. None of your friends seemed to understand either. A few of them chose to ignore what you were going through. The rest didn’t know how to deal with constant sarcastic comments. Now you had a few that stuck with you because it was in their best interest. If someone bothered them, you would chew the miserable fuckers ass out that caused them grief. This was a healthier outlet than sinking a knife into your arm. 

Being at home was no better. Your mum tried to constantly get you off of the couch to do things but she didn’t seem to understand that you wanted nothing to do with whatever she was doing. Her words of…

“Stop lying on the couch like a giant hairball and do something. Go enjoy the day.” 

Apparently you mother didn’t understand that you definition of “enjoying the day” meant being left the fuck alone. 

That is one of the reasons that you preferred being at school. You could find peaceful places to be left alone.

Anastasia spoke again, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“He probably thinks that you are pretty, Y/n. You really are a lovely girl.”

“Go get your eyes checked. Anna, I have as much luck with boys as a turtle does crossing the road.” 

You muttered as the bell rang. 

Not a moment too soon. 

You thought as you stood to gather up your things. You were getting away from Anastasia and her mind numbing questions. Walking to the door you ran into a hard body. 

Looking up, Regulus Black had turned around to just who the fuck ran into him. He blinked a few times the moment that your eyes met. 

“Watch where you are going, Black.”

You hissed. Regulus automatically frowned. 

“You ran into me.” 

“So, you aren’t moving fast enough?”

You replied, not missing a beat. Regulus seemed a bit surprised by your comment. He wasn’t for sure why you were hostile toward him. In all of the years that he had known you, with the exception of year 1 and 2, you acted like he had personally fucked you over. 

Regulus couldn’t help admitting that you were a lovely girl but your sarcastic hostile nature was a bit off putting. He had decided the year before just to avoid you at all costs. This year, however, he understood more about you. You were as depressed as he was. Regulus never understood it until this year. 

Over the summer, Sirius ran off to James Potter’s abandoning his family. Regulus didn’t know how to put into words how he felt about it either. There was sinking in the middle of his stomach that never seemed to go away. It was there when he went to sleep at night and was waiting when he awoke the next morning. Regulus honestly never thought that he would be happy again. 

He figured that returning to school would soothe those feelings. Regulus would be back with his best friends and would have no reason to think of Sirius. Unfortunately, the moment that he stepped into the great hall and saw his brother sitting at the Gryffindor table smiling and laughing. There was clearly no sadness in Sirius over the events of the summer. This sent Regulus into a deeper depression. His brother didn’t miss him and never would.

“You know most people just say excuse me and go on about their business.” 

Regulus replied. 

“Just get out of my way.”

You hissed and moved to get around him. Regulus honestly didn’t deserve your venom. He, after all, had done absolutely nothing to you. 

He hasn’t done anything to you but you have no reason to trust him. Regulus will probably be just like his brother. You’ll get attached and have your heart broken. 

You thought. It wasn’t fair to compare Regulus to Sirius when they were obviously such different people but you couldn’t help it. Most guys, no matter the house, was the same. 

As you walked down the hall, you wanted nothing more than to have some time alone. You decided to walk down to the lake. A free period was just what you needed! 

Sitting down, you took out a book and quietly began to read. It wasn’t until you were on paragraph two did you realize that someone was standing in front of you. Looking up, again your eyes met Regulus Black’s. 

“What now, Black?” 

You questioned. He put his hands on his hips feeling a bit annoyed. After the exchange in the potions, he decided that it was time for both of you to have a little chat. 

“You and I need to talk.”

“Whatever about?”

You questioned as he sat down. 

“I want to know why you hate me so bad?”

“I never said that I hated you.” 

Regulus chuckled. 

“Sure could have fooled me. You are always glaring at me like I personally offended you.” 

You put your book down. 

“I just don't like being oogled by some guy who is going to screw me over.” 

Regulus raised an eyebrow. 

“You don’t know me.” 

“Yeah, I know your brother. All guys are the same so it doesn’t matter who you are.”

The response came out a little snipper than you planned. Standing up, you turned to storm back to the castle. Just who the fuck did Regulus think that he was? So what if he was a member of the Black family? 

Woo-freaking-who.

“First, off you don’t know anything about me. I am nothing like my brother. If you would give me a bloody chance you would see that. I see what you are doing Y/n. I get it you use sarcasm and cold humor to cope. I do it too. As much as you want to come across as this tough girl who doesn’t need anyone, you're actually quite lonely…again I get it.” 

You stopped before turning to face Regulus. He sat with his knees drawn to his chest. Dark eyes looked up at you with an intensity that you had never seen on his face before. 

“I don’t like this, Regulus.”

He smirked. 

“You don’t like someone figuring out who you are, Y/n. You don’t want people seeing that inside you are actually in pain. Again, I can relate.” 

Regulus stood and walked down closer to the lake. 

“My brother, who I know that you dated and I know he did you wrong, he abandoned our family over the summer. Now...everything is up to me. I am the only heir to the Black family. I have to do everything and I don’t fucking want to. I want to do whatever it is I want and there not be repercussions for my actions. However, that won’t be able to happen now.” 

You frowned and watched him curiously. 

“And why is that? Why can’t you just walk away? You’ll be an adult soon. Tell them to fuck off.”

Regulus laughed. 

“If only it were that easy. You see my mother, she depends on me and I can’t let her down. If you knew my family, you would understand.”

You had heard plenty of rumors about the Black family. Regulus’ mother sounded like the typical pureblood mother. Maybe a bit darker than what your mother was but a pureblood mother all the same. 

“I’m sure our families are very similar. Lovely bunch, purebloods.” 

Regulus laughed bitterly at that. There wasn’t much that was lovely about being a pureblood when your mother was Walburga Black. 

“Then you will understand why we have to do things that we don’t want to do. For example, being a death eater.” 

“Regulus…”

He automatically pulled up his sleeve to show you the dark mark on his arm. Regulus wasn’t surprised when you made no facial expression. He had a feeling that you had seen your fair share of dark marks lately. 

“My mother and father were okay with me doing it. Actually, they were quite proud that their son was doing the right thing...the just thing. I think I am too...at points. There are other times that I am not for sure. I see your face. You have the same expression. I bet you about 10 galleons, if you pull up your sleeves there are going to very similar cut marks...sometimes it gets too much.” 

You looked down. For the first time, your tough exterior faded. 

“You do it too...cut your wrists?”

Regulus nodded. 

“Physical pain is better than mental pain, at times. Maybe we understand each other more than we thought?” 

Your crossed arms slowly dropped to your sides.

“Maybe. We could also really hurt each other.” 

Regulus’ hopeful smile fell. 

“Or help each other. I don’t know what my brother did to you but I’m not him. Sirius and I have nothing in common except our last names. I mean, our last name is literally all that we have in common. You’ll get stupid bullshit with him. I’m on my A game. You wouldn’t have to guess what you were to me. All that you have to do is give me a chance. If it makes you feel better...I know where my brother is about this time of day and...well...sometimes Sirius isn’t so bright.” 

You snorted. 

“You could say that again. Fine, you have a chance. Don’t mess it up Regulus.” 

Regulus held out his hand with a small smile. Something told you to be wary. The depressive side said, no but something deep inside of you said yes.

You reached out and wrapped your hand around Regulus’. He gave you a small smile before tugging in you with him.  

“This is going to be funny.” 

You slipped through quiet corridors behind Regulus as he checked for any “little eyes” that would get into his way. He finally stopped the moment that he saw Sirius and James standing in an empty hallway playing “exploding snap.”

Regulus lightly elbowed you in the side before grinning. He had his wand out and muttered something low. You weren’t able to make out what he said but it didn’t matter. It looked as if someone had a bucket of water and dumped it all over Sirius and James. Both boys jumped back looking around wildly as another explosion of water knocked them off of their feet. James hit the ground first. Sirius reached out to help his best friend only to get hit in the face with water for the third time. He was knocked off his feet and directly on top of James. His elbow crashing into James’ crotch. James howled in pain as Sirius started rubbing his head where he hit the stone floor. 

“Pads, stop. You're killing me!”

James shrieked. Sirius was yelling about how truly sorry he was over and over. 

You, meanwhile, had to hold back a fit of rare laughter. Regulus, himself, was grinning as he turned the floor to ice. Both James and Sirius were sliding all over the place all the while screaming curse words after curse words.

“Whoever you are! We are going to fuck you up!” 

Sirius yelled as Regulus reached down and squeezed your hand. 

“This is where we make our exit. They are going to be sliding around for a while.” 

You ran after Regulus, until he pulled you into an empty classroom 

“That was fun.”

He commented. 

“Fucking brilliant. Watching them slide all over the place while looking like drowned ferrets was the best fun that I have had in awhile.” 

Regulus smiled, giving you a cocky smile. 

“That’s only the beginning. I have a lot better material...if you want to watch.” 

You reached up and pulled the taller boy down by his tie. Regulus was clearly a bit surprised but leaned right into the kiss. When he pulled away, you tossed your hair over his shoulder. 

“Watching is for babies. I want to help.” 

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The Fun Fair ~ PJM [M] [Reqest]

↬↬↬Word Count: 2.6K

↬↬↬Genre: ANGST

↬↬↬Pairing:Jimin x Fem!Reader

↬↬↬A/N: I personally don’t like the term crazy so I’m not going into too much of what happens with Jimin afterwards but I hope this is okay.

↬↬↬TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suggestive comments made my drunken men, men grabbing you, drunken states, murder, blood, angst, physical abuse.

It had been three months since Jimin and she who shall never be named again had broken up and you had finally picked up the pieces of his shattered heart and put them back together. Three months since your best friend showed up on your doorstep crying and sobbing about how she'd ripped his heart out and broken it into pieces, you wanted to kill her the moment he showed up. You'd warned her when they first started dating that if she ever hurt him you'd kill her, rip her head off and a bunch of other threats that slipped your mind. 

"You okay?" Jimin asked as he looked up at you, you were on his sofa looking at the TV screen as you watched some Romantic movie about how the friend and the best friend always got together at the end of the movie and it made you think of your crush on Jimin. 

"Wanna go out?" You spat out before you could even think about what you were saying, Jimin started at you while he blinked. 

"What?"

"I mean- No...Yes, do you want to go out on a date?" If he started laughing you could just tell him you meant with someone else other than you but if he agreed then all of your dreams were going to come true and you wouldn't have to hide how you truly felt about him anymore. 

"With you?" He wasn't laughing so that was a good sign, you nodded slowly at him and bit your lip. Jimin wasn't going to lie to himself and say he'd never thought about it before because he had before he had started dating Mina he'd been hung up on you. 

"We don't have to, I thought it would be fun there's the new funfair-" His lips on yours cut off your rambling when he kissed you and you smiled against his lips leaning into the kiss, sparks flying off your body as he drew you closer by wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Funfair date tomorrow it is," He whispered to you cupping your chin in his hand and smiling as you got shy under his touch. 

"I'll meet you by the hook-a-duck booth?" He suggested as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip, it had been where you used to meet whenever the funfair was in town when you were kids. 

"Sounds good to me Jiminie," You whispered kissing him again as you got up from the sofa and began walking towards your apartment door, he chuckled wrapping his arms around you and kissing you again. 

"I never thought I'd get to do that you know," He laughed softly as you stood at the door just talking. While you were both lost talking about the details of your date tomorrow you hadn't noticed Mina's best friend walking past your apartment and snapping a photo of you both together, sending it to Mina to ask what was happening. 

Mina had told everyone that she and Jimin were just on a short term break while she worked her way around things and not the truth, that she'd cheated on him with most of her guy friends. That was the thing about Mina, she craved the love and attention she got from everyone around her it was as though she was addicted to the dopamines. 

"I'll see you tomorrow night okay?" Jimin chuckled kissing you a final time as he tried to force himself to leave your apartment, he wanted to go home and get ready and you needed to spend the entire night pampering yourself. 

While you got ready for your date that night Jimin went out to buy you some flowers to bring with him - he was going to bring your favourite ones, he was about to leave his apartment when he saw Mina walking up his driveway crying. He frowned looking as her shoulders shook, holding a tissue to her nose as he heard small sobs falling from her lips,

"J-Jimin!" She wept loudly running towards him and throwing her arms around him, just like that you melted out of his brain and the only thing that matter was making sure Mina was okay. 

"What happened?!" He panicked tilting her head up to look at him as he frowned looking into her eyes, 

"I'm sorry! W-What I did! It was so wrong, Jimin I'm so sorry." She pushed him into the apartment and kicked the door shut as she sobbed into his arms, begging for his forgiveness for everything she'd done to him. 

"I-I was stupid, I just craved attention and I'm sorry Jimin...It won't happen again." She whimpered looking into his eyes as she pleaded with him to take her back staring into his eyes as she cried hysterically. 

"Mina-"

"Jimin I'll never hurt you again, I love you too much to ever hurt you again." She whispered running her hand over his cheek, as soon as she touched him he fell into her trap. Giving in and kissing her roughly as they made out on the sofa, 

"Fuck I missed you so much!" She cried out, running her hands down his shirt and towards his jeans. While he kissed her neck she rolled her eyes at everything he was doing, she didn't want to be there but she didn't want him to go out with you so she was going to do everything she could to keep him there tonight. He was hers and no-one else could have him even if she didn't want him just yet.

"I need you Jimin," She moaned kissing down his neck while her hands worked on undoing the jeans he was wearing, 

"F-Fuck I missed you too." He whimpered pushing his jeans down and moaning out as she touched him for the first time in months her hands pumping him slowly as she kissed him roughly. No one could ever replace her in his eyes, she was going to be the only one he would ever need. 

Biting your lip you checked the time again, it was getting late and dark which meant soon enough the fair would be packed with people who were drunk and you hated the thought of it.

"Jimin call me? You're an hour late and I'm getting worried," You heard giggling coming from in front of you and you looked up to see Mina's friends walking by shutting up as soon as they saw you looking at then. You shook it off as if it was nothing and tried Jimin again but there was no response. 

"Hey, baby!" Your heart filled with hope as you heard a voice calling out but when you turned around you saw two drunken men walking towards you so you stepped out of the way pretending to be busy on your phone.

"What's up? Date stand you up?" One asked as he stood in front of you, the smell of Vodka dripped from him as if he'd been bathing in the stuff and the one behind you chuckled as he held onto your arms. 

"We just wanna hang out baby girl, why don't we go on one of the rides?" You shook your head trying to answer them but the one in front laughed, 

"Don't be nervous, you can ride me if you want." You shoved him away from you trying to get out of their grasp but he didn't like it,

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" He yelled grabbing onto your wrist tightly and pulling you into his chest so he could look deep into your eyes,

"Well?! Who do you think you are?!" You were growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing second and people around you ignored the scene as if they couldn't see it so you stomped onto his foot and tried to make a run for it only to have the second guy drag you into his arms. Pinning your arms down by your side as a hat was placed into your mouth to stop you from screaming. 

"You're a fucking dirty bitch!" The first one yelled slapping you across the face as they began to take you behind the booths, you tried screaming out for help from people but hardly anyone was around and the hat inside of your mouth was muffling your cries for help.

"Leave me alone!" You whimpered as he ripped the hat from your mouth, the first one kicked the back of your knees knocking you down onto the ground so you would have to kneel in front of them and then took both of your arms and pinned them behind your back. 

"Keep your mouth shut!" A pocket knife was pulled from the first man's pocket and pressed against your cheekbone cutting into the skin, 

"Such a pretty face, it's a shame it has to get so wasted," The blade stung as it cut down your cheek and dug into your skin, you could already feel the blood dripping down, 

"Why are you doing this?!" You asked them as you fought to get out of the other man's grasp but he only tightened his hold on you. 

"Because it's fun because we can and we have before." You struggled against the grasp when you got a slap across the cheek,

"D-Done what before?" You stuttered out watching the man in front of you with the knife, 

"Killed. It's fun you know, watching the life of someone drain out from them right in front of your eyes." You whimpered trying to kick yourself up but he lunged himself towards your pushing the small blade into your side and twisting it, only to do it again and again until he felt satisfied with himself. 

Jimin woke up with Mina in his arms, snuggling against him when he heard his phone vibrating, he had 60 missed calls from your phone and a text. 

[Y/N]: Help! SOS! Along with five siren emojis beside it, he tried calling you but the phone was cutting straight to your voicemail, he shifted out from under Mina. The only time you ever used those emojis was when it was in a real emergency and panicked washed through him as he realised where he was supposed to meet you and when, 

"Where are you going?" Mina asked looking at him, 

"Y/n, I think something's wrong, I'll be right back-"

"Jimin stay with me," She whined holding onto his arms but he told her that he had to do this, that it was something serious. 

"Whatever, I don't care. I won't be here when you get back," She scoffed looking at him as she got changed into her own clothes, he had no time to waste on asking her what the problem was he just sprinted out to his car and drove to the fair. 

"Y/N!?" Jimin screamed out in the almost empty park, it was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack, he began calling out your name before ringing you but your phone wasn't connecting to anything it was just going to your answering machine, 

"Y/n?!" He called out but that was when he heard a strangled version of his name, 

"Y/n?!" He panicked rushing over to the hook-a-duck section that was closed when he saw your legs poking out from behind the booth, 

"Y/n...What are you doing down here?" As soon as his eyes landed on you he called for help, dialling for an ambulance on his phone as he took you into his arms. He didn't care about the blood that was coming from you, you looked up at him weakly your head feeling too heavy to hold up anymore. 

"You came," You stuttered out looking up at him and smiling weakly, he smiled softly at you and nodded.

"I came, I know I'm late but I g-got held up," He didn't need to tell you what had held him up right now all that matter was getting you some help, he told the ambulance where he was and he held you close to him trying to keep you warm. 

"I'm cold Jimin," You whispered to him as you felt a shiver run through your body, you could barely feel your feet anymore and you were starting to feel dizzy, 

"Save your breath okay? We'll get you to the hospital and they'll warm you up." He whispered laying his jacket over your arms and trying to support you but you shook your head at him, you both knew you weren't going to make it through this. You'd lost too much blood and the world was starting to sound as though everything was further away than it was. 

"T-They were wearing all black," You whimpered trying to describe the men to him so he would be able to catch them before they did this to someone else.

"T-The one that had the knife he had a scar along his lips as if someone had tried to put a smile into it." He shook his head at you begging you not to keep talking. That he would get you safe and you could tell the police all of this yourself, 

"J-Jimin I-I love you." You whispered to him as you felt your hands going numb, 

"You're saying goodbye," He whimpered looking at you as you nodded at him, you were too tired to fight it off anymore. You'd tried phoning for the ambulance yourself but your phone died after calling Jimin so much and now you were too tired to do anything.

"I love you." You repeated as your version began to blur, he sobbed shaking his head as you looked up at him biting down on your lip, he pulled you closer promising not to let go until he got you some help.

"Jimin it's been a year now, how are you feeling?" What kind of question was that? The doctor stared at him while she waited for an answer but Jimin stayed silent and turned to look out of the window. 

"Does anyone else in the group want to talk?" Everyone in the room began talking about their experiences but Jimin just stared down at the grass that was in the hospital garden. 

"Cat got your tongue?!" Hoseok - one of the other patients asked as he came up behind Jimin. He hadn't even noticed that the group therapy was out of session until Hoseok grabbed his attention away from the window. 

"Sorry Hobi, I haven't been sleeping again," Hoseok laughed sitting across from him, 

"We both know I have the opposite problem of that." Hoseok was in the hospital - narcolepsy - he'd been left there and he and Jimin grew close over their time there together. Jimin had spent most of his time here after you died, you'd died in his arms and he began to see you everywhere, every time he went to sleep you were in his dreams and then you began appearing around the house. After a while his friends took him to see someone who advised he come into the hospital to be watched and ever since he'd never left, he never wanted to. It felt it was a good punishment since he blamed himself for you dying that night he blamed himself for everything if he hadn't had fallen dumb to Mina he never would have left you alone that night and you would still be there with him.

"Come on, I know how to get some extra pudding," Hoseok said, he knew where Jimin's head was going and he wasn't about to let him suffer alone. 

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[sunmoonandeddie]

i don’t need a roof

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3,496

summary: Bucky thinks he’s running out of time, and needs to make sure his girl knows she’s taken care.

warnings: Bad words, almost death

a/n:  So this was inspired by this song from Big Fish the Musical.  There are lyrics from the song in the dialogue.  Also, this is the brownstone they were talking about.  Also I’m so sorry if this hurts, but there is a happy ending.

Bucky was cold.  In all the time that you’d known him (three years and four months, actually), he’d never once been cold.  He’d always been your own personal space heater, even before the two of you started dating.

But as you held him in your arms, his head on your chest, you were struck with the fact that he was cold.

The HYDRA agents that were holding you had injected him with something a few days ago, some glowing liquid that made a weight appear in the pit of your stomach.  But you could only watch as they injected it into his bloodstream.  You were too weak to do anything, too weak to protect the love of your life.

When the agent holding you had let you go, letting your kneecaps hit the concrete floor with a thud, you’d rushed to him, holding him as close as you could.

You’d never seen him in so much physical pain.  The super soldier serum was trying it’s best to keep up with whatever he’d been injected with, but it was like it set his blood on fire.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered as you rocked him back and forth, your head resting on top of his.  You didn’t realize you were crying until you tasted the saltiness of your tears on your lips.  It was all your fault.  You were the reason that you two got captured, and had been held in this cell for at least a week.

At least they hadn’t separated you.  You would’ve gone absolutely feral if they had even tried that, not to mention what Bucky would have done.

“Agent Twelve, on your right!  Incoming!”

You turned to see a HYDRA agent with his knife in hand, ready to strike.  You waited for just a second for him to get close enough, before ducking and sweeping out his legs in the same motion, catching his own knife in your hand and shoving it into his throat.  “Got him,” you said, yanking the knife out with a wince.

The sound of someone choking on their own blood as they died was never one you could get used to.

This was supposed to be an in and out mission.  An hour or two, tops, with minimal fighting.

But your intel was wrong, and you’d been led into the trap.

It felt like with every agent you took down, two more appeared.  They kept multiplying, like bunnies.

“No, not like bunnies,” you mused to yourself as you fought off two more agents.  “I like bunnies.  These guys—”  You grunted as you wrapped your legs around one of the guy’s heads, squeezing and twisting just as Natasha taught you to do.  “These guys are fuckin’ rats!”

You could hear Bucky snorting on the commlink, and spotted him shaking his head in amusement as he took down three separate agents at once across the airfield you two were currently fighting on.

God, your man was fucking hot.

An entire year, eleven months, and twenty-four days together, and he still made you sweat like a teenager going through puberty anytime you saw him.

Which reminded you.  You had your two-year anniversary in, like, six days.  You knew that he definitely had something special planned, the secret romantic that he was.  Fuck, you needed something to do for him.  Despite the fact that he always said you didn’t have to, you wanted to.  You wanted to make your man feel just as special as he made you feel.

Flowers.  You could start with flowers.  People were always so surprised to find that your boyfriend loved flowers, but he did.  It was sweet.  His absolute favorites were pink begonias, since they reminded him of his mother’s garden.  Well, the flower box she kept on the window sill, since they didn’t have the space or money for a full garden.

What else?  You couldn’t just get him flowers.  Two years was a big deal!  Especially considering the kind of people you two were!  The both of you were stubborn as an ox and lacked communication skills.  You were both used to doing things on your own, and dealing with issues without asking for help.

But that doesn’t work in a relationship.

You knew a lot of people thought you wouldn’t make it a month, and they were almost right since you two had your first fight at three weeks and a day, but then something happened.

Bucky stopped in the middle of the fight, running his fingers through his hair with a sigh came from his bones, and said, “I’m not doing this.  I love you too much to let something as stupid as this ruin us.”

It had been the first time he’d said ‘I love you.’

And you hadn’t heard him at first and kept yelling, before abruptly stopping and staring at him like he’d grown two heads.  “I’m sorry.  What?  You…  You love me?”

And he’d simply nodded, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I…  I love you, too,” you said, clearing your throat as you shuffled your feet.

After that, you two decided to go see Donna, a couple’s therapist.  You were both already going to therapy separately, but going together was an entirely new ball game.

And it worked.  Sure, it wasn’t always smooth sailing, but it wasn’t like you were screaming and shouting at each other.  You handled your problems like a team, because that’s what you were.

You could always get one of those little USO showgirl uniforms…  As much as you hated Amazon, their Prime feature really was a godsend for times like these.

Or maybe you could pay a shit ton of money for someone to make it in five days or less, since you had money now.  It’d be worth it, and there were thousands upon thousands of costume designers and seamstresses in New York City, the world capital of theatre.

And you still had that red lingerie he loved so much that you could wear underneath it…

“TWELVE!”

You shook yourself out of your daze just in time for a HYDRA agent to plunge a needle into your neck, black quickly overtaking your vision as you passed out.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasped out as you held Bucky that much closer.  It hadn’t been hard for you to connect the dots once you’d woken up in the tiny concrete room, a steel door being the only way out.  Bucky had been captured because he’d been trying to save your ass.

He grunted as he moved, his eyes squeezing shut in pain.  “It ain’t your fault, baby doll,” he said, his hand grasping onto your forearm.  “Stop blaming yourself.”  He leaned his head slightly to the side so he could look at you, reaching up to wipe your tears.  “Wipe that frown off your pretty face.  ‘M right here.”

“Yeah, but—”  You were cut off by him placing a finger over your mouth.

He took a deep breath before he spoke, his face pale.  “Now, baby doll…  I need you to listen real good, okay?”  He waited for you to squeeze his hand in confirmation.  “There’s a brownstone at 154 Hicks Street, Brooklyn,” he said, wincing with the effort it took to talk.  “Now, I know it’s in Brooklyn, and you love Manhattan, but—”

Brows furrowed, you cupped his cheek in your hand.  “Brooklyn is just fine, but what are you talking about?”

You could visibly see the cogs turning in his head as he carefully chose his words.  “I already paid for it in full, so no need to worry about that.  Sam knows where the keys are.  And—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said, cutting him off.  “Why are you talking like this?”

His flesh hand reached up and cupped your chin, his thumb running over your bottom lip.  “You always said you’ve never had a home, but you wouldn’t mind having one with me,” he said, his voice barely audible.  “So I got you one.  It’s got a garden and everything, so you can plant flowers and... and a peach tree.  ‘Cause I know just how much you like peaches.”

“Then stop talking about Sam knowing where the keys are,” you chided.  “You can show me the garden yourself.”  You knew where he was going with this, but you didn’t want him to.  You didn’t want him to say it, because then that might make it real.

“Baby doll, I don’t think I’m gonna make it out of here,” he said as gently as possible, his voice cracking.  “So you gotta listen to me.  It’s all paid for.  Every penny.  The papers are in my desk in our room, the second drawer from the top.”  He took in a shaky breath, trying to hide the pain.  “There’s a ring there, too.  It’s yours, but I thought you might wanna live together for at least six months before I popped the question on ya.”

“Stop it,” you said, leaning your forehead against his.  “You can propose whenever you want, but you gotta stop talking like that.”  Your nose nudged against his as you tried to hold back a fresh wave of tears, though you were quickly finding that was impossible.  “Stop talking like you’re not getting out of here, too.  We’re gonna make it out of here, okay?  And then you can show me the brownstone with the garden in Brooklyn.  So stop talking like you’re going to die because you’re not.”

“My stubborn girl,” he said with a weak laugh, his smile watery.  “I got you a home.  For our two year anniversary, which...”  His brows furrowed, his head cocking to the side a little.  “I think it was four days ago?”

Sniffling, you grabbed his face a little tighter, leaning back so you could look in his eyes.  “Don’t you get it?  You’re my home.”  Letting out a huff, you wiped a tear from his face.  “In your face, I see a lifetime.  In this place…”  You pressed your hand to his heart, feeling the slow but steady beat under your palm, through his thin white undershirt.  “I feel at ease.”

He looked at you like he wanted to interject, but didn’t, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

“Wallpaper peeling, paint wearing thin,” you said, teasing him a little about his age like you always did.  “Here’s where I end and begin.”  In his eyes, you could see all the trouble of his past, swirling in those brilliant blue depths.  “I don’t need a roof to say, ‘I’m covered.’  I don’t need a roof to know I’m home.”  You curled up on his chest, right where your hand had been.  It was much nicer to be able to hear it as well as feel it.  If you closed your eyes, you could imagine you were in your bed at the Tower, going to bed together like any other night.  “There could be a single shingle dangling overhead.  I don’t need a roof to make my bed.”  Fingers running up and down his flesh arm, you tried to get him to relax.  “Close your eyes, I’m still beside you.  No goodbyes needed today.”

Thunder cracked outside, and if you listened close enough, you could hear the soft pitter patter on the roof.  His breathing was starting to even out, and you didn’t know if it was because he was calming down or if he was actually starting to go.

“Hear what the rain says, know what it knows.  After the rain, something grows.”  Your fingers intertwined with his as tears ran slowly down your cheeks, and you squeezed softly.  His metal arm wrapped around your waist, holding you between his legs.  “I don’t need a roof to say, ‘I love you.’  I don’t need a roof to call you mine.”

If you got out of this, you were retiring, and you’d make him retire, too.  You wanted to live a life with him without worrying about possibly dying before you got a chance to see him go gray.

If you had children, you wanted to be alive to see them grow up.

You’d give up being an agent.  You’d become just a consultant, or you’d give that up, too.  You didn’t care.  You’d just be Mrs. Barnes for the rest of your life, and you’d be perfectly happy with that.

“I don’t need adventure in some far away frontier.  I don’t need a roof to feel you near,” you said, starting to get choked up.

He was definitely fading.  His vibranium arm around your waist was starting to go limp, his grip on your hand loosening.

A lump formed in your throat as you clutched onto him that much tighter.  “All I need is you and you forever.  All I feel is true and absolute.”  You leaned back, holding his face in your hand.

His blue eyes fluttered open as he tried to stay awake for you, tried to fight the darkness overcoming him.

Your lower lip wobbled as you ran your thumb over a cut on his cheek bone.  “I don’t need a legal deed to help me play my part.  I don’t need a roof to hold my heart.”  You leaned in and pressed your lips to his.  “Stay with me,” you whispered against his lips, desperately.  You could taste the mix of your tears and his.  “Stay with me.”

But god, he was in so much pain.  You could see it in his face, feel it in the way his grip on your hand readjusted, like it was taking up all of his energy just to hold on.

It probably was.

Swallowing down the sob that was threatening to come out, you said, “It’s okay, Bucky.  It’s okay.  I’m here.”  You pulled his head to your chest, so he could hear your heartbeat in return.  Your fingers worked their way through his tangled hair.  “You’re my home, Bucky.  It’s you.  Please, stay with me.”  But you knew he was close to the end, and the likelihood of him making it out of there was getting smaller and smaller with each passing second.  “I’m here, love.  I’m here.”

Your mouth opened in a silent sob as you felt him go still, your nails unintentionally digging into his arms.  Small puffs of air were still coming from his nose, but his heart was maybe going at five beats per minute, if that.  Your body shook as you rocked him back and forth, unable to let go.

The love of your life was leaving you.  You were feeling him slip away in your arms.

“Bucky?” You whispered, almost afraid to speak at all.  “Baby?  Bucky, please…  Please, stay with me.”  Your voice cracked as you buried your face in his greasy hair.

You didn’t want a brownstone or a ring if you didn’t have Bucky.  You didn’t want anything if you didn’t have him.

You squeezed your eyes shut, kissing his hair.  “I love you.  I love you.  Please, Bucky.  Please.”

The faint sound of footsteps approaching the door made you raise your head, and you steeled yourself, ready to fight back against the HYDRA agents that had no doubt been watching the two of you.  The monsters were just waiting for him to die, and then they were going to take him from you.

Not if you had anything to say about it.

You tightened your grip around him, not bothering to hide your tears.  There was no point.  A lack of tears wouldn’t help you.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, and there was a pause.

Then it blasted open with a bang that startled both you and Bucky, who’s heart rate picked up just a little bit at the sound.

You cried out with relief as you saw Tony standing there in his full Iron Man suit.  “TONY, HELP HIM, PLEASE!” You begged, urging him to take Bucky from your arms.  “HELP HIM!”  Sobs wracked your body as the man nodded, taking him without hesitation, and getting out of there.

Despite their past, Tony loved you, and had learned to love the super soldier by extension.

You sat on your knees, your forehead resting against the ground.  “Please, please, save him,” you cried, your nails dragging painfully against the concrete floor.  Your heart was in absolute shreds.

You had no idea who you were praying to, or even if you were praying at all.  You didn’t know if he could be saved at this point, but you were willing to ask every deity you could think of.

“Twelve?  Twelve, come on.”

Strong hands gently pulled you up, and you found Natasha guiding you towards the door.  “You have to help him, Natasha,” you croaked, dazed and stumbling over your own two feet as you walked forward.  “You have to save him.”

“I know,” she said quietly, her own voice thick with tears as she held you up, making sure you didn’t collapse in the middle of a HYDRA base.  “We’re gonna try, okay?  It’ll all be okay.”

You weren’t able to go to the brownstone with the garden in Brooklyn for three weeks.

You couldn’t leave Bucky’s side.

Tony had gotten him to New York City in record time, and had immediately thrown him into Doctor Cho’s cradle.

He was in there for thirteen days straight as his body fought the new serum, the cradle being the only thing keeping him alive.  It kept his heart and other organs working, his brain functioning.

After two days of you sitting in a chair by the cradle, unable to do anything else but wait, someone wheeled in a hospital bed for you to sleep on.  You’d actually been asleep when he woke up.

And then, when you finally did wake up, the first thing he said to you, his voice muffled by the glass, was, “How long has it been since you showered?  You smell worse than Sam after the gym.”

The absolute asshole.  He almost died and he had the nerve to get onto you about how much you smelled.

It had taken everything in you not to throw yourself at him.  You scrambled off the bed, clinging to the side of the cradle as you looked down at him, frantically hitting the button to get the lid off.  “Bucky,” you said, reaching down to touch his face.  You almost pulled it back, afraid that if you touched him, he’d disappear.

But he simply pushed himself up onto his elbows with a wince, leaning his face into your hand.

“You almost died,” you said, letting out a weak laugh as you rested your chin on the edge of the cradle.

He looked up at you then, his blue eyes just as bright as they always had been, even if they looked a little pained at seeing you such a wreck.  “We’re gonna have to talk to Donna about that, huh?”

A little over a week later, and he was cleared to go home with you.  He was still weak—that serum did take a lot out of him—but he was alive.  And according to every single doctor Tony brought in, there was no chance of him just dropping dead now.

And if they were wrong about that, they’d have you to deal with.  And they all knew that the new Mrs. Barnes was no one to trifle with.

“You got it, baby doll?” Bucky asked as he followed you up the front steps.  He had to take it easy, and you told him that he should consider getting a cane since it was still a little difficult for him to walk.

You were only half kidding about that, though.  They still didn’t know if he still had the original super soldier serum in him after what HYDRA had done, but he was slowly gaining his strength back.  Either way, you didn’t care.  You’d love him with or without his super strength.

“Yeah, I got it,” you said as you slid the shiny gold key into the lock, turning it and opening the door.

The U-Haul truck was sitting on the street, waiting for you two to carry all of your boxes in, but that could wait.

You walked into the front foyer, taking in a deep breath.  It was completely bare, but the furniture that you two had ordered while sitting in his hospital room together was in the U-Haul as well, ready to be arranged.  Sun was streaming in through the large windows, giving a warmth to the house that you couldn’t find at Tower.

“Welcome home, baby doll,” Bucky said as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.  His chin rested on your shoulder, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek.

Your eyes pricked with tears as your hands grasped his forearms, making sure he was there with you.  A large diamond ring glittered in the late morning light on your left hand.  “Welcome home, Bucky.”

[hongism]

mists of celeste ➻ five

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 3.9K ➻ Rating: pg-15 now/M later ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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“Lieutenant. Nice of you to join us,” Yunho greets as he steps around the foot of the bed. You instinctively pull yourself up and sit up straighter. “Captain. You as well.”

“Let’s just get to business, Yunho.” Hongjoong steps out from behind the lieutenant’s back, dark eyes boring into you. “I want to get this over with.”

“O-Of course, Captain,” Yunho stammers. He moves around the bed to stand across from Hongjoong. “She has been making a quick recovery over the past couple of days. I expect a full recovery by the end of the week if not sooner. Vitals are all steady and manageable despite a lowered heart rate; however, she says that she’s not feeling any adverse effects from it.”

“Hm…” Hongjoong hums and glances past Yunho to look you in the eye. “I don’t think you’ve had the pleasure of formally meeting me. Captain Kim Hongjoong of The Horizon. This is my lieutenant, Park Seonghwa. Of course, you may know us by other names seeing as you are military – or former military, was it?” Hongjoong pauses, the silence giving you an opportunity to respond, but you opt not to and instead stare back at the captain with blank eyes. “Scourge of the Black Sea and the Lieutenant of Death. And you, Miss L/N – the Ghost of Eros. Such a distinguished group of criminals all gathered in one place. I should’ve known you were much more than a petty soldier considering that you’ve got a mean right hook. You knocked Seonghwa on his ass so handily I thought he was going to die of shame.”

There is a lilt of humor to Hongjoong’s tone and only a sliver of vehemence and anger. The man’s presence alone is intimidation at its finest yet the mellifluous voice harbors none of that same intimidation. It’s a strange game he’s playing – dancing between cruelty and a carefree attitude – and you can’t figure out what his true intentions are.

“You don’t seem upset by the fact that I put your lieutenant on his ass,” you say, voice coming out surprisingly steady and even compared to how you’re feeling at the moment.

“Me? Upset? Of course not. It’s not my job as a captain to be upset for my crew. If he’s upset about it then that’s his problem. It only becomes mine when he fails to separate those feelings from doing his job properly. So, Lieutenant, are you upset?”

“No, not in the slightest,” Seonghwa answers, eyelids falling shut as he grins at you again. “More embarrassed than anything, getting my ass handed to me by a person who was injured.”

“Not because I’m a girl?” You inquire and dip your chin down a little bit.

“Not even close. It’s not about your gender – never was frankly – solely because you were injured in your obviously dominant arm.” Seonghwa folds his arms over his chest, seeming to puff it out a little as he matches your stare with an equally firey one of his own. Despite admitting weakness, he exudes confidence and power. It hits you at that moment. The strange aura surrounding each member of Hongjoong’s crew, and including the captain himself, makes sense as the puzzle pieces slip together in your mind.

These are criminals of the highest degree, men with extensive records and crimes that would take days to write down, and for some reason, that fact did not sink in sooner. Yes, you’ve had many an encounter with criminals. This should be nothing new for you but these men are far different than the petty criminals you had to deal with when part of the military. Even though you are considered to be one of them, a criminal on the same level as them, someone just as evil and cruel and merciless, you don't feel that way. A surge of fear courses through your body. Any one of these men could end your life in an instant with zero remorse or care. 

“What d-do you plan to–to do with me?” You direct the question at Hongjoong although it’s a struggle to drag your eyes off of the pretty lieutenant.

Another hum leaves the captain’s lips, and he looks away from you to stare at the ceiling for a moment. “Part of me wants to drop you out an airlock for attacking my lieutenant, sneaking aboard my ship, and stealing from my cargo hold. However, that is not what I’m going to do. I am merciless, yes, but I could drag your pain so much longer if I really wanted to. So give me a reason not to do that first.”

“Captain…” Seonghwa cuts in, reaching around Hongjoong to block his line of sight. “That isn’t the best idea. There is no point in torturing her if she can be useful.”

“Oh, so knocking you out counts as being useful nowadays?”

“Logic, Hongjoong. Think logically rather than emotionally. There are benefits to keeping her alive and well, especially considering who she is. Ghost of Eros isn’t a name thrown around lightly these days.”

“Yet there are also detriments to keeping her here.”

“If it’s space you’re worried about, we have more than enough of it. Plenty of empty rooms. She can stay in the med bay until she fully recovers then move into one of the empty rooms, no?” Seonghwa glances over to Yunho, who nods along with the words with fervor.

“Absolutely,” he says in a clear tone. “She should be ready to go any day now, and if we move her into one of the empty rooms, I can run post-operation checkups there rather than here.”

“You could also run those checkups from the brig. We have plenty of space down there as well,” Hongjoong argues, pushing Seonghwa’s extended arm out of the way.

“Be smart, Captain.”

“What are you insinuating, Lieutenant?”

“That you are thinking with your heart and not your head!” Seonghwa protests, voice climbing in volume. He steps around Hongjoong to face him head-on. “We have the space, and more than enough of it, so there is no point in putting her in the brig.”

“She is nothing more than a stowaway. That is reason enough, no?”

“No, because you never put Jongho in the brig for being a stowaway.”

“Jongho was useful, and he was barely a stowaway when I knew he was aboard the ship from the second we left that planet.”

“How do you know she can’t be useful as well? Hongjoong, at least give her a chance to be useful and carry her own weight until the next stop. You can dump her there if you don’t want her then.” The phrasing of Seonghwa’s words brings a scowl to your lips.

“Excuse me,” you intervene, climbing to your feet with shaky legs. “I am not an object or a piece of property that can be “dumped”!” Seonghwa shifts to look back at you.

“I’m sorry. I… That wasn’t what I meant to say,” he tries, the remorse evident in his furrowed brows. You return the apology with a half-hearted glare.

“In order to be useful aboard my ship, she needs to be able to shoot a gun,” Hongjoong cuts in and effectively redirects all attention back to him. “According to Yunho, that may not be a possibility anymore.”

“Wh–What?” You ask. Eyes find Yunho’s, and the second you make eye contact he glances away from you rather than facing you. “What the fuck?”

“Oh, you didn’t even tell her?” Hongjoong laughs. “Nerve damage.”

“Nerve damage?” You echo, a tremor rising through your body. Your legs fail to support you any longer, and you fall back to the bed.

“It’s not bad–”

“Not bad? Not bad compared to what?”

“It isn’t debilitating.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me sooner? Seeing as oh yea, it’s my fucking arm!” Yunho winces at the scathing rage in your tone.

“I wasn’t sure about the extent of the damage. Sometimes injuries like yours show nerve recovery over time. I needed to see if that was the case with you. There was – I didn’t want to tell you out of fear of upsetting you without knowing for certain what’s wrong.”

“If it makes you feel any better, you can still pull a trigger,” Hongjoong comments.

“But not aim a pistol as well as I used to,” you finish his train of thought, and he nods in affirmation.

“I don’t know if this will help but... we can correct some things through physical therapy and strengthening. Regain the ease you had with aiming,” Yunho offers, a sympathetic smile playing at his lips.

“But… I thought she didn’t need a fully functioning arm?” Seonghwa inquires, eyes finding Hongjoong.

“Huh?”

“To aim a sniper. You don’t need a fully functioning arm,” he elaborates for you. Your eyes fall into a sharp glare.

“What do you mean by that?”

“It means I know who you are. Ghost of Eros isn’t your only nickname. It only took one search in a military database to see who you are. Y/N L/N, wanted military traitor formerly of the operations assassinations and peace control units. Highly dangerous sniper. Wanted for theft of military property, desertion, capital betrayal, larceny, arson, evasion of arrest, the list goes on. Oh, and putting a bullet in the head of the King of Eros.”

Having someone list off your crimes is not as appealing as it would seem, and your shoulders fall further with each crime listed until Seonghwa mentions the last thing. It has you sitting up straight again, staring him down with such intensity that he actually seems surprised.

“It’s a hefty bounty on your head,” he continues in a much lower tone. “But an even heftier asset.”

Hongjoong releases a huff. “I have to agree with him on that, even though I don’t particularly want to. And yet I can’t help but wonder what drives a person to desertion?”

You refuse to answer the question. Instead, you press your teeth together, clenching your jaw and opting to remain silent in the face of the notorious captain.

“Putting a bullet in the head of a king is a pretty good reason. But that still begs the question: why put the bullet there in the first place?” Your chin dips closer to your chest as Hongjoong drives the metaphorical knife deeper into your chest. “I’ve put many a bullet in people’s heads; however, I’ve never had the luxury of doing it to a king. I have to say it’s quite interesting that you would murder someone like that.”

“It wasn’t murder,” you spit out. Your eyes find Hongjoong’s, and you find a taunting gleam in them. Perhaps this is what he wants – to drive you to a breaking point and see you lash out, and if he continues on like this then you won’t be able to resist the urge.

“Oh? Were you paid to do it then?”

You ball your fists around the sheets beneath you rather than responding. Your only answer is the continued glare you send his way.

“Stop it.” It’s Yunho’s voice that cuts in and bleeds through the mounting tensions between you and Hongjoong. “Stop, Hongjoong. She obviously doesn't want to talk about it. You don’t need to keep pushing it.”

“Stand down, Yunho. Are you the captain?”

“No, but–”

“No. You are not the captain and as such, you cannot tell me what to do. If I am even going to consider making her part of my crew, then I need to know her intentions.”

“I’m not going to kill any of you, if that’s what you mean.”

“How can I be sure of that, Miss L/N? Give me solid proof that you are a gentle and merciful soul. From what I can tell, there is none.”

“I am merely doing the same thing you and your whole crew are: just trying to fucking survive.”

“And what about when survival means killing someone? What would keep you from killing someone in my crew to survive?”

“Forgive me in advance for asking the same question of you. What would keep you from killing me when it comes to survival?” A huff escapes your lips, eyes stabbing daggers into Hongjoong’s form, and you extend the arm with the IV sticking out. “Take the IV out. If he wants me to shoot, then I’ll do just that.”

Both Seonghwa and Yunho whip their heads in your direction, Seonghwa’s eyes nearly bulging from his head. Yunho opens his mouth to retort but you still him by redirecting your glare to him. He moves towards you and slowly untwists the IV, leaving the catheter in place. Before stepping back though, he folds his fingers around your forearm and leans close to your ear.

“Seonghwa’s holster is on his right leg,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. The tall man leans back before Hongjoong or Seonghwa can comment on his odd behavior, and you barely process their expressions because your gaze moves for the gun lingering on Seonghwa’s right leg. You get to your feet with a fake sense of weakness.

In a split second, you dart for Seonghwa’s gun and jab the flat of your left hand against the back of his knee. Your right snatches the pistol from his holster with little trouble as Seonghwa is crumpling to the ground. You spin around while he falls, the barrel of the pistol finding a new home between Hongjoong’s eyes. He doesn’t flinch, nor does he move. His expression remains blank and unfocused. Seonghwa recovers, jumping up at exclaiming at the sight before him. Hongjoong lifts a hand and places it against Seonghwa’s chest.

“Stand down, Hwa.” Seonghwa listens to his captain albeit with great reluctance, and you try to steady your hand.

As silence overtakes the room again, the faint sound of the gun rattling against your quivering hand rises. It isn’t that you are afraid of firing the gun; you have shot a man just like this time and time again. You physically cannot get your arm to still. It’s twitching and shaking against your will, and no matter how much you focus, it doesn’t stop.

“Would you really fire the gun?” Hongjoong asks with his steely cold tone.

“In an instant,” comes your scathing response. “But that’s not what you want from me.”

“Hongjoong…” Seonghwa mutters. Out the corner of your eye, you can see his antsy moments, bouncing his weight from one foot to the other and ready to jump you for pointing a gun at his captain.

“What is it I want then?”

You blink, and Hongjoong is gone from sight. The gun clatters against the ground, pain spreads across your wrist, but it is nothing in comparison to the pain that sears through your whole arm a moment later. Hongjoong appears in your vision, standing beside you with his hand clenched around your bicep, directly over your recovering wound. A sadistic smile creeps across his features. Fingers dig into the bandage and push past the fabric to stab a finger into the hole covered by stitches. A loud cry of pain leaves your body. White blinds your vision, your legs give out under you, and Hongjoong holds you up with his tightening grip on your arm.

“Stop!” Yunho cries out, attempting to step between you and Hongjoong. “Fucking stop, Hongjoong! You’re hurting her!”

“Listen to me,” Hongjoong hisses. He yanks your arm, finger still pushed in your wound. A weak sob falls from your lips next. “Stupid ideas like that are the last thing I want.” His grip leaves your arm, but the pain doesn’t. It lingers, burns, seeps through your limb so much that you can barely think straight. His foot darts out and kicks Seonghwa’s gun in the man’s direction. “You can stay for the time being. However, the second I decide that you aren’t worth my trouble anymore, I will dump you either in space or on whatever planet is nearby. It’s your choice. I suggest you choose wisely next time.” Hongjoong stands up straight, face leaving your line of sight, and you watch his back retreat as he strides out the door, dark brown cloak billowing around him as he moves.

“Oh my god,” Yunho mutters. He is by your side in an instant, one hand finding purchase on your waist, and the other gently holds your arm. “Oh my fucking god. I can’t believe he did that.” He helps you back onto the bed then sits down beside you to pull the now bloodied bandage away from your skin.

“Are you okay?” The question comes from Seonghwa, but you can’t focus on him due to the pain in your system.

“He did a fucking number on my stitches.” Yunho sighs and gets up from the bed. “I’m gonna grab and needle and some thread, I’ll try my best to fix it quick. I will need to sterilize again as well as use some numbing ointment to just help with the pain.”

“It-it's okay,” you murmur, words slurring together. Seonghwa comes closer to the bed. He sits down beside you, careful not to touch you. When you feel the dip of the mattress, you tilt your head in his direction and blink at him in confusion. A smile decorates his lips, one that isn’t cynical or cruel, just one filled with sympathy.

“I’m sorry about your arm.”

“It’s fine. Not your fault anyways.”

“Yes, but I’m sorry for his actions. He’s too rash and thinks too much with his heart.”

“Oh, so he has one?” You joke. Your senses are slowly returning to you, words becoming more clear with each one spoken, and your vision is growing less fuzzy by the second.

“Surprisingly, yes.” Seonghwa chuckles, the sound as pretty as his face. “By the way… I have no hard feelings about the near concussion you gave me.”

“How nice of you.”

“Were I in your position, I would’ve done the same. If not worse. Especially seeing as you were wearing a military uniform. I was planning on killing you then and there before I felt the brand on your arm.”

“That damn brand seems to be a hot topic among you all.”

“You have to understand: it’s not every day we meet someone of your fame and caliber.” Seonghwa’s lips curl as he speaks. “Once Yunho redresses your arm, I can take you to your new quarters. They’re all ready for you.”

“What do you mean? How can they be ready already? Didn’t he just make the decision now?”

“Well, no. Apparently, he decided a while ago on his own accord. Hongjoong isn’t one for spur of the moment decisions. He takes a lot of time to decide on things, so I know for certain that he thought about whether you would stay or go for a long while. Thus, he most definitely decided prior to today.”

Yunho returns to the bed, medical supplies in hand along with another bottle of vodka.

“I, uh, I don’t have the belt this time so you may just want to grin and bear it. I would say bite down on a finger but you might take it clean off.” Delicate fingers find your left wrist, curling around them, and you glance over at Seonghwa.

“Try to focus on me instead of Yunho. It might help take some of the pain away.”

“I highly dou–” You’re cut off by your own scream, cold liquid pouring over your skin. Twisting, you press your fingers against Seonghwa’s hand and he grips you with an equally strong hold as Yunho sterilizes your wound.

“All done, all done,” Yunho announces. The stream of cold ceases but your arm still throbs even as Yunho dabs white ointment across it. He massages it into your skin with gentle touches. Once it goes clear, he pulls back and retrieves his small needle. “You don’t need to watch this bit if you don’t want to. I know some people are afraid of needles.” Despite Yunho’s warning, you continue to keep your eyes trained on the wound and watch as he pinches your skin together. The numbing gel he put across it worked quickly; you don’t feel a thing except for a strange heavy pressure on your skin.

“It’s fascinating work,” Seonghwa mutters, leaning forward to watch Yunho work as well. The healer laughs in response.

“It’s simple stuff actually. Nothing much to it.”

“Simple to you maybe but not anyone else.”

“It’s my job after all.” Yunho shrugs, hands remaining steady on your arm. “And I’m damn good at it, so it ought to be simple to me.”

It takes less than a minute for him to remove the old stitches and attach new ones. He works so fast that you think if you had blinked you would’ve missed the whole thing entirely.

“There, all done! It’s a little irritated from being jabbed at like that, but now that I’ve got the new stitches in, it should be just fine. The numbing ointment will wear off in an hour or so. If it hurts drastically then be sure to come back and tell me. I can get you some medicine if needed.”

“Is she all good to go now then?” Seonghwa asks. He unfolds his hand from yours, and you hadn’t even realized that you were still latched onto it all this time.

“Yep! Almost mint condition. You’re welcome.” Yunho sends a wink your way, cheeks scrunching up as he smiles. “You are free from my care at last. Don’t go messing anything up now, I patched you up perfectly. I don’t want my talent to go to waste, after all. I will check up and see how my stitches are holding up later today though.”

“Aw, have you got your post-patient loneliness already?” Seonghwa asks. Yunho responds with a scoff and swings a loosely clenched fist in his direction, which Seonghwa dodges with ease.

“Do be careful though. You still aren’t as strong as I had hoped you’d be. Walking too much will most likely make you lightheaded and woozy. Seonghwa, if she collapses, I’m blaming you.”

“Aye aye, Captain Yunho.” Seonghwa mocks the healer by bringing his hand up to his head and saluting him. “I’ll keep the princess on her feet.”

“Oh wow. Thanks, pretty boy. I feel oh so safe now.” You push yourself off the bed. Despite the shakiness in your legs, you step forward and trail after Seonghwa as he heads out the med bay. Before you step out of the room completely though, you hesitate in the doorframe. Yunho catches your lingering gaze as though he was expecting it. “Thank you again,” you say. The smile that comes to Yunho’s lips is neither cocky nor patronizing.

“Of course. I’m glad you made a good recovery.” He turns back to the bed where you were just seated but thinks twice about it and looks back at you. “Don’t be a stranger either. My door is always open for whatever you need.” He passes another wink your way, and the cheeky action has you choking on air. His laugh resounds in your ears as you move out of the room, shaky legs carrying you to Seonghwa’s side where he waits for you to catch up.

“Alright, follow me. If you get to feeling weak, just let me know and we can pause or I can help you along.” He pushes a loose strand of black hair from his forehead, and as the strands move you catch sight of a small emblem cut into his undercut. It disappears before you can fully examine it, however, and you have to move your gaze before Seonghwa notices your lingering stare.

“Wait–” you call out, and Seonghwa stops in his tracks. “I… I have a question for you before we go.”

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[witcherslittledove]

A prompt sent to my main by @reveniemus that I made DD with permission! This will be on AO3 probably tomorrow.

Have some Geralt/Jaskier/Valdo.

CW: Non Con (Poor Valdo), Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Inappropriate Use of Axii, blow jobs, anal sex, threesome - M/M/M, rough sex, humiliation.

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Jaskier smirked as he sipped at his wine, watching his dearest nemesis peacock from across the room. His witcher’s hand was on his thigh, a low growl in Geralt’s chest as they watched the man who had attempted to drag Jaskier’s name through the mud and ruin his reputation. It was only Jaskier’s high standing at Oxenfurt that had saved him from falling from grace, but the Academy’s hands were tied and Jaskier was not allowed to bite back at Marx.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t have his revenge, it would just have to be a more crude execution. Luckily, Jaskier had Geralt on his side, and the lovely witcher was rather smitten with him, so desperate to please him. Even if that meant going against that adorable moral code of his.

And thus, Valdo Marx was in more danger tonight than he could possibly realise. They weren’t going to hurt him, not physically at least. That would be too obvious, too hard to deny. No, Jaskier planned on scarring his rival in a more mental capacity. Valdo had nearly taken Jaskier’s entire career from him, his reason for existing, so Jaskier was going to take Valdo’s body. He just needed a little assistance from Geralt to… convince his dearest rival to agree.

“That him?” Geralt asked, voice low so only Jaskier could hear over the music.

Jaskier hummed in agreement, catching Geralt’s wandering hands in his own and bringing them up to his lips in a kiss.

“It’s too busy, too many people.”

Too many witnesses.

“Not to worry, dear heart,” Jaskier sang sweetly, and then slid from his seat and strutting over to the troubadour. “Marx, you overgrown peacock!” he called loudly, distracting the audience. “Why don’t you let some real talent play, darling?”

“If any arrives, I will,” Valdo shot back with a smirk that Jaskier couldn’t wait to wipe off his face.

Jaskier hissed, his fists clenching at his side, but he managed to bite his tongue before he could launch a full attack. “Your life surely must be a misery if you cannot see that I am clearly the superior bard, please, indulge me, dearest.”

Valdo scoffed but gestured to the shitty makeshift stage. “I need a drink anyway, try not to murder my eardrums.”

Excellent, the plan was coming together. Valdo would head over to the bar and Geralt would be able to lure him upstairs with a quick flash of Axii whilst Jaskier was entertaining the crowds. The audience was quickly captivated by Jaskier’s performance as he danced and twirled around the room, ignoring the stage as he flirted with the most beautiful people, fleecing them of their coin. His eyes tracked Geralt as he led a rather docile Valdo Marx away from the bar and upstairs, then after just a couple more songs, Jaskier announced that he was done and thanked them for their time.

He had other business to attend to.

By the time Jaskier had reached their room, Valdo was stripped naked, his clothes crumpled and wrinkled on the floor. His silvery grey eyes were blank and unseeing as Geralt watched him from where he was leaning on the wall. The witcher gestured to the helpless bard on the bed as if to say ‘all yours.’

Jaskier winked, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips as he approached the bed, his cock already filling out, his head dizzy with power. “Oh Valdo, look at you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so quiet.”

“Hmm.”

Grabbing a fistful of Valdo’s dark brown hair, Jaskier pulled his rival’s head back, admiring the lack of fight from the normally bratty bard. “Can you snap him out of it whenever?”

Geralt nodded.

“Brilliant, wait until he’s choking on my cock, then we’ll see what he has to say,” Jaskier winked. “Care to open him up for me, love? Don’t be too careful, we want him to feel it.”

The witcher rolled his eyes but dutifully joined Valdo on the bed, slicking his fingers in oil before pushing two of them into the bard's hole. Even in his drugged out state, Valdo whimpered, tears springing to his eyes. Jaskier noted with delight that his dear rival was hard, and if they wanted to, it would be so easy to pretend the little whore was with them willingly, but Jaskier had no such wishes. He wanted this just as it was, the knowledge that they were taking this without permission burning through his veins.

He wondered why he’d never thought to do this before. He could have fucked Valdo a hundred times over when they were students at Oxenfurt, the bastard slept like the dead, he probably wouldn’t have even woken up.

Gods, he was messed up.

But Geralt was right here with him. The monster slayer helping a monster… how quaint.

Every sound and helpless whimper that fell from Valdo’s lips only heightened Jaskier’s arousal, until he found himself palming against his cock in a bid for release. Geralt’s own erection was evident in his sinfully tight leather trousers, his eyes blown wide as he caught Jaskier’s gaze. He looked magnificent, his fingers deep inside Jaskier’s rival, silver hair falling in front of his face, his eyes almost as black as the night.

Jaskier moaned, tearing at his own doublet and trousers. He left his shirt on, too desperate to bother with it as his breeches and smallclothes fell around his ankles. He was almost tempted to jerk himself off, cumming all over Valdo’s face and hair. The other bard loved to look as perfect as possible so the image of him covered in Jaskier’s spend was almost too much.

He bit back a moan, stroking his cock lazily as he winked at Geralt. “Ready, love?”

Geralt groaned, his eyes trailing down Jaskier’s body, hungry and wanting. “Yes,” he grunted.

This time, Jaskier couldn’t contain his moan as he pressed his cock into Valdo’s mouth, gripping his shoulders as he tried to steady himself. His breath hitched as Valdo’s jaw went slack and there was very little resistance as Jaskier’s cock was enveloped by the slick heat of his rival’s throat. Gods, the bastard would struggle to sing tomorrow if Jaskier did this right, and under the sign of Axii it seemed as though Valdo had lost his gag reflex, taking Jaskier deep into his mouth until Jaskier was fully sheathed.

He almost came from the sight alone.

It was heaven sent.

“Now,” he hissed at his witcher.

Geralt’s fingers moved quickly, one hand gripped on Valdo’s hips to keep him still and pressed against his clothed erection. Silver eyes brightened with recognition and Valdo choked beautifully around Jaskier’s cock, but before he could protest, Geralt had pulled his own trousers down, fucking into the bard with one sharp thrust.

Any cries that would have escaped were muffled by Jaskier’s cock, but that didn’t stop Valdo moaning helplessly or clawing at the sheets beneath his fingers. His eyes were wide and pleading, tears catching in his long eyelashes. The poor bastard could do nothing as Geralt fucked into him, pushing his mouth further onto Jaskier and every moan, cry and pitiful whimper sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. It was electric, sparks of lightning flying through his body like magic.

The best part was the dribble of pre-cum leaking onto the sheets beneath Valdo. Despite his protests, Valdo’s body was reacting perfectly, and Jaskier knew exactly how to dig the knife into his rival’s soul.

“Such a pretty little bitch,” Jaskier cooed, “taking our cocks like this. Gods, Valdo you’re already leaking. I bet you were just desperate to be fucked, you wouldn’t have said no even if we’d given you the chance, would you?”

Valdo couldn’t reply, but Jaskier could see he was trying to shake his head.

“Now, now, darling. You can’t lie. I can see your arousal, and I have no doubt that my dear witcher can smell it on you. You’re going to cum on our cocks, aren’t you darling?”

There was another muffled cry, but Jaskier just pulled at Valdo’s hair, fucking into his mouth with little care. It felt sinful, wet and warm around him, a hole for Jaskier to use no different from his arse was to Geralt. The noises coming from the room were obscene, no better than a whore house, as both bard and witcher chased their pleasure from the less than willing body beneath their hands. Geralt grunted, his eyes squeezed tight as his head dropped forward. Strong muscles bulged as they held Valdo in place, his scarred skin covered in a sheen of sweat.

He looked like a gift from the gods, everything that Jaskier ever desired.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as Geralt’s thrusts grew erratic and Jaskier felt his own carefully crafted control start to crack.

But it was Valdo spilling onto the sheets, moaning around his cock, that sent Jaskier over the edge, and Geralt followed soon after. Once they managed to catch their breaths, Geralt and Jaskier tidied themselves up.

“Well this was a delight, Marx, truly a pleasure,” he winked at Geralt. “But my witcher and I must leave you now. No hard feelings, dearest.”

And then they left, leaving Valdo covered in cum and sweat, sobbing into the filthy sheets in some forgotten inn at the edges of civilization.

[cheezritsu]

Osamu Miya + Bon Appetite

Laziness is a virtue you can’t afford, but because your best friend owns a business that’s been paying dividends for the past year, he can afford it. 

You shouldn’t be upset that Osamu is spending his rare day off with you, but the sight of him with his feet on the table while he pops some god awful snack into his mouth makes you want to rip out his (freshly cut, no longer grey) hair. 

“Ugh,” Osamu groans. It’s a little too close to lewd for your liking. “Oh my god.”  

Osamu is only vocal when he’s with Atsumu or you, but you’re unsure of what this particular sound means. Curious, you try to glimpse what he’s looking at over your shoulder. 

You roll your eyes. It’s the cute little chef with grey streaks in her hair from that series Osamu likes. She’s taken a knife to—are those tater tots?—something crispy and golden brown and you see Osamu sink dramatically. 

“Holy shit,” he pants, and you can’t help but laugh. He perks up at it. 

“You laughin’ at me?”

“No,” your voice is still laced with amusement. 

“Mind yer business!”

“You’re the one moanin’ and groaning while I’m tryna study,” you snap, putting your eyes back in your textbook. Although you can barely hear the tv, and Osamu has shut up for the most part, you still stick in your earbuds to dull your senses as you continue the endless grind of writing a research essay. 

To say you’re getting there might be an overstatement. You’re scribbling down notes and nodding your head to some wordless hip-hop beats, but then you get burnt out instantly because this is the—you look at the clock because time has lost meaning—ninth hour of working on this hellish paper. 

Your vision swims when you blink between the laptop and your notebook. The strain in your eyes has you seeing little black dots, and you’re unable to stop the irritated sigh that puffs out of your lips. 

Head connecting with the cool table, you rationalize to yourself, I’ll just take fifteen minutes. And I’ll take them like this. 

Suddenly a pair of arms wraps around your waist and you jump up. It gives Osamu the perfect opportunity to slot his head on your shoulder.

“Now who’s moanin’ and groanin?” He teases, his smirk audible. He can feel how tense your muscles are under his chin. You swat him off of you and he stands, dragging your chair back. The screech makes your teeth hurt. 

“‘Samu!”

“Yeah yeah,” he says, remembering too late how sensitive you are to sound. “‘M sorry.”

“You don’t sound sorry.”

He’s still smiling, but it curls a little like a sneer at the edges. All in good fun, but he’s kind of annoyed.

“First you spend my one night off ignoring me and now you’re criticizing my voice?” He tuts. “For shame.”

Osamu’s voice has never betrayed him; it’s always deep and even, masking his true intentions. It’s the same way now, and you blink as you try to process the words. 

“I-,” you stutter, rearing your head back. “What?”

Osamu crosses his arms. “You’ve been working on that essay non-stop for days now.”

“It’s important, ‘Samu.”

“Have you eaten?”

You squirm in your chair. “No,” your voice tapers. 

“You takin’ breaks?”

“I was trying to,” you say pointedly. “‘Samu, this essay really is important.”

There’s no use in arguing with you when you sound like a broken record. He closes his mouth and pouts. Osamu Miya would never say anything like “well I’m more important” because it’s a little too akin to Atsumu’s whining for his liking. But the implication of his silence is understood, and you deflate. 

“‘Samu I’d love to watch Claire make tater tots a thirty minute affair, but this essay-“

“Is gunna be there when you wake up, and the day after that, and the day after that,” he reminds you, hands resting squarely on your shoulders. “You have time.”

Time, like laziness, is something you can’t afford. It feels like everything has crashed down upon your shoulders, but the physical weight of Osamu’s hands isn’t the same. It feels like he’s carrying some of your stress with him. 

“Thirty minutes,” you warn him, but the smile he cracks could convince you to do anything. He’s an impishly handsome devil, you think. Or maybe just handsome. 

His hand reaches up to tap the tip of your nose, and the smile that etches onto your face makes the resting butterflies in his stomach flutter again. He really has to do something about that. 

“Are you hungry?”

“Not particularly.” 

He pulls you into his side and slings an arm around your shoulder. You’re just the perfect size for him, slotting perfectly together like puzzle pieces. Perhaps one day Osamu will use this metaphor to ask you out, but right now he’s more focused on making the most of what he’s got. 

“So we’re gunna watch this Bon Appétit video and then you’ll be fucking starving and hopefully the food will be here.”

Your eyes narrow. “What food?”

He steers you to the couch. “Oh, ya know,” he gets you comfortable right beside him. You both slant so that you fit right between Osamu’s splayed out legs, your head on his chest, like always. “The takeout I totally didn’t order with your credit card like ten minutes ago.”

“Osamu!”

“Kidding! I used mine.”

You scoff, but settle yourself with your hands under his back like you’re sleeping on a pillow. He doesn’t mind, never has. He thinks it’s cute when your breaths get deep and your eyes flutter closed every now and then. 

He’s pretty sure you’re dead asleep about fifteen minutes into the video, but you surprise him by folding your arms onto his chest and looking at him with a strange mixture of adoration and grogginess that makes his heart pound. He’s sure you can feel it against your fingertips. 

“Thanks for coming over, even though I ignored you.”

“S’okay,” he mutters, trying to keep himself under control, but with the way you peer your at him under your lashes makes it much harder. Even after that short, but in character affirmation, you’re still staring at him despite the magic of fried potatoes playing out on the screen. 

“I mean it,” you say again. You’re looking for something, whether it’s on his face or in his words or somewhere in the ether of this moment to confirm… well, neither of you are sure what it is. But Osamu knows you’re searching for it because he is too. 

And so, with a sincerity that feels foreign on his tongue he says, “Anything for you.” He prays for someone to snipe him because god is that the corniest shit he’s ever said. If Atsumu heard this he’d tear his brother to shreds and Osamu would let him because he deserves to be roasted into oblivion for it. 

You’re much more forgiving than his own mind though, because you bring your arms around him again and nuzzle into his shirt. “Good to know.” 

He doesn’t know if you’re oblivious or shy, or view him platonically, but what he does know is that he can’t take the gamble right now. Laziness is something Osamu can afford every once in a while, but losing you? He couldn’t afford that for all the Onigiri shops in the world. 

[lochrannn]

Warnings: Sexual Content (M Rating)

Characters: Lila Pitts; Diego Hargreeves; Allison Hargreeves; Klaus Hargreeves; Ben Hargreeves

Relationship: Lila Pitts/Diego Hargreeves

Roommates AU; Fake Marriage; Slow Burn; Mutual Pining; Emotional H/C

Chapter 8/9

-

They’ve planned to head out early in the morning, because they will have to drive for a couple of hours to get to the more scenic part of the coast that Diego’s never actually been to himself. So the evening before he stops by Ben’s to borrow his camera. To his annoyance Klaus is also there.

Diego loves Klaus and he’s usually glad to see him and always relieved to see him in a safe and relatively normal place. He hasn’t forgotten the years of crawling along the city’s streets in his car in the dead of night, looking for Klaus because nobody had heard from him in days, or picking him up from shady ass bars, high as a kite.

But Klaus, despite the fact that he seems a little spaced out half the time, has always had an unfailing read on him and Diego really doesn’t want to get into it with Klaus what his plans are for tomorrow and why he needs Ben’s camera. Dealing with his brother’s shenanigans at the wedding was bad enough.

“So you’re taking your fake wife on a fake honeymoon beach trip to take some romantic pictures and you have absolutely no ulterior motive, you say?” Klaus asks, sipping on a large mug filled with a very fragrant and spicy smelling tea in Ben’s living room.

Diego’s leaning against the windowsill, arms crossed defensively, while Ben is over by the dining table unpacking his camera equipment and trying to pare down the amount of stuff he’s going to send Diego out with and very pointedly trying to look like he’s not listening. “First off, Lila’s my actual wife, you were literally the witness, Klaus, and second of all, yeah, I have an ulterior motive, I want to help her convince immigration officials that we didn’t just get married so she could get a visa!”

“That’s not what I’m talking about, stop deflecting!” Klaus says in that mild tone of his that always puts Diego on edge.

“Why, what other ulterior motive could I have other than scamming the government?” Diego asks in irritation and then instantly regrets opening that door for Klaus. The slow grin that spreads across his brother’s face makes Diego regret a lot of choices in his life.

“I think you’re in love with your wife, you weirdo!” Klaus says, batting his eyelashes at him and Diego tries not to react, but then thinks that may be exactly the wrong choice, so a little too late he grimaces and says, “Don’t be silly!”

“Oh please, it was written all over your face at the wedding. And so much sexual tension between the two of you, maybe you should fuck and see whether that resolves it,” Klaus offers with a shrug.

“Yeah, no… that didn’t really work…” Diego breathes out and then instantly realizes the horrible mistake he made when both his brothers almost shout, “What?!” at the same time.

“Urgh, you slept with your wife, you pervert?” Klaus squeals in delight, almost falling over on the couch laughing at his own joke.

“She wasn’t my wife then…” Diego shoots back and he just doesn’t know how this keeps happening. Why is he arguing about this with Klaus? He really, really doesn’t want to talk about it, but Klaus just always manages to push his buttons.

“Oh, intriguing! Do tell!” his brother rights himself on the couch and looks at him with big curious eyes.

“Absolutely fucking not!” Diego says grumpily and crosses his arms again, trying to physically make himself shut the fuck up.

“But then what are you even doing, Diego?” Ben pipes up from the other side of the room and that is almost worse, Diego thinks, because Ben’s going to end up making a good point, “You’re clearly in love with each other, you’re having sex, you live together, you’re married, but for some reason you say you’re not actually together?”

“We had sex once, and Lila’s not in love with me!” Diego grumbles just for the sake of disagreeing with Ben.

“But you’re in love with Lila?” Ben asks at the same time as Klaus says, “Oh please, Lila is definitely in love with you! I thought she obviously wanted to bang you, but now I know she already got there that puts all the longing looks she gave you in a completely different light!”

Diego’s not inclined to simply believe his hyperbolic brother and suddenly talking about the whole thing stings in a peculiar way, so he tries to not pout when he stabs a finger at one brother at a time and says, “I’m not talking to you two about this!” Then, directed at Ben he asks, “Are you done with the damn camera? I don’t want to be here all night, should have just gotten a disposable one at the drugstore!”

To Diego’s relief, Ben holds out a small bag and he grabs it, says his very swift goodbyes, and leaves in a hurry.

-

They leave, as planned, in the early morning and at first Lila is grumpy and Diego starts doubting himself for suggesting the trip. He’d hoped that beyond getting some nice photos, he could offer Lila a bit of a reprieve from the stress of the past weeks, but once they’ve stopped off to get some coffee and donuts, to his relief, her mood markedly improves.

It’s stupid, but after what Klaus and Ben said to him, Diego can’t help watching her intently to see whether they might actually be right. But all he achieves is to get distracted from watching the road when he keeps looking over to see Lila, feet up on the dashboard, donut in one hand and take-away coffee in the other, singing loudly and badly along to the radio.

Despite the good forecast for the weather, the sun hasn’t managed to come out through the clouds yet, but, Diego thinks maybe a little overly poetically, he’d hardly notice with the way Lila seems to brighten up the inside of the car with her huge toothy grin as she looks over at him while still chewing on her donut.

“What? D’you not like my singing?” Lila asks him with a challenging sparkle in her eyes and Diego turns back to look at the road because he’s starting to worry that he might just be openly mooning over her.

“Why wouldn’t I like your singing, seeing as you’re so good at it?” he responds sarcastically.

“Fuck off!” Lila says, laughing lightly and punching him playfully in the arm with her donut hand, transferring a little of the powdered sugar onto his shirt.

“You’re in a good mood,” Diego points out. He doesn’t mind that, of course, in fact he’s endlessly relieved, but it does come as a bit of a surprise after the last few weeks in which she seemed to be on quite the emotional rollercoaster.

“We’re going to the beach! You have to be in a good mood when you go to the beach, Diego, it’s the law!” Lila explains seriously and Diego makes the mistake of looking over at her again and his heart skips a beat at the way she’s looking at him.

Klaus’s words ring in his ear, but once more he can’t figure her out. It’s just as likely that she simply genuinely likes going to the beach and is excited about it.

When they get to the shore Diego gets so distracted by all the attractions and all the different activities they get up to that he almost starts to feel like they’re on an actual date.

They take a walk along the water, joking and chatting in a way they haven’t in weeks, Lila taking off her shoes and pulling up the skirt of her dress so she can wade in all the way to her knees. Diego’s impressed as he just puts his hand in the shallow waves once to gage the temperature and decides that he has absolutely no interest in getting any other part of his body wet.

They have about twenty pictures left on the film, so they make sure to get as many different photos as possible so they can claim their honeymoon was a couple of days long, rather than just a single day trip. They have lunch on the terrace of a small seafood restaurant and then head back to Diego’s car to change into a different set of clothes and wander along the fair on either side of the promenade.

One stall offers knife throwing for prizes and Lila gets Diego to take part. He’s surprisingly good at it and lets Lila choose a prize and instead of taking one of the huge stuffed toys she picks a cheap-looking bracelet made up of wooden beads on a string and Diego can’t help but think that it really does look pretty cute on her.

As the day turns into late afternoon he buys them ice cream to take along their walk down the pier and Diego doesn’t miss the way something flashes across Lila’s expression when he hands her her cone and then turns back to the vendor and asks for a receipt for their immigration file. He has no idea what to make of it, though.

“There’s a place near London called Brighton,” Lila begins telling him as they almost reach the end of the pier, “it has this huge, gaudy pier and when I was at school they took us there on a day trip. I really didn’t like it, but then they also took us by boat to this other pier that was derelict and damaged by storms and you couldn’t get to it without a boat anymore and I much preferred that one, even though there was nothing really there anymore, except for the ruins of a victorian building.” Lila leans over the ornate, wrought iron railing and looks out at the water. “And then, when I was in my teens there was this massive fire and a couple of friends and I we bunked off school and took a train down to Brighton to take a look. We could still see smoke coming off it even the day after and there was this sooty smell on the beach and I don’t know why but I actually teared up. And I can’t quite explain it, but it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen!”

Lila turns to look at him then, and her huge brown eyes are so full of emotion that Diego finds it hard to look at her and simultaneously can’t tear his eyes away.

Lila blinks rapidly and then turns back to look out at the sea and the slowly setting sun and says in a low voice, “Don’t even know why I’m telling you this.”

On some instinct Diego pulls out the camera and takes a picture of her in profile. They’ve been purposely only taking pictures of the two of them together, on occasion asking strangers and then wrapping an arm around each other, or Lila would put her hand in the crook of his elbow, because a photo of them individually will offer nothing in the way of evidence for the visa process.

Having heard the shutter release go off, Lila looks at him again and asks, “What’d you take a picture of?”

Diego looks down at where he’s winding the little wheel to the next picture on the film with his thumb and says quietly, “One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”

Lila doesn’t respond and when he does muster the nerve to raise his eyes up to meet hers, there’s suddenly a charge between them that feels like it might set the damp sea air on fire. He’s just about to say something, anything really, when a slightly nasal voice coming from somewhere off to the side chimes in with a midwestern twang, “Hey mister, would you like me to take a photo of you and the lovely missus?”

They both look around abruptly to see a small woman with a kind, round face look at them expectantly.

“Uh…” Diego begins, taking a moment to find himself back in the real world, “Yeah, thanks, that’d be nice!”

He hands the camera to the woman and she takes a few steps back to get them in frame and calls out, “Smile!” and he hears the camera click before he’s even managed to follow her instructions. He’s in the middle of wondering about just how dumb he probably looks in the photo when the woman looks over the top of the camera and asks, “One more?” to which Lila says “Yes!” with determination and then grips his shirt with both hands and Diego turns just in time for Lila to press her lips to his and that’s when all coherent thoughts get swept out of his mind like sand along a beach.

“Aw, how wonderful!” Diego hears the woman call out and only realizes that he’s closed his eyes and pulled Lila hard against himself when she puts a couple of inches between them, but doesn’t quite let go of him at the interruption, “Got the sunset in and everything! Here’s your camera.”

Diego lets go of Lila with one hand and she slides back onto her feet, a tiny selfish part of Diego’s brain notes that it almost seemed like she was a little reluctant, and he takes the offered camera.

He puts it back in the bag and then startles when Lila wraps her arms around his waist and presses her face into his chest, hugging him tightly.

A little uncertainly, Diego puts his arms around her and hugs her back, then leans his head down and whispers into her ear, “What’s that for?”

She mumbles against his chest, but he’s close enough to hear her, “Just don’t think I’ve really thanked you enough for what you’re doing for me!”

There are so many things he’d like to respond with but they all seem to either not say enough or far too much about how he feels in that moment, so instead, Diego tightens his grip on her and buries his face in her hair and just holds on until Lila starts pulling away.

-

The drive back to the city is a lot more sombre compared to the giddy energy that Lila had created in the car on their way to the beach. Diego looks over at her periodically, but for most of the time she’s just quietly staring out of the window at the scenery whizzing by in the half light of dusk. It’s a beautiful view, he can’t blame her, but he feels almost like she’s trying to avoid conversation with him. So not sure what he would even talk about, Diego leaves her to it and spends his time making up his mind that once she has her green card and is no longer reliant on their continued charade, he owes it to himself, but maybe even the two of them, to tell her how he feels.

-

There’s a definite shift in the way they live together after their beach trip. They never actually discuss it, but Diego makes an effort to not work until late in the evening, and it seems Lila hardly ever has any plans with friends at night, and so they spend the weeks leading up to their immigration interview cooking and having dinner together, often using the time to get to know each other as best they can and compare notes on all the relevant answers to the questions Rodriguez and his wife wrote down for them. Other times they’ll put on a movie and make popcorn and spend a quiet evening on the couch together.

It’s both perfect and absolute bliss and at the same time it nearly tears Diego apart. Because every time they sit together on the couch, separated only by the fucking bowl of popcorn that they both very strenuously take turns to put their hand in, he has to physically restrain himself from simply shoving the stupid bowl to the floor and launching himself at Lila.

It’s slowly driving him insane.

On the day of their interview they are both quite nervous and when the USCIS agent separates them and puts them in different offices, Diego can’t stop fidgeting even when the interviewer promptly comes back in to talk to him.

He needn’t have worried. They’d done a good job at preparing for the interview and between all of the photos and receipts (some of them legit others maybe slightly less so), there are no holes that anyone could poke in the story they’d created.

He is somewhat thrown, though, when the agent asks him whether he loves his wife, that wasn’t a question that Rodriguez had mentioned, but it strikes him that it’s the one question that he can answer most honestly, so he tells her that he loves Lila with all of his heart and at this point couldn’t imagine living without her, and the agent just makes a note on her notepad and then thanks him for his time.

He’s waiting in the foyer when Lila comes out looking a little flustered and Diego’s heart sinks in disappointment as he concludes she must not have gotten her green card.

“You ok?” he asks tentatively as she gets to him and Lila gives him a glassy eyed look and says slightly absentmindedly, “Yeah, course!”

Confused by her answer, Diego tries again and asks, “How’d it go?”

Lila seems just as confused when she answers, “Uh, yeah, fine!”

Feeling like there’s a misunderstanding somewhere in their conversation Diego asks head on, though he feels like he’s being insensitive, “So, d’you get the visa?”

“What?” Lila asks distractedly, then adds, looking more harassed than he’s ever seen her “Oh that, yeah, yeah, of course I did. Uhm, can we just go home?”

He’s absolutely thrown by that. He would have expected her to be significantly more excited, considering the amount of work she put in, but he thinks maybe it’s just the adrenaline wearing off, so he follows her wordlessly out of the building and back to the car.

When they get back to the apartment, Diego’s just in the middle of taking off his boots, when Lila twists around to look at him and then rushes out, almost as if she’s been holding the question in for hours, “Diego, are you in love with me?”

[that-yandere-life]

Nsfw alphabet for Erik Killmonger/The Winter Soldier ? Also, happy birthday !!! :D ♥

[Don’t worry I am still going to be doing Erik! But I really got invested in the idea of being with the Soldier! Thank you so much for helping me celebrate and I hope you enjoy!]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Unfortunately the Soldier can’t really stick around after sex, considering he isn’t supposed to be with you in the first place. However after meeting you by chance during one of his missions he became obsessed with you. Dropping in and out of your life at a moment's notice. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favorite part of yours: Your hands, the way you touch him so gently like you are afraid he will break or disappear. It’s the only amount of kindness he gets, and so it means the most to him that you are even willing to touch him.

Favorite part of his: Not that he would designate much thought to himself, but if he had to choose probably his cock, because it’s what he uses to pleasure you with. Along with his hand, not the metal one however, he is far too afraid of hurting you. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Likely would just cum inside of you, not really having any other experience to go by, really acting on instinct when it comes to love making. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Most of the time he will watch you undress from your window, without you ever knowing he was there. Sometimes he will come inside and give you whatever bit of him he can, but when he has time constraints he can’t always do that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Bucky was a ladies man back in the day, having experience for days. However this does not translate into the Soldier who has had his memory wiped more times than you can count. Mostly just going on what feels right, and what you tell him feels good. You may have to educate him on certain things, but he is used to taking orders.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Regular missionary, he won’t be knowledgeable about anything else but he will make sure that you are satisfied by the time he walks out the door. Somehow always remembering you, even after a heavy wipe. They can’t rid you from having a presence in his mind, or heart. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Always serious, never really showing much emotion at all, not that he doesn’t have emotions he just doesn’t know how to react to them. The best he can do is show you through physical means, and the fact that he keeps showing up at your doorstep.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Don’t expect him to have any grooming habits down there, barely able to maintain basic hygiene as it is. Unless you decide to help him, and offer to groom for him. He won’t exactly understand at first, but once you show him it will be quite an intimate act between you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not really romantic, doesn’t even really speak much to you but you can tell his emotions by how softly he touches you, or how he treats you during the act. Once he discovers kissing, he will have his lips on any bit of exposed flesh you allow.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he can’t be with you he does it everyday, but images of you will always be on his mind. There is literally no one else he thinks about other than you, and wanting to be inside of you at all times if he could.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Knife kink, let me explain why though. He likes the idea of scaring you just a little bit, all the while you can tell he is in total control of his actions in that moment. Never leaving behind a harsh mark, a light scratch at most. It’s kind of his way of claiming you without realizing that is what he was doing.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In your bedroom, away from the rest of the world. Where he can forget about being a cold blooded assassin and just be human with you. In that place he is yours and you are his, that is the only thing that truly matters.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, plain and simple. No matter what you are wearing, or how long it’s been since you have showered, you will turn him on just being in his presence. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Would never choke you, as he has killed many that way and will never allow you to be added to that total. It would be a harsh line, where he doesn’t know his own strength and so would never put you at risk.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Would likely not know how to give you oral unless you teach him how to, and he will enjoy it very much. Shocked when you do the same for him, liking it immensely wanting to start off most sessions that way.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast, rough, and harsh. Fucking you into the mattress every single time, he can’t afford to be away too long as it would arouse suspicion from his superiors. The last thing he wants is for them to find out about you. Only able to go slow and sensual when time allows for it, which is incredibly rare.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are usually all you have time for, and he will take what he can get when it comes to you. Even if it's only a few moments that you both can spare to be together.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Already is taking a risk meeting up with you at all, there is no way he would risk even more and have Hydra take you from him. They already have taken so much, he couldn’t bear to lose the one good thing in his existence.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

When the two of you have time, he can go forever, he is a Super Soldier ™ after all… he has stamina for days. You would be begging for a break before he would give in, wanting to feel you forever.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Wouldn’t own any toys, but wouldn’t be opposed to you using them on him or yourself! 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

More of a let’s get down to business instead of a tease, and he wouldn’t fully understand if you are teasing him. It’s just something he doesn’t get, but if it makes you happy then he will allow it of course.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very quiet, sans a few soft grunts and groans. Or the sound of him kissing/sucking on your vulnerable skin.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has taken your used underwear with him back home before, finding a hiding place for them. Eventually he will use them for his own purposes when he is stuck in his cell like bedroom without you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick, long, uncut, a thing of beauty really. A bit veiny, causing extra sensation for you. ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s high as fuck, but he can only indulge so much. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Can’t afford to fall asleep next to you most times, however if he is masturbating he will use it to help him fall asleep. The release helps him drift off into dreams of you, and him on top of you ;)

[dlwritings]

Got Your Six | Tom Holland | pt 11

series masterlist found here

general masterlist found here

pairing - mob!Tom x reader word count - 3,763 warnings - swearing, oral (m and f receiving), guns, drinking, knife usage

summary - Tom prepares (Y/N) for the gala, but things at the event don’t go to plan.

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By the time the gala came, Tom and I had already gone out to get a dress. Now, here I was, zipping up the back of the most gorgeous black gown I had ever seen. I was in my room with April, both of us doing our hair and makeup. While my dress was black, April’s was white with a tan underlining. I straightened my hair, and she curled hers in a half up-do. I wore striking makeup with red lipstick, while she went with a more subtle look. My heels were red, hers were tan. By the time we were both ready, Tom was knocking at my bedroom door. He cracked it open and stuck his head in, his hand covering his eyes.

“Everyone decent?” he asked.

“Yes, weirdo,” April said with a smile. Tom opened his eyes, and his smile faltered for only a moment as his eyes scanned over me.

“Wow,” he said. “You look stunning.”

“Thanks,” April said sarcastically before I could even open my mouth.

Tom chuckled. “You look beautiful, April.” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said with a teasing roll of her eyes. “I’m going to go find Harrison.”

When April left the room, Tom shut the door behind her and locked it. I felt myself blush as he walked over to me. He tugged his lower lip between his teeth and shook his head at me. “I have no words,” he said, brushing some hair behind my ear when he approached me. “Stunning actually isn’t good enough.”

“Shut up,” I said, biting my own lip. I awkwardly folded my arms across my stomach. “I don’t even feel like myself.”

“You look like a new version of you,” he said. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“You just like when I look like this,” I said.

“That’s not fair,” Tom said. “I like when you’re wearing sweatpants too.” He put his hands on my waist, pulling me close to him. “Or nothing. I like when you wear nothing, too.”

“Are you ever not horny?” I teased, slapping his chest before nibbling my lip again.

“Stop biting that fucking lip,” Tom laughed lightly. He ran his thumb over my lower lip and smiled at me. For the first time since our relationship began, I decided to take things into my own hands. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him onto the bed. He fell back with an oof and looked up at me, amused.

Tom looked especially attractive in his black slacks and white button up. He had on a black tie, and his hair was done perfectly. Tom sat at the edge of the bed while I kneeled at the end, unbuckling his trousers and tugging them down a bit. I pulled his dick out, and he immediately groaned. I licked my palm and rubbed him slowly, feeling him getting hard in my grasp. Eventually, Tom’s breaths started to turn to slight whimpers just at the movements of my hand, so I ran my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip before wrapping my lips around his cock and starting to suck. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” he groaned. I could tell he wanted to put his hands in my hair, but I appreciated the way he respected my perfectly done hairstyle. He, instead, gripped the sheets in his fists and tossed his head back. I hollowed out my cheeks and relaxed my throat so I could take him all the way. My nose brushed against his pelvis, and Tom groaned, his hips lifting slightly. “Just like that, petal,” he moaned. “Look so pretty, sucking my cock like that.” He groaned as I sped up my pace, moving my hand to cup his balls. I felt him start to twitch in my mouth. “‘M gonna cum,” he muttered. “Fuck, babe-” He cut himself off with a moan as he came in my mouth. As much as I disliked the taste, I didn’t want to get my face or dress messy, so I swallowed. When I pulled away from him, wiping some saliva off the corner of my lip, Tom let out a heavy breath and fixed his pants. I stood up and turned to face the mirror, making sure I still looked gala-ready.

Just when I turned to look at Tom, he grabbed me and brought me over to the bed, laying me down on my back. He smirked up at me as he pushed my dress up a bit before disappearing underneath the skirt. He tugged my black panties down my legs but didn’t bother taking them off all the way.

Tom kissed up my thighs before attaching his lips to my core. He licked a strip along my slit, and I sighed contently and gripped the sheets in my hands, much like Tom had done only minutes before. I felt him tease my core with his finger as he sucked my clit between his lips. I moaned at his slow movements, lifting my hips in an attempt to get more. Instead, he continued pushing his finger in me, knuckle by knuckle, before pumping it slowly. “More,” I whimpered, fighting the urge to close my eyes, knowing he would tell me otherwise. He looked up at me through hooded eyes, pulling his lips away from me and continuing to move his finger. “Please,” I said, “sir.”

Tom grinned and moved his face again, adding another finger and quickening their thrusts. He kept flicking my clit with his tongue, and when his fingers hit that spot inside me, he sucked it harshly between his lips. “Right there, Tom!” I moaned. “Yes!” I could feel him grin against me, and my thighs squeezed against his head as I came.

Tom stayed between my legs, licking me until I physically started to wiggle away from him. He moved out from under my skirt, wiping his mouth against the back of his hand. He was grinning at me as he tugged my panties back up my legs. I brushed some hair away from my face and sat up, bringing his lips up to mine. We kissed slowly, Tom’s hand gently holding the back of my neck.

When he pulled away from me, Tom gave me another smile. “I have something for you,” he said. I cocked my head to the side and looked at him.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “Something better than that?” He chuckled before he stood up and walked over to my dresser, and I realized there was a box there I hadn’t seen before. He must’ve just brought it when he came in the room. He handed the box to me, and I eyed him suspiciously.

“Open it,” he said, nodding his head at the box. An amused smirk grew on my face as I did as he said. However, the smirk immediately disappeared when I saw what was inside.

“A gun?” I hissed, my eyes growing wide. I stood up from the shock, almost letting the box fall from my grasp.

“And a thigh holster!” Tom said, motioning to the bit of fabric that laid inside the box. I could tell he was trying to keep his tone light. “I thought you could wear it to the gala.” I eyed him suspiciously before picking up the gun.

“Am I supposed to be worried about tonight?” I asked, turning the pistol over in my hands.

“No,” Tom said. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “Nothing bad is gonna happen, alright? Tonight is gonna be fun and we haven’t heard any talk of threats.”

“Then why are you giving me this?” I asked. “If you’re so sure, why are you giving me a gun?”

Tom sighed and hung his head before looking at me again. “Because losing you isn’t something I can handle, okay? And if I’m wrong and something goes down tonight, I'd rather you be armed and ready than unprepared because I told you you’d be fine.”

I understood what he was saying, but the worry stayed in my chest. Everything was fine when he was teaching me to shoot at the range or boxing in the ring, but the idea of me having to put it all to use made it too real. Tom took the gun and thigh holster from me and got on his knees in front of me. I put my hands on his shoulders as he lifted my leg, kissing up my calf. He slid the holster up my leg and secured it around my thigh. I felt him nuzzle his face against my skin and press his lips to my inner thigh before he set my leg back on the ground. He grabbed my gun and sat back on his heels. He ejected the magazine and showed me that it was loaded. “Fifteen bullets,” he said before clicking the magazine back into place. “With your shot though-” He smirked. “-you should only ever need one.”

“Ha ha,” I said with a roll of my eyes. He chuckled and showed me that the safety was on before sliding the pistol into place in my holster. He let the skirt of my dress fall back into place before he stood up and put his arms around my waist.

“I’ve got your six,” he whispered, brushing his nose against mine.

“And I’ve got yours.”

Tom and I walked out of my room and met the others at the bar. Harrison was making some drinks for us to pregame before the gala. None of us were planning on getting trashy. This was, after all, a gala. Not some college frat party. Still, I was nervous and wanted to be a little buzzed before I was in public. I jumped onto the counter and took the moscow mule that Harrison had made me. The six of us chatted and drank for about an hour before Tom announced it was time to leave. He and Harrison both opted out of drinking, deciding to remain completely sober for the night. I knew it was part of their constant need to stay on their toes.

We got to the gala about fifteen minutes after it started which was perfect. Fashionably late. We found our table and sat, waiting for a waiter to come and bring us the food we had ordered beforehand. Tom was more handsy than he had been in a while, constantly having his hand on my thigh or rubbing the back of my neck. From time to time, he’d lean close to me and whisper something dirty in my ear. Important people were making speeches and I was getting filled up with champagne. We were all having a blast, and I even started to forget about the pistol pressed against my thigh.

“Mm, I have to go to the bathroom,” I whispered to Tom, pressing a kiss to his cheek after another speech.

“I’ll go with you,” he said, starting to stand up from the table.

“No, sit,” I said . “I’ll be back in a hot second.”

“Just let me walk you,” he said.

“I know what let me walk you means,” I teased. “It means I’ll sneak into the bathroom with you for a quickie.”

“And what’s so wrong with that?” Tom asked, kissing the back of my hand. I laughed and gave his face a playful shove.

“Be back in a minute.”

I left Tom and headed to the bathroom, quickly using the restroom and fixing up my hair. The smile on my face was almost permanent, my cheeks hurting from how hard I was grinning. The night was going perfectly.

Until I stepped out of the bathroom and everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, my ankles were duct taped to a chair, my arms were duct taped behind the seat, and there was duct tape over my mouth. I tugged at the restraints and tried to shout, though it obviously came out muffled behind the duct tape. I was doing my best not to panic, but I felt tears coming to my eyes.

“Good luck getting out of those.”

I looked to the direction of the voice to find a man I had never seen before. He had his hand on his chin as he looked at me. I fought against the restraints even more, still knowing it wasn’t worth it. The guy crouched in front of me, a grin growing on his face.

“You really are pretty, aren’t you?” he said, a laugh following his words. I jerked my face away from his hand that was coming up to stroke my cheek. “Mm. Feisty too.” He grabbed the corner of the duct tape and ripped it off my face, causing me to cry out in pain.

“Where the hell am I?” I asked when I recovered.

“Oh yeah, good try,” he laughed.

“What’s going on?” I pressed. “Who the hell are you?”

“Hasn’t your boyfriend told you anything about me?”

And it clicked. Mackie.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” I said, “but I don’t have anything for you.”

“Oh, I know that,” he said. “But you can bring something to me. Or someone.”

“Tom isn’t stupid enough to fall into your trap,” I said.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Mackie said. “Usually, you’re right. I can never get him where I want him. But you-” He stroked my cheek again, then gave it a slap. I winced. “I think he’d cross mountains and rivers for you.”

“Bullshit,” I spat. Mackie clenched his jaw and slapped me again.

“Swearing is not becoming of a lady,” he said.

“Fuck you.”

And that earned me another slap across the face.

“If you’re going to keep me here,” I said, shaking my head like that would move the pain away, “I at least want to know how you’ve been following me. How you knew about me at the club. How you did any of this.”

“The Hollands never know how to spot a rat,” Mackie said. Mackie whistled, and three guys came into the room. One was Liam, the guy I met at the bar on my night out, one was Stan, the guy Tom had warned me about at the club, and the other was James. James, who inappropriately touched me. James, who called me a prostitute. James, who Tom almost shot. James. James, the fucking rat.

“You fucking dickhead,” I said, my eyes narrowing at James. Mackie grabbed my hair and yanked my head to force me to look at him.

“Watch your tongue,” he said. I clenched my jaw before spitting in Mackie’s face. He closed his eyes, let out a heavy sigh, and delivered the harshest slap to my cheek. Sebastian reached into the waist of his pants and pulled out a gun, pointing it at my head.

This was not the first gun I had pointed at me, but did it ever get easier? Less scary?

“We’re not shooting her,” Mackie said, raising a hand up at Sebastian without even looking at him. With his other hand, he reached into his pocket and whipped out a knife. “There’s other things though, that we can do.”

That’s when I felt him tear the fabric of my dress and cut into my arm. I let out a scream of pain, tossing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. “Liam, phone, now.”

Liam pulled out his phone and presumably started recording. Mackie grabbed my chin in his hands and forced me to look at the camera. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, but I refused to make any more noise. “I told you to take better care of her, Holland,” Mackie said, a grin on his lips. He dug the knife deeper into my arm, causing me to actually cry out in pain. “Come to the address within the hour, alone, or-” He held the knife up to my neck now. “-she gets it.”

“Don’t, Tom!” I called out. Mackie gripped my hair and cut slightly against my jaw. I whimpered and closed my eyes.

“God, she sure has a mouth,” Mackie laughed, dragging his hand from my hair to my lips, tracing his finger across my lower lip. “I get why you like her so much.” Mackie cut my dress a bit, exposing some of my chest. “You’ve got an hour, Holland.”

When Liam stopped filming, I allowed more tears to fall from my eyes, a few broken sobs escaping lips. “You’re a fucking dickhead,” I said to Mackie.

“And you don’t learn,” he said, slapping me across the face again. He, Liam, James, and Sebastian all left me alone again, which forced me to further evaluate the situation. I felt weak, the blood from my arm dripping and the blood from my jaw moving down to my dress. If I moved too much, I got dizzy, but I tried to stay coherent enough to figure out what to do next.

-

“There are three likely ways you’ll ever be restrained,” Tom said as he bound my wrists with duct tape and Harrison tied April’s with ropes. “They tend to use ropes, duct tape, and zip ties.”

“Zip ties are probably the hardest to get out of,” Harrison said, “so we’ll practice with those next.”

“With duct tape,” Tom said, “you want to try and get a tear in the tape.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well,” Tom said, “you’ll likely have your arms behind your back-” Tom had bound mine in front of me so I could see what was happening. “-and probably behind a chair. You’ll want to see if you can find a sharp edge of the chair and start rubbing the tape against it. If your hands are in front of you, you can probably just rip it with your teeth. Once you get a tear, it should be easier to just break out of it.”

-

I moved my wrists, trying to see if I could find a sharp edge on the chair to rub the tape against. I felt something that might work -maybe a broken part of the chair- so I allowed myself a sliver of hope that I could get out before Tom got there. I just wanted to help him, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to do so held up like an idiot. I could tell as soon as I walked in that my gun wasn’t in its holster. Upon further inspection, I saw it on a table not too far away from me. I couldn’t reach it bound to the chair, but if I could just get myself out of the binds-

Mackie and his guys burst in, guns at the ready, pointed in the direction of the door Tom would likely be coming in through. I turned my head and saw Tom coming in, his hands in the air. “I just want to talk, Mackie,” Tom called. “You let (Y/N) go.”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make commands right now,” Mackie called back.

“She’s not involved in this,” Tom said. “You let her go, and we can sort this out. Just you and me. You send your boys off, and we can work this out. No one else has to get involved.”

“You got your girl involved as soon as you met her,” Mackie said. “That’s on you.”

“I know,” Tom said. “You’re right. This was my fuck up. But you just send your boys out and let her go.”

“Not happening,” Mackie said. “She’s the only thing keeping you here. I know you’ll start shooting the minute she’s gone.”

“At least send your boys out,” Tom said. “Four on one isn’t exactly fair, is it?

“Who said I want to play fair?”

Tom shrugged. “I guess no one. If your really think you need three other guys to beat me, that’s on you.”

Mackie’s shoulders dropped slightly, and he turned to his boys. “Go,” Mackie said.

“Boss-”

“Fucking do as I said!” Mackie said, cutting off Liam. None of them looked pleased, but all of Mackie’s boys left the room. The three of us were alone. I wiggling against my restraints, trying not to move too much so Mackie wouldn’t notice.

“What’s this about, Mackie?” Tom asked, continuing to approach us.

“You fucking know what this is about,” Mackie said. “You’re moving in on my turf, and I’m done letting it slide.”

“We can work something out,” he said. “Just let her go.”

“I’m done working shit out with you, Holland!” Mackie shouted. “You make deals with me, and three days later you’ve moved in again. Your word is crap to me, and I’m done.” Tom was in front of me now, standing between me and Mackie. “So I’m gonna kill your girlfriend,” Mackie said. “And after I kill her, I’m gonna kill your boy, Harrison. And the rest of your fucking family. And you’ll have to suffer through all of that before I finally kill you. I’m done letting you control any part of this city.”

“You want to kill me?” Tom said. “Kill me. That’s fine. I’ve been ready for death for my whole life. I’ve faced it more times than I can count. The idea of it doesn’t bother me anymore. But what I don’t like is when the people I care about are put in danger because of me. So if you want to shoot me, then shoot me. No one’s stopping you. But you let, (Y/N), go.”

“You’re not going to talk your way out of this one,” Mackie said. “Not this time. I’m done falling for this shit.”

The next few things happened in slow motion. Gunfire rang outside, and Mackie lost focus for a moment. That was when Tom made his move, knocking the gun out of his hand and punching him in the face. I wondered then if Tom even had his gun on him, or if the idiot had come in unarmed. Before I knew it, the two of them were on the ground, pounding each other in. Tom seemed like he was winning for a moment, but then Mackie was on top of him, punching his face in.

I had been working to get a tear in the duct tape for a while, and I finally felt it give. Using all my strength, I ripped the tape from my wrists and moved just as quickly to free my ankles. I stumbled over to the table where my gun was just as I heard Mackie grab his.

Bang

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