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redflagshipwriter · 26 days ago

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Chef Beef 2/2

Part 1

Thursday

11:30 AM.

Only a few more days left of this experiment. Jason wasn’t sure if he was dreading the end or looking forward to it. Streaming twice a day was kind of a lot, but it was also invigorating.

Jason heaved a sigh at his screen, mostly joking in his exasperation. His viewers were little shits. “I already pounded it.” He held up the tenderized steak. “I pounded it within an inch of its life– in bed, against the wall, on the floor–” Jason cut himself off from reading the comments incredulously. “In the kitchen!” He scowled at his fans. “I am not pounding meat anywhere but in a clean kitchen.” He shook his head and scoffed. “I will tenderize one more steak, if you really need to see it. Pay enough attention this time to notice the sterile environment.”

Raven sighed deeply. “I will explode the head of the next puerile loser to comment,” she threatened. She snapped her fingers at the viewers, nails setting off sparks and smoke. “Do not make me read those words.”

Jason gave a theatrical shudder.

She squinted at the comment section. “Are you Nightwing?” she asked him wryly. He was probably the only person who could tell that she was laughing her ass off internally. “They can’t think of another reason for us to know each other.”

Jason jumped so hard he nearly hit his finger with the mallet. “No! Christ.” He shook his head. “We look nothing alike.”

The chat exploded with commentary. He ignored it with a laugh and went back to work. Dick must be giggling his ass off.

A few minutes later, he was explaining the miso-yuzu topping for his steak when he noticed a familiar name dropping another sticker.

Hey, wait. He frowned. “HawaiiHunk2?” He read incredulously. “You the same motherfucker that got blocked yesterday? You are thirsty, buddy.”

Raven put down her spoon and leaned over to see the screen. “Ew,” she said, screwing her whole face up.

“Miso hungry for you 🥺🥺🥺🥺,” HawaiiHunk2 had said. Definitely the same fucker.

“I’ve got it.” GOATman typed up rapidly.

Jason waited a moment for the notification that the guy was blocked to appear. Nothing. But HawaiiHunk2 never sent another message. Huh. Maybe he’d missed it somehow? “Thanks, GOATman,” he said. He stopped stirring his mix and set the bowl aside. “Imma see you again for dinner, right?”

GOATman sent a yes and a flood of emojis.

“Someone has a comparison, look at this.” Raven gave up any pretense of helping and leaned both elbows on his counter. He made an aggrieved noise. “They’ve got screenshots of us standing next to each other and…” she frowned. “Where did you get this image?” she said, sounding dangerous.

Jason looked over. “...Nerd,” he said. Someone had found a high quality shot of Raven and Nightwing and used her as a scale to do math about how big both men were. “You’re doing math? Embarrassing.”

“This image proves that you are taller than Nightwing,” said Kissy6000, a certified freak. “If her stated height is accurate, you are 5 inches taller than Nightwing, and your thighs are an additional 4 inches in circumference compared to his.”

“And much more swole,” added BicepMan. “Nightwing wishes he was built like that.”

He choked on a laugh, because that was kind of mean to his manager. “Back to twice baked potatoes,” Jason said pointedly. “We are almost done.”

He took the first bite on camera, as he always did. “Yupp,” he pronounced, “this is delicious.”

“I agree.” Raven licked her spoon. “I will probably never cook again, but I may manifest on your welcome mat and beg.”

“That’s more polite than my brothers,” he told her, and then turned his attention to his viewers. “Tell me if you make it– hell yeah, I will repost your picture,” Jason promised. “Mm, do I– I don’t see any relevance, BicepMan,” Jason scoffed. “Do I like redheads? Off topic. Blocked and deleted,” he joked. Then he held up his hands in a stop gesture. “Not for real, GOATman.”

That was an asinine inquiry. He shook his head with a laugh.

Obviously he liked redheads. No one could have survived extended contact with Dick’s goddamn menagerie of redheaded hottie hangalongs as a teenager without forming a preference. But it was inoculating. The average redhead on the street could not shake him anymore. He had managed to stay cool under the pressure of extended conversation with redheads hotter than these civilians could have ever dreamed of. Fuck.

BicepMan sent crying emojis. Jason waved it off with a hand and tried very hard to forget his teenage fixations. “Whatever. You can live, but you now owe me a picture– no, a picture of food. If it looks shit, I am going to make fun of it on my next stream, so you had better put your whole ass into it.” He tried his potatoes. “Mm, very good.” He showed a forkful to the camera. “Cheers. Fuck off now.” He cut the feed and then tore through his meal.

He had a simple meal for his evening stream. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but this was really growing on him. Maybe Jason was one of the lonely losers who would benefit from eating meals with someone. He considered this as he chatted back and forth with GOATman. “This is nice,” he said out loud. “Maybe I should go eat with my family more.”

GOATman sent him 100 dollars.

“Jesus,” Jason said, startled. “I don’t need your money. But thanks. You think it’s a good idea?” He wondered, cutting a slice of his tart.

“I think your family would love to have you over.”

The sincerity nearly made his skin crawl. Jason fidgeted. “I don’t know, my dad and I have a troubled relationship.” He sighed and put down his fork to rub at his face. “We’re both stubborn.”

“You can resolve it.”

“You are so positive, GOATman.” Jason huffed a laugh. “Maybe. I’ll see my Dad later, maybe I’ll see if he wants me over.”

Later that night on patrol, Jason made a point of swinging to the north end of his patrol radius. He tended to overlap with Bruce’s route there.

As expected, bat ears pricked up in the distance. Jason tried not to fidget as he waited. “Red Hood,” Batman said, landing down. “Everything alright?”

Jason nodded. “It’s good,” he said, feeling very stupid. How was he going to walk the conversation around to maybe coming over for dinner? “I-”

Red Robin cut into the comm line. “Batman, do we have any indication that Luthor is up to something unusual?”

Batman went tense. “Why?”

“A localized EMP went off and ruined Superboy’s phone, laptop, and his family smartfridge today at 12:16 this afternoon,” Red Robin reported, sounding awfully serious for such a stupid topic. Jason stifled a snicker in his glove. “I noticed because he usually sends me thirsty- he sends a lot of reports on his days, normally.” He overcorrected himself, flustered.

Batman hummed. Jason shook his head and got out his grapple, grateful for the exit from this conversation. “Perhaps he was misusing his devices,” Batman said. “The fridge is an unfortunate casualty.”

Jason turned the channel off before he had to hear any more about Superboy’s technological woes.

Friday

“Dear Jason!”

He sat up with a start, not ten minutes after he had gone to bed. Dick was grinning at him like a ghoul, holding out his phone in the darkness of his bedroom. He was still in his Nightwing costume. His gloves were off, so Jason could see that he had a fresh manicure for the first time in a while.

‘I need bug spray or some shit.’

“...Kory,” Jason said groggily. “Good morning.” He laid back down with a groan.

“Good morning!” she chirped. “I am looking forward to our video collaboration today! What should I wear for this occasion?”

Oh, fuck. He stared at his ceiling, struck immobile by horror. He was going to be trapped in his kitchen for more than an hour with one of the most attractive people on earth. Why was this happening to him?

He turned a thoroughly wounded expression on Dick. Dick shrugged. “Wardrobe?” He prompted.

…He did not want to pick out clothes for Kory. That was… no, that was dangerous territory.

Why was she asking him? Was this a normal thing for a celebrity to care about?

Jason ran a hand through his hair and cursed his life. “I don’t care,” he said. “A ballgown. A swimsuit. Old sweats. You literally always look good.” A bit too much sincerity crept into his voice at the end.

Dick flinched.

“You as well!” She sang out. “Let us make a bargain! We will wear the shortest of shorts, and shirts that show our arms! The viewers will find it extremely invigorating.” He just knew she was flexing on the other end of the line.

Jason thought over that for a moment. “I don’t think I own Daisy Dukes.”

Dick tossed the phone onto his bed and started shuffling through Jason’s dresser. He retrieved a pair of jeans and then walked off with them into another room.

It took a moment for the pin to drop. He sat up. “Dick!”

A rip cut through the air as Dick converted his jeans into shorts.

Jason laid back down mournfully. “I have short shorts,” he reported to Kory. “Okay. Wanna coordinate a color or anything?”

She cheerfully demurred. Jason ended the call and then hauled his sore body out to glare at his shitty older brother. “Don’t you have any pride? You know damn well that putting Kory on my livestream is gonna be really weird.”

Dick shrugged. “This hurts, but my rent is paid up for the rest of the year,” he said philosophically. “I can cry into a pile of paid bills.” He held up a pair of horrifically short cut-off jeans with a self satisfied smirk. “I’m going to get a car. You need to work in a reference to this credit card company by the way, say you use them for shopping for groceries.” He tossed a contract on the bed.

Jason blinked. “…How much money am I making?” He asked, baffled. “I haven’t looked at my accounts.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “You’re an asshole,” he said fondly, in a truly incredible bit of projection. “Sleep tight!” He slammed the door on his way out.

Jason laid there for a long and miserable moment, mind ticking unwillingly. He wanted to sleep. He needed to sleep, especially if he was going to deal with how catastrophically hot Kory was. Jason swallowed, hard. He tried not to think about her triceps. In his house. Kory and her hair and her everything, in his home. Holy shit.

He couldn’t sleep. He had to get up and scrub his home from top to bottom. What if Kory pulled the fridge out from the wall and saw the crumbs back there, huh? What if she needed to crawl under his sofa and saw that he had used it to hide an imperfection in the wall molding?

Once that was done, Jason took his nervous energy to the grocery store and changed his damn mind half a dozen times about what he wanted to make.

“Don’t be mad,” Dick texted him, an hour before go time.

What did that mean.

Jason called him immediately. Dick rejected the call. He stared at the phone, genuinely fearful. What did that even mean? How could it get worse?

He called again.

Dick’s phone was off.

He dialed up Barbie. “Hey, what is Dick up to?” Jason asked nervously, as soon as the line connected.

She laughed in his ear and ended the call.

He paced around his kitchen. “That’s cool,” he said. “That’s fine. It probably doesn’t mean anything.”

He found out what it meant when Kory knocked on his door and breezed in a cloud of perfume to land a kiss on his cheek. “Jason!” She announced, way too loudly. “We are so excited!” Her incredible hair sort of lashed and sparked in the air.

He reeled, a hand to his cheek. “What,” he said, like a dumbass. We? Oh no. It was a plural situation.

Roy Harper came in after her and kicked the door shut, arms… out. And bulging. “Yeah, we brought some stuff,” he said, as if Jason had noticed the goddamn tote bags he was hefting. Jason hadn’t gotten that far.

Jason made a wounded sound.

‘If Wally West or Barbara Gordon shows up, I’m leaving. This won’t be my apartment anymore. I’m not strong enough for this. Is Dick mad at me?’

“What’s that?” he said weakly, trying to get his hormones under control. Jason held onto the countertop to stay standing. He needed help. He needed one of those LifeAlert devices. Someone should call an ambulance immediately. His heart was going too fast and it hurt.

Roy grinned at him. It was so white and perfect that it hurt his brain a little. He dropped the totes on the counter and then dug out two honeydew melons. “Perfect melons!” he said, holding them up to his chest.

Jason made a sound like a strangled cat.

Kory threw her head back and laughed. “That is too funny, friend Roy,” she said. She floated over and snatched out some grapefruits. “They resemble your large pectorals!”

Roy grinned at her and sort of jiggled the fruit. “Thanks for noticing,” he said, and then he looked back at Jason. “Some of your followers had some rather… scientific curiosity.”

He tried to make a noise. Nothing came out.

“Yes,” Kory said, idly tossing fruit up and down. “You crushed a root vegetable in your hand. It has spurred inquiries such as, “Can a melon be cracked open in the bend of your arm? Will it crack or be crushed, or will it be unaffected?” Her grin turned extremely mischievous. “I thought we should all try it!” She dashed in between the two men and gave a squeeze to each of their arms. “That is why I thought that we should not wear the sleeves today! It will be easier to clean ourselves.”

Dick was a dead man. He could pay his bills in hell.

They started the stream. He introduced his guests. Jason was in such a fugue state that he knew damn well he wouldn’t remember what had happened. He stammered his way through the introduction so severely that Kory patted his back and then cheerfully announced they were going to make fruit juice!

“We will begin with guavas.” Kory pulled them out with a flourish. “Let us crush them with our hands!” She grinned to the camera.

Jason managed one look at her crushing fruit between her palms and then went back into survival mode. He wanted to lick her hands. He wanted to join a monastery.

“Next, oranges. I wanted to see if we could juice them inside the rind. What do you think?” Roy gave the screen a winsome smile and a piece of fruit a teasing squeeze.

“Oh!” Kory floated upwards in her excitement. “Let us take turns crushing them with our biceps! Everyone, please observe.”

“This is debatably sanitary,” Roy said, and then effortlessly crushed his orange over the bowl. It flattened and spurted out violently.

Jesus.

Jason watched, transfixed, as juice dripped down his arm. Kory crowed a laugh and then copied him. Jason let himself be bullied into it next. Why not? This might as well be happening to him.

HawaiiHunk2 returned just long enough to type up an all caps scream. He then disappeared from the list of viewers.

Relatable. He was right. For once in his miserable and horny little life, HawaiiHunk2 was right. It was better to run away.

“Next!” Kory brandished two melons. The chat exploded into incoherency. “Let us attempt the honeyed melons! Their rind is very thick.”

Jason looked at the orange juice drying on his arm.

“Looks sticky,” Roy said casually. Too casually. “Need me to clean that up for you?” He stuck his tongue out ever so slightly.

Jason reflexively made the sign of the cross.

“We also have watermelons!”

“God help me,” Jason begged. He gripped the counter hard.

“I have heard that it is an internet challenge to crush them in one’s muscular thighs! We, too, shall crush watery melons!”

“Yeah, buddy,” Roy said, extremely unhelpful. “Lucky we are all in such short shorts.” He twined around to show the camera his flank, lifting a leg. His thigh muscles flexed.

Jason didn’t really remember the rest of the stream. He didn’t remember ending it. It was sort of a rush of blood and hormones. He just survived the experience, honestly.

When it was all over, Kory and Roy each kissed a cheek and then bustled out with cheerful efficiency. They said something about going to blow up a warlord. Or something. He didn’t really know English anymore.

“Good luck,” Jason said, dazed. He sat down on his floor. His laptop and phone chimed constantly with notifications. Me too, buddy, he thought.

His window slid open and Dick crawled in like Sadako. “Yooooo,” the world’s worst sibling crooned. He tumbled into the room with a roll and then landed in a crouch. He giggled to himself, the white light from his phone reflecting on his face. “Oh, hey, did you see Tim’s message? Someone set off another EMP at the Kent farm during your livestream.” He snickered. An app made a ping noise, as a transaction registered. Dick threw his head back and cackled. “I have infinite money now! I don’t care about using paid vs unpaid leave anymore. I am going to get a 401k and health insurance! I am never going to die.” He threw himself back into the sofa and kicked his feet in the air.

Jason looked at his phone, seeking something that would numb the pain of his brother’s happiness.

His back went rigid.

He opened his messages. He scrolled past the 102 unopened messages from Kon, as was his habit. The top one said, “I am free ton….”

That was unimportant. He had unopened messages from both Kory and Roy.

Roy

You looked hot as hell today. 🔥 u free tonight? 👅 🫦 what else them thighs do? 🍈

Kory

Jason! 💕 You have the cleanest sofa I have ever seen. ✨ Let us spend some time upon it together and cause it to become filthy and possibly broken! 💋 🍑 💪

He looked at Dick. He looked back at his phone and the R U up style messages from two of Dick’s exes. He looked again at how heinously happy Dick was.

“Hey, Dick,” Jason said slowly. He felt a terrible smile creeping across his face.

He had the power to make all of that go away.

Dick stopped smiling. He went very still, like a meerkat in the grass. “…What up?”

“C’mere.”

#red chef beef #chef beef #Jason Todd #detective comics #Jason is living in the most challenging timeline for a bit #dick pays off his loans #dick gets a mani pedi #accidental influencer Jason Todd

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sincerelyyycece · 1 year ago

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hey, are u still there?...good.

Y/N inevitably finds themselves settling into James's backburner.

note: modern au, inspired by niki's song, "backburner.", lily evans is briefly mentioned, here's what i promised you guys mwa mwa!

Y/N had always been the "backburner," the second choice, especially James’s second choice. She was the one he turned to when his first plans fell through—the one who was always there but never the priority. She was used to it and had grown comfortable in the role.

Right now, she's sent at least 15 messages to him.

Hey?

Can we meet up? I have some great news to tell you.

Hellooo.

You're probably busy. Text me when you can.

James? Did something happen?

Nevermind, I'm probably overthinking it.

I'll just tell you here.

I got the internship :)

Delivered. Gazing at her screen, she sighed with a sense of familiarity. This repetitive pattern felt more like a routine or a game to her. The 'How long till he talks to me again?' Game, as she calls it. Setting her phone aside, she sought distraction from the mundane task of doing laundry.

A moment later, her phone chimed, drawing her attention. With a swift motion, she turned towards it. Hastily, she wiped her damp hands and cleared her throat before uttering, "Hello?" On the other end, she could hear faint shuffling before a familiar voice greeted her, "Hey, Angel." The affectionate nickname warmed her heart. "Just got your text. Congratulations!" he exclaimed. A soft "thank you" escaped her lips in response. His greeting sent a wave of warmth through her. "Apologies for not replying sooner. I was with..." He paused, clearing his throat. Her mood dimmed at the mention of another name. "With someone. I was with someone.”

Lily, always the first choice, James's top priority, the standard against which she measures herself. "Yeah, sure," she responded, lacking enthusiasm. "Mm-hmm," he trailed off. "So, do you want to celebrate? We could go out to eat or stay in and watch a movie," he suggested. "I'm not really feeling up to it right now. I'm pretty tired." There was a rustling sound on the phone once more. "Look, if this is about earlier, I apologize, alright?" he said. "Lily had some things going on and wanted to meet up, so we did." There it was again. Everything revolves around Lily.

"Um, yeah, I understand," she stuttered, trying to articulate her thoughts. "It's not that, James. I'm just exhausted from chores," she explained, glancing subtly at her unfinished laundry pile. "Y/N, come on. Let me make it up to you," he pleaded earnestly. "Pretty please," he persisted. She shook her head, amused, and relented, saying, "Okay, okay." Through the phone, she could hear his small yet enthusiastic 'yes.' "Order some takeout. We'll have a cosy night in with a movie," she suggested. "Yes, ma'am. I'm on my way," he joked lightly. "Take care." With that, she hung up and returned immediately to her laundry task.

Following that day, they continued hanging out. She pondered over the abrupt shift in their dynamic. It was uncharacteristic for her, yet she relished every moment spent with him. He delighted her by taking her to places she longed to visit and presenting her with gifts tailored to her preferences. He seemed to be doing everything right. However, as she prepared for a movie night tonight, a disheartening text message appeared on her phone. Hey, something came up. I have to reschedule. Sorry. She sighed, feeling a tinge of disappointment. Perhaps she should have anticipated this turn of events.

Sure, we can reschedule. she replied, her eyes brimming with tears. As they cascaded down her cheeks that night, she found herself immersed in a sea of sorrow. The following morning, she anticipated a message from him, but none arrived. Disheartened once more, she resolved not to reach out again. Days turned into weeks, with silence echoing his absence. It seemed as though he had vanished from her world. Or so she believed. Suddenly, her phone interrupted her reading, and without lifting her gaze from the book, she answered, "Hello?”

"Hey, are you still there?” echoed the familiar voice in her ears. Pausing, she glanced at the caller's ID. 'James :)' flashed on the screen. With a soft hum, she replied. His sigh reached her ears before he responded, "Good." Once more, she felt relegated to the sidelines in his priorities or had she truly ever moved from that place? Despite the familiar sting of disappointment, Y/N responded, "Yeah, I'm still here, James." His sigh of relief was almost audible across the line, and for a fleeting moment, she felt herself soften.

"I'm sorry, Angel," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of regret and something else she couldn't quite place. "I've been...busy." Busy, always busy. But she knew what that meant. Lily. Yet, she found herself replying, "It's okay, James. I understand." She knew she was settling for less, allowing herself to be on the backburner once again. But the truth was, she couldn't help it. She was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, willingly choosing to dance on the edges of his life, even if it meant getting burned time and time again.

So, she swallowed back the hurt and disappointment, offering him a smile he couldn't see. "We can catch up soon, okay?" She suggested, her voice steady. There was a brief silence before he answered, "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll see you soon, Angel." With that, the call ended, leaving her with the familiar echoes of his promises. She sat alone in the silence of her room, her heart heavy yet hopeful. As she closed her eyes, she knew, deep down, that she was still James's second choice, his backburner. But for now, for better or worse, that was a role she was willing to play.

#james potter #james potter fic #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter angst #james potter x you #james potter x y/n

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spaceycat · 12 days ago

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decided to repost this fic with ACTUAL smut now that im no longer a loser, enjoy guys:

i actually want to cry so bad that i deleted this poor anon's request on accident cuz it was so good, ANON. IF YOU'RE OUT THERE. IM SO SORRY!!!!

here's the premise: avenger!reader finding out that bucky is a pornstar and asks if he wants to practice with her !!!

let's just say that bucky like didnt fall of the train and isn't as traumatised LOL

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♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: s&m by rihanna (4:04)

✰ word count: 2.1k+ (yes. you read that right..)

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Bucky wasn't expecting you to come to him with that proposition, not in a million years. He wasn't expecting the sweet, innocent, and very much a superhero-self to be interested in him and his work.

But the problem is his work isn't the most respectable thing in the world and Bucky still didn't know you exactly found out that he did sex work in the first place and how long you've been watching you before. However, when you came up to him at a party and said "Maybe you'd want to practice with me? I'd be down.." At first he didn't know what you meant, but as soon as it clicked in his mind - he realised that the what he thought was innocent girl that he had a harmless crush on and flirted with almost every time he saw her for a year was now asking to fuck him. On camera might he just add. And how could he say no to you?

When Bucky texted you the next day about it, you weren't really betting on the fact that he thought it was serious and just thought it was a joke. "wanna practice at mine?" and then it all aligned, you were just trying to flirt, but now - right now, Bucky was now asking you to come over to help him 'practice'.

"My face won't be in it, will it?" You said shrugging off your coat at Bucky's apartment door. "What you afraid of people finding out that the superhero that has saved the world multiple times fucks like an animal?" Your jaw dropped at that. "How?--" "Whenever I'm over at Avengers tower the walls aren't exactly soundproof." "You can't just say that." "I just did, and I would like a demonstration to be honest."

And now, you were underneath Bucky - still in your clothes as he set up and fumbled with the camera beside the bed. "Is it recording?" He'd let out a hum, continuing to fumble with it. "..Should-- be." You were just tired, and horny - to put it lightly. You thought it was kind of endearing how he fiddled with the camera trying to make sure everything was perfect.

You grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him into a searing kiss - he reciprocated almost immediately after faltering for a moment, he'd pull back. "Listen, doll-- I dont want to watch this back and realise that the camera was the wrong way just give me a minute." "Bucky." You'd pout, he'd sigh. It's kind of a once in a lifetime opportunity that this happens to he's just gotta take what he can get."It'll have to do then.." When your pout was replaced with a pout, he couldn't help himself - locking you in a kiss.

His mind almost short-circuited as you grabbed his hand, moving it to your waist - his hand instinctively tightened. He's had other girls before, sure, but none of them were you. As the kisses turned heated and more open mouthed, Bucky's hand moved underneath your shirt, his hand splayed out on your abdomen - pushing it up slowly.

He pulled back for a moment, taking note of how you chased him - wanting more. Bucky chuckled a bit at that, "Give me a minute, doll." He'd pull your shirt off with your assistance, chucking it aside. He let out a low appreciative whistle, looking you up and down. "Jesus, you're beautiful.." "Bucky--" You just realised you said his name on the recording, "Wait, shit." "It's fine, doll. I can cut it out, say my name as much as you want." The suggestiveness of the comment made your face blush, not even noticing the fact that Bucky unclipping your bra tossing it aside aswell. "Pretty lil' thing.."

His shirt curled in your hands, "Off- please.." You wanted to see all of him. He let out a hum, pushing it off the bed - joining the rest of the clothes.

His hands slid down your chest, moving underneath your jeans to feel your slick panties, he let out a chuckle. "Already this wet, doll?"

"Shut the fuck up.." You'd pull him into a kiss, taking note of the surprised noise that you extracted from his lips. His hand moving your panties aside to glide through your slick folds, a small groan being soaked up by your lips on his.

You pushed his hand away, confused he broke the kiss - looking down at you. "Did I do something wrong?" "No-- you idiot, I'm just getting these god-forsaken jeans off of me." "Oh, right." He said with an embarassed chuckle.

As he saw you fumbling a bit with your jeans, he helped you with unbuttoning them. "Lift up your hips." You looked at him with a raised brow, "Lift." He repeated, you obeyed - with a swift motion he pulled your jeans off your body, leaving you in just your panties that were properly soaked.

"So fucking pretty." He muttered to himself, resting back on his heels as he looked over you. "Are you just going to stare?" "Fuck no." And in a moment, his lips were on yours again - sharing the same passion as the ones before.

His hand dragged down from your chest, over your abdomen, to the edge of your panties. Taking a moment to break from the kiss to bring his hand to his lips - wetting his ring and middle finger, maintaining eye contact with you - which made your jaw drop.

His hand snaked back down to your wet panties, pulling them aside with ease and gathering your arousal with his fingers as he slowly worked his fingers inside you - a moan coming from your mouth. As you placed a hand to his shoulder, the stretch of his fingers foreign.

"Shh-- baby, it'll feel so good, just give it a minute." He started slowly pumping his fingers, trying to find that spot inside of you. As the sting slowly subsided, pleasure replaced it.

Your head dropped back against the pillows, his lips moved to your neck. His thumb moving to graze your clit in agonising circles.

"Feel good, doll?" "Mm--"

He then slipped his fingers out of you, directing your shaky hands to his belt - he noticed how you faltered. "Hey-- we can stop anytime. Just say the word, and I'll stop recording. Yeah?" "I'm okay-- just not used to putting up a show." "You're okay, baby. You're doing so well" He'd place a soft kiss to your lips.

Your hands slowly worked his belt out from his pant hoops, you noticed the expensive branding flashes on the metal of the belt. "You buy this with porn money?" A chuckle left him, "Don't call it porn money.." You just stared at him, a small smile on your face as you waited for an answer. "Yeah-- I did, and soon.." He'd place a kiss to your nose, "You'll be able to buy whatever the fuck you want."

"Yeah?.." You dragged a hand down his chest, hands moving to slowly unbutton his jeans. A smirk graced his face, "Yeah." His hand played with the strap of your shirt, his attention solely focused on you.

After clothes were stripped, you just sat there on the bed looking up at him - not really knowing where to go from there. He moved foward, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he slowly placed a kiss to your lips. You placed a hand into his hair, the kiss slowly becoming more heated.

Your head settled back into the pillows and sheets, Bucky following every move. Your hand moved from his hair, down his chest - dragging a finger over his hipbone. "I didn't expect you to be a tease." "You wanted a demonstration, I'm giving you the full, real experience." "Mhm." You then took his cock into your hand, pumping it slowly exhibiting a groan from him. He was bigger than other guys you've had before, but then you reminded himself that he was literally a pornstar.

He then switched up the position between you, pulling you up into his lap - chest to chest, snuggly pressed up against eachother. He'd position himself at your entrance, his tip grazing you - making your hips unintentionally buck foward. "Eager." He said with a chuckle, hands being placed onto your thighs - slowly pushing you down onto his cock.

A small moan left your lips, your head resting on his shoulder as you adjusted. "There you go, sweet girl." He'd place a kiss to your cheek, the praise making you wetter, if that was possible. "Tell me when to move." You took a moment to gather the words, tapping his shoulder. "Move-- move, you can go." He slowly started to move his hips in tandem with yours, he decided to test the waters a bit - fully removing himself from you earning a whimper from you before bottoming out in you, causing your fingernails to dig in his back.

"You-- god... you have no fucking idea how long I've wanted this." He muttered, not really expecting you to recognise what he said by the way you were latched onto him like life support.

"Look at me." "Hm?" Your mind felt hazy with every thrust he performed, "Look at me, baby." You slowly pulled your head up to look at him in the eyes, he felt the way you clenched around him as you saw him - hair a mess, cheeks flushed, lips red and kissed. And that flipped something in your brain, pulling him into a searing kiss as your hips moved on its on - riding him feverishly.

Every small touch, every small movement put your mind into overdrive, focusing purely on the way he grabbed onto you like you'd disappear otherwise, muttered praises into your ear, the way his hands dragged over your body like he was committing every curve and feeling into his mind.

This was more than performing for some video, it was so much more.

You felt the familiar coil start up in your stomach, god if you could see yourself. You were probably a mess, hair disheveled, makeup ruined from the tears of pleasure brimming your eyes, but that didn't stop you - infact it fuelled you.

Bouncing on his lap like you needed it to live, feeling the way he fitted you perfectly but treated you like you would break if he went to harshly - you wanted him to ruin you.

His hand dragged down from a supporting hand around your waist to rub fast circles around your clit, placing his fingers into his mouth to wet them before continuing his ministrations. His eyes were focused on you, solely you - not the camera, not performing. Watching your reactions, hearing your moans that were caused from him.

You saw white as you came around him, laying your head on his shoulder - spent, letting him use you in any goddamn way he pleases to cum. "So good baby.." He muttered, continuing speaking praises to you as his hips snapped up into you.

He pulled out, his head resting back on the headboard of the bed, eyes closed as he came onto your stomach.

You both just sat there for a moment, enjoying the silence that was your panted breaths. "What a performance." You joked, "You deserve an award for that one." "Mm.."

As you caught your breath, you looked up at him. "I want to continue doing this with you." "..What? As in the filming thing?" "No-- no, no cameras. Only us." "Are you asking me out on a date?" "Poorly." "No cameras, I like that." He'd run a hand through your sweat-soaked hair, "No performing." "You implying that you were faking it that entire time?" He chuckled a bit, "No-- hell no." "Lucky me.." You both sat in silence for a moment, breaths still heaving - cutting through the silence. "Go have a shower, I'll clean up and join you afterwards, okay?" "Okay.." You said with a smile, placing a chaste kiss to his lips as you moved off his lap, thighs aching from the pressure put on them - but it was worth it.

Afterwards, Bucky helped you into the shower - going to check the recording that he expected to be hours long. As he grabbed it, he realised that he didn't even start recording. He'd chuckle a bit as he chucked the camera on the bed, moving into the bathroom to join you in the shower. He wasn't against filming another video with you, and he doubted you'd be against that.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════ SAY IT WITH ME NOWW!! consent is hot, thank you anon, wherever you are, for requesting that. sorry for like not posting recently either??? but i hope this compensates! i like.. put everything into this and idk why, i just fully locked in HAHAHA.

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itsnesss · 2 months ago

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Hello, I have a request if it's ok with you 🙌🏻 I would like you to write a sensei wolf x reader fic, I don't have details but the moment where he fights Johnny and he has to be on his knees to wait to continue the fight, it doesn't leave my mind 👁️👄👁️ so, could you write something with that? (smut obviously) And thank youuuu ❤️

𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | sensei wolf × fem!reader

summary | during an intense training session, the tension between you and wolf reaches its peak. challenging him with an unexpected move, you manage to bring him to his knees, showcasing your power and control, while he, surprised, begins to see in you a strength he didn’t anticipate

warnings | smut, explicit content, power dynamics, sub!wolf, dom!reader, intense physicality, fingering, oral (reader!receives)

word count | 1.1 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You were in the dojo, as always, training hard, but this time something was different. The tension in the air was palpable. The training had ended, and you could still feel their eyes on you, watching every movement, every breath.

"You're getting better," said Wolf, his voice deep and authoritative, though there was something else in it this time. Something that made you feel as if you were under his control.

You turned around to pick up your backpack, but immediately felt his hand on your shoulder, stopping you. His touch was firm, almost like a silent command. "Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, with a defiant smile on your face, without turning to confront him.

"Because you intrigue me," he replied, and your heart skipped a beat.

You turned slowly to face him, and the proximity between you became clearer. You could feel his heat, his strength, his power. Your heart was pounding, but you remained calm, challenging him with your eyes.

"Would you dare to put into practice what I've taught you?" he asked, as if it were a joke, but you knew it wasn't.

A moment of silence, and then you approached him, step by step. You could see the uncertainty in his gaze, the internal struggle. Finally, you stopped in front of him, almost brushing his chest with yours.

"Yes, I would dare," you said with a playful smile, and before he could react, you pushed him back with all your strength. I didn't expect you, I wasn't prepared for that move. He almost lost his balance, but you stood firm. The power was on your side, and you knew it.

A glimmer of surprise crossed his eyes, followed by something else. Something that overflowed with authority and desire.

At that moment, without thinking any further, you advanced quickly, making him fall to his knees before you. The sound of his knees hitting the ground echoed in the dojo, but it was not a sound of defeat, but of acceptance.

You looked at him with a triumphant smile, enjoying the feeling of having him at your feet. But, in his gaze, there was a spark of respect, of admiration.

"Stay there," you took his chin while ordering him to remain kneeling before you. You moved closer, brushing your fingers against his lips. "Don't move."

And with that, you started to undress. First it was your belt, which you tossed aside. Then it was your pants, which slid down your legs until your feet kicked them off.

Wolf had seen your body before. Many times. But it wasn't her gaze that mattered. It was the power and authority in your gaze.

Wolf seemed to not care, but you knew he was excited. You could see it in his eyes. In the way he breathed.

"Strip," you ordered, without taking your eyes off him, but Wolf seemed to hesitate. "Strip now," you repeated, a little louder.

And he took off his shirt, then his pants. His body was strong, muscular. He didn't need to tell you he was ready.

"That's it," you said, with a smile. "Now, let's see if you can please me."

And you pulled down your panties, showing it to him. You could feel the cold air against your skin. You couldn't wait any longer. You felt it, you needed it, you desired it.

You took his hand and brought it to your panties. "Touch me," you whispered. And he did, without a moment's hesitation. His touch was firm, strong, as if you were his.

Involuntarily, your hips moved back and forth, seeking more. And Wolf began to slide his fingers in slowly. You could feel his pulse throbbing in your panties.

"You're so wet," he said, with a little smile.

"Why do you think I came?" you asked mischievously. Wolf smiled, as if everything that was happening was amusing to him. As if it didn't matter.

But you knew it did matter.

The touch of his fingers inside you was exquisite. You couldn't help but move your hips to seek more. But just when you were about to reach climax, Wolf stopped abruptly.

"No," you scolded him. "Don't stop, don't stop."

Wolf seemed amused. "No, no," you said, and you started moving your hips back and forth. "I want more."

And he gave you more, he started pushing his fingers into you harder. You could feel them moving inside you, you can feel his fingers squeezing your inner walls, you can feel yourself about to reach climax.

And you reached the climax. With a loud scream, your body trembled in an intense orgasm that shook your entire body. Wolf seemed to enjoy it, smiling as if he had won the jackpot.

When you regained your composure, you approached him. You took him by the neck and looked him in the eyes. "That was very good," you whispered, smiling, and I began to kiss your lips.

With that, Wolf seemed to lose all control. He lifted one of your legs, placing it on his shoulder, without moving from where he was kneeling, on his knees before you.

Then, he took your other thigh and placed it over his other shoulder. Now, you were completely exposed to him, at his disposal. Your body trembled with excitement.

Wolf took a second, looking at you with a lustful expression on his face. Then, he buried his head between your thighs, diving into your pussy with his tongue.

You moaned loudly when he did it. His touch on your skin was electric, like a lightning bolt coursing through your muscles. He moved with fury, kissing your pussy and clitoris. His lips moved slowly over you, as if savoring something delicious.

You could feel the drops of sweat sliding down your body. Your muscles were tense. Every part of you was asking for more.

And Wolf gave you more. Kissing your clitoris hard, increasing the pressure, increasing the speed. And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, you reached orgasm. With a scream that echoed throughout the dojo, you collapsed into his arms.

Wolf didn't stop, he kept kissing you, savoring your drops of pleasure. He continued with his mouth between your thighs until you were sure he had collected every drop of your sex. Then he pulled away from you, with a satisfied smile, as if he had done something important.

And so it was. He had done it. He had given you what you wanted and had taken what he wanted too.

When you recovered, you got down from his shoulders. You looked at him with a mischievous smile and said, "Thank you." And that was it. You don't need more. Wolf got up from his knees, leaping with a strange glint in his eyes. You knew that the control you had over him had not gone unnoticed.

That you had liked having him at your feet, on his knees before you.

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misspygmypie · 9 months ago

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Saturday Morning Dilemma - LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x Piastri!reader Warning: None, just fluff! Probably trash writing lol also English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes! Summary: Lando asks you out but can you squeeze in a date during busy race weekend? Note: First time writing for F1 and I haven't written anything in literal years but I was bored at work and had this idea in mind :)

Please do not repost, thank you, and leave some feedback :)

“Will you go out with me?... On a date” Lando breathed out, his nerves tingling with anticipation.

You looked absolutely stunning today even though you were “only” wearing a McLaren hoodie. To Lando, you weren’t just another face around the circuit, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He couldn’t resist asking you out, especially after all the time you had spent together around the paddock.

As Oscar’s little sister you were a familiar presence, always there to support your brother. And over time you and Lando had established quite a friendship as well, becoming closer and closer the more time passed and he had fallen in love with you somewhere between annoying your brother by listening to loud music and giggling at a joke he cracked.

Now here you were standing in front of him on this early Saturday morning, you were clearly still a bit sleepy but excited nonetheless for the race weekend ahead and your slightly tired expression made you that much more endearing to Lando.

“Lando” your eyes widened, your heartbeat quickening, “yes, I would absolutely love to go on a date with you.”

A huge smile lit up both your faces but yours quickly faded as reality set in.

“What is it?” Lando asked, sensing your hesitation.

“I’m not sure when we would have time to go on a date,” you sighed regretfully, “I have to fly back home tomorrow right after the race. I have to be back at work on Monday, I’m sorry.”

He could see the sincerity in your eyes. You meant it and that just fueled his determination to find a solution for your little problem.

Lando took a deep breath. He fumbled trying to get his phone out of his pocket and you watched him tap around the screen for a moment before he looked back up at you with a hopeful expression.

“Are you free in like… an hour and a half?” he inquired, and even if you wanted to there was no way you would say no.

You nodded, unable to suppress a smile, the one he cherished so much and he grinned widely in return.

“Awesome,” he beamed, his excitement palpable, “meet me in my driver’s room!”

You didn’t even have a chance to agree before Lando dashed off, quickly swerving through the countless people crowding the area.

—-------

“Osc, you need to help me!”

Lando burst out, out of breath a bit as he came to a stop in front of his team mate interrupting his discussion with one of the engineers but Lando’s problem was bigger than whatever this was about.

Without waiting for Oscar’s response Lando pulled him aside, dragging him to the corner of the room, with the Aussie offering an apologetic wave to his engineer as he was whisked away.

“What’s up? Are you ok?” Oscar asked, concern creasing his brow.

“I asked y/n on a date” the Brit admitted, his voice a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Oh my god, finally” Oscar exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, “I didn’t think it was ever going to happen. You two have been making heart eyes at each other for months!”

Lando couldn’t help but feel relieved; he had been so worried about how Oscar - and admittedly one of his closest friends - would react to him pursuing and being interested in his baby sister. The fact that Oscar seemed to be so supportive calmed him down quite a bit, however, only momentarily as the predicament he was currently in still loomed over him.

“So, what do you need?” the Australian inquired, his tone expectant as he looked at his team mate with a mix of curiosity and readiness for whatever help his friend needed.

—-------

An hour and a half later you gently knocked on Lando’s driver’s room door, just as you two had agreed upon. You had spent the last hour just wandering around the circuit, a bundle of nerves and being excited at the same time about whatever Lando was planning. You had harbored a crush on the British racer for quite some time but doubted yourself. You didn’t think you were pretty enough to get his attention or even special enough - you were just average. An average girl with an ordinary job, mediocre looks and admittedly mundane hobbies.

Little did you realize that these qualities were exactly what made you so intriguing to Lando. He had met quite a few models and influencers, but their interactions were always shallow with beauty overshadowing their personalities. These girls were fixated on his fame and fortune. You, however, were different. A genuine soul amid a sea of fame-seeking twenty-somethings. You were simply you and he loved that about you. Your love for reading on gloomy days, your camera-shy demeanor, your pretty face and perfect body even though you weren’t as tall as supermodels.

“Hi” Lando beamed at you with his captivating, big smile and gesturing for you to enter. As he closed the door behind you your gaze fell on the small desk in his room and you couldn’t suppress a laugh.

“What is this?” You giggled, turning to Lando who now stood next to you; so close in fact, that your heart skipped a beat.

A second chair was pulled up to his desk, the space clearly not meant for two. On top was a small plastic cup with flowers and bits of greenery poking out. Next to it, his phone was propped up, showing a random Youtube loop of a burning candle.

“Oh, yes,” he exclaimed, quickly grabbing the solo cup and handing it to you with a smile, “these are for you.”

You chuckled again, inspecting your makeshift bouquet. “Did you randomly pick them around the paddock?”

“I might have borrowed them from different motorhomes,” Lando confessed with a wink, “but don’t tell anyone. Come sit!”

"And what's with the phone?"

"Well, we can't have real candles," he explained, "I don't want to be the reason the fire department has to be called again..."

"That makes sense, " you nodded while taking a seat.

You had barely settled in when you heard a knock on the door. Your heart sank. You knew it was someone from his team trying to get him to prepare himself for the upcoming race or grab him to do an interview. All you wanted was to spend time with Lando, especially since you knew you couldn’t go on your date and it broke your heart. This was possibly your only chance before you had to go back home and while you were there Lando probably got interested in some other - way better looking - girl that he didn’t have to wait for. You mentally prepared yourself to smile at (and secretly absolutely hating!) whoever came in and took the boy away from you. How wrong you were!

In came Oscar, skillfully balancing two plastic plates in his hand, a cheap dish towel draped over and dangling from his arm.

“Rigatoni Canzoneri for the lady” he announced with a grin, placing the dish in front of you before turning to Lando. “And here is your order of chicken pasta and steamed vegetables. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Lando shook his head appreciatively. “That would be all for now, thanks Osc.”

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you watched your brother bow slightly and shuffle out of the room giving you a small thumbs up and a little wink Lando didn’t see.

“What’s all this about?” you turned your attention back to the boy next to you, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

“Well,” he smirked ever so slightly, a hint of mischief in his expression, “since we don’t have time for a proper date this will have to do. I’m sorry if this is kinda lame” you saw his insecurity taking over, “I know it’s not much, with the plastic plates and food from catering and fake candle light and no real bouquet and maybe I should have waited for a better moment to ask you out…”

“Lando stop,” you interrupted him gently, placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

He looked at you and all you saw in his eyes was evidence of insecurity even though he tried to hide it. You saw the shy boy from Bristol, not the renowned Formula 1 driver. The curly-haired young man who often doubted himself despite his successes.

“This is absolutely perfect,” you assured him and you sensed his tension ease as he exhaled softly and quietly.

Nodding gratefully Lando relaxed and soon the two of you found yourselves engrossed in conversation, much like you always were, while enjoying the food and cans of soda he pulled from a small mini fridge. Your warm smile and the affection shining in your eyes were telling him what he needed to hear and see - that your feelings for him matched his own for you.

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kurishiri · 4 months ago

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01 ┊ Wrapped in a Wicked Romance —Darius Vogel—

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to narrative flow or characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: none.

—— Sky (night) ——

Crown, an organization under Her Majesty the Queen that specialized in assassination.

Ever since the night I found out about them by accident, I became their fairytale keeper for one month’s time.

And then, around a week later, which was around the time I had grown slightly accustomed to living with them and the darkness in which they lived——

A cruel angel descended upon Crown Castle.

—— Throne room ——

Darius: To the honored members of Crown, it’s a pleasure to meet you.

D: The name’s Darius Vogel, the leader of Vogel, an organization directly under the Emperor of Germany.

Staying in the palace alongside Darius,

were the twins Nica and Ring Schwartz.

Just what were their backgrounds and motives…?

The chance to grasp the answer to that would come upon me soon thereafter…

In a way that would have never crossed my mind.

—— City (day) ——

Darius: Thanks for coming out with me, miss fairytale keeper.

Kate: It’s no problem, really. I was just thinking of going out to the city for a change of pace anyhow.

When I answered this calmly, a sweet voice chided me in return.

Darius: Let’s do that one over. We’re lovers, after all.

D: Did the ‘condition’ slip your mind?

(O-oh, right…)

—— Flashback ——

—— Victor’s office ——

Last night, I was called to Victor’s office, and when I arrived,

I saw Victor himself along with the members of Vogel.

Kate: Me? Show them around the city?

Darius: Indeed, by all means, I’d like to ask that of you.

Ring: I’m…okay with or without it.

Nica: Since I’m all the way here, I’d like to be shown around. If possible, one on one with the Spatzi.

Darius: ‘One on one,’ huh, I like that idea. Let’s use it.

Nica: Huh? (O_O)

While everyone aside from Darius blinked, only he narrowed his eyes, as though his heart fluttered from some stimulating delusion.

Darius: If we all just followed miss fairytale keeper here around, it would make us look like country bumpkins — unbefitting of us, I’d say.

D: I would loathe that sort of image, you know.

D: So that’s why I’d like you, miss fairytale keeper, to choose one of us to spend the day with as lovers.

Victor: You crack some rather interesting jokes, don’t you, Darius.

Darius: Oh, would that be hard to record down in a report? Then allow me to rephrase it.

D: The reason we ask for ‘one on one’ is because we would like you to face each of us and deepen your understanding of us.

D: Now all is well, yes? ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

(With a reason like that it does feel more official too.)

However, Victor seemed hesitant to respond to that.

To Crown, the members of Vogel were valued guests who were visiting out of goodwill.

And I was merely Crown’s fairytale keeper.

To provide hospitality for Vogel went beyond what my current job called for——however.

Victor: Even so… that would be going a bit far for her, I’d imagine?

(I’m happy that Victor is trying to protect me, but…)

Kate: It’s fine, really. If you’ll have me, I’d like to show them around.

(I don’t want there to be friction between Crown and Vogel, after all.)

(It would be better for the two sides to get along.)

Darius: Wowie, you’re so kind, miss fairytale keeper.

D: We’re all well-mannered, myself included. We won’t do anything bad to you, so rest assured. Hehe, thanks in advance.

Kate: I look forward to showing you around too.

—— End flashback ——

—— City (day) ——

——And so, that was how I came to be walking with Darius in the city, but…

(I had completely forgot about the ‘lovers’ part…)

Darius: Hey, hey, miss fairytale keeper, do you act so indifferent even to your lover too?

D: Or could it be it’s your first time going out on a date with a man and whatnot?

D: I’m curious about a lot of things, actually. Could I ask about them all?

D: Of course I can, no? After all, your lover right now is me.

(Setting aside the showing around the city part, it seems the ‘lovers’ part is more difficult than I thought…)

But it was undeniably me who consented to all of this, being ‘lovers’ included.

(I’ll try my best today and make it through…!)

Recomposing myself, I smiled at Darius, who was looking at me with deep interest.

Kate: I apologize if I made you think I was indifferent. …I was just a bit nervous, with this being a ‘lovers’ date and all.

K: But I really am happy to go out together with you, Darius.

Darius: Well, I suppose that’ll do. Even if it was a bit dull.

D: By the way, what made you choose me, rather than Nica or Ring?

At the time, I was to ‘choose one of the members of Vogel’ to spend the day with as lovers.

(And the reason I chose Darius was…)

Kate: Because I wanted to know more. About you, that is.

(When he first introduced himself…)

—— Flashback ——

—— Throne room ——

Darius: “To a better society with the power of the Cursed ones.” That’s our motto.

D: Right now, Cursed ones are living in the darkness, when they could be involved in a more wonderful society, methinks!

D: A future where humans and Cursed ones can hold hands… doesn’t the mere prospect of it send a shiver?

—— End flashback ——

Ever since then, I would occasionally recall those words.

(Just what is the world that Darius is seeking?)

Kate: I want to know what ‘a future where humans and Cursed ones can hold hands’ and ‘a new order’ are to you.

Darius: ………hmm.

Was it the light that seemed to change something in his gaze?

For there was a darkness I didn’t know of reflected in those honey-colored eyes, which seemed to sweetly flicker——something seemed to tell me so.

to be continued…

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NOTE: in the masterlist, i mistranslated the quoted line from the summary due to omission of the subject and object. that line came from this chapter, and the masterlist has been corrected. i apologize for the inconvenience!

masterlist 🪽 ┊ ko-fi ☕️ ┊ comms 🤍

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phneltwrites · 16 days ago

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Writing tag game!

thank u @tencrimes for the tag 💚

1.How many works do you have on AO3?

159. haha

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1359725 (ok actually an aside about this. im pretty consistent it's about 250k a year give or take)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now just YR and adjacent

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all of these are mdzs fics for wangxian

Love is More Than Telling Me You Want It: my structural inequality, yin imbalance cultivation magnum opus. 99k because I deleted 300 words so it wouldn't hit over 100. It's the first omegaverse fic I wrote and that was a learning curve and nothing I ever write will be this popular again and that's fine. Also an amazing moment in being like i have communicated my intent!!! when a lovely commenter was like hey are you familiar with this feminist theory of the abject and i waslike MY DUDE I AM LITERALLY BUILDING ON THAT YESSSS. anyway nerd moment

Yeah I Know How You Like It: telepathy sex. yes i did write this sort of out of spite because so many people were like haha lan wangji horny jail and then i was lke have you CONSIDERED that the false dichotomy between honourable and shameful desire is what caused lwj to initially reject wwx and live in a state of internal conflict and internalised hatred and only when he was able to be like no i want him and i love him and i respect him and i want to do these things to him was he able to actually love wwx and be loved in return. also. it's hot.

your persuasions: yeah big dick fic with all the programming jokes

the earthquake in the room: toast fic! what a... experience posting this fic was. anyway uni au engineer/literature student romance

wild for your skin: cnc pwp. glad it found its people

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Barring some unforeseen circumstance. I know a lot of people don't and there's no one right way but it's important to me to try, i write fic because we're all in the space together and commenting and responding to comments is how I stitch the fabric of fandom

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think I write angsty endings as a rule... also trying to answer these I keep going through my ao3 like i wrote that??? i have no memory of this place

maybe my Eleanor/Tahani from The Good Place fic which ends with them together (yay) but the situation is that they are still struggling with the loss of Chidi's memories and his love and also that they haven't fixed the afterlife.

NO WAIT it's the John Wick fic I wrote about Helen because it ends with her deciding she'll help John Wick get out of the life (I made her chief Operator in this fic) but WE know as readers that she dies later.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

mmm maybe my yr post-s3 fluff fic where they picnic by the lake and are full of joy and happiness

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I get so much more love on my fic than anything else. And a lot of people who were brave and wrote their first comments which can be super intimidating.

9. Do you write smut?

yeah :) i like to write holistic life fic

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

yes! I also write fusions. My craziest crossover was a Princess Bride one where I took Inigo and Fezzik across a bunch of fandoms including Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries and Pacific Rim

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Had them reposted on wattpad but no one's claimed them to be theirs as far as i know

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! oh hm looks like there's no easy way to see which ones have translations...

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, twice! One beach volleyball pwp (the one time the beach volleyball was literal and not a metaphor) and one Leverage fic. Both experiences were totally different because the pwp we wrote together on voice chat, so that was simultaneous writing and the Leverage fic was done async, by drafting sections and then rewriting them and reorganising them.

yes, that's right. smut written on voice chat.

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My avatar/pacific rim fusion... I love that fic, love the worldbuilding, lost my fandom love right before the last chunk of plot and haven't gone back. I dream of it though. They were finally gonna drift together.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think my writing strengths are extended metaphors, smut, and. yeah i guess that's the set. Wait. Worldbuilding. i dunno. i don't think i have strengths...

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

My sentences are really short and that can make the writing choppy.

I'm also working on my pacing I like a fic that clips along but right now my fic can feel like being strapped to the top of a high speed train and I'd like a bit more breathe in there, but I'm not really sure how

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

this is such an odd question like sure? if it's fun? ok actually i DO have thoughts on this if the characters are already speaking that language and then words are sprinkled in I think that breaks immersion but also. do what you want. I do that myself with pet names sometimes. like sure i studied some philosophy of translation stuff but fundamentally i don't care i am here to make macrame.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Leverage! The first fic i wrote is up on ao3 "The Offside Trap Job"

19. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think it's falling til 4 a.m. which is my 90s Seattle radio host/barista wangxian au. I had a really specific vibe of longing and disconnect that I wanted to capture and I think I did. Also I did a lot of 90s research and got told it felt right so that felt nice. idk it's a really personal one despite it not being about my life. But sometimes you're far from the people that used to be your people but you can listen to them talking and it's the thinnest of lifelines.

tagging @in-amor-veritas @grounded-parasocial @gulliblelemon @malinowaj @caramelpenguin @bigalockwood @enjoythesilentworld

#ask meme #writing talk

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rotting-elks · 2 months ago

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NOT a fan

Since the last jokey hellsing-oc comic picked up traction, I wanted to show a bit of Hellsing au art. And yes, this is sloppy and rushed. My mind is on a million things at once rn and I don’t have time for all of it.

Lady Florence Lovelett here is hosting a ball, themed after French traditional fashion (or just rococo, idkkkk) and Alucard here is bothering her. Ha ha…… Idk, sometimes I like to put them together since Florence looks how Mina is typically depicted, though I am aware Hellsing’s Mina looks like Seras. Now, in the actual au, “jokes” aside, I don’t think Alucard would think much of Florence herself, since she avoids violence and acts like a scaredy cat sometimes. But, she does have a special bit of attitude reserved for ‘people’ like Alucard.

THIS OC BELONGS TO ME AND ME ONLY!

Alucard belongs to Kouta Hirano

DONT STEAL, TRACE, REPOST, OR DO ANYTHING WITH MY ART WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!

#digital art #ibispaint art #original character #hellsing oc #<—used to be one #now its an au for her lol #hellsing #alucard hellsing #rococo #kinda #silly doodles #sillyposting

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captainlunaxmen · 1 year ago

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All for the Cameras

Chapter 5

Finnick Odair x reader

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: we'll find a bit more about the reader's past.

Chapter warnings: murder, threat, well.. it's the Hunger Games.

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I'll tag you all on this chapter again to let you all know.ow that this is the blog I'll post the next chapters from now on... since the other one is inoperable. ❤️❤️❤️

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"Hi, my love."

"Finnick." I shortly reply, using all my strength not to look at him.

There's a short pause before he speaks up.

"What did he want?" He asks.

"To remind me that after we're married I'll be... his." I sigh.

"He wishes." He lets out a soft laugh and I follow, "you look good in that." He then says, nodding to my outfit.

"I'll let you borrow it sometimes." I joke and he chuckles.

"Switching clothes... I like it. I'm sure you'd look a lot better with this on than me." He points at the fish net tied around him.

"Well, the Capitol seemed to appreciate you in it."

"I thought I've been clear earlier," he starts to get closer, "your eyes are the only ones I care about," he lifts my chin up to look at him, "and your lips are the only thing I can think of."

"Finnick..." I weakly warn and he pulls away, going to lean against the opposite wall.

"I could be dead in a week..." he starts.

"Don't say that..."

"I could be dead in a week," he ignores me, "and all I can think about is you. Being with you. All the things I would love to do to you right here, right now... well... actually all night and everywhere, "he laughs embarrassed, I don't think I've ever seen him embarrassed like this before, "I would love to scream to the world how much..."

"Stop it." I basically order him.

"I could be dead in a week." He bitterly laugh, "and I can't even get a kiss."

"Finnick..."

"I'm not blaming you, I want you to know that. If I were to kiss you right now, I don't think I would be able to stop and... they would probably catch us and... they could hurt you. Because I could be dead in a week, but you might have a chance anyway."

I just hug him. Tightly, like if I were to let go he would disappear forever. When I feel his arms around me, I sigh, feeling safe. He kisses the top of my head, holding me just as tight.

I pull away just enough to look at him.

"Don't you ever say that again, you hear me? I hear you say it again and I will kill you myself." I warn him, tears threatening to fall.

"Yes, ma'am." He smiles.

I nod and pull away completely, blinking away the tears.

"Tomorrow morning the training sessions start at 8. Not that you need any, but... it might be a good chance to make allies." I tell him, "just... put the flirting aside, okay?"

"Jealous?" He teases.

"I'm just trying to keep you alive, at least, until the beginning for the Games." I tease back, earning a laugh from Finnick.

"You can joke about it and I can't?"

"You weren't joking, Finnick." I reminds him.

"You're right." He smiles, guilty, "Thank you."

The elevator signals we're at 12's apartments.

"I thought you press for 4."

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let a woman go home on her own?" He smirks.

I roll my eyes, failing in hiding a smile.

"Go get some sleep, gentleman." I say.

"Yes, ma'am."

The doors close and I head to the kitchen to get a drink.

"Well, hello." Haymitch greets me from his spot on the couch.

"Tell me you didn't finish the liquor already." I joke walking to the cupboard to take a glass.

"I actually prepared a glass for you," he tells me, showing me the glass, "c'mon. "

I playfully roll my eyes and walk to sit on the couch with him.

We just sit there. Keeping each other company until it's so late we can't do anything but go to sleep.

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I walk around each station of the training rooms to see if anyone need help, but as expected, no one does. They all probably know this place like the back of their hand, being first tributes and then mentors.

I keep an eye on Katniss and Peeta, to see if they're actually putting an effort in making allies... Katniss especially.

I see them walking around, inspecting the other tributes. A good part of the tribute is trying to show off, to intimidate them, most likely. I see Johanna smirking in Katniss' direction, so I look up at Plutarch sighing. Making Katniss trust any of them is gonna be harder than expected... a lot harder.

Peeta is now talking with one of the Morphlings, by the camouflage station, while Katniss is talking to Wiress and Beetee.

In my opinion they're a good choice, they're brilliant, but they're not very strong, and they need some strength too. Unfortunately the strongest one are also the cockiest one.

Speaking of cocky victors... I can't seem to find Finnick anywhere.

But I notice Katniss walking to Mags.

I would choose Mags, but because I know about the plan... Katniss doesn't, I don't understand what she's doing.

I keep on watching everyone until I feel a presence behind me.

"What do you think her strategy is?" Finnick asks from next to me.

"I... I have no idea." I sigh defeated. "But I can't exactly blame her."

"How so?"

"Look at everyone. Each victor either has a cocky, a challenging grin, or a hateful grin on their faces. Not very welcoming. Especially when she has to choose who to trust." I explain.

"That's her only choice though." He replies.

"I know," I sigh again and turn to look at him, noticing just now the rope around his neck, "what the hell is that?"

"What?" He fakes innocence.

"I told you, not to joke about it." I sigh annoyed, walking away from him. Noticing Katniss went into the simulator.

"I was just practicing," He laughs, "you know this is the best knot to learn for the arena."

"I swear, half of the time all I want to do is punch you." I shake my head, stopping to watch Katniss practice.

"And the other half?" He asks, and I don't have to look at him to know he's smirking, proud of himself.

"Punch you harder." I tease back, earning a surprised chuckle from him.

As Kantiss starts more people gather around to watch too.

"She has trust issues, doesn't she?" Johanna stands beside me, looking ahead.

"Maybe don't smirk while wielding an axe next time." I sarcastically reply and she scoffs.

We all stand watching Katniss using her skills and once she's done, everyone is at least impressed, which makes me smirk, proudly. Wiress is actually cheering, clapping her hands and that makes me smile genuinely.

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"Good news!" Haymitch cheers as we enter the apartment. "At least half of the Tributes want you as an ally."

"Well, they saw her shoot." Peeta adds.

"Well, sweetheart, you got your pick of the litter." Haymitch tells her.

"Choose carefully." I suggest.

"I want Wiress and Beetee. " She states, with no hesitation.

"Johanna calls them 'Nuts' and 'Volts'." Peeta says.

"They're still the smarter out there. And you need smart." I, subtly, scold him.

"Well, okay, good. Now who else?" Asks Haymitch.

"Mags."

I have no argument to defend her choice... unfortunately.

Peeta turns around, frustrated. Well, I'd be too.

"All right, fine, then no one." Katniss sternly says.

Haymitch and I share a look. We already know we will have to do it ourselves.

"I'll tell them you're still making up your mind." He says before walking away and I follow him, after sending a reassuring smile to Peeta.

"What should we do?" Haymitch asks, once we're alone.

"We will have to make allies for them." I answer, crossing my arms.

"Yeah," he sighs, "I'll start with Johanna, you talk to Finnick."

"You talk to Finnick, I'll talk to Johanna." I tell him.

"And why's that?" He mimics me, crossing his arms, there's a smirk growing on his face.

"... no reason." I avoid his eyes.

"Mh mh..." he hums, "Are you going to be attending the solo performances?"

"Nope." I answer, "I have...wedding duties to attend to."

"Fuck..." he swears, "I don't wanna be in your shoes, princess."

"Yeah... tell me about it." I groan, fighting the urge to pull at my hair.

"What's the plan?"

"Venue hunting... I think... I don't know" I let out a puff, "or maybe, Cal wants to tell me what he decided."

"Sounds more like it." He pulls me to him for a reassuring side hug, "it's his wedding, after all."

"Yeah." I laugh, and pull away, "I'm just an accessory. He will probably decide my dress too."

"Of course he will." He sighs, before he can say more, an Avox approaches up with an envelope in hand, handing it to me.

"Speak of the devil..." I sigh, opening Cal's letter.

"I'm sure the devil would be offended by that." Haymitch playfully scolds me.

"Sorry, I'll apologise when I see him. I'd gladly go to hell than meet up with Cal." I joke back, still reading the letter. "He's apparently waiting for me... eagerly."

"How romantic." He mutters, "will you be here tonight? For the scores?"

"I hope so." I say, "I'll make sure of it."

"Still be careful, princess." He nods his head, "and keep..."

" 'those eyes open', I know." I wink and walk away to the elevator, hoping the day will faster than I hope.

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I don't have time to even walk out of the elevator that Cal's hand is already grabbing my wrist, excitedly leading me to the big table in his huge apartment, where a well dressed man and two assistants, I think, stand.

"Come, come, my sweetness. Mr Travers, here, was just about to tell me a great news, apparently." Cal makes me sit in a chair in front of him, so he can rest his hands on my shoulders. The gesture only makes me feel more trapped.

"Oh, yes, yes." Mr Travers nods, proudly holding his hand out to his assistant, who immediately hands him a paper. "I was coming here with the intention of showing you the options I gathered for your special day, but..."

Capitol people and their fucking theatrical manner...

"But..?" Cal presses, getting impatient.

"But I received a call this morning, just when I put the last picture in the bag... from our so loved President Snow." Mr Travers announces and I tense, "he had an incredible idea, as always. He offered his mansion as a venue for your wedding." He put the photo of the mansion down on the table.

Of fucking course.

"Really?" Cal's hold on me feels even tighter than before... maybe it is, or maybe it's just Snow's control caging me in.

Once the man nods enthusiastically, Cal shouts excited.

"That's wonderful!" He turns to me, "isn't it?"

"Wonderful." I repeat with a forced smile.

"How generous!" He comments.

"He also offered to..." again with the theatre.

"Well?"

"He volunteer to formalise the wedding himself."

"He said that?" I ask, shocked.

"Exact words." Travers nods.

'Volunteer'...

"It's going to be amazing," Cal is back behind me, his hands around my neck in what could seem an affectionate gesture, stroking my skin gently, but it's actually more suffocating than a snake hold.

They both go on and on and on talking about the wedding, as if I'm not even here.

The cake's gonna be like this, the chairs like that, the flowers, the centre-piece, the food, the music...

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, real quick, excuse me." I say standing up, and hurrying to the bathroom near the bedroom.

I try to take deep breath, looking at the time, the solo performances are about to finish. I need to find an excuse to get out. They're not even asking me anything... I scoff at my reflection in the mirror, then I wash my face and open the door.

I gasp when I come face to face with Cal.

"Cal!" I exclaim, immediately faking a laugh. "What..."

"He's gone. We almost got through everything." He tells me.

"Already?" I ask, pretending to be sad I lost it.

"Yeah, gotta be prepared. We should get married when the Quartel Quell is over, and we don't know how long it will last. Maybe two days or two weeks.. gotta be prepared." He smiles.

"Of course." I nod, "well, then I should go. I have to be present, you know, when they announce the scores."

I try to walk past him, but he doesn't move a muscle, enjoying the closeness.

He wraps an arm around my waist to pull me even closer, leaning down so our noses touch.

"How about..." he starts, "you stay here a little longer, uh? We could have some fun together. It's been a while."

"I wish... I really do," I try to come up with the most sorry expression I can, "but I do need to get back. And since we finished earlier than expected, I should take advantage of that. I still have a duty to do."

"Oh please! I miss you." His hold gets a little tighter and he pouts, "Stay. I miss you, I miss your touch... your body... fuck... you still have no idea what you do to me, don't you?"

"Cal, trust me, no one is more sorry than I am, but I have a job to do," I cup his cheek with one hand and he leans into my touch, "Snow counts on me."

"Not even a few minutes?" He tries again and I shake my head, "Okay..."

"I'm sorry." I say, even though inside I'm hitching to run out of here.

I gently pull away from him and walk to the living room to grab my jacket, all of this feeling his eyes on me, constantly.

"I'll go now." I turn to him, to check if he is far enough for my liking and walk back to the elevator.

"Sure."

Before I can walk into the elevator, he grabs my hand, spin me to face him and crashes his lips on mine. His hands grabs everything he can reach. I try to push him off, as subtly as I can, but his touch just intensifies.

Thankfully, before I start to fully panic, he pulls away, just a little, still touching my lips with his, slightly.

"Once we're married..." he pants, "I'm never... ever letting you go." He lets out a breathless chuckle that only makes my skin crawl. "And, hopefully, I'll have no more competition for your attention. I'll make sure of it."

"Yeah." Is all I can say.

Once the elevator's doors open I rush in.

Finally the doors are fully closed and I can breath again.

'I'll make sure of it.' He said...

Finnick.

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"Hey," Peeta is the first one to greet me as I walk back into the apartment, "you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Uh? Yeah... yeah, all fine." I force out a smile, I notice Haymitch watching me carefully, with a look that seems to say 'we'll talk about it' and I just nod, "so... what did I miss?"

"Oh these two basically put a big target o their own backs." Haymitch states.

"We didn't..." Peeta starts, but Haymitch stops him.

"Our Baker here painted little Rue on the floor. Girl on fire over there hanged a mannequin," he pauses, "after painting Seneca Crane's beard and name on it."

I'm lost for words, I look at both Peeta and Katniss, Peeta doesn't meet my eyes, he doesn't seem remorseful, but still he probably doesn't want to see my discontent. Katniss look at me, no trace of remorse or sorrow, but kind of proud.

"Not a smart move, I give you that," I say to Haymitch who nods thankful, "but it was a damn brave one."

Haymitch looks at me dumbfounded and shakes his head, defeated.

Katniss softly smiles at me and Peeta finally look up at me with a proud grin.

"It's starting." Effie tells us, and we all gather in front of the TV and Ceasar starts listing the tributes' scores

"Has anyone ever received a 0?" Katniss wonders.

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It's 12's turn.

"Oh god..." I scoff at the perfect 12 score for both Peeta and Katniss.

"Here, I present to you," Haymitch points at the TV, "the consequences.'

"What do you mean?" Peeta asks.

"They didn't give you a perfect 12 because they were impressed by your performances." I say.

"They did that to make sure that now the other Tributes know who to aim for." Haymitch finishes. "Both of you."

I see Haymitch sends an accusatory look at Katniss knowing they just made our job at protecting Peeta harder.

"Well, the damage is done... better go all to get some sleep." I say with a sigh, "we'll have enough time tomorrow to get ready for the interviews."

Everybody nods and walks to the respective rooms. Effie walks past me, squeezing my hand, reassuringly, I smile at her and watch her go.

I turn around to Haymitch, already looking at me.

"Drink?" He sighs, I nod and follow him to the kitchen.

I sit by the counter as he pours two glasses of wine, I think... I don't really care.

"Thanks." I say as he hands me a glass.

"What happened?" He finally asks, sitting with me.

"Well... for starters the wedding venue is going to be, by courtesy of our kind President, his mansion." I start, then take a bug gulp of wine.

"How kind." Haymitch sarcastically comments.

"Then, since he is, oh so kind and oh so selfless, he will be the one to make us husband and... wife." I say the last part with a shudder.

"Control freak."

I nod and take another big gulp of alcohol.

"But I don't think that's what got you so jumpy." He puts his glass down and gives me his full attention.

"Cal was going through everything with the planner quickly, and they finished just as quickly, so I took the chance and said my goodbye. He caught me off guard and... well he kissed me and he then said he can't wait to be married and all... with no competition," I take a shaky breath, "he said he'd make sure of it."

There's a heavy silence, then Haymitch takes my hand.

"The fisherman is too stubborn to let some spoiled cunt take him out. In any way possible." He reassures me and I can't help, but smile at his choice of word.

"Yeah... maybe you're right." I say squeezing his hand grateful.

"He can't do anything to him from here. He can pay whoever he wants... but your man is hard to get rid of." He winks and I roll my eyes, "you should know that."

"He... he is not my man. Okay? I'm just worried." I defend myself.

"Sure... sure." He stands up to walk to his room, "get some sleep. So tomorrow you can warn 'not your man'. Just in case."

"Shut up."

He turns his back to me, but still raises his glass to me, and I softly laugh.

I decide to go sit by the window, to clear my head or just distract myself.

As I sit by the window with my glass, I take the remote so I can change the view. I skip a few until I get to one that actually makes me relax: the shore.

As I look out towards the artificial view I can't help to think back at when Finnick was announced winner of his Games.

After he was brought back, I managed to let him have a moment to realise he won. That time he hugged like he was afraid of being taken away again. He cried his eyes out as I tried all I could to reassure him. None of us knew what would've happened a few years later...

I almost drop the glass in my hand when I hear someone approaching. I relax once I notice it's Katniss.

"Hi." She says, "didn't mean to scare you."

"You never do." I gently smile at her, "is it the only way we can actually spend some time together?" I jest, remembering the night on the train.

"I'm afraid so." She jokes, "I needed a glass of water."

"Did Peeta need one too?" I ask, pointing to the two glasses in her hands. She seems taken off guard, but doesn't answer, she just puts the glasses down and come sit with me.

"Can I ask you a favour?" She softly says.

"I will try my best to save Peeta. Well, I'll try to get you both as far as I can, anyway." I tell her, thinking that's what she wanted to ask.

"No... no, I know you will." She says, "I wanted to ask you...."

"What?" I look at her, trying to make her feel safe enough to speak up.

"Would you look after my family?" She finally asks. I'm a little take aback by that, but my body relaxes more, feeling my heart getting warmer because she trusts me enough to take care of her family.

"You didn't need to ask me that." I gently tell her, "I would've, regardless."

"Really?" She asks.

"Of course, Katniss... I..." I take a deep breath, "I know what it's like to feel helpless and not being able to protect your family."

She looks at me, confused. "What happened?"

"I had a brother, Ray." I say, my voice breaking a little, Katniss' features soften, "do you know how I became Snow's 'protégé'?"

She shakes her head.

"My parents worked for him, apparently they were both very loyal and hard working." I start to explain, "when they died, he thought to take us in, to show Panem how generous he was, you know. It was all good for a while, he kind of taught me a lot, unfortunately, but the problems started when he assigned me to help the mentors." Kantiss nods as I speak, attentive, "after a while I couldn't take it anymore. I always got attached to the tributes, and seeing them killed in the arena was... devastating. And I made the mistake of asking him if I could stop. He didn't like it."

"He killed your brother for that?" She asks, I notice tears in her eyes forming.

"He imprisoned him, and threatened if I said no to him again he would've killed him." I tell her, "so I had to keep on assisting the mentors. Then... Finnick won. Which was the happiest day of my life, not only because I didn't want him to die, but also because I thought that maybe... just maybe, Snow would've let me see my brother. He didn't." I take a shaky breath, "when I turned sixteen he asked me to do something, he wanted to give me another 'assignment'... one I really didn't want to do. He had my brother brought into his office... then he had him killed." I notice a tear falling from her eyes as I wipe my own away, "he kept his word. He showed me he always kept his word. I wanted to die in that moment, I wanted to attack him so the Peacekeeper would shoot me, but he predicted that. Told me if I tried to get myself killed in anyway all my friends would die... and my friends included the tributes. Mentors I met, and tributes who won and I accompanied during the victory tour."

"He got you caged." Katniss says softly and I nod. "I knew I misjudged you when I first met you. But I never thought..."

"I know." I sadly smile at her, "I never blamed you."

"I'm really sorry."

"He keeps say that it's the things we love the most that destroy us." I look out the window again, "which is true... but as members of the human race we can't live without love. So I guess we are doomed." I bitterly chuckle.

"Love also makes us strong."

We both turn around to see Peeta standing there.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I also didn't want to interrupt." He apologies, genuinely sorry.

"It's okay. I care about you both, I wanted to share my story with you for a while, but I mean... it's not something you just casually say." I shrug.

"No, it's not. Thank you for trusting us." Katniss says.

"No." I shake my head, "Thank you for trusting me."

They both smile at me.

"Do you want us to keep you company?" Peeta asks.

"Go get some sleep, you need it. I'm okay." I reassure them.

"It's not a problem." Katniss tries.

"I'm fine." I smile at her, "I better try to get some sleep myself, anyway."

I stand up, Katniss soon follows, and walk with them until we're in front of Peeta's room.

"Goodnight." I smile at them.

"Goodnight."

"'Night."

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I'm bouncing my leg as I wait for the elevator to stop at the 4th floor so I can finally talk to Finnick.

Once the doors open I rush in finding Finnick with Mags at the table. I stand here a moment, looking at how normal they look, talking. Like a family, and not like two people about to be sent into a deadly arena.

Then, Finnick's eyes move and lock with mine. His smile brightens for a moment, before noticing my fidgeting hands, then it turns serious.

"Y/n?"

Mags turns to me too, she stands up once she notices my nerves.

"I... I need to talk to Finnick." I say.

Mags walks past me, after giving my hands a good reassuring squeeze, then she leaves us alone.

"Is something wrong?" Finnick asks, standing up too and walking to me.

I lead him to the window so we can sit and talk.

"I... well...uh... yesterday I had to go see Cal," I start, and notice Finnick jaw already tensing, "for the wedding... he and the planner finished rather quickly and when I was leaving... uh..."

"Did he hurt you?" He asks, immediately looking for any sign on me.

"No, no, no." I quickly assure him, "it's what he said."

"What did he say?"

"He said he can't wait to marry me and to finally have me all to himself... with no competition." I look him in the eyes, he frowns, "he said he would make sure of it."

"What... what does it mean?" He asks.

"It means... you need to be more careful in the arena." I sternly say.

"Do you think he would try something?"

"I don't know. He does have enough money to corrupt any other Gamemaker, but the last word is always the Head Gamemaker, but... uh... just be careful." I say, with a soft voice, "Please..."

He looks at me with his sweet eyes and takes my hand in his.

"I will."

"Promise me." I literally order him.

He holds my hand tighter, serious eyes locked on mine.

"I promise you."

I nod, taking a deep breath, not relieved, but a little calmer.

"Thank you." I let out a big sigh and pull myself together, "Alright, uhm... the interviews will start at 8... the usual stuff, you know the drill.." I stand up.

"Thanks." He smiles, standing as well.

We look at each other, the world seems to disappear, his eyes are all I care about on this moment. I make the mistake of looking at his lips for a second, my eyes move quickly between his eyes and his lips, anxiously. He notices and comes closer, taking my hands once again.

"It's okay." He whispers.

"It's really not, but I appreciate the lie." I sadly chuckle, and he does too, caressing my hands.

"You're right, it's not okay. But it's not your fault." He reassures me, "okay?"

I nod and he pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me reassuringly.

"You're the one who has to fight for his life... and here you are... comforting me." I mutter, pulling away.

"Yeah, well... you're the one who'll have to deal with Cal Kingslay, not me." He jokes and I laugh, showing his slightly.

"Hard to tell which is worse." I play along.

I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder, I turn around to Mags worried face.

"It's okay." I tell her, she then points at me insistingly, "I am okay, I promise."

She smiles sweetly at me, then points at Finnick then at herself, with a determined look, to tell me she's going to take care of him in the arena.

"Take care of each other. Okay?" I ask her and she nods.

"We will." Finnick rubs my arm, comforting.

"Okay... okay, I do have to go and get my tributes ready" I tell them.

"We'll see you tonight then?" He asks as he leads me to the elevator.

"I'll be in the audience." I smile at him.

"The only reason to be on that stage tonight." He grins, "so I can properly look at you."

"Finnick.." I playfully warn him.

"What?" He fake innocence, "I will flirt with you for as long as I can."

"You're insufferable." I roll my eyes and enter the elevator. "Careful on what you say tonight."

He nods, a sweet childish smile grows on his face.

"I'll see you tonight, my love." He says just before the doors close, preventing me from scolding him more.

I shake my head and deeply sigh. As the elevator goes back up to 12, I start to think of a way to properly protect them all in the arena. I know Plutarch will help, but too much help will get suspicious... and if Cal manages to pay someone, it would get harder.

I'm not losing any of them.

I'm not losing him.

#the hunger games x y/n #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games imagine #the hunger games fic #the hunger games #finnick odair fic #finnick odair imagine #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 8 months ago

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Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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FIFTEEN: STARTING FRESH.

“A little more, sugar,” Geto pants. “C’mon, you can do it. Just give me one more.” “Deeper,” Gojo whispers to you. “Don’t fight it, darlin’.”

Sweat gathers on your brow and you grip the nightstand beside you as you press your foot flat onto the ground. “Ow, shit!” you shout, your entire ankle burning. With your other hand, you grip Geto’s hand who gives you moral support while Gojo sits in front of you, ready to catch you in case you fall.

“And time,” Nanami says, looking away from the clock hanging up on the wall. “You broke your record for last week. Nicely done.” He jots something down in his notes, standing near the door in his coat and glasses.

Gojo claps his gloved hands while you finally sit down on the edge of the hospital bed, panting. Geto passes you a glass of water which you greedily slurp. “Who would’ve thought a damn snake bite would knock my whole foot out of commission?” you sigh.

You stare down at your wrapped foot, glad to see your toenails looking less icky, but your foot still burns like a bitch. However, it isn’t as bad as when you first woke up since Nanami has been giving you antibiotics, infusions, and physical therapy.

It’s been almost two weeks since you awakened in Nanami’s infirmary. Two weeks in Willow Springs. Two weeks of quietness and living life without being on the run or paranoid. Since then, Nanami, the Gunslingers, and your parents have been here to check on you every single day. You appreciate it more than words can express.

The Gunslingers have been especially supportive for the past two weeks: bringing you fresh clothes; sneaking in late a night to tell you jokes; sitting with you while you sleep, etc. You try not to let these little things mean so much to you.

Gojo smirks at you from his chair, his hair slightly flat from his cowboy that. You think it’s cute. “Not bad, little darlin’,” he chuckles. “Soon you’ll be able to ditch this and get back to wearin’ those sexy boots.” He lightly taps your wrapped-up foot with his, making you swat him away.

“Please,” you scoff. “But yes, they are sexy.”

Geto gives a big, bellied laugh at this, the sound filling you with butterflies. You are now at the point in your “relationship” where that easiness and comfort feel so natural. It’s kind of frightening but you also like it.

Luckily, these thoughts are pushed aside for the time being when there is a knock on the open door. There, in the doorway, stand your parents. “Knock, knock!” Yuri calls. “We come bearin’ gifts!” She carries a pan inside the room, Eren walking in behind her carrying a gift bag.

Yuri pecks you on the forehead first before greeting the Gunslingers by uncovering the pan, revealing a batch of her famous oven-baked lemon custard pastries. Gojo jumps up immediately, ogling at the delicious goods. “You bought ‘em!” he giddily shouts. “And these are homemade, right?”

Yuri tosses her head back and laughs. “Why, I’d hope so,” she cackles. “I was the one who made ‘em!” Geto knocks Gojo out of the way, bowing as he takes the pan. “Ignore him,” he sighs. “Thank you kindly, Mrs. Tokiyami.”

Your mom just about swoons and you resist the urge to roll your eyes while Eren kisses you on the cheek. “And we have somethin’ for you, Dr. Nanami,” he says, smiling at the stoic doctor. He passes him the gift bag, much to his shock. “It’s just somethin’ small to show our appreciation to you,” he explains. “Y/N insisted on helpin’ us pay for it.”

Nanami looks at you, shocked. “Seriously?” he asks. “You didn’t have to.” You shrug, smiling pridefully at doing something good. “I know I didn’t, but you deserve it for takin’ care of me.”

You had planned it in secret with your parents during their visits, thinking of a good gif for he doctor. You finally decided on a glass plaque titled with his name and Number #1 Doctor. Nanami peers down at the plaque before looking up at you, touched and bashful. “This really wasn’t necessary, but thank you.”

Your smile brightens and unbeknown to you, it causes Nanami to blush. “You’re very welcome, Kento.” Your parents share a look while Gojo glares at his partner. “They on first name basis now?” he asks before getting shushed by Geto.

“So what brings you two here?” you giggle, your attention now on your parents. Yuri helps Gojo open the pan and passes you a pastry. “Well, me and your father been talkin’,” she explains, “and we figured that now you’re recoverin’ and you’ll be stayin’ here for a while, maybe you’d want to be more comfortable in our home instead of an infirmary…no offense, Doctor.”

Nanami shakes his head, holding the plaque near his chest. “None taken,” he chuckles. “I would say yes too.” You slowly bite and chew into the sugary, lemony pastry. “You want me to come stay with y’all?” you ask. Eren nods, groaning from his old knees as he akes a sea on your bedside. “And your friends too, if they accept.”

You blink at him, shocked by his willingness to let outlaws in his house considering how he feels about them. “Us?” the Gunslingers ask in unison, both shocked. Gojo beams, crumbs from the pasty all over his mouth. “Sure, we’d love–”

Geto stops him, placing a hand on his mouth. “What my partner meant to say, ma’am, is that we’re so honored and grateful for the offer, but we should let Y/N spend time with y’all alone and enjoy her recovery. We wouldn’t wanna bring no trouble.”

“Me either,” you agree. “Mama, Papa, as much as I want to say yes, I think I’d be best if I stayed here.”

Eten looks at his wife, then at Nanami, and then at you, his expression darkening. “Is someone after you?” he asks, his eyes serious.

You bite your lip, struggling to answer. Even though Benji and his people haven’t shown themselves in weeks and Nanami told you no one outside of Willow Springs knows of your whereabouts, you are still weary. You can’t get your family involved.

“Who isn’t after us?” Gojo wryly chuckles. “Sherriffs, police, rival outlaws…we’re walkin’ targets basically.”

“Here, you aren’t,” Nanami replies, placing the plaque in his gift bag. “As I said before, this county is fairly quiet, but only because the sheriff chose to be quiet about your whereabouts. He and the people here respect your work despite the violence.” He locks eyes with you, holding them. “Trust me; no one knows you’re here.” And you believe him.

Eren takes your hand in his, encasing it in his calloused, aged ones. “After all these years, we want to have you back with us again,” he softly says. “And we’d like to invite the men who protected you and saved your life to join. It’s the least we can do.”

You gape at him, shocked at his kindness, and then look at the duo for their opinion. “We’ll pay you back,” Geto offers. “I can cook and Gojo can clean.” Gojo side-eyes him, still chomping on his snacks.

“Oh, the money won’t be necessary,” Yuri chuckles. “But the help will be needed for us old folk.” And so the decision is made. You can’t believe how easy it is, feeling like you’re dreaming.

An hour later, you are discharged from the hospital and using a cane for the time being. “At least for a week,” Nanami explained as he handed you the medicine for your bite. “Make sure you take two twice a day, morning and night, with water. I’ll give you some ointment to help clear it up.”

You hold all of your snake bite medication in a little paper bag while you stand outside of Nanami’s infirmary with him. Eren is packing your things in the backseat of his automobile while Geto and Gojo are busy getting their horses so they can get their items and meet you at your parents’ house later.

“So this is it,” you laugh. “I know you’re probably happy to get me outta your hair.” Nanami cracks a smile and shakes his head. “Not at all,” he says and again, you believe him.

You awkwardly shift on your cane, still getting used to it. You can’t wait until you can finally walk and stand on your own without feeling any pain. “Thank you again for your help.”

The doctor clears his throat, probably not used to receiving such gratefulness. “Don’t mention it,” he says. “And…” He pauses, his eyes quickly flitting over your parents and the Gunslingers. He leans in, his green eyes soft. “You know that if you need anything, you’re welcome here at any time…for your wound, that is.”

His cheeks tun a light pink that you pass off as being an effect of the heat. You smile, touched by his kindness. “Thank you, Kento,” you whisper. “You’re a great man.” You lay a hand on his atm and gently squeeze it. Nanami looks down at yout hand, taken aback by the slight, fiendly touch.

You then release him and begin to slowly walk away, leaning on your cane for support. “Y/N,” he says, stopping you short. You turn around, noticing how fitm his expression is, his lips pressed in a thin line. “Be careful with them.”

You have no idea what he’s talking about at first until you hear a horse whiny from behind you. You turn, watching the Gunslingers gallop on their horses down the road and you see Nanami watch them, his mouth fixed. You realize instantly that he doesn’t trust Geto and Gojo. Not to the extent you do anyway. He probably still sees them as your father does: nothing but no-good outlaws.

You immediately feel the need to defend your friends and so you do. “They should be careful with me,” you chuckle, “but thanks, I will.” You give Nanami a wink before you head towards your parents.

Eren takes your cane to put in the back while Yuri helps you into the backseat, looking back at Nanami who stands there still watching you. “Oh, my,” she swoons. “You’ve got gunslingers and a doctor wrapped around your finger? I taught ya well, my dear.”

“Mama,” you whine.

**********

That sunny afternoon, you venture out of your parents’ house to go looking for the horses in their stable.

It is a pleasant, sun-filled midday, about 82 degrees with blue skies and fluffy, white clouds that look soft to the touch. A perfect day for riding. You haven’t been riding since your snake bite and have been itching to do so since your father told you that there are pastures just beyond the farm.

You just finished unpacking your items and settling into your new home…for the time being, that is. Your parents’ home is a fifteen-minute drive away from town square which makes going for errands, supplies, and emergencies very convenient. Your parents live on a 500-acre farm in a cozy house with a brick roof, chimney, a fireplace in the living room and bedrooms, and a porch for warm evenings such as this one.

The farm comes with a barn full of animals and a vegetable garden that Eren is very proud of, each separated by a wired fence. Each neighbor’s home is a couple feet away from each other, serving for privacy but also community, and a forest behind the farm that stretches on for yards that Eren often walks to stay limber.

Yuri had fixed you and the Gunslingers lemonade and ginger snap cookies to celebrate you moving in while Eren put your horses out in the stable where the barn is so they would be more comfortable. You took your lemonade and cookies up to your bedroom located on the left side of the hallway. It is quaint and small with cherrywood furniture, a private bathroom, and horse plushies sitting up a flannel quilt. The plushies were Yuri’s idea, apparently.

It truly is a cozy, wonderful little life that your folks live. One that you’ve been craving for. One that you hope to get later in your more seasoned years.

You realize just how much you wish for it when you were given your own bedroom with your own bathroom and vanity for “lady things” as Yuri calls them. When you unpacked your things for your drawers, took a hot bubble bath, and dressed in the fancy sundress Yuri bought you, you felt normal. Human, even.

You feel it now in your bones as you wobble on your cane with a book to the horse stables near the fire-engine red barn housing all of the farm animals. The sun warms the skin exposed by your sundress that sways slightly against your legs in the cool breeze. You paired the dress with riding boots and your cowgirl hat, panting from the effort it takes to travel with your cane.

You don’t know if horseback riding is allowed with your injury, but you’ll take an earful from Nanami and your parents later. You need to enjoy this moment while it lasts. So you wobble into he horse stable and immediately spo your girl in her own clean sall between Geto and Gojo’s huge Brancos. Your parents already own three horses, one of them much too old for riding or racing, so she’s used as a petting animal for kids who visit.

You say hello to the three horses–Charlotte, Johnson, and Mable The Old Lady–before you make it to Reneigh. She knows your presence immediately and begins flapping her ears. “Hey, girl,” you whisper, gently patting her behind. “Whatdya say we take a ride, huh?”

“I’d say you’re not supposed to be doin’ that,” a familiar, deep, velvety voice replies.

You let out a terrified shriek and jump, nearly dropping your cane. You turn sound, finding Geto and Gojo standing off in the corner like two serial killers with cowboy boots and hats. Geto is sitting on a sool, his big, sexy thighs sptead wide while he dusts off a riding seat while Gojo is feeding his horse some oats from the front of the stall. No wonder you missed him with horse ass in your face. “Jeez!” you gasp. “You two come with a bell or somethin’?”

Gojo full on laughs while Geto stifles his. “Sorry for the scare,” he chuckles, though he doesn’t seem too apologetic. “We were just tendin’ to our rides. They’re fittin’ in quite nicely here.”

“Have we introduced you to ‘em?” Gojo questions. Then he gasps like you just murdered somebody. Dramatic ass. “We didn’t! Y/N, this is Goro”–he pats his horse's side–"and this is Riku! Say hi, fellas!”

The horses flap their tails as if to say ‘hello’. “So what brings you out here, little miss?” he asks. “Shouldn’t you be followin’ the doc’s orders and layin’ that pretty little ankle on a pillow?”

He raises a brow at you over his shades, a knowing smirk on his face. You ignore the way your stomach flips at him calling your ankle pretty. “I’ve done enough of that,” you scoff. “Besides, he didn’t say anything about horseback ridin’. I haven’t taken Reneigh for a while in a minute, so I feel guilty for that.”

You gently stroke your darling horse’s side, pouting at her. You know she’s been just as eager to have the wind in her mane and the world whistling in her ears as you have been. You crave it: the warm sun on your face; the wind in your hair; your heart pounding along with your blood as you feel your horse’s body move beneath yours.

Gojo pouts at you, feeding reneigh and riku oats before lowering the bucket down. “Aw, you ain’t the only one, darlin’,” he tuts. “Actually, that’s a great idea! Your papa said the pastures here are beautiful and the fields make ya feel like you’ve entered heaven.”

You can just picture those rolling hills and endless fields now. “So you’re sayin’ y’all are comin’ with me?” you ask.

You don’t why this makes you feel so weird. Your head is pounding like a migraine is coming on and your stomach is fluttering with annoying butterflies. You can’t understand why. You’ve been horse riding with duo plenty of times before! But then again, those times were for traveling and survival purposes.

Geto passively shrugs as he stands up with his saddle and moves to strap it on riku’s back. “If ya want. Besides, what if you need the help if your ankle starts givin’ you trouble?” He gives you a megawatt smile that makes him look so boyish and cute. “We’re just bein’ good partners.” Gojo eagerly nods, agreeing with his partner's reasoning.

Despite wanting this time for yourself, he does have a point. Feeling cornered by the two cute idiots, you give in. “Alright,” you sigh. “But I have to be back in time to help my mama with supper.” Gojo excitedly claps and you damn near laugh. “I’ll get the snacks!” he shouts and quickly runs back to the house.

Silence falls upon you and Geto, but neither one of you try to fill it as he positions Gojo’s saddle on his horse too. You don’t attempt to do yours or ask Geto to do it for you. You should be fine without a saddle, right? Quickly, you realize how wrong and how stubborn you are when you attempt to mount Reneigh once you coax her out of her stall. You have to awkwardly put your cane in the crook of your armpit while you grab Reneigh’s side.

You go to hook one leg over her back, grunting as you do. You flinch at the sharp throb of pain, emitting a slight gasp from you. You try to bite it back, but Geto hears you anyway and immediately comes over. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his tone “no nonsense”. If it wasn’t for the pain, you’d find it kinda of hot.

“Just my ankle,” you sigh, rolling your ankle around. “S’fine, Geto. I just forgot the saddle and I need to use my other foot.” You give him a reassuring smile, but it fades when you get a look at his pursed lips. He isn’t happy.

Without a word, he finds your saddle sitting on a stool and hooks it carefully on Reneigh’s back along with her reins. Then he turns to you and wraps his arms around you, bending his knees slightly to reach your height. “Whoa, hey!” you shout. You step away from him, putting your cane between his body and yours. “W-What are you—“

“Puttin’ you on your horse,” he replies as if it should be obvious. You scowl at him, suspicious, and he rolls his eyes. “You obviously need the help or you’re gonna mess your progress up. I’m sure Nanami wouldn’t be too happy with that.”

Though he looks sick of your shit, you see a glimmer of something in his eyes. You aren’t sure what it is, but it doesn’t make you feel the least bit unsafe or concerned…and that makes you feel unsafe and concerned. What is it about these men that makes you feel so unarmed?

Despite still being hesitant, you lean your cane against the wooden stall and let Geto take hold of you. He is gentle in the way he wraps an arm around the small of your back and the other hooking under your legs, bridal style. You go as stiff as a board, your heart pounding madly in your chest. His scent of sweat, mint, and wilderness—the sun, the trees, the grass—are tattooed on his skin and clothes, invading your nostrils.

You unconsciously turn your head and breathe in the scent of his hair. It smells so sweet, like crisp apples, yet twinged with evergreen leaves. “Are you…smellin’ me?” Geto laughingly asks.

You flush, embarrassed at having been caught. “I smelled somethin’ bad,” you reply, bite in your tone. “Thought it was you, but it’s just the horse stalls.” The outlaw chuckles in response to your retort, his broad chest rumbling. It makes your stomach flip.

You’re so glad to finally be away from him when he carefully places you on Reneigh’s back, securely holding your hips as you place one leg over each side of the horse. Once you’re finally settled, he steps back and smirks up at you. “Comfy?” he asks.

Even with you finally on your horse, he doesn’t immediately step away. It’s as if he’s making absolutely sure that you’re okay. Such a gentleman. “Yeah,” you grumble, gripping Reneigh’s reins a little too hard. “Thanks.”

Geto nods, fixing you with a rather intense gaze that makes you feel uneasy. Luckily, Gojo comes back so you don’t have to spend too long alone with him, completely oblivious to the chemistry exploding between his two partners.

“I’ve got the snacks!” he happily announces, waving a brown picnic basket around. “Ginger snap cookies, Granny Smith apples, and sweet tea. Now let’s head out, kids, before the sun leaves us.”

Once all horses are mounted, you all ride them out of the barn and into the beaming sunlight. You ride in silence away from your parents’ arm, traveling up the small hills of rolling grass blades that sway softly in the summer breeze. The only sounds are from the rustling leaves of the trees, the buzzing of bees, and Gojo’s soft whistling.

As you get farther away from the farm, you get closer to the pastures. The sight is beautiful and glorious enough for a painting: green hills and wheat fields grace your eyes as far as they can see, stretching to meet the blue sky coated in fluffy, white clouds that make you think of cotton candy. The breeze is cool against your face, sweetened by the scent of grass and distant flowers.

Reneigh’s back shifts underneath you as she walks among the pastures, her main waving softly in the wind. Feeling her muscles and soft fur under your hands makes you feel somewhat emotional. You think about if you had died from those train tracks or that snake bite, you would never be here to experience this beautiful day that others may take for granted. You’re so happy to be sharing this peaceful moment with her.

The Gunslingers too. You look over to them, catching them ride their horses slowly and lazily, their hats pulled low to block out the sun. As if sensing your eyes on him, Gojo turns to you, wearing his shades, and smiles. “Isn’t this perfect?” he asks.

‘Yes,’ you think. ‘This is perfect.’

For the first time in a while, you feel a sobering sense of peace and happiness. It makes you feel warm and giddy all over like a kid on Christmas Day. Suddenly, everything is perfect and you can’t stop the smile that stretches across your face.

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you gently snap Reneigh’s reins twice. She knows the drill. She picks up speed and takes off in front of Geto and Gojo who look on in confusion as you speed off through the rolling glades. ”What are you doing?” Geto calls after you.

You turn to look at them over your shoulder, your hair in your face and your hand gripping your hat so it stays on your head. “Race me!” you laughingly shout. “Whoever’s last up that hill is a rotten egg!” You point to the biggest hill in the distance where the wheat fields are.

Gojo and Geto share a bewildered look before breaking out into a smile. Gojo whoops and sends his horse running after you while Geto tosses his head back and laughs. “You’re so childish,” he cackles, but snaps the leather reins on his horse and follows after you.

The outlaws chase after you, hot on your fields as your horses bound through the grass, up and down the slopes of hillsides. The only sounds are of the horses’ hooves pounding against the ground, your pants, and the wind rushing through your ears. All the sounds, tastes, and feelings mix inside of you, creating a high and a rush that zips through your fingertips and toes; splashes warmth all over your brain; makes your heart pump.

This is life. This is what living is about. Not running from the law or murderous criminals. Not survival. You can’t help but laugh and scream, raising one hand up to let the wind slip through your fingers. “Woooo!” you shout, your joyful scream carried among the wind.

You tilt your head back, close your eyes, and laugh at the sun, letting it warm your face, basking in its light. When Reneigh finally slows to a stop, you open your eyes and find Gojo already at the top of the hill. “I win!” he laughs. “Guess you’re the rotten egg today, little miss.”

Geto makes a close second, telling Gojo that he cheated. You’re too happy and content to be sour about losing, breathing heavily and still in the high that nature and good company gave you.

You walk with Reneigh the rest of the way up until you meet the outlaws and scout the fields for a good spot. “Here’s a good spot,” Geto says, nodding at the quaint area beneath a canopy of trees to block out the sun. “Let’s give those hooves a rest.”

You leave the horses to graze while you set up for lunch. You sit beneath one of the trees, your legs folded carefully underneath you so as to not irritate your ankle. Geto and Gojo sit an arm’s length from you, enjoying the weather and the food. Gojo lounges on his side, chomping down on the cookies and downing a bottle of sweet tea while Geto sits against a tree, his hat sitting on his lap as he chomps into an apple, creating a crunch sound every time his teeth sink into the flesh.

It is silent, but it’s a peaceful, content silence. You don’t need to try to talk or make any unnecessary noises to make you all feel comfortable. The sounds of nature do that for you—the buzzing of bees; the chirp of birds; the slight chuffing of the horses.

To anyone who may venture across you three, they would simply pass it off as three friends having a picnic.

Or a date.

Gojo is suddenly beside you, nearly scaring you to death because you didn’t sense him fast enough. “Whatcha readin’?” He asks, poking his head over your shoulder. “You’re awfully quiet. It must be good.”

You roll your eyes and show him the cover of the book you got from Eren’s study. He’s been letting you have free range of his book collection since you moved in. “It’s about a pirate who stored away a prized treasure that everyone is after,” you explain. “The ‘One Piece’, it’s called, and it’s apparently based on a true story.”

Gojo nods, looking interested or at least pretending to be so. He peers up at you from over his sunglasses, his blue eyes twinkling with sunbeams. The sight is almost devastatingly beautiful. “I never took ya as a bookworm,” he says, humorously, smirking. “It’s cute.”

Geto chuckles from his spot, still chomping on his apple. You turn away from Gojo, shooing him away like he’s a bug. “Is flattery embedded in your DNA?” you scoff before going back to your book. You try to follow the words on the page, but the feeling of some damn eyes on you makes your brain short circuit.

Fed up, you turn, finding both men staring at you. “What?” you demand, raising an eyebrow at them.

Gojo puts a hand up in defense, quickly looking away. Geto, however, doesn’t, his dark eyes soft as they regard you. “You just seem so…relaxed,” he says. “It’s a nice change, y’know? I like seein’ you like this.”

The corner of his mouth peers up into a half-smile. Gojo agrees, nodding like a bobblehead. Butterflies flap around in your stomach at Geto’s sweet and genuine (and almost intimate) words. But isn’t this what friends are like? They like seeing each other happy, don’t they? And you do consider Geto and Gojo your friends, despite everything.

“Well, I like it too,” you quietly admit as if the very realization just came to you.

Gojo puts his hands behind his head, settling into the wheat stalks below him. “Me too,” he yawns. “I could get used to this kinda life. The easy-like-Sunday-mornin’ life, y’know? No fuss, no muss, no runnin’ for our lives…” He tilts his head up to look up at the sky. “That would be a pretty sweet future.”

You look at him and then at the sky, wondering what he sees in it. “What about you, Y/N?” he asks, smiling at you. “What does your future look like? You wanted to come to Willow Springs for a better one, right?”

You blink at him and Geto who also looks interested in your answer. “My future…” You take a moment to truly think about it. You weren’t expecting that question. Though it’s so simple, it seems to take you forever to answer it. What does your future look like?

“You said before that this place meant freedom to you,” Geto says, gently coaxing you to think. “Is it still that?” The two patiently wait for you to respond.

So you think. Really think. You try to picture yourself in five, ten, twenty years from now. What would you be like? What would life be like for you? Would you still live in Willow Springs after wanting to come here for so long? Finally, after a moment of silence, you nod and lower your book.

“Yeah,” you answer after some consideration. “I want my future to be…freedom, peace and happiness. To be able to walk around without hidin’ my identity. To have a real, honest job that doesn’t involve lyin’ and killin’ to survive. To own my own home with a red brick roof near a lake and a bunch of land for horse ridin’. To…I dunno, fall in love, have a family…”

You trail off, flushing when you realize you’ve been rambling. But the two don’t look at all bored or uncomfortable by it. In fact, they look genuinely interested like you’re a movie they want to see the end of.

“That’s beautiful, Y/N,” Geto says and there isn’t anything teasing about it. He is genuine, his smile and eyes warm like a toasty fire. “I’d want that too.”

You can’t help but smile back. “Hey,” Gojo suddenly says as if a thought just popped into his head. “Can we be in your future then?”

You blink at him, your brain slowly processing his words. Even when they successfully do, you’re still confused. Is this a proposal or something? “Huh?” you ask, voicing your confusion.

Gojo sits up, the sunlight turning his silver hair into spun gold and illuminating his handsome face. “Well, it seems to me that we both want the same future—peaceful, content, and super boring. So maybe we can achieve that together.” He turns to you, his smile damn near blinding you. “Ya think?” He asks.

He sounds so hopeful. So sure that you’ll say yes and that everything will be fine. You sit there quietly, unable to speak or to think. You never even thought about the Gunslingers staying in your life longer than now. Could it be possible? Would they even stick around?

Sensing your conflict, Geto jumps in. “Well, you think about it,” he says with a comforting smile. “And for the record, that kinda life ain’t boring. Gojo’s just a whore for action.” The white-haired outlaw pegs an apple at him that Geto catches with ease in his big hands.

You close your book, suddenly not interested in what’s in it anymore.

Finally, you answer: “I’ll think about it” is all you say, but it’s enough for them....

For now.

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lady-snowbl00d · 9 months ago

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An "I crave you" prompt with Astarion x Y/N (f) Reader. Plot: AUish. You are a noble in court, and best friends with Astarion, but you do not know he is a vampire. You're about to find out. (Suggestive, but not explicit. And yes, there is biting involved.) One shot. Enjoy!

Note: This is not up on any other website rn. Please do not repost. <3

gif: aavalein , tenor

You were a friend of the princess. You had grown up together, playing games and sharing secrets and gossips of the royal court when you were both old enough to be interested in such matters. She was your best friend, and today was her birthday celebration.

Aside from the princess, you only really had Astarion.

Not that you didn't have many acquaintances. You were well-liked and relatively social, at least when it mattered. But to be close to someone was difficult for you. Friends? A few. Best friends? Only the princess and the noble elf, the latter of which you had met much later than her - but in spite of it, you felt close to him as if you had known him for ages.

Today, you had danced and chatted with a few people at the great brimming hall full of music and chatter. You had a few drinks, enough to make you feel brimming with the excitement of the evening, but you had stopped yourself before you could feel light headed.

Now, you were having a slice of cake, as you sat alone on one of the empty tables. You just needed a bit of a break from everything, so you quietly observed the music, the lights, the people dancing.

A chill ran up the back of your neck, the feeling of being caught in a trap crawled over you. You almost shook it off, until you heard a voice beside you.

"Enjoying your evening?"

The voice was suave and sweet, unmistakable.

"Goodness," you jumped a little, before turning back to look at him. He was so close it took you aback. "You nearly frightened me. When did you start lurking around dark corners?"

You sighed, composing yourself as he came into view and took a seat beside you. Astarion looked handsome and regal as always, this time wearing a dazzling suit of navy blue and gold.

"Lurking dark corners?" he chuckled, sitting next to you. "You make it sound so...scandalous. But to answer your question, I always do. Maybe you just hadn't noticed."

"Well that's alarming," you chided.

"I have to keep you entertained somehow, don't I?" he joked. "Now, you never did tell me how your evening was going."

"Well, for one, I have no idea where my date went."

He raised his eyebrows now, seemingly offended for you.

"How dare he..."

"Oh, it really doesn't matter much," you shrugged. "Maybe I should care, but he wasn't really too..."

Interesting, exciting, captivating. Like Astarion.

"He was boring me," you said, before taking another bite of the pastry before you. "Aside from that, the evening has been fine. What about you? Any contenders?"

Astarion was one to, after all, make the best of a good party. He would seek out a man or a woman to take home and enjoy. Today he was handsome as ever, and no doubt his plan was to have a little fun.

He smirked and looked at you, pausing before an answer. The way his red eyes darted over your body and face for the briefest moment made you feel those nerves again. He stopped at your lips, before reaching out...

"What -" You started to speak before his finger reached the corner of your mouth, wiping away some residual frosting.

"Just some sugar, darling," he smirked again. He placed his fingertip to his mouth and tasted the bit of frosting. You could not take your eyes away from the movement.

"Right," you blinked. "Thanks."

You turned away to fix your attention on the dancing. The people. The wall. The stone columns. Something. You could not find a point to fixate on.

"You were asking about contenders, yes?"

"Yes. Just making conversation," you shrugged nonchalantly.

You looked at him, and rolled your eyes a bit as you observed one of those signature cocky grins on his face. But more alarming than that, he appeared curious. You crossed your arms, feeling overheated, from chest to neck to nose and cheeks.

"You look lovely tonight," he complimented. It did nothing to help your condition.

Astarion reclined back into his chair, and waved a hand. "As for contenders, I have a few in mind...Particularly..."

He cut himself off with a sigh. His eyebrows furrowed together. He looked the way he did when he was deep in thought.

"I have to say...That's distracting," he continued.

"What?"

"Your blushing."

"I don't blush," you replied, "And if - IF - I did, it's the wine."

"Ah ah ah, It's been at least two hours since your last drink, and you didn't have many," he said, pointing a finger at you. "I know because I have been watching you all night."

You laughed, unsure whether he was joking or not.

"Do you make that a habit too? Staring at people all night?"

"Only the ones I care about," he smiled. The tone was light, but the words made you feel something... "You know, something tells me you're keeping a secret. So why don't you tell me?"

You eyed him curiously and leaned in.

"I have no secrets," you smiled.

"Liar," he accused. "Look at you."

You chucked.

"Are we not allowed to keep secrets?"

"Secrets? Between friends? Never," he drawled, making light of the situation.

You laughed.

"Well then," you dared to make an offer. "If I am going to tell you my secrets, you'll have to tell me yours."

"I'm all yours, darling," he leaned in only slightly, meeting his gaze with yours.

You hated that. The way he flirted, smiled, leaned in, reached out. It was his nature, to be sleek and playful and flirtatious, and with him you couldn't read into it. Cross that line. You didn't want to potentially lose him, your best friend, because of it.

You wanted him, badly. And if you could only have him as a friend, then so be it.

You cleared your throat.

"Alright," you say, raising your chin in false confidence and relaxing back into your seat. "Tell me a secret."

"Y/N," he laughed, "I think you know all my secrets."

"Now who's the liar?"

You took a drink of your cider and noticed a small crack in his demeanor, the narrowing of his eyes and clench of his jaw. But he recovered gracefully, an honest chuckle ruminating from his chest.

"Clever girl. Well then," he said, obviously up to the challenge. "If you insist."

He stood up suddenly.

"I can do even better than telling you a secret," he said, holding out his hand to you. His voice lowered an octave. "I can show you one."

Did you dare?

You did.

You took his hand, and together you left the grand hall unnoticed. He led you to a darkened hallway.

"Astarion, where are we-"

He was speeding rather quickly, and you hadn't even realized you still had the glass of cider in your hand when in the midst of everything, you dropped it, shattering the glass and liquid on the floor.

You cursed and stopped, letting go of him to try to pick up the bigger pieces. Fortunately, no one was around to see or hear the scene.

"You don't need to clean that, that's what the help is for," he said brazenly. "They'll take care of it."

"Some of us like to, I don't know, be mindful of others, Astarion," you whispered, "Ah-"

You sliced your index finger on a piece of glass.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, it's nothing."

"Leave it."

His tone was serious. Something told you to listen to him, and you gazed up at him as you stood up.

"Fine. Now tell me, where are we going -"

You were interrupted by the surprise of him grabbing your wrist, and pulling you to him. You almost crashed into his body. He looked at your bleeding wound with a strange interest, then locked his eyes with yours.

"'Astarion?"

Something about the look on your face or the tone of your voice made him smile, but it was brief. He took both your arms then, and shoved you lightly against the stone wall.

Your arms were on either side of your head, but you didn't struggle. You trusted him...Didn't you? He towered over you, and his body had never been closer, his red eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

"Astarion," you said, trying to contain the shock in your voice, and the nerves at being so close to him, held by him. You swallowed hard. "What are you doing?"

You chuckled a bit in reaction to the shock of the situation, needing the humor he seemed to have lost.

He leaned back to look at you, then leaned in next to you and inhaled and exhaled sharply.

This was not how you had expected this night to go. You felt yourself growing heated, the pleasure you imagined he could bring out in you spreading like wildfire.

"I believe I was going to show you my secret," he said, his voice huskier than you had heard it before. "I crave you."

He kissed you softly below your ear, and squeezed ever so lightly at your wrists.

Fuck. You bit your bottom lip to bite back a moan as he kissed down to your neck now, soft, sweet, and dizzying.

"Astarion," you managed to say, then felt a tugging at your skin. His teeth were sharp as they looked. It almost hurt, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure holding you in its thrall. your hands balled up into fists.

"Would you still like me to show you?"

"Yes," you nodded. "I trust you."

Suddenly, fangs sank into flesh, the sensation a mixture of stinging pain and burning pleasure. You felt his lips on your skin as he latched on and sipped from his new chalice, a soft moan escaping him.

It was only a brief moment, a few seconds, and everything became blurry. You slipped into a darkness, a sleep deeper than any you had lived before...

#thank you for reading #never written for astarion before #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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