#like lush you go in and you smell things and it's like ah yes there's this overpowering sweet scent that lingers

[savagewildnerness]

An improvised love theme for Armand & Daniel & the sexiest bit of Devil’s Minion!

“Yet at other times, he burned for Armand as if for an elixir without which he could not go on. The dark energy that had fired him for four years was now missing. He dreamed Armand was near him; he awoke weeping stupidly. Then the morning would come and he would be sad but calm.

Then Armand had returned.

It was late, perhaps ten o'clock in the evening, and the sky, as it is so often in southern Italy, was a brilliant dark blue overhead. Daniel had been walking alone down the long road that leads from Pompeii proper to the Villa of the Mysteries, hoping no guards would come to drive him away.

As soon as he'd reached the ancient house, a stillness had descended. No guards here. No one living. Only the sudden silent appearance of Armand before the entrance. Armand again.

He'd come silently out of the shadows into the moonlight, a young boy in dirty jeans and worn denim jacket, and he had slipped his arm around Daniel and gently kissed Daniel's face. Such warm skin, full of the fresh blood of the kill. Daniel fancied he could smell it, the perfume of the living clinging to Armand still.

"You want to come into this house?" Armand had whispered. No locks ever kept Armand from anything. Daniel had been trembling, on the edge of tears. And why was that? So glad to see him, touch him, ah, damn him!

They had entered the dark, low-ceilinged rooms, the press of Armand's arm against Daniel's back oddly comforting. Ah, yes, this intimacy, because that's what it is, isn't it? You, my secret . .

Secret lover. Yes.

Then the realization had come to Daniel as they stood together in the ruined dining room with its famous murals of ritual flagellation barely visible in the dark: He isn't going to kill me after all. He isn't going to do it. Of course he won't make me what he is, but he isn't going to kill me. The dance will not end like that.

"But how could you not know such a thing," Armand had said, reading his thoughts. "I love you. If I hadn't grown to love you, I would have killed you before now, of course."

The moonlight poured through the wooden lattices. The lush figures of the murals came to life against their red backdrop, the color of dried blood.

Daniel stared hard at the creature before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. There was a horrid shift in his consciousness; he saw this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. And yet he loved this thing. He loved its smooth white skin, its great dark brown eyes. He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls. Imagine, killing like that, just taking life any time you want it, just doing it, sinking your teeth into another and taking all that that person can possibly give.

Look at the garments he wore. Blue cotton shirt, brass-buttoned denim jacket. Where had he gotten them? Off a victim, yes, like taking out his knife and skinning the kill while it was still warm? No wonder they reeked of salt and blood, though none was visible. And the hair trimmed just as if it weren't going to grow out within twenty-four hours to its regular shoulder length. This is evil. This is illusion. This is what I want to be, which is why I cannot stand to look at him.

Armand's lips had moved in a soft, slightly concealed smile. And then his eyes had misted and closed. He had bent close to Daniel, pressed his lips to Daniel's neck.

And once again, as he had in a little room on Divisadero Street in San Francisco with the vampire Louis, Daniel felt the sharp teeth pierce the surface of his skin. Sudden pain and throbbing warmth. "Are you killing me finally?" He grew drowsy, on fire, filled with love. "Do it, yes."

But Armand had taken only a few droplets. He'd released Daniel and pressed gently on his shoulders, forcing Daniel down to his knees. Daniel had looked up to see the blood flowing from Armand's wrist. Great electric shocks had passed through Daniel at the taste of that blood. It had seemed in a flash that the city of Pompeii was full of a whispering, a crying, some vague and pulsing imprint of long-ago suffering and death. Thousands perishing in smoke and ash. Thousands dying together. Together. Daniel had clung to Armand. But the blood was gone. Only a taste-no more.

"You are mine, beautiful boy," Armand had said.”

[sanjoongie]

ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔵 𝔶𝔬𝔲

🖤Third Flower chosen for The Language of Flowers event held by @cultofdionysusnet

🖤Prompt Chosen: black lily {love, curse}

🖤Pairing: Crazy Evil Genius! Yunho x Cyborg Naga! Reader (f)

🖤Genre: smut with plot!

🖤Trope: coworkers to lovers

🖤Au: sci-fi, cyborg, evil genius, hybrid

🖤Rating: 18+, MDNI

🖤Warnings: cybernetic enhancements without consent!, Yunho is genuinely off his rocker, mentions of murder, accidental dismemberment, explosions, death ⚠Kinks~ sub! yunho, dom! reader, fingering, oral (f)

🖤Word Count: 2,549

🖤Summary: when a devastating accident in the engine room destroys your body, a scientist offers his abilities to repair you... he sees a beauty, you see a beast. His love is truly a cursed one

🖤Author's Note: a thank you must go to @stardragongalaxy for getting an idea from Coachella Yunho, brainstorming it with me, and then gifting me said idea. you are the most generous soul I know

🖤divider by @cafekitsune

You walked through the garden of the ship Treasure, running your hands over the lush leaves and smelling the open flowers. You had done everything you could to fix the ship but it had taken on too much damage. So you moved to a vantage point, the beautiful five pane sealed dome of the gardens, to view the ship’s brilliant explosion.

The last thing you remembered was the sound of the quantum engines, your babies, whining into their death sequence. You wanted to keep your eyes open, to witness their brilliant demise but the light was just too bright for you. Still, if you couldn't save them, at least you could be with them for their last moments.

You thought you were going to die, but as it turned out, the doctor on board when the accident had happened dabbled in cybernetics. You had been introduced to him in passing, when he ate lunch with the Captain and the crew. He was an odd sort, extremely tall but dressed to the nines. He inquired about the engines with a learned twinkle in his eye. Odd, but not harmful. Or so you thought.

“Ah, my goddess awakes.”

You struggled to open your eyes as your consciousness came back to you. “Wh-what happened?”

“You were in an accident,” the soft voice cooed at you. “But luckily I was able to put you all back together again.”

“Back…together?” What did that even mean?

You were finally able to battle away the fog in your mind, you were met with inquisitive brown eyes. “I made some improvements. I couldn't help myself. Your situation was unique. But I’m sure you’ll find them glorious.”

You attempted to move your arms but they felt sluggish to respond to you. Then, whip-quick, they moved. You couldn't comprehend what was before you. You turned your ‘hands’ back and forth in front of you. It was like you had on rose gold scale gloves up past your elbows. The metallic material shimmered in the light. But instead of fingers you had talons.

“You lost both your arms,” the doctor said cheerfully. “Now, if you are trapped in the underbelly of the ship, you’ll be able to get away quickly!”

You moved to sit up higher in the cot you were on but squeezed too hard. Metal squealed in protest and your mouth dropped in shock. 

The doctor, you struggled to remember his name upon introduction, brought his forefinger and thumb to his chin in thought. “It’ll probably take you a while to adjust to your newfound strength. Much better if you remain with me in the lab.”

The cot, having lost its support, collapsed and you fell to the side. The blankets that had been covering your legs, ripped off in your descent and you were met with an even bigger shock. You no longer had any legs; you now had a rose gold tail to match your new arms.

“What the fuck?!” You shouted in astonishment.

“Ah, yes.” The doctor walked over to where you had fallen. “You lost your legs in the blast as well. Quite gruesome.” His long fingers traced the scales, starting where your calf would have been. “But with this thick, strong tail, you will be so much faster. Nothing will ever be able to destroy you again.”

His fingers continued to move up your tail, up to where your knee would be. He peeked through his fringe, almost boyish like, but his eyes gleamed fever-bright. He was odd, even in this almost intimate moment. “Do you like it?”

You frowned, hard. “I don’t… why…? This is all so…”

“Wait! I know you’ll love this!” The doctor rushed away to grab a hand mirror and was by your side in an instant. “Smile for me, my goddess.”

You bared your teeth and didn’t recognize yourself. You had two long fangs. The further you opened your jaw, the more it elongated, just like a snake. 

“I’m a monster,” You whimpered to your reflection.

“No!” The doctor protested. “There is venom in your fangs, which you activate with pressing your tongue to the back of the fangs. You can protect yourself, be strong! Nothing will be able to get to you now! You’re a goddess among mortals.”

You ripped the mirror from his hands and threw it against the wall. Instead of smashing it, it simply thunked into the wall with the strength you threw it with. 

The doctor watched in awe and then his eyes shone with adoration. “See what gifts you have! You’ll accept them eventually, just you watch. But for now, I think, a nap is in order.”

The other hand, the one that hadn't been admiring your tail earlier, sported a finger like contraption, almost similar to your talons. Before you could register what was happening, he pricked the side of your neck and you felt your limbs and head grow heavy. 

“There there, my love,” the doctor hummed. “Sleep a dreamless sleep. It will all be better when you wake up.” 

The doctor’s name was Jeong Yunho. He refused to let you call him Doctor Jeong. 

“We’ve been through so much together,” he would say, sighing happily. “Just call me Yunho.”

As much as you wanted to kill the doctor for all the modifications that you most certainly did not agree to, your levelheadedness realized that would not be prudent. He was the man that created you and you were certain that if he died, and something went wrong with your modifications, that there would not be a second doctor specializing in cybernetics to fix you.

So you endure your rehabilitation with the lovesick doctor. For that was surely what he was. There wasn’t a moment that went by that he wasn’t sporting heart eyes at you. He spoke to you in tones that belied adoration and care. He wouldn’t stop talking about his wonderful enhancements. And he most definitely would not stop referring to you as his goddess or his love.

The fair doctor was crazy. He was a genius, but he was crazy. You weren’t sure what kind of world he was living in but it was most definitely not reality. Because in what reality would a half human half snake be seen as an improvement?

You remained inside the med bay slash laboratory that Yunho resided in. You were in no hurry to encounter any other human. 

Which resulted in you being bombarded by Yunho. The more he praised you, the more you despised what you looked like. Each time he referred to you as his goddess only added a block upon block of resentment towards him. 

Then finally you snapped.

You had become apt with your new body. You knew how to move your tail to move at a viper’s pace. You wrapped your talons around Yunho’s upper arms and slammed him into the wall. Your fangs were on his neck. 

Then you were completely thrown off when Yunho moaned, “Please, end me, my goddess.”

Your tongue was pressing against the activator for your venom but you couldn't find it in you to do it. Yunho was… somehow getting off on this and that was not what you wanted when you finally killed him. 

You let him go and he slowly sunk to the floor, a look of bewilderment on his face. “What? Why won’t you kill me, my love?”

“Why would I give you pleasure?” You snarled, whipping your tail in anger. It hit this table and knocked over that set of beakers but Yunho didn’t wince from the destruction.

Yunho looked up at you with puppy dog eyes, mouth slightly parted. “You would end me! Your fangs pressed to my jugular, pumping them full of poison and vengeance. You would be using everything I’ve gifted you!”

“It is not a gift, Yunho, it is a curse!” You howled. 

Yunho scrambled to get up as you went on a full rampage. If you couldn't lash out at the genius doctor who was quite insane, then you still needed to pour out your rage. You wrecked the entirety of the lab. Whatever Yunho was working on, several projects or one, it was all gone. He watched you destroy it all. 

And when you were done, breathing hard, unknown chemicals dripping from your talons, a glare of hatred aimed at Yunho, he approached you. He treated you like a caged tiger, cautiously tiptoeing through the chaos to get closer to you.

“You are practically indestructible now, my goddess. You are powerful which only adds to your engineer brain. And more so, you are beautiful in your new form. Why can you not accept that?”

“Because who can love someone who is monstrous like me in this form?” You yelled. Your soul felt torn apart. “You have condemned me, doctor.”

Yunho shook his head fervently. “No. No, you are wrong. I love you.” Yunho pounded his fist to his chest to emphasize his point.

You turned away from him, unable to view what was on his face. “You love the madness you created, not me.”

Yunho, with the hand that had two fingers covered with the same guard that he had used to inject you with an anesthetic when you first woke, gently turned your head back towards him. “No. You are wrong once again. I made you in an image that is beautiful and strong. I am in love with you, who remained in the most dangerous of places in order to save the engine from blowing and perhaps killing others. I am in love with you, my goddess.”

You scoffed at the mad doctor, “Ridiculous.” You retained your disbelief.

“Shall I show you?” Yunho offered softly.

“How?” You barked.

Yunho pressed his lips to yours, practically trembling. Whether he was scared or excited, you weren't entirely too sure but you remained still as his kisses moved from the corner of your mouth, along your jaw and down your neck.

“What are you doing?” You demanded, your talons curling into your scaled palms.

“Worshipping your body like the goddess you are,” Yunho murmured against your skin.

Yunho unbuttoned the short sleeve dress you wore and it fluttered down your body, catching at your hips. He cupped one breast tenderly, his plump lips wrapping around the other nipple. He suckled and licked the nipple as his fingerguard’s sharp edge played along the areola of your other breast. You cried out at the soft and hard worship of your body, the dual stimulation making you wet.

Yunho altered his mouth to your other breast, wriggling his unadorned hand down the front of your dress, to brush the pads of his fingers along your slit. Your tail ended high on your thigh, allowing access to your cunt still. The doctor gasped in delight when he found your slick gushing from between what remained of your legs. 

You opened your mouth to snarl at Yunho but he was too eager to give you more pleasure. Two fingers pushed into your cunt with ease and you groaned as Yunho stretched you out. Embarrassing wet noises could be heard from the both of you as he thrusted his long fingers into you.

“I will do this every day for as long as you demand, to prove my love for you,” Yunho whined.

He began to hump your leg eagerly, in tandem with the thrusting of his fingers. You could feel how hard he was against your hip. He was desperate for all of you.

“Yunho, wait.” 

You pushed him back with one hand, only to see Yunho’s eyebrows furrowed, like you had taken away a very yummy treat from him. But his fingers stilled inside you, much like the eager, good pup he was portraying right now. 

“Can I taste you? Bring you to climax with my tongue? Oh please let me do that. I don’t need anything else but that, and then I will die a happy man,” Yunho begged.

You were truly struck with how much this man was simpering for you. It was clear the need he had to please you was strong. It was clear that his lust for you thrummed through every muscle in his body right now. It shocked you to your core, but then again, this man made you into the monster you were. Perhaps he did make you in an image that was beautiful to him.

So you slithered to a lab bench nearby with purpose. You pushed your dress down your hips and leaned over the chaos you had wrought. “Show me,” You said throatily.

Yunho was on his knees within a millisecond, face pushed into your pussy. He sloppily lapped at it, tongue exploring all of the flesh available to him. He sucked on your inner lips. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue. He used his hands to push back the plush flesh of your ass so that he could tongue-fuck you. You weren’t entirely sure how Yunho was managing to breathe, if you were being honest, but you were too caught up in the pleasure blossoming in your lower stomach.

Your talons flexed into the stainless steel lab counter, making the metal screech in protest. You could feel rather than hear Yunho chuckle into your cunt. Still, he didn’t stop until you cried out with an orgasm, and even then, he lapped up every drop of your slick. You panted against the lab bench, trying to absorb what exactly just happened.

You pushed yourself up and caught Yunho wiping his face of your wetness and licking every bit of it instead of wiping it away. This man was something else. 

“I don’t understand you,” You admitted, frowning at the doctor.

Yunho beamed up at you, innocent in his filthy actions. “What’s there to understand? I saved you. I recreated you in a powerful image that only supports your beauty. And I crave to taste every inch of you on my tongue.”

You shuddered, somewhat delicately. Your tail, also in response to Yunho’s words, curled itself into a spiral at the base of where it was supporting you. Yunho watched with apt interest, probably noting your natural reactions. 

Yunho stood up, his hard on painfully obvious against his slacks, yet he made no overtures to fix his situation. Instead he asked, “Have I proven myself to you, my love?”

“I suppose I believe you,” You said grudgingly. 

Yunho clapped his hands once. “Then it’s settled. We shall rule the galaxy. With my schemes, and your power and beauty, none will be able to stand against us.”

“You can’t just decide these things on your own!” You protested.

Yunho’s eyes swirled with insanity, a maniac grin pulling his lips up garishly. “Do you not despise the world for what it’s done to you? Do you not want to take it out on the world? While I lavish you with adoration and attention?”

That made you pause. Hadn't it felt good to lash out? To receive Yunho’s love? You felt like you could not argue with his points.

Yunho offered you his arm and you found yourself taking it. Whatever lay before you, be it destruction and madness, you found yourself looking forward to your future. And your mad doctor’s schemes too.

[uselessboss]

Mistakes(3/3)

He still couldn't believe that this was happening. 

“Did you ever go on a trip Safir?” Miller one day asked. 

He shook his head. 

“I was planning on having a camping trip tomorrow so if you are interested I could take you and Saram with me" 

“Huh? Me too?” Saram asked, blinking and pointing at himself in surprise. 

“Yes. That sounds lovely” He promptly answered. 

“Good. Then I will see you two tomorrow afternoon" 

It felt so different. 

It wasn't as if he never entered a car before. He did, but it wasn't like this. It didn't smell of rust and old fuel, it wasn't pitch black from being buried under a pile of crumbing trash and terribly uncomfortable and cramped. It wasn't made of tears and moldy cushions. 

It was tidy and clean. He sat comfortably in the nice seat, a pillow prepped in his lap, the air feeling fresh as the wind wildly threw his hair around because of the speed of the moving car. 

“Look Saram! A cow!” he giggled as he pointed as they passed the animal leisurely eating grass. 

“Ah? Yes?” Saramsrein replied, dumbfounded. 

“I never saw one before. At least a real one" Safir laughed. 

He probably looked pretty silly right now. Pointing at everything as the car passed by, giggling all the way like a small kid and chattering non-stop about the sights he never saw before. It had been the most talkative he ever been in his entire life.

Thankfully his company didn’t seem to mind it. He could see Miller’s reflection smilling from her rear mirror and Saramsrein, despite not understanding his enthusiasm, nodding along his words - repeating them with a confused smile in place, before getting quickly wrapped up in his enthusiasm and starting to point to things on his own.

“It sure is different from seeing the monotonous gray concrete from the city right boys? Wouldn’t you say it’s a nice change of pace?” Miller laughed.

“It really does” he smiled in agreement.

This felt like a family outing.

They set camp close to a place with a small pond. 

While Saramsrein was in charge of their sleeping accomodations he and Miller started the preparations for their meal.

With practiced ease he started the campfire in no time. Miller complimented him and after setting a makeshift table made of the biggest rocks she could find they started prepping the ingredients they brought along, the sound of the knives tapping the wooden boards filling the cozy silence as they focused on their task.

Miller has been teaching him how to cook recently and he had been equally eager to learn. He even bought a cooking book to test some recipes out, the first “luxury” item he ever bought out of personal interest. His first hobby and something he took immense enjoyment in.

“The tents are up” Saramsrein announced.

“We also finished things here” he spoke back.

FLASH!

Safir turned to see Miller grinning as she took a picture of him.

“Some pictures  to remember this wonderful day” she smiled, ruffling his hair. “I will make sure to print copies to you too”

She gave him her camera and after teaching how to use its features she urged him to take a picture of his own.

What should be the first picture he would take? The pond surrounded by lush greenery? The breath taking skies painted with fiery oranges from the sunset? The delicious food they cooked together?

No. None of them.

He carefully placed the camera on a tree stump and after making sure he put the timer up he ran towards Miller and Saramsrein, motioning for them to bend slightly as they were both taller than him so he could place his arms around their shoulders, smushing their cheeks together as the camera went off.

“It’s a nice photo” Miller smiled as she showed him the photo. Saramsrein’s eyes wide in surprise, Miller’s giggling and amused face and his own smile, radiant and happy.

He felt his eyes water as he looked at the picture, chest filled with a warm and indescribable feeling of love and gratitude.

Who would have thought that all of this would happen when he accepted this job offer? Those dreams he had as a small and bright eyed kid that prayed for the stars he couldn’t see, the wishes he held close to his heart as he thought of “what Ifs”, the small wonders he conjured in his imagination as he tried to picture what being loved felt like.

He feels a warm and soft blanket being drapped over his shoulders.

“It’s getting chilly” Miller smiles at him.

“Thank you” he smiles back as Miller nods to him, drapping Saramsrein with a blanket as well.

They both knew that Saramsrein didn’t feel cold nor required protection from the elements, but he still thanked the gesture anyway as he hurdled inside the blanket as he could still feel warmth from it.

“Hey you two, take a look at the sky”

It was a stunning view.

That was... The first time he had the opportunity to look at the starry sky.

There was no opportunity to admire the view when you lived on the streets. Your only focus was to watch your back and worry about your surroundings until you could arrive in a safe spot and even then those safe spots were hidden from view. The only thing he usually saw when he looked up, when it wasn’t complete darkness, was the low, scratched ceiling of the car he used as sleeping accomodation.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

He can just nod in awe.

“It’s kind funny how long it took me to notice such a thing. Only very recently I could appreciate such a beauty”

He looks at her in surprise.

“For most of my life I was plagued with nightmares and bad memories. I was scared of this world. Because it was nothing but terrifying and painful to me”

She exchanged looks with him.

She might not have gone throught the same experiences as him, but Miller understood his pain better than anyone else. They both faced similar hardships after all.

“... Then one day someone told me that if I had some nice experiences it might help me overcome those bad memories and nightmares”

“And did it work?”

“Yes” her voice was soft. The most tender, warm and adoring he ever heard. It was clear how much this person meant to her. “This someone shared many wonderful moments with me, including a starry sky like this one.”

Miller looked at the stars again.

“It made me realize how beautiful this world was. The kindness and wonderful things I always dreamt of experiencing one day... They were real after all”

It startled him.

It was like hearing his own thoughts reflected back to him.

Safir thought about his own experiences.

The day when he met Saramsrein. When he had collapsed on the floor, on the verge of dying from malnorishment and his soon to be boss picked him up, placing him on a comfortable bed and even getting food for him so he could recover his energy. He stood by his side until he was sure he was well enough, never prying about his life and always trying to respect his personal space.

The days he patiently taught him what he knew. The day when, unknowingly he had pushed him past his limits and felt bad about it, apologizing to him, feeling genuinely remorseful and trying his best to be mindful of his needs.

The day he had made him acquaitanced with Miller, who had been nothing but caring, understanding and nurturing, like a mother to him. Someone he could confide and seek guidance from.

“Yes. They are real” he whispered softly.

“It’s mysterious isn’t it?” Miller chuckled. “The sky was always there. There was even a chance that we already saw it at some point, yet it’s only on moments like these that it feels like we are REALLY seeing it right?”

“I guess... I guess it’s special because someone gives meaning to it”

Like their meals.

Before he never gave much thought about it. Food was only nourishment to him, just a means to survival. 

He ate scraps, moldy breads and almost rotting fruits all the same- Taste was of no concern to him -As long as it could quell his hunger and not make him sicker than not eating he was glad to wolf it down.

When Miller started to prepare meals to him was when he noticed how different food was. Warm or cold, fresh... Even taste started to become distinct to him.

“Nnnghhh...” he remembered scrunching his face up.

“Hahaha, it seems you are not a fan of bitter food huh?” Miller laughed with humor.

“S-sorry!” He profusely apologized.

"For what?”

“For being picky. It’s not like me to be this way, moreso when you are the one providing me this food”

“You don’t have to worry, not liking bitter tastes is more common than you think” Miller chuckled. “I mean, it can’t be worse than me who dislikes sweets because that’s like... Rejecting half of the food category right?”

They had a good laugh at that.

 Homecooked meals weren’t something he had to shovel down in haste out of fear from having it taken from him. It was given to him, something to be appreciated slowly as he took in all the care put into it -From the taste, to the comforting aromas and neat looks. All appreciated in company.

It became something precious to him. A cherished memory. Even when he ate something by himself the “meaning” behind it stayed. It brought comfort to him whenever he needed it. A source of support and strength.

“The way you see the world...” Safir repeats.

He never thought about it before but how did HE sees the world? Or what answer would he give if someone asked him about it?

"You overcame a lot of obstacles by yourself. You are a capable person Safir."

What kind of person is he?

“...I wish I could stay up for longer, but as the designed driver it would be better if I don’t sleep on the wheel” Miller winked, getting up.

“I think I will stay up for a little longer” He replied. “I don’t get a lot of opportunities to watch the starry sky so I want to cherish this moment”

“Very well” Miller nodded before patting his head. “Good Night Safir”

“Good Night Miller”

It was only him and Saramsrein now.

Who has been oddly quiet so far.

“... I lived for a long time. Eons of existence, and yet this is the first time that I noticed the starry sky” Saramsrein speaks, as if reading his mind.

Nothing in existence could affect him so nothing mattered to him. No harm could befall him, nothing could stop nor change him.

Until he met Miller’s grandfather.

Faust Miller. 

The first human to ever change his status quo when he managed to seal him away and at the same time become a constant in his existence as the person he always saw when it came undone. 

They fought and met for inumerous lifetimes. Those small windows of time became precious to him before he was sealed again. It was the first time in his eternal life that he looked forward to something.

So he tried harder with every new clash. Because in his inhuman and simple mind it meant that the more effort he put in it the more time he could spend with him.

This culminated in him winning their last match.

As Faust lied on the floor he had stopped his attacks. He sat patiently, waiting for him to rise up.

“...What are you doing?” He had asked, surprised at him not delivering the finishing blow.

“Waiting for you to recover”

“Are you not going to kill me?”

“...No? I don’t want to kill you” he cocked his head to the side.

“You don’t want... HAHAHAHA!” he laughed, clearly amused.

Faust was something else.

He should be mad or even hate him for literally wasting his inumerous lifetimes on being saddled to fight an undefeatable horror like him and being beaten to an inch of his life but he was, instead, very amused by this turn of events. 

He didn’t have to, he could have sealed him and he wouldn’t have offered any resistence, but he took him in. In his life.

He was the one that has given “meaning” to his existence.

What made Faust happy also made him happy. Everything that reminded him of Faust gave him joy.

So when Faust passed away to “Eternity”, a place where a being of infinite life like him could never reach he felt life lose its luster again. Things stopped holding meaning to him. The only thing left being an immense and hollow gap in its place.

A gap he wanted to fill but didn’t know how to. Perhaps desperately so.

He finally understood.

Everything he did until now was for the sake of dealing with his loliness.

“I apologize Safir”

“This job was nothing but a sham. I wanted to fill in this lonely existence of mine but didn’t know how to do it so I tried to copy Miller after I saw how well she got along with her peers” . He confessed. “... I just mimicked what she was doing but with no regard or consideration put in what I was doing. It’s no wonder I have been handling things so poorly. Why I had been such an useless boss to you.”

“... I figured it would have been the case”

His eyes widened as he looked at Safir.

He... Didn’t seem mad. Nor hurt, betrayed or disappointed with him.

“When...?”

“Well, for starters your job offer was super sketchy” Safir laughed. “Being ‘small’ as the only requirement and not having any other details about what the jobs entails was odd. If I wasn’t almost starving to the brink of death I don’t think I would have picked it”

Saramsrein flushes at that.

Because he didn’t need anything per say he thought of going with the only thing he couldn’t be.

Small.

“... Well, that said I wasn’t entirely certain because I didn’t have a good frame of reference as in all my other jobs my bosses were trying to sabotage me to have a reason to kick me out without having to pay extra for it” Safir patted his arm. “It was only after Miller stepped in to give me proper guidance that I could really tell the difference.”

Going through protocols, teaching him about procedures of what he could and couldn’t do. Taking in consideration his growth, preparing him physically and seeking to constantly improve and adjust her training to optimize his performance to assure the safety of both parties... She took it very seriously.

“Honestly it also put in perspective my own way of living” He furrowed his brows. “You could say I also did things “half-assedly”. Doing my job just for the sake of “survival” and pleasing others... This isn’t a way to live. Tailoring your actions to fit someone else... How could that make you genuinely happy?  When you wouldn’t be living as yourself? Those wouldn’t be your own feelings after all”

“Not your own feelings...” Saram repeated as he tried to digest his last words.

“It’s totally different from doing something because you want to and because you mean it. There’s weight and purpose behind your actions.”

It was something he grew to understand by spending time with people that truly cared for him. They never tried to push their preferences on him or tried to force him to be anything but himself. In fact, what they did was...

"A friendly world where you can share happiness"

"A world of potential where you can take pride on your achievements"

"...A gentle world. Of a reassuring and warm touch. Kind, sweet and caring."

It was “sharing”.

Not trying to take away what made him... “Him”. Whether he accepted those realities was up to him. Just like with a meal the flavors could enhance his experience and give “meaning” and substance to it, but it still ultimately his decision to make if he liked it or not.

“My life wasn’t easy. I suffered a lot and went through many struggles just to survive. It was not fair at all”. His mouth set in a thin, but determined line. “But that isn’t the kind of world I want to share. A world of a defeated and resigned person.”

“Life was undeniable harsh for me but I’m still alive. That wasn’t achieved by doing nothing about it. Even if I had to scrape by with barely anything I still put my all to succeed at overcoming those hurdles.”

He always thought of himself as someone meek, weak and pathetic but maybe that was the complete opposite?

He wouldn’t have ran away from the orphanage, away from the constant bullying and risking a dangerous life on the streets if he hadn’t guts.

He wouldn’t have choosen to call quits when his working conditions became unbearable, risking his already precarious living stability if he didn’t think he could do better than that.

He might have accepted this job at first because he thought of himself as not having a better choice but now things were different.

“Safir... This is unlike any danger most humans would face, even for someone like you”

“I’m very aware of the dangers of this job, you and Miller told me enough about it” he stood firm. “My answer won’t change. If people need a fighting chance and hope to not give in to adversity... I know I can provide it. I now know this would be truest I would ever be to myself”

Saramsrein was speechless.

“... That said you don’t need to be my boss for that. If what you want from me is to be my friend... I would be sincerely happy to just hang around with you. I don’t want to force you to carry this burden and responsability.” He smiled. “ ...Maybe  I would probably still pester you with a question or another because you know this stuff more than me, but that would be the extent of the assistance I require from you”

“... I’m seriously hopeless as a boss huh?”

Saram smiled, somewhat shy.

“You are truly amazing Safir. I’m glad I was able to meet someone like you”

“I-I think you might be going a bit overboard with the compliments now”

“Perhaps this might be who I am then. Someone that deeply admire others” Saram giggled, looking the happiest and most comfortable he had ever seen. “...I can’t wait until we are back, so that we can properly spend time together now”

“... Me too” Safir smiled, sitting next to him.

“I’m looking forward to it”

[crimsonblackrose]

Was lured into a bath and body works by a free item no strings attached coupon, and then proceeded to not leave because their Halloween stuff is out, and now,  the smell of bath and body works is just a part of me now. I will never know peace. The shirt I bought at a different store also smells like it. This is my life now. A cacophony of intense smells.

[seoulsenshi]

Sweet Lies

When you find out your boyfriend of three years is cheating on you, you don’t confront him. Instead, you get back at him by fucking the man he hated the most; Sasuke Uchiha.

cw: Infidelity, cheating (kinda.....) unprotected sex, smut, explicit language, black coded fem reader, please excuse any errors.

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Normally when someone finds out their lover is cheating on them, they confront them. They hold up the pictures, videos, and text messages and scream at them. They demand answers and it usually ends with someone crying. You, on the other hand, did none of those things. Instead, you pretended as if you knew nothing. You pretended that you didn’t smell the sweet scent of another woman’s perfume. You ignored the stray pink hairs on his coat and the lipstick stain on the collar of his dress shirt.

You memorized the text messages and watched the videos again and again as he laid in bed next to you. You knew. You knew Naruto Uzamaki, the man you loved for three years had replaced you with a pink haired woman. The very woman he swore he did not love anymore. Sakura Haruno. Snorting, you sipped on your wine as you glanced down at yet another video he saved on his phone. The same video you had saved to your laptop. In the video, Naruto had her by the hips. Loud, lustful moans filling the air as he told her to moan and beg him to keep going. Blonde hair stuck to his cheeks as he buried himself in the petite woman under him.

“Mnn…Naruto! Ah! AH! Please…mmhp….don’t stop!” Sakura’s voice filled your headphones and you paused the video. Looking up at the clock on the wall, the time read 3:05 am. Naruto said he’d be home by ten.

A sad chuckle bubbled up from your throat and you closed down the video. You should be crying. You should be angry. You should be tossing all of his shit into a big pile on the front lawn and watch as it burns. Even if you did all that, it wouldn’t be enough. You wanted him to hurt. You wanted him to feel sick to his stomach. You had confinded in your closes friends Temari and Hinata about Naruto’s unfaithfulness and they both argeed that you should have said something to him. Confrontng him wouldn’t make you feel better. But you knew what would.

 It was no secret that Naruto hated Sasuke Uchiha. There was just something about the dark haired male that lit a fire inside your boyfriend. The story was the two were “rivals” during their time in high school-if you could call Sasuke getting top marks while Naruto had to attend summer school a rivalry. Either way, the two boys did not like each other. Although it seemed Sasuke paid the loud blonde no mind. Sasuke harbored no ill will towards Naruto. Now you would simply give him another reason to hate him.

And that’s how you found yourself standing outside Sasuke’s lavish penthouse. You would thank Temari for giving you the chance to get in contact with the younger Uchiha sibling. The door opened and he looked you over silently. Deep inky eyes slowly roamed over you. From the top of your head where your braids sat in a high bun, to the deep purple choker around your neck, and the matching dress with a sweetheart neckline. The black heels on your feet complete with a cute anklet. Sasuke dressed in a white button up and black slacks, stepped aside so you could come in. Nervously, you sat across from him as you swirled the bourbon in your glass. You hastily explained to him why you wanted to see him and why you needed his help. Once done, you finished your drink as if it were a shot and set the glass down on the coffee table. Silence filled the air, and you fidget on the lush sofa.

“This was probably a dumb idea. You know what….just forget it. Forget I said it. This was stupid.” You begin to rise from your seat and Sasuke does the same.

He walks over to you and looks down at you.

“Are you sure about this?” Comes his reply.

Your eyes slightly go wide before you steel yourself and nod. “Yes. If I wasn’t sure. I wouldn’t have come here.” That seemed to be enough for him as he pulls you to him and gently places his lips over yours.

Two. Three. Maybe four rounds later you find yourself, face down in his bed. Sasuke’s hands gripping one hip as the other holds your phone in hand to record. Lewd noises come from your mouth as he hits that one spot that makes you see stars.

“Fuck!~ Sasuke!” You scream tears filling your eyes as he pounds you into the mattress. His grunts loud as he taunts Naruto.

“Damn..mn..Naruto. I knew you were dumb but I didn’t think you were this dumb. Shit! You let a woman like this go? Awww baby don’t go quiet now. Let him know how good I make you feel. Let him know since he wasn’t doing a good job! Use. Your. Words.” Each word punctured by a hard thrust inside you.

You grip the sheets eyes rolling into your head as you try to form words. How could you? “S….Sasuke…please. Please! It’s so good. So fucking good!” You shout thankful that his place was on the top floor which meant no one could hear you.

“Good girl. You hear that Naruto? You hear how cute she sounds? It’s a damn shame baby. This cute little body was being ignored because he’s too busy fucking someone else. Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel better.”

You cried out as he smacked your ass hard, gripping the flesh of your ass in his hands. His thrusts never slowing as he leaned down to kiss the space between your shoulder blades.

“You gonna cum again baby?” Sasuke asked you. You nod, whimpering. You hear him scoff and he pulls back only to slam in hard.

“Baby use your words. I want to hear you say it.” He coos and you hear the smile in his voice.

“Yes! Yes I’m gonna cum!” Your reward is another kiss and moves the phone in front of the two of you. Eyes blurry from tears and cum, you see your face and his in the screen. Sasuke smirks and drops a kiss on your shoulder. It’s so fucked up. But so hot. Sasuke’s firm frame against your plush one. Gods the man can fuck.

“Don’t worry Naruto. I’ll take good care of her since you’re preoccupied with someone else. “ Sasuke’s smirk forms into a full devilish grin and you wonder if you just made a deal with a devil. He looks to you as he feels your walls squeeze around him and he pulls you close with his hand. “That’s it. Cum for me baby. Cum all over this dick again. Make a mess.” He murmurs and that’s all you need to go over the edge. You scream his name as you cum from yet another earth shattering orgasm and you feel him fill you up. Sasuke ends the video with a laugh and he gently pulls out of you. Your body goes limp on the mattress as you hear the sound of running water. Sasuke returns with a rag and begins to clean you up. His movements are gentle and your finger hovers above the text message.

Again, he asks you, “Are you sure?” You look down at him and pull him up towards you. You press a kiss against his lips and his cheek.

“I’m sure. I can’t spare his feelings. He didn’t spare mine.” You send the video to Naruto and place the phone on the nightstand. Sasuke lays next to you and you curl up beside him. The loud chime of your ringtone goes off and so does Sasuke’s. He grabs his phone and you see Sakura’s name on the caller ID. You tense.

“Wait. Sasuke was Sakura your girlfriend?” You ask him and he nods silently. He too tosses his phone onto the nightstand before his lips claim yours again.

“She didn’t spare mine either.” He mutters and you wrap your arms around his neck. Your lips find his again as his touch drowns out the shrill ringing of your phones, and you let him bring you over the edge once more.

[ladyfloriographist]

Working Girl

Pairing: (Dr.) Gregory House (M.D.) x femme!voluptuous!Reader

Warnings: kind of an alternate re-telling of that time Wilson meets House at the bar in s1, Older Man/Younger Woman, First Meetings

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House’s phone buzzed on the bartop—a reply from Wilson, which read:

‘Can’t yet. Dinner party. 30 min ok?’

House sighed and flipped the phone face-down on the polished surface. He stared into the lowball glass, eyeing the clear, amber liquid.

You spot him from across the bar, his chest deflating and shoulders slumping as he disregards the mobile. Fatigue and frustration blend his features into a scowl, his face lined with the stories, smiles and heartaches of his years. His grey hair and short stubble beckon the touch of your fingers and his eyes—good God in Heaven. His big blue eyes that he just barely flicks up away from his glass tumbler call you closer.

You sidle up next to him, and slip onto the barstool beside his.

He glances at you wearily, and you sling him a small, genial-enough smile before looking away.

“I’m waiting for a friend,” he says, dry and dismissive.

“Oh?” you turn back to him, and look him up and down. “You’re waiting for someone.”

He squints, and looks shamelessly down your face, over your lush breasts, along your arms until he stops where your fingers are interlocked on the bartop. Your half-drunk glass of white wine sits casually between your forearms.

He locks eyes with you again and says, “And I take it you think you’re that someone?”

“That part is entirely up to you.”

His brow lifts.

“I very well could be,” you murmur, sipping from your glass. Up close, in this low light, his stunningly blue eyes are dark—but they glint with a mix of humour and impatience, like he’s wondering how long he’ll tolerate this farce until he grows bored and tells you to get lost.

“I don’t much like company.”

That much is painfully obvious. “Oh,” you let your brow crease, and put on a sarcastic tone, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

He rolls his eyes.

“So I should go then?” You motion to the door with your thumb. “Probably for the best, you reckon?”

He flicks his gaze back to yours, and takes a breath about to say something, before catching his words in his throat. He glances over your form again—and you let him—before he pulls his lips between his teeth and grabs his whiskey.

You’re younger than him, that much he can tell, by fifteen or even twenty years. He’d be mad to go home with you.

He’d be mad not to.

You interpret his silence as wavering indecision—how this grizzled, chiselled old man traversed such a thin, fine line between ‘yes’ and ‘no’—and intrude on his thoughts with a brazen line. “What do you say we get out of here?”

He huffs a laugh through his nose, and absently gestures to his cane as he takes another sip of his drink. “As delightful as this is—and trust me, this’ll make a great story tomorrow—we’re not exactly working with the same equipment.”

You spin on the barstool to face him fully, and bare in his face you say, “What does that matter when I’ve got you flat on your back?” You risk a quick glance at his groin—no shame, no fear—before locking eyes again. “Still works, doesn’t he?”

He scoffs. “You’re quite forward, you young thing,” he says, stalling to recover. “What happened to buying me dinner first? Oh no, don’t tell me—is romance really dead?” He exaggerates a frown in mock despair.

You hum a laugh, charmed but otherwise unphased. “It shouldn’t be this hard for you to know if you want to fuck me or not.”

He raises his brows, mouths the word ‘wow’, and says, “I’m just saying, some flowers and a little chocolate—”

“And if it is, you probably don’t.”

He stops, and you bring your glass to your lips. You take a sip, your eyes trained on his—and he doesn’t look away. He scrutinises you, assesses you, rakes over every detail he can get. It’s not that he doesn’t want to—is it? He definitely wants to, doesn’t he?

But, can he?

The man refuses any more introspection and reverts to something else.

He purses his lips as an unkind smile threatens to break over his face. “A big girl and a cripple walk into a bar,” he says, his voice caustic and aimed to disparage the pair of you. But, when you merely tilt your head and smile, he dispenses with the idea of a cruel joke. He changes tact.

“So,” he tries again, “it’s older men, huh? Really do it for you, do they? You like the grey, like an obvious age difference?” He flicks his wrist, gesturing to his face and hair.

“Would I be sitting here trying my damnedest to chat you up if I didn’t?”

He eyes you, unconvinced that this isn’t some devious ploy. He can’t assure himself of your sincerity… yet. “I’m not warm and fuzzy.”

“Shocker,” you say, letting your arm fall to the bartop. “I’m not asking you to be.” You lean a little bit closer to him. “I’m a big girl. If your first instinct isn’t to cuddle me after,” you drop your voice to a whisper, “somehow, I know I’ll find the strength to go on.”

“Ah,” he hums, momentarily pointing a finger in your face before retracting it. “She’s a masochist, then.” Sexually and emotionally. Here it is: he’s figured you out.

“Depends on the day,” you smile, flippant. “What are we, Thursday?”

“Like a little degradation from your old man, hm? Like him a little standoffish. Old enough to be your Daddy and twice as distant, that’s your thing?” he rattles on, starting to glare and glower at you. “You like someone who’s a little mean, huh? A little,” he sighs, getting more and more irritated the more he speaks, “’rough ‘round the edges’.” He downs the rest of his whiskey. “Someone who can’t make room for you—that it?”

You act on pure instinct. You shoot your arm out and grab his wrist, holding his hand firmly to the top of the bar—startling him and shutting him up.

He starts and flinches, brought back to the here and now. He’s said too much, and too little of it had anything to do you. “That’s battery, you know,” he says, looking pointedly at your hand.

But you don’t let up—and then, like a glacier, he slowly melts into your touch.

He lifts his gaze to yours. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world…” he murmurs quietly, letting himself trail off as he looks deeply into your eyes.

He doesn’t realise he’d said it out loud.

You release your hold on his wrist, slowly. “You a cop, then? Lawyer?”

He sniffs a mirthless laugh. “The sign on my door says I’m a doctor.”

You hum, and shuffle closer still. He doesn’t lean away, and his lids lower as he enjoys your plush body from a new angle.

You lean in close, and murmur into his ear, “Then, let’s run a test.” With a light, gentle touch you trail the tip of your nose down the shell of his ear, and let your breath fan over his neck as you find the sensitive spot just behind and below his earlobe. You press a soft, tender kiss to his skin, and linger there. He’s warm under your lips, and smells clinically clean, cut by old, faded cologne underneath.

Judging by that and the small sigh you hear him breathe—your guess is that he must’ve had a really long day.

After a moment, you pull back. Your voice is deeper, husky when you speak again. “What’s the diagnosis, doc?”

He clears his throat, and when he flicks his gaze back up to yours you don’t need a medical degree to see how his pupils have dilated—his eyes blowing black with desire.

“Anything?” you murmur, with a slight quirk to your brow.

A corner of his mouth tugs upwards. “Inconclusive.”

You let a small smile creep slowly across your face—and for half a moment, House could almost unleash one too.

You look to the bartender and catch their eye, holding up two fingers before pointing them down to the stained mahogany surface. “Two more, please.”

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Let me know if you're interested in more of this! I am tempted to write a second smutty part to this short little thing x

[howlingday]

jaune's from a family of raiders

well not quite he's from a culture that puts a lot of stock in capturing and ransoming off their friends and neighbors from other tribes. think of it like a combat sport only some times you're also stealing cattle and horses.

he's a prince of the high king

well again it's more complicated the kingdoms are like city states they don't exactly legislate or collect taxes all the way out into the wilds. but they do send huntsmen to protect the area and then tax the huntsmen.

jaune's dad just happened to be a huntsman who didn't pay taxes because the area his family had lived in for generations also happened to be outside the control of vale. and lots of people wanna live near the huntsmen who can keep them safe. so he has a position of respect among all the tribes. and jaune is his son

he's also required to have a harem

this one is interesting because it's one of those cultural things that seems weird from the outside but makes more sense when you look at it. men are hard to keep alive without a hospital. even with aura. women are part of a protected group like children and so take less risks in life. leading to there being a ton more women than men. and since technology isn't quite to the level of the kingdoms proper,

well more hands to help maintain a house isn't bad right?

but most of all jaune is a man who only wants to do right by his family, whether that be those from the past, or the woman, or women, that he loves.

and this part needs no further clarification

tldr: au where jaune's part of a tribal community and brings his lover or lovers home to meet the family. how does that go for everyone?

P.S: also sorry for the flowery ask, i felt inspired by something

Ooh, do tell the inspiration!

"Unhand me, you brute!" Jaune sighed as the girl in white screeched and squirmed behind him. "Do you know who I am?! When my family hears of this, they will hang you for this! Do you hear me?"

Jaune kept his focus on the road ahead as he gripped the reigns of Valorie, his mare, glancing left and right occasionally to avoid an ambush. His family might have a hold on the territory, but with his father growing in age, so, too, did that grip loosen. A rival tribe or rogue patrol from the kingdoms would easily snatch up an easy target like the lone swordsman and his latest bride.

"Could you at least tell me where we're going?"

"Home." Jaune answered, not looking back.

"Oh, yes, of course! How could I not know? And where exactly is your home?"

"Just up ahead."

"Uh huh, I see, and what are you going to do once you're home?"

Jaune let out a long sigh as he stretched his shoulders a bit. "Well, drop you off with the others, then have you judged, if there's enough time."

"Judged?" Weiss raised an eyebrow. "Judged for what?"

"Wife material." Weiss blushed and her jaw dropped. "Can you cook; can you clean; are you good with children; can you have children; do you have any family illnesses?" He shrugged. "Routine wedding discussions."

"W-Wedding?!" Ah, and just like that, the shrieking began anew. "You savage! You brute! I refuse to be treated like some stock taken to auction, about to be sold to some pervert noble!"

"You're not being sold to a noble." Jaune smiled and looked back. "Just me." Before she could begin again, Jaune let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, we're home."

It may have only been about a week since Jaune had left, but it felt like forever since his departure from the lands of Arcadia. The valleys and hills were as green and lush as ever, and the summer winds carried the calming scent of flowers across it all. He passed the growing crops, where he saw his sisters, their wives, and some of his own watering and tending to them. They waved to him, and he returned one to them.

"Welcome home, Miss Weiss." The girl marveled at the beauty. She had only heard of such places from her studies in the manor, but to see it in person was something else. Before she could admire it more, however, the mare stopped, jostling her from her focus.

Jaune slid down, then pulled Weiss down as well, carrying her bridal style. He then set her onto her own feet and untied the binds on her wrists and ankles. She lifted her leg, then kicked his shin. He yelped in pain.

"That was for the kidnapping!" She shouted.

"Yeesh! Just a kick?" Weiss turned to see a lilac-eyed blonde woman in fieldwork garments smiling at her. "When he dropped me off, they had to get his old man to get me off of him." She looked past Weiss to Jaune. "You going soft on me, or just your taste in women?"

"And who are you?" Weiss spat. "One of his whores?"

Yang laughed and placed a sweaty, mud-encrusted paw on her delicate shoulder. It felt warm at first, then hot as her grip became tight, and her eyes red. "I dare you to say that again."

"Yang, stop it!" Weiss and Yang looked to the younger girl running from inside the house. She was a brunette with red tips and silver eyes, and she wore a red apron that she had to roll up to her shins. She futilely tugged on the blonde woman's arm. "Jaune told you not to hurt anyone else!"

She let go, making the girl yelp as she was lifted with her arm. "Aw, c'mon, Rubes, we were just playing!" She then looked to Weiss, her eyes lilac once more. "Ain't that right, Ice Queen?"

"Ice Queen?!" Weiss balked.

"Yang, cut it out, please." Jaune sighed.

"Fine, fine!" Yang turned around, lowering her arm. The smaller girl let go as she walked away. "Besides, the crops won't grow themselves. I'll go be a good workhorse." She stopped to look back and winked. "I expect my carrot tonight, though, sweetheart~."

"Play nice and we'll see." Jaune responded with a smile. With that, Yang chuckled and resumed walking, swaying her hips for a few more yards before jogging back to the field. He looked to the younger girl and smiled. "And how have you been, Ruby?"

She sighed. "Do you mean after you left, or after you came back?"

"Both."

"After you left, I missed you. It was your mom's birthday, but I couldn't afford a present, so I took on her chores for the week, but I didn't expect her chores included chimney cleaning, so now I have soot so far up my nose, I'm still sneezing black. Then I had to tend to the chickens, but they're so vicious, and I swear they can smell weakness, because the rooster jumped me at least six times. Then Zwei needed a bath, but he somehow tricked me into the tub, so I smell like wet dog a little bit. And then I had to bake her cake all on my own, but there were eggshells in it and it came out both burnt and raw somehow, and I just- Argh!" Ruby collapsed into Jaune's torso. "I really missed you."

Jaune held her and kissed the crown of her head. "I missed you, too, Ruby." He stepped back and held a hand outward towards Weiss. "Ruby Rose-Arc, this is Weiss Schnee. She's going to be my newest bride." He looked to Weiss. "Weiss Schnee, this is Ruby Rose-Arc, my second wife. She and Yang will help prepare you for judging."

"It's so nice to meet you!" Ruby swooped in, snatching the other woman's hands in hers. Her smile was wide and bright. "It'll be nice to have another short girl in our home!"

"No!" Weiss yanked her hands away. "I refuse! When my father hears of this, he'll-"

"Oh, that reminds me!" Jaune walked to Valorie and reached into her saddlebag. Weiss grumbled as she watched him pull out a small, burlap sack. "Here, Ruby. This was part of the dowry, but I want you to have it."

Ruby opened the sack and squealed in delight. "Dust crystals!" She hugged the new woman tightly. "You are the bestest bestie a bestie could ever have!"

"What the-?! Where did you get those?!" Weiss shrieked.

"From your father." Ruby ran inside with her new sack. "In exchange for marrying you, we'll allow him to trade through our lands."

"My father would never-!" Jaune gave her a curious look. "I mean, not to one of his own-!" Her voice grew softer. "I thought..."

"Listen," Jaune placed a hand on her shoulder, "if you don't want to marry me, I understand. Most of the others didn't want to, either. But if you give it a few days, you might learn to love it here. You won't go hungry, you'll be well protected, and I promise you'll be loved every day."

"I just... I didn't think I would be treated like this. By my own family."

"I know." Jaune removed his hand. "Would it be okay if I hugged you?"

"I-"

"JAUNEY!" The two saw a young woman bull rush towards Jaune, carrying a dead boar high above her head. Jaune extended his arms out and caught her, spinning in place at least a dozen times. Blood sprayed around, including onto Weiss and the other two as they embraced. When they stopped, Jaune set her down, giving her a butterfly kiss with his nose to hers. "You're home!"

Jaune chuckled. "Yup!" He peered around her and looked to Weiss. "And I brought back someone new."

Nora turned around and gasped as she looked at Weiss. "Oh! My! Dust! You are so small!" She looked to Jaune and waggled her brow. "Be careful you don't break her!" She then laughed. "I'd shake your hand, but, uh, I'm a little busy. I'm Nora Valkyrie-Arc, Jaune's fourth wife."

"Weiss Schnee." Blood dripped from her hair. "And I was just about to leave."

"Aw! Already?! We were gonna make pancakes tomorrow!"

"I was going to make pancakes, Nora." Weiss turned to the male voice and saw a slim man in the doorway, wearing both an apron and a blank expression. "Just like I do every morning for you."

"Renny!" Nora cheered before tossing the trophy to him. "This is my first husband, Lie-Valkyrie Ren!"

Despite his slim figure, the man held the heavy beast with seemingly no trouble. "A pleasure to meet you." He nodded, before turning to head inside.

"Is he also your husband?" Weiss asked. Jaune chuckled nervously. This was going to be a long day, but they both already knew that.

[putseraphinaonthaphone]

That's on Me | Revised Fic Pt. I

based on the thirst about Izuku wanting to beat the pussy because it's too good up by @awilddreamerwrites

cw// everyone is aged up to third years, quirk use during sex, innocence kink, m/m, anal play, d/s dynamic, creampies, sloppy seconds, threeway, group sex, Bakugo x Reader in an established relationship, queer reader who uses feminine descriptors (Bakugou calls you his girl/woman in intimate scenes where there's already pre-established consent to do so, pussy, tits, etc) but he/him pronouns, BakuDeku Poly dynamic w/ reader endgame

There was always tension in the air when the three of you were in the same room, different than the preceding energy of one of your boyfriend's explosive outbursts. More like the smell of a storm in the air, like lightening followed by earthshaking thunder.

Deku would look at Kacchan, and Kat would look at Deku, and Deku would look at you and Kat didn't really mind and why didn't he mind?!

If anyone came in he would start barking at Deku to 'get his eyes off his boyfriend before he blows his face off,' but if you happened to time it perfectly and you three were the only ones in the common room..

Your boyfriend didn't growl at you to cover up if you were wearing his boxers that molded indecently to your ass beneath his shirt, in fact he groped at your curves possesively- delighting in the way Deku watched every movement of his hand on your ass while you cuddled into him.

So when Deku burst into Kat's dorm room while you were face down, ass up and getting absolutely railed-- it seemed like the final straw snapped in all three of you.

"Get in here and shut the fucking door nerd." Your boyfriend growled at Deku who was already doing so without having to be asked. He came closer to the bed, entranced by the filthy squelching of the blond's cock in your soaking wet pussy.

"You've always got an eye on my- ngh- fucking girl, Deku. Imagined him like this didn't you?" Even though his words should've been angry, it sounded more like the dirty words he growled at you that lit your pussy on fire. Your boyfriend was fucking you stupid but you tried your best to call out to the greenet, wanting him to know that you wanted him here (as much as Kat did if he let himself admit it.)

"'Zuku," you couldn't help the way your voice came out fucked and whimpering when Kat was rearranging your guts with a vengance.

"Fucking slut, why is your cunt getting tighter on my cock when you say his name?" His accusing tone was rendered meaningless because his cum started filling your cunt as he hammered into you, making you cum around him to milk every drop of seed from his balls as they smacked against your ass.

"Because he wants me to take a turn at his pussy." The utter confidence in Izuku's earnest voice made your pussy clench around Kat's slowly softening girth. He pulled out of your pussy and let you collapse tiredly on the bed, sprawled out like the perfect little whore you were tempting them both to ruin you. He kissed your temple and grumbled a 'traitor' under his breath before turning to face Deku.

The greenet had his dick out and a scarred hand wrapped around it, and it made Kat's cheeks dark to see that he didn't try to hide himself. He keep stroking a cock that made both of you revel in your inner size queens, and the little sound he made when he grabbed his own heavy balls made Kat sport a half chub quick enough to make him dizzy from the blood loss.

But he had to pull himself together, if he was going to make this work with his heart and dignity in tact.

"And why the fuck do you think I'd let you?" He challenged, green eyes clashing with red as the two stood too close for their posture to be aggressive.

It was intimate, like they shared a center of gravity and couldn't help but be drawn together.

"Please, Katsu, Zuku.." You whimpered, your eyes heavy lidded and pleading as you rolled onto your back- pulling one knee up so that they could both see Kat's cum leaking out of your hole. "Stop fighting. I want all of us to fuck in as many permutations as possible before I can't take anymore. Got it?" Your demand was spoken with only a few moans and whimpers as you fingered your stretched pussy, knowing one of them would break and you'd get what you needed.

"Do you have a condom or.. can you swear to me that you're clean?" Kat looked at Deku seriously, and Deku's breathed hitched by the intensity of those red eyes on him. His rhythm with his hand stuttered before he was able to nod with honesty ringing in his voice as he answered,

"I'm clean, Kacchan. I swear. I wouldn't put him.. or you at risk like that. And.. no one compared to you two. I haven't had sex in months." The admission made you whine- you were going to be at the mercy of hasn't-had-his-dick-wet-in-months Izuku? You prayed that you'd be able to walk tomorrow.

"Then go for it. But I'll be watching you. Do a good job and make him cum or you'll never get to fuck his pussy again." The threat made Deku's thick cock spurt more precum as he nodded and made his way to the center of the bed to push both your thighs to your chest. There was no way you'd be able to escape the mating press he put you in, so your pussy gushed realizing you wouldn't really have a choice about being impaled on his cock-which was well over your boyfriends already intimidating 8 inches.

"You think you can be a good girl for me and take it all?" The tip of his cock kiss your cum filled hole, and he looked at you so sweetly when you nodded you could almost forget he was about to split you in half.

You could hear Kat cursing under his breath to the side of you as he pulled up a chair to watch, but you could also hear the shameless sound of spit hitting his hand so he could jack off to the sight of Izuku's muscled form pinning you to the bed. The greenet had grown over his three years at UA, and he was a few inches taller than Kat now, and a lot broader.

His large scarred hands gripped your hips as he started pushing into you, inch by inch until he was buried as far inside you as he could reach- pressing snugly against your cervix and his heavy balls resting against the luscious fat of your ass.

And it was like he saw the face of god. Your dripping, clenching, fluttering heat was the best thing he had ever felt on his dick. Even if he got to put his dick in Kacchan's equally fuckable ass like he dearly wanted to, he didn't think even then it would beat this. This, the perfect and maddening pussy that belonged to Kacchan's beloved boyfriend. His girl.

The pleasure of it, hot as the sun and tinged with something dark and hungry and wild, grabbed him by the base of the spine and infected him with the almost painful craving to rut into you as hard and deep as possible.

"He's so fucking tight," Izuku's filthy moan wasn't even addressed to you, but it made your pussy clench further around his thick girth as he fucked you. There was green lightening crackling around him and his gaze on your was determined as he fucked into you harder- wanting to get as deep into your insatiable, hungry little pussy as he could. He could think of nothing else. Not even Kacchan watching him fuck you, not what this all meant.

Your moans had long since gone past embarrassing but your boyfriend only continued to watch as his childhood best friend fucked orgasm after orgasm out of you, not put off in the slightest by the growing mess off fluids between your lush thighs caused by his generous attention to your throbbing clit.

At some point there was a loud CRACK and the headboard fell to pieces where Izuku had been trying to hold himself up. He had let go of your hips at some point, but the sharp smack of his hips against your ass was a testament to how determined he was to imprint the shape of his dick into you.

"He has the best pussy I've ever fucked. Doesn't it feel like he's trying to milk your load right out of you?" Katsuki grinned ferally with pride at being blessed with such an irresistible partner.

"He's going to," Izuku's bright green eyes meet yours intensely, and you shivered under his gaze as he continued to fuck your overstimulated pussy. Your legs shook around his waist but all he did was fuck you deeper so you couldn't run from it.

"Ah ah ah, don't run, sweetness. Even if I have to break the bed too, I'm making sure all my cum ends up in your tummy.."

Your cervix was hammered so persistently you were sure Izuku's plan was to shoot his cum directly into your womb. By the time he let out the filthiest groan of "ngh- fucking, take it-" all you can get out is a garbled mess of

"yes!" and "'Zuku!" and "baby.."

Katsuki was laying beside you now, watching Deku fight to control his strength as your pussy threatened to undo himcompletely by fluttering and milking him until he was gritting his teeth from the overstimulation. Kat had cum twice all over his own fingers watching Deku being bested by you. He was so high on the thought that his girl could do this to Izuku. Make him look all fucked out, flushed tits heaving as he kneeled over your well fucked form, desperate..

Pretty.

"You look like a fucking slut, Deku." Why did that come out sounding like he was flirting? "You owe me a fucking headboard too dumbass." You watched your boyfriend growl the threat as an after thought, smirking at the blush on his cheeks. When Izuku came back to bed after putting the washcloths he used to clean you both in the bathroom, his eyes trailed over Katsuki's bare chest and low slung basketball shorts with a slight wet spot- his fourth erection of the night making the greenet's mouth water.

"I think I can find a way to make it up to you."

[pearl-blue-musings]

Could I have a steak, medium, with mashed potatoes?

First diner request!! (This is for bakugo and I’ll be using his given hero name in this)

Pairing: proHero!Bakugo Katsuki x proHerofem!reader and they were roommates

Characters are over the age of 21

Warnings:  i’m still bad at writing smut i’m sorry language, some angst, oral(male and female receiving), spanking, penetration, degradation

NSFW so please if you’re not 18+ DO NOT INTERACT

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The air around them was thick as they finished the paperwork for their latest mission. You had been working with Dynamight for a couple of years now and had grown close to the explosive hero. So close that the two of you now live together, Bakugo grumbling about it being cheaper than the both of you living alone. So this evening routine was normal whenever the two of you were involved in an intense mission such as this.

However, things were slightly amiss.

He didn’t offhandedly congratulate you on not dying “you damn extra”.

Hell, he didn’t even yell at you for almost hitting him with your quirk, which has happened no one’s perfect. 

But this time? Silence, pure and uncomfortable silence. So needless to say the ride back to your shared apartment was too quiet.

You didn’t say anything when you let yourselves into the building. He didn’t say anything when he unlocked the door and let the two of you in. It wasn’t until the door slammed shut behind him that he finally raised his voice.

“What the fuck was that?”

You had already walked into your room and began shedding your hero uniform. “I’m sorry?” You yell out from your room, halfway into your chill sweatpants and struggling to put on a comfy t-shirt. “What are you talking about Katsu?”

“Don’t play stupid with me dumbass, what the fuck was that?” He does his best to ignore the fact that you’re wearing one of his old t-shirts but he cant help the heat he feels seeing you like that. As if you didn’t do something utterly stupid an hour ago.

Your eyebrows furrow at his question, barely understanding what the blond is implying. “I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about! Please enlighten me, Bakugo.”

“Tch, don’t call me that.”

“I’ll call you whatever the hell I want if you’re gonna keep yelling at me for no damn reason!”

He pushes past you and enters your shared kitchen, already changed from being at the agency earlier and begins to prepare a meal. The anger hasn’t dissipated but he’s hoping to keep the conversation going by making one of your favorites. Bakugo is angry, yeah, but also incredibly attracted to his own roommate which makes him even angrier. He knows your eyes are on him, but he’s staying firm so then you can see how stupidly you were acting. 

“Bakugo!”

“You could have died out there dumbass!” He roughly turns off the stove, his want to make you food ruined. Your jaw drops slightly as you think back to what happened. Your thoughts run wild in your brain as you’re trying to figure out what he’s talking about. You almost die every day and this is the one time he’s concerned about it. Suddenly a light bulb goes off in your head and everything clicks.

You softly murmur, “you mean when I saved you?”

“Yes, (Y/n)! That.”

You hadn’t heard him that angry, especially at you. You remember Mina telling you that you’re the only woman he lets close so he’s never really mad at you. Maybe all of that has changed. Did Bakugo catch on to your harbored feelings or...?

“You mean me saving you from the villain severely injuring you? God, Bakugo, we put our lives on the line everyday and this is what has you riled up? Me, saving and protecting the number 3 hero from imminent death at the hands of some low level villain? Who am I, some low ranked hero to the world as opposed to you? I weighed my options!” Your voice raised after each sentence and your breathing became shallower, causing your chest to rise and lower very pointedly.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugo, but he’s currently too upset to act on it.

But he does match your energy. “I was perfectly fine handling that hit on my own and you know that.”

“Without my quirk you would’ve been in the hospital.”

“And you’d be dead! Did you ever think that there are others that need you alive? Fuck!”

Finally his thoughts and feelings had come to light. You were taken aback at his questions, still trying to figure out what this really means for you. You try to speak up, “the world needs Dynamight. Not me.”

“I need you.”

Your eyes widen at the words you’re not sure he said. But he did say what he said right?

You stutter over your words, “I, uh, what?”

Bakugo rakes a hand through his hair and huffs out, “Fuck it, c’mere.”

He pulls you in by the waist, his hands fitting there perfectly and softly kisses your lips. At first you’re shocked but give into your own feelings, kissing him back as your hands wrap around his neck. Bakugo takes that to kiss you deeper, his tongue licking at your bottom lip making you moan.

You two pull apart, a trail of saliva connecting your lips as your breathing is labored. Your lust filled eyes meet his which are also filled with lust and one other emotion you don’t want to believe is there, but secretly hope it is.

“This isn’t how I wanted to tell you.”

“That you love me, right Katsu?”

“Shut up, dumbass.”

He silences your giggles by kissing you again, this time more intense and lifts you onto the counter. His hands move from your waist to under your shirt. When his hands reach the soft skin of your breasts you let out a moan that went straight his nether regions. Fuck, he wants to hear those sounds from you all the time. He tests the waters further by pinching and playing with your pert right nipple and kneading your other mound. 

Breathy moans escape as you break the kiss to hide your own sounds. Bakugo meets your lidded eyes,”sweetheart don’t hold back on me. I wanna hear it all,” he emphasizes the last word by pinching your nipples harder making you scrunch your eyes closed. A curse leaves your lips as his ministrations on your breasts don’t let up.

“Fuck baby, when was the last time your body was properly taken care of? You’re so sensitive,” he growls into your ear, nipping and sucking at it in a teasing way. He pulls away to face you as your eyes flutter open at the lack of touch. You give him a questioning look to which he responds. “Stop me now if you don’t want this.”

Your breathing is ragged as Bakugo patiently and impatiently waits for your answer. You push him lightly away from your body in order to give you space to take off your shirt and toss it to the ground, your chest on full display to the blond. 

“I want this more than you know,” your words low and dripping, motioning him to come closer.

Without hesitation Bakugo sweeps in and wraps his arms around your body. Naturally your legs find purchase around his waist and he lifts you off of the counter. You feel his hard on right up against your stomach, riling you up further. Was this all it took to make this man want you?

His lips find haven on your neck, biting and sucking like he’s tasting you for the first time. “As much as I want to take you right here, let’s move it to my room, yeah?”

That knowing smirk he gives you goes straight to your core, making your panties wetter. That didn’t go unnoticed as he whispers out a fuck and rushes to his room. 

The feel of a lush duvet on your back alerts you that you’re now in his room and on his bed. His warm hands continue to trail and rake up your torso and over your breasts as you two make out. Bakugo backs up and off you only to trail kisses down the center of your body. He kisses in the valley of your breasts, leaving the area cool as his lips leave it for your belly. You try to cover up, a sense of insecurity overcoming you. The blond swiftly moves your arms away and kisses every dip and roll your tummy has to offer, sinking lower to where skin meets the fabric of your sweatpants. You feel his fingers on the hem as he eyes you for approval. You nod and in seconds your sweatpants are thrown across the room.

A clear wet stain at your core can be seen on your underwear, which isn’t cute but can’t change that now. Bakugo can already smell the arousal on you, “you this wet for me already? I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.” You moan at his words and try to rub your thighs together for friction. He smirks at what you’re trying to do and firmly places his hands on your thighs, almost threatening to leave imprints. 

“Tell me what you want princess.” You can feel his breath against the growing wetness of your cunt.

“Katsu, fuck. It’s embarrassing.”

He inches his hands closer to your clenching hole but never gets close enough. “It wasn’t embarrassing when you stripped for me in the kitchen yeah? You being a brat, slut.” He slaps your inner thigh making you gasp out. A sinister smile comes to his face at your reaction. “You’re such a slut, making such lewd noises so easily for me and I haven’t even done anything.” His fingers then glaze over your clothed pussy making you whimper. “Tell me.” he slaps your thigh again, “what you want.”

Your breathing is shallow with want as a wanton moan escapes your lips. “Fuck Katsu, I want- hah- I want your mouth.”

“Where?”

“Don’t make me say it - ah shit!”

The blond playfully bit right outside the lining of your underwear, knowing damn well where you actually want it. “Tell me.”

“Fuck! I want your mouth on my pussy, please!” You all but scream out the sexual statement.

You hear him chuckle and feel him shrug your underwear off, your hips rising to make the action go by faster. “That’s all I wanted, brat.”

You had always dreamt and played with yourself to the thought of Bakugo eating you out but it never amounted to the real thing. His lips wrapped around yours as he sucked and pushed his tongue inside your walls. For sure, the two of you are going to get a noise complaint but you’re too in the throws of ecstasy to care. His lips and tongue work in tandem to bring about the utmost pleasure to you. When his tongue and lips find your clit, he has to put pressure on your hips to keep them steady.

Your out of control breathing and whining turn him on more than would be possible. He growls and grunts into your heat, enjoying your taste and smell too much. He can feel his dick getting hard and leaking onto the mattress beneath him. He starts grinding into it to alleviate some of the building pressure. But it’s not as much pressure that’s building in your core; he can feel it. 

“Oh fuck, Katsu I’m gonna cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Katsuki continues to thrust his tongue in and out of you and suck on your clitoris as your ride out your first orgasm. Once your heartbeat slows to a normal pace, hair sticking out in all directions and sweaty you look down at him. He’s wiping away at his chin and sucking whatever was left off his fingers.

Did you...?

“Damn, sweetcheeks. You must’ve been holding back. That was fucking hot.”

“Shut up, it’s, hah, it’s not my fault my other partners couldn’t satisfy me.”

He crawls up to you and kisses you, making you taste your saltiness on his lips. “Well then we gotta make up for lost time, yeah?”

You scoff at him and notice his walls are low. Taking the initiative, you overpower him and place him on his back, straddling him.

“Heh, just what the hell do you think you’re doing, brat?”

You peck his lips and remove his shirt, “Returning the favor, what’s it look like?” Your hands deftly move down his toned torso, leaving fleeting kisses until you meet the line of his boxers, seeing his dick straining against the material. You do your best to keep in the drool leaking out of your mouth when you remove his boxers.

Bakugo gets a, rightfully earned, ego boost seeing your reaction to his penis. “Heh, take a picture it’ll last longer.”

You honestly debate it but just bite your lip at his sarcasm. His tip is already leaking pre-cum and you lick your lips at the sight. You bend down on your knees to get comfortable and then surprise him with a long slow lick from the base to tip. His hand immediately takes purchase in your hair, admiring the texture as he hisses out curses. You swirl your tongue all around the tip, making sure to dip into the little slit at the top.

That got a growl out of him.

“You fucking brat, you think you’re in control huh?”

You nod by sinking your mouth lower on his dick and quickly coming up with a pop, an evil grin on your face. Taking the challenge, Bakugo places not supporting hand on the back of your head, forcing you closer to his aching member. 

“Suck.”

You comply, with a little help, and begin to suck him hard and deep. Your cheeks hollow out the more ragged his breathing gets and add in more tongue. Curses fly free from his mouth as his eyes roll back in pleasure. He tries his best to keep his hips on the bed but the way you’re blowing him, he may just have to face fuck you. What turns him on more is the obvious bulge of his dick in your throat that almost makes him cum on the spot. 

You’re more than willing to drink up his cum but he stops you before he gets too lost in the feeling. “Baby, I wanna cum in you so bad but not like this.” He lets you remove yourself from his throbbing dick as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. For some reason, tasting himself on your lips is something he can get used to. He flips you over to your back, eyes meeting in a mixture of love and lust. You truly see what he’s been feeling all this time and vice versa. His words from earlier ring in your ears and you calmly place a hand on his cheek.

“Katsu, I’m sorry for scaring you.”

Ruby eyes roll as he leans down to kiss you. “Dumbass, I know you’ll be sorry by letting me fill you up with my seed. You’re on the pill right?”

“Strange how you remember that and my favorite food.”

“Don’t ruin the moment.” He pauses as he sees the lazy grin on your face. He could get used to this. He’s still hovering over you, dick ready and throbbing as he teases your entrance. “Fuck, I love how wet you are for me. You get this wet for every other guy?” He continues to toy with your opening, making you whimper and squirm underneath him. “Answer me, slut.”

“N-no. Only you, Katsu- Ah!”

Happy with your answer, he thrusts into your awaiting pussy, breathing shallow at how warm and soft you feel around his penis. “Fuck, so wet and so tight. This pussy is for me right? Yeah it is, brat. Tell me.”

With each word he pumps in and out of you at a speed you never thought would be possible. Your senses are overwhelmed by him. The sight of him fucking you and losing control over you, the sound of skin meeting skin and the squelches from your cunt. The smell of sex in the air, the feel of his dick hitting you in all the right places, and the taste of each of your essences on your lips and tongue. This was paradise. “Yes, hah, it’s all for you!”

Bakugo slows his pace to pull you up for a messy kiss. He then flips you over onto your knees. A wanton moan leaves your throat as his member reaches deeper into you. Seeing you from this angle, he wants to engrave this view in his memory. The way your ass looks up against his skin, he can’t help but harshly smack a cheek. You yell out in pleasure, clamping down more onto him.

“Fuck baby girl, you like when I spank you huh?” He spanks your other cheek and got the same result of pussy clenching on him.

“Yes,” you pant out, “fuck daddy I love it! Spank me more!”

You’re not even sure what you’re saying anymore, pleasure and ecstasy flowing through you. He spanks you more, making the both of you closer to release. His hands leave your ass, one onto your waist and the other reaching for your clit rubbing it vigorously. 

“You gonna cum you slutty brat, huh? Gonna cum all over daddy’s cock yeah?”

He pumps into you harder, rubs you harder. “Yes, fuck Katsu I’m gonna cum.”

Bakugo abruptly stops, pulling out slightly to change positions. He sees the confusion on your face as you see you’re about to ride him. But there’s something else in his gaze. 

“That’s not,” he humps into suddenly and you cry out, “my fucking name is it?”

His movements almost feel faster this time that you’re on top. Your breasts bounce and jiggle in his face and he wants to fondle them earnestly. His hips gyrate faster and faster, chasing the sweet sense of relief he knows he’ll find. Bakugo wanted to keep fucking you from behind, but he wanted to see your fucked out face as you came again. His hand again begins to rub at your clit, bringing you closer and also clenching on his dick harder.

“Fuck baby girl. Are you ready to cum with me, huh? Tell me you’re ready.”

You keep bouncing up and down, feeling the largest orgasm of your life coming to fall over you. Your tongue lolls out and tears edge at your eyes. “Yes! Daddy fuck I wanna cum.”

“Then cum baby. Cum for me.”

“Ah, hah, Katsu, Katsuki! Hah, fuck fuck fuck, oh my god.”

Underneath you, Bakugo continues to fuck you through his own orgasm, muttering and growling under his breath; volume increasing the more of his seed that spurts out into you. You fall on top of him, sweat and other bodily fluids mix together as he limply holds you in his arms. Once your breath has calmed down, you slowly remove yourself from on top of him and fall again into the mattress.

“Fuck, princess. How was that?”

You turn to meet him and want to hide yourself, but what’s the point? He saw a side of you and brought out something in you you thought he would never see. “That was, goddamn, worth waiting for?”

He chuckles and kisses your forehead. “Stay here.” He commands you as he heads to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm towel and two glasses of water. He kindly helps you clean up and gives you a glass to drink. You didn’t realize how dehydrated you were until you had downed the whole glass. Bakugo laughs at you as he drinks his water and wipes himself as well.

“You know I love you, right?”

All you could do was nod as sleep was the only thing on your mind currently. However your stomach had other ideas.

“We never ate dinner did we,” you ask and chuckle at the realization.

Bakugo, still as naked as you are, brings you into his body and cuddles you close. “I was gonna make you your favorite dish but we can order takeout if you like.

“And besides, I already got a full meal.”

“Katsu!”

The diner is open

[wolf-and-bard]

The Geraskier dark academia AU of my dreams (because writing these up keeps me sane; TLDR at the bottom because this escalated):

-Jaskier is so ready for college. Like, the readiest he's ever been for anything in his life. He couldn't wait to get out of his stuffy family home, away from his narrow-minded hometown, he is ready. He signs up for a Liberal Arts major, moves into a dorm, drinks his brains away during the first week. He makes an archnemesis, he makes friends, he live-documents the whole affair on Snapchat for his friend Triss who lives across the country, but is always with him in spirit. Life is good.

-Jaskier doesn't think twice when his roommate Zoltan invites him to come along to a party at the Kaer Morhen fraternity house because hello? Orientation week was last month, high time he goes to an actual frat party full of guys like wardrobes that eminate sexual self-assuredness and hopefully some sexual flexibility as well. He puts on his most revealing shirt and too tight jeans and joins Zoltan. The fraternity house is old, red-brick with sandstone pillars and iron-wrought gates which would seem rusty if not for the ivy that curls around them. It's chock-full with people of every kind of major and age, most of them drunk beyond reason by the time Jaskier and Zoltan arrive. Zoltan disappears in a tangle of rugby-players and leaves Jaskier to his own devices. He befriends a group of Archeology majors, their leader being a cute blond called Filavandrel, and they share a bottle of red wine, round and round. He meets his archnemesis, the one he spent all orientation week bickering about music with, Valdo or some nonsense, and they do tequila shots. It’s a nice party and Jaskier has the time of his life until he returns from the bathroom to find a god of a guy standing in the hallway.

-"Oh hello," Jaskier mutters under his breath. Before, his evening was aimless, he let the wave of the vibe take him wherever, let the alcohol blur the world around him. But now, he has an objective. And that objective stands all by his lonesome, scowling down the hallway. Man, does he brood well. Jaskier usually goes for people that are easy to read if some casual fun is what he has in mind -and it's not out of his mind just yet - but this guy intrigues him; there is more to him than simple dudebro-ness. He has shock-grey hair and startling amber eyes and seems to cast the longest shadow. Jaskier wants to ride him. Jaskier also wants to serenade him on a starlit wooden bridge and collect all the guy's deepest secrets and desires to keep under his pillow and draw divine inspiration from. Okay, that may be the Tequila shots talking. He scurries over to the bar, downs another two, then approaches the guy.

-"Hi," Jaskier says as he sidles up to him. The guy half-heartedly raises his beer in greeting.  Taciturn, dark, dramatic. Jaskier decides to go for it. "I absolutely adore the way you just stand here and brood." (Jaskier will only learn much much later that he accidentally used some weird Kaer Morhen frat code and set off a chain of events that changed his life forever). "Lamb," the guy calls out instead of answering, something that makes Jaskier think he's so far gone that he's actively hallucinating. But no, seconds later a guy with equally lush red hair and equally thick arms appears from the crowd. He wears a scowl which has Jaskier's throat tighten. "What is it, Wolf?" Wolf, huh? "Go collect Goat and Kitty-Cat. I found him." And Wolf-Guy grabs Jaskier by the back of the neck and hauls him through a door, down some stairs - is that marble? are those torches? GARGOYLES? - and into pitch blackness. Jaskier squeals. This is what he imagined when he dreamt of college. Well not exactly this, but close enough.

-They bind him with silk scarfs and put a blindfold over his eyes which, okay. Jaskier knows he shouldn't find this as sexy as he does, but he can't help it. He has no sense of self-preservation and this will just be the best of fuel for the first assignment in his screenwriting class. "Oh, this is fun," he murmurs when someone tugs off his boots and someone else smears a fatty paste onto his lips. It smells like... okay it smells lot like his uncle Matthew's pigsty. Weirdly disgusting. "Who are you guys anyway?"

-They don't speak at all that night, don't take off the blind-fold until way later. All night, Jaskier can hear them rustling around him, chanting in some language he doesn't understand. They give him several drinks, most of which honestly taste like asphalt, but make his insides go fuzzy. When the blindfold comes off eventually, Jaskier finds himself on the front-seat of a pick up truck, Wolf guy behind the wheel. They are parked behind the frat house. "Look, I don't think you're a suitable candidate. The guys all said they want to keep you, but my friend recognized you from the freshman introduction party and we usually only inaugurate sophomores." Jaskier blinks. He has absolutely no idea what's going in anymore. His friend Triss is probably worried sick because he hasn't checked in all evening. The faint taste of burned rubber clings to his lips and all Jaskier can think is: Fuck, is this man hot. "Go out with me," he blurts. "Go out with me, I'll show you how suitable I am."

-Over the course of a month's worth of introductions, preparation and inauguration traditions (which, among other things, have him dropped butt-naked in the middle of the forest, requiring him to find his way back to campus; have him spend more time learning long-dead languages than he is comfortbale with; have him getting thoroughly intimate with Eskel's (Goat) helper syndrome, Lambert (Lamb) and Aiden's (Kitty-Cat) ostentatiously loud fucking, Coen's (Hawk) frequent absences and Geralt's (Wolf) quiet, but passionate idealism) Jaskier learns the truth at the core of Kaer Morhen. It is more than a fraternity, it is a brotherhood of students that spend their free time in rituals to protect the college, its city, likely even the whole state from supernatural creatures that threaten to cross over into the world. The existence of these is no surprise to Jaskier who's come out of an adolescence of escapism and coping through fiction and song, but the fact that there are handsome tough guys who work to banish him is too much of a dream to be true. It is true. Unofficially, the call themselves Witchers. They catch wraiths in cricles of runes, they re-direct necrophages into Kaer Morhen's basement and slay them with blades of silver. They brew potions and cast minor spells to get rid of mutated insectoids. And Jaskier is to be one of them. They call him Lark.

-His first ritual goes bat-shit wrong. Jaskier is reasonably sure he did everything right, but the wraith doesn't stay contained after they bound it . "Fuck," Geralt growns after, pressing a cloth to the gaping wound in Jaskier's shoulder while they wait for Eskel to whip out the first aid kit. Jaskier shudders, can taste blood. "There shouldn't be fireflies here, right?" - "Ah, nope," Lambert says. He keeps snapping his fingers before Jaskier's eyes. "Hey, Lark, stay with us, okay?" - "He's fine," Aiden says, inspecting his nails. "If anything, it's Geralt we should be worried about. He's about to have a full blown panic attack." Geralt grunts and holds Jaskier closer.

-"Does this mean I can ask Priscilla to let me copy her homework," Jaskier asks later. He's in bed, bundled up in one of Kaer Morhen's bedrooms. Portraits of alumni line the wall and a hearth crackles away. Geralt sits next to the bed, a pretense-book on his lap. His eyes bore into Jaskier, wide, haunted. "Jask," he breathes out shakily. - "Hello, big guy. How are we doing?" - "Better now that you're awake. We... we had to call in Vesemir. He will want to talk to you." - "Alright, okay," Jaskier says. He knows who Vesemir is of course, but he has no idea what exactly his job entails or what having to talk to him means. "Geralt?" - "Hmm?" - "What did I do wrong?" - "Nothing. You were uncharacteristically precise... but it turns out I was right all along. You're not suited for this kind of work." - "Because I'm not big and buff like all of you?" Jaskier asks, pouting. Geralt has the audacity to laugh. But he also takes Jaskier's hands and kisses his knuckles and huh? What? Jaskier's brain short-circuits. Fuck when did he fall so hard for Geralt? "No, Jask, you're perfect. I mean, uh, ah, perfectly annoying." That bastard. "The wraith went crazy because it turns out you're an amplifier. That means supernatural creatures are pulled to you and can draw from you to manifest easier in our world. You wouldn't have noticed this unless you ever passed by a spot where the spheres overlap significantly. As it is, your participation in the ritual poses a danger." - "TLDR: I'm fired?" - "That's for Vesemir to decide... truth be told, I don't want you to go. But I can't stand the thought of you being in danger. Because of me, this." - "Go out with me, Geralt. Please. One coffee," Jaskier practically begs. Yes, his shoulder is minced meat and he feels exhausted from the blood loss but Geralt has never been this open and honest with him. "...fine."

-Jaskier heals up under the diligent care of his friends. Priscilla is allowed over too, practically drags him though his classes with tutoring and copies of her homework and sugar-coated emails to his various professors. Triss video-calls him three times a day. Eskel's med school expertise leaves Jaskier with the most neat scar he is ever going to get out of this, Lambert and Aiden hang out to play Gwent with him, a strange card game they invented and custom-painted, Coën even pops in to bring Jaskier his guitar and a venti Matcha Tea Latte even though the nearest Starbucks is miles away. Geralt... Geralt is there almost all the way. He sleeps in the chair at first, then - on Jaskier's stern insistence - in the bed with him, though careful to keep his distance. He helps Jaskier into the shower, something so strangely intimate without feeling innately sexual, he takes him out on slow walks. Geralt doesn't talk much, but Jaskier knows he feels responsible. It's fine. Sure. Absolutely fine. Jaskier is so far gone for this man by the time he moves back into his own dorm that he considers getting injured again just to have Geralt by his side. They never do go out for coffee.

-Vesemir doesn't so much invite Jaskier as have him called out of his choir session by a girl about Jaskier's age. She has the same hair color as Geralt and Jaskier thinks he's seen her around Kaer Morhen's bigger parties. "Hello, Jaskier," she says sweetly, but one look at her tells Jaskier she's deadlier than any of the frat boys. If his drunk memory serves correctly she also does a phenomenal keg stand. "Ves sends me to collect you." Which has Jaskier even more impressed with her. None of the boys dare to call him anything but Vesemir or Sir, even when he's not around. - "I've been expecting this," Jaskier says, shouldering his bag. The girl laughs and grabs his arm to guide him out of the building and across campus. - "You are cute," she says. "Geralt said so, but I thought that was just because he's so infatuated with you. I'm Ciri, by the way, his younger sister." Infatuated, huh? Jaskier has just enough brainspace left to save her name. Ciri. They will have to become very good friends. Infatuated.

-It turns out, Vesemir isn't half as scary as the boys made him out to be. He's closer to sixty than fifty, has a stern face, but a kindly voice and the first thing he does after dismissing Ciri with a meaningful glance is offer Jaskier a glass of whiskey. Jaskier sneaks a photograph of the bottle's label when Vesemir stands at the window and glances down at the campus, hands clasped behind his back. Triss will never believe this. It's the sort of alcohol that exists only in myth, at least to college students. "So, Mr. Pankratz. I'm afraid apologies are in order." - "Please, I prefer Jaskier." - "I know," Vesemir says and turns. "I would kindly ask you to delete that picture, my office and its contents fall under the terms of the non-disclosure agreement you signed when entering our brotherhood." Jaskier gulps heavily, the whiskey suddenly sour on his tongue. But he's quick to paste over a smile. He's gotten this far with the mysterious Kaer Morhen fraternity, he can pull all the way through. He deletes the picture. "Good," Vesemir says. "Now down to business." Vesemir gives him two options. Jaskier can consult a local magical artisan and have his memories of Kaer Morhen's true purpose removed. It is an easy procedure, won't cost him anything. Except for his new-found friends and the love he feels for Geralt. Except for the only place he's ever truly felt at home. Jaskier chooses the latter option which is to become the fraternity's chronicler.

-After that, things are supposed to calm down and they do, for a bit. Geralt still dodges any and all attempts Jaskier makes at flirting even though it's evident his resolve is thinning out. Jaskier observes and documents the rituals, begins to collect old notebooks. He's planning to go above and beyond his job and compile a comprehensive history of Kaer Morhen and its members before he's graduated. He may not be able to partake in the rituals or help the guys protect this city from monsters, but he can play his part. Leave behind a legacy.

-Between that and his normal studies, hanging out with his theater group, meeting Triss on alternate weekends and throwing epic frat parties, all of Jaskier's time is consumed. There are several instances in which Geralt and him almost manage to have their coffee, but then they have Eskel on the phone because Lambert and Aiden managed to give themselves poisoning over a simple Endrega job, or Priscilla needs an emergency stand-in for her weekly performances at a local bar, or Jaskier is simply too tired and falls into bed, sleeping over Zoltan's aggressive snoring. Jaskier doesn't mind so much. They catch glimpses of intimacy, Geralt's hand on the small of his back as he guides him downstairs for another ritual, a good night kiss on the cheeks once it's done, a spot of quiet homework-doing in Kaer Morhen's common room together, their legs pressed close under the table. One of these days, Jaskier will find the courage to close the last bridge between them. He just wants to wait until Geralt seems absolutely comfortable with it.

-All is as well as can be until Vesemir comes up with an idea. Because more and more creatures have been getting through and they are unable to hold off all, he wants to capture one of them, an Archgriffin, to bind in their world and act as guardian against lesser creatures. "You're mad," Aiden says. "That's fucking brilliant." - "It's a good idea," Eskel and Coën agree. Lambert keeps exchanging grim glances with Geralt because they both know what this means. They will have to use Jaskier to lure the beast. Which is why they both protest the idea heavily and Geralt gets into a fight with Vesemir. Jaskier is not there for it, but Aiden and Lambert tell him later, once he's back from theatre rehearsal. He watches them fight over it too and then it's only him and Lambert. Jaskier steals one of Zoltan's bottles of spirits and they get stupidly drunk, wandering around campus all night until Eskel collects them and tucks them into bed at Kaer Morhen. "I will not stand to lose you," Lambert slurs, arm dragged over Jaskier's chest. "You're like, almost my best friend. Plus, Wolf would be devastated." - "Aiden seems to think it'll be fine," Jaskier says, snuggling up to Lambert. - "Yeah, fuck him." They fall asleep like that and the first thing Geralt does when he finds them is kick Lambert all the way down the stairs.

-In the end, Geralt and Lambert are outvoted, not that they can stop Vesemir. Geralt is more silent than usual throughout prep and Jaskier can't seem to cheer him up. He knows his life is likely on the line, but he wants to help so badly. These guys are his family after all. If he can make their lives a little easier by doing this... well, he wants to. He needs to. Being in Kaer Morhen is the first time he seems to have a purpose other than writing angsty teenage songs. Eskel keeps checking up on him. Vesemir writes preliminary excuses for all Jaskier's exams which leave him with only A's, something Priscilla does not appreciate in the slightest. Lambert and Aiden fight and fight and won't stop fighting over this whole affair until Jaskier sits them down and makes them talk. Geralt... remains quiet. Jaskier can tell he doesn't sleep. Can tell he rarely eats. He decides now is as good a time as ever.

-It's the night before and the others have all returned to their dorms, but Jaskier stayed in Kaer Morhen under the pretext of Zoltan having his girlfriend over, and Geralt rarely ever goes home. He has a flat off campus, but Jaskier suspects it's drab and lonely. He gets it. Kaer Morhen has soft fluffly beds and fire places and wards and books. Currently, it has the two of them, bundled up in one of the upstairs rooms. They share an armchair before a low fire, not an unusual sight for them, not anymore. And still, Geralt pretends they're just friends. It's ridiculous. "You know I'll be fine, right?" Jaskier says. He has his head tucked under Geralt's chin and has been humming show tunes under his breath for the last half hour, something that usually puts Geralt right to sleep. Not so now. "I can't know that," Geralt replies. He lifts Jaskier's hand which he's been holding and traces the veins on the back of it with his thumb. "You've no idea how dangerous the ritual is. Even more so with you being an amplifier." - "So protect me." - "I will. I promise, I will." - "Geralt, when are you going to finally give in?" Jaskier sighs and pulls back a little. Geralt stares at him, a little cross-eyed and Jaskier gives a shaky laugh. "I'm going to kiss you now. Pull back if you don't want to, but allow it and I'll never let you go." Geralt allows it, kisses back. It's the first night they indulge in a love that has been growing for almost a year and it's gloriously sweet, blazing, beautiful. It leaves Jaskier with faith that, even if things go sideways, Geralt will get them both out of it alive.

-The ritual goes well thanks to the Witchers' meticulous preparations, the dozen or so warding spells they put on Jaskier and Geralt's reflexes that save him from a swipe of the Griffin's claw. They bind the creature to one of the basement holding cells and celebrate with excessive amoutns of vodka and cake. "All is well that ends well, huh?" Jaskier asks from where he sits on Geralt's lap. Strong arms hold him and his chest is full of nightingales that flutter and sing. He watches Eskel drunkenly dance-offing with Coen in a corner, watches Lambert and Aiden make out in another. Vesemir took off, but Ciri is there, lounging next to them on the couch, nose buried in her phone. "I will never put you through such danger again," Geralt grunts, his nose buried in Jaskier's hair. "Of course, love." Jaskier relaxes into the embrace. All is well, though it is not nearly the end of this story.

-TLDR: Kaer Morhen is an occultist fraternity that keeps supernatural beings away from campus. Jaskier, unable to participate in the actual rituals due to a genetic predisposition, becomes their chronicler. Geralt worries a lot. Jaskier tries for the longest time to get him to go on a coffee date or something. Lambert and Aiden are a disaster couple. Eskel keeps them all together, literally and figuratively. Ciri is the one who got all the brain cells.

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Private Video (1/2)

A.C.E Donghun x Reader

Cw: smut, asmr

Rating: R

Word count: 3.2k

Not betaed. thanks to @silent5tar for reading it ahead of release <3

“I heard your channel is doing well.”

Sujin smiled over the edge of her mug. She had never really understood the appeal of ASMR, but she still supported your endeavors.

“Yes, it is. Next month I will invite you to dinner.”

“Oh, so you really make some money?”

Sujin raised one eyebrow. A look that fit her face well. Even in situations like this her words never came out accusatory.

“Not really, but I can take my best friend out for dinner anyways.”

She smiled as the waitress came with your cakes. No, the youtube channel did not really make money, if you consider the cost of the microphone and filming equipment but it was a good pass time. The feedback from people in the comments felt good too.

“Ah! I remembered something.”

Sujin leaned forward as if people in the cafe would pay attention to your conversation. Of course no one was looking at you.

“Do you remember Donghun?”

Yes, you did remember him. Donghun was Sujin’s ex-boyfriend’s friend. Well, friend is maybe said too much. They had attended some of the same classes and Donghun had hung out with him, and by extension you, sometimes.

“I do. What’s with him?”

“He asked for your number.”

That was surprising. You had talked a few times but mostly you had been there for Sujin, to spend time with her. Why did he want your number now?

“Okay. Why tho?”

She shrugged. At least she had not just given out your number to anyone who asked. A bit more information would have been though.

“No idea.”

You thought about it. Technically you knew him so it was not like you would give your number to a stranger and if you did not like where the conversation was going you could still block him.

“Okay, give him my number then.”

A few days later Donghun asked you to meet him for coffee. The place was in a particularly hip part of town. Every coffee shop here was the picturesque backdrop for some influencer’s instagram post.

You entered the shop and looked around. Donghun was nowhere to be seen. You got yourself a coffee and sat down. The place was cozy with its assorted armchairs and low tables. It would be perfect to come here and read a book. It was not too loud either at the moment at least. You sank into the soft cushions. The armchair felt like a lot of people had previously sat in it. The seat had sunken in the middle but it was still okay. A shadow appeared in your periphery.

“Hi, how have you been?”

A soft voice asked from the side and you jerked up. Donghun had arrived. His dark brown hair fell into his eyes as he smiled, looking down at you. He took off his jacket and hung it over the armchair opposite you. The jeans and plain black sweater looked stylish on him.

“I’m good thanks for asking.”

“Good to hear. I will just get a coffee too.”

He joined the queue for the counter. The coffee shop was not very full at the moment, most people just got a drink to go and left again. Donghun looked different from the last time you had seen him. His hair was longer and dyed a warm shade of brown. The small piercing in the side of his nose was new too. It gave him an even more soft, pretty feeling. He looked like one of those instagram influencers that you followed for their cozy aesthetics and beautiful faces. You wondered if he had a public instagram account and if yes, how many followers did he have. I would follow him. You made a mental note to look for his account later.

He returned with a mug of coffee and sank into the soft armchair.

“So, why did you want to meet me?”

“Ah, yes it’s been a while.”

He looked down at his mug that he held in his hands. Several delicate metal rings decorated his fingers. You could also see a bracelet peek from under his sleeves.

“I have seen your videos and I love your channel.”

“Oh, so you are a fan.”

Your tone was teasing and Donghun smiled.

“I guess so.”

Not a lot of people you knew had much interest in what you did on your channel. Most had never even seen an ASMR video. Sujin had watched some when you started but it was not something that she needed in her life.

“What are your favorite videos then?”

Let’s see if he really watched them or not. You had not done that many videos over the past year or so, maybe 30 videos, but you had enjoyed making them. He leaned forward a bit as he spoke.

“I really liked the one with the lid sounds. Those containers from lush sound really good.”

You nodded.

“Oh and the long one. I listen to it while working.”

Ah yes. The long one. The 3 hour monstrosity had taken forever to edit together. You had made some mistakes and it delayed the whole schedule you had set for yourself. It felt good to hear that your work was appreciated.

“There is actually something I wanted to ask.”

He leaned forward and met your eyes.

“I would love to try it too. Recording a video I mean. Would that be okay with you? Maybe you can publish it, if it’s good?”

So this was his ulterior motive. It made sense. The equipment was pretty pricey so, if you do not know, whether or not you really like recording, it would be better to try first with someone else’s microphones.There was no harm in letting him play around. You seized him up. Donghun would look good on camera, you were sure of that. Personally you only showed your face very few times. It was enough to have good sound and nice close ups of the objects. One thing about him stood up to you the most.

“I think I have an idea for your video already.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, how is next Saturday for you?”

You set up your filming equipment in the small living room. Well, more like the room had become a set and had ceased to be a living room. You had built a soundproof box out of plywood and sound absorbing foam. While it was technically removable, most days you just let it stand there. It was simply too bothersome to move it elsewhere.

Donghun arrived on time. He rang the bell and you let him in. Just as you had told him, he wore an off white sweater. There were some colors that had to be avoided when filming videos, because they did not look as good on camera. The background in the sound proof box was black so this would make him stand out.

“Hi, can I offer you something to drink?”

“A cup of tea, if you have it.”

While you made tea for both of you, Donghun inspected the set. A chair was surrounded by three walls of sound foam. The camera and the microphone were plugged in to your computer and ready to go.

“Here.”

“Thanks.”

He sat down on the chair as there was no other place for him to sit that was not the floor. He blew on his tea.

“So, what have you planned for me.”

“Have you ever seen a hand sounds video?”

These kinds of ASMR videos featured a person rubbing their hand together in different ways. You enjoyed listening to them a lot and while you would have loved to make one yourself, the thought of having people look at you hands that closely made you uncomfortable. Okay, maybe they were doing that already but it would be even more intense.

“Oh. Yes, I have. You think I will be good at that?”

“You have nice hands, so…”

Now that you had said that out loud it seemed a bit odd. As if this was something inappropriate. It implied that you had looked at him. He held up his hands and inspected them. Pretend like that wasn’t awkward. He nodded.

“So, when do we start?”

You closed the blinds on the windows and began to adjust the lighting. Donghun looked really good. His skin had a healthy tone and the long hair, freshly washed, shone in the lights. He had rolled up his sleeves, but you wondered if taking the sweater off would be better.

You gave him a monitor - some earbuds - so he could hear himself while recording. He started to test the microphone and looked surprised at the sound. You could not hear the sound of the microphone but it was okay. You would watch the recording a bit later. Donghun rubbed his fingers together and experimented with speeds. His hands were graceful and you could not help yourself but stare. Even if it was disguised as monitoring the recording.

“Can you come over I wanna try something”

You walked over to him, wondering what it was. He took your hand and pushed the sleeve of your shirt up. While close to the microphone, he ran his palm over your arm. A shiver ran down your spine. His hands were a bit more on the soft side and the way he rubbed your arm, even if unintended, put you on edge. It had been some time since you had had a partner and this felt almost too intimate.

Thankfully Donghun did not notice the effect he had on you because he was focused on the sound only he could hear. You controlled your breathing as it would be audible on the recording. Please stop being so handsome. The faint smell of shampoo and freshly washed clothes tickled your nose. It made your stomach drop.

Okay, but is it possible that I am developing a crush on Donghun right now? That was totally possible. You had always found him kind of attractive, but you had never spent that much time together.

“Are you okay?”

His voice was soft, only audible because it was so quiet. It brought you back to the present.

“Yes...yes! Sorry I…”

You cut yourself off. Don’t mumble. His fingers pressed lightly against the palm of your hand. Almost like holding hands but not quite. He got up, not letting go.

“Can we take a break?”

“Sure.”

You were very aware how close he was and of his fingers gently holding your hand. His eyes were a warm shade of brown that reminded you of chocolate.

“Let’s go then.”

A trip to the coffee place around the corner gave you a bit of time to sort your thoughts. Maybe you should ask Donghun if he was looking for a girlfriend. If he was, you could ask him out. There was no point in denying you felt something for him. Now, the only question that remained was, how could you ask subtly about his relationship status. You could not bring yourself to just ask. What if you made it awkward? What if he laughed in your face? No, you wanted to do it, indirectly. You would come up with something.

After you drank your coffees, you returned to the apartment. Donghun recorded for about two hours. You would have to cut some parts where a truck drove by or where the neighbors talked too loudly but it had looked good.

“Awesome, you did a good job!”

It was true you really liked the video and sounds you had recorded. You set the earphones down and looked up at Donghun.

“Is it really okay if I upload this?”

From a legal standpoint you could not simply upload someone else’s face to your Youtube channel. So you had to ask.

“Yes!”

He beamed as he put on his jacket. You did not want him to leave but could not think of a reason to make him stay. Donghun must be tired. Sitting in the chair for so long was surprisingly exhausting. You knew that from experience.

“Awesome.”

You saw him to the door. Donghun standing in your door was something you would like to see again. When he came back that was.

“It was fun recording today! Thank you for letting me do this.”

His smile was a ray of warm sunlight.

“No problem. I had fun.”

He stood in your door and buried his hands in the pockets of his pants. I bet the hair feels as soft as it looks. It looked like he wanted to say something, probably goodbye. The time was now.

“Would you like to grab a coffee sometime?”

He looked a bit surprised but a smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, I would like that.”

“Good.”

Your heart had skipped a beat when he had said that. Hopefully it would not be too long before you met again.

“See you around.”

The video with the title “Hand sounds with my friend” was a big success. Comments and likes poured in all day. One of the most upvoted ones read:

“I loved the part you did together. Can we get a part two? 😘”

The thought of Donghun running his hands along your skin was dangerous. It had felt so good. It had been two weeks since you had filmed the video but the memory was still vivid in your mind. The tickling of his fingertips brushing over your arm. The warmth of his hands and the smell of his hair were still there. You wanted to run your hands through the soft hair, wondering how it would feel. His head would tilt up and he would look up at you with those sparkling eyes. Maybe he would kiss your hands. Kiss your arm. Kiss your lips.

Your phone vibrated and you jerked from your daydream.

“Hey, do you wanna get dinner tonight?”

Donghun. As if your thoughts had summoned him…

“Sure, where do you want to go?”

Was this a date? You did not want to ask if this was a date or not. No need to make things awkward.

About 20 minutes before you had to leave for your maybe date, you stood before your wardrobe and weighed your options. The nice dress may signal your interest but could also be perceived as overkill for a casual date with a friend. Wearing a simple jeans and sweater or cardigan combo might seem too much like you were not interested and saw this more as a “friends going out to eat” situation.

You put on the dress. It showed way more cleavage than you remembered. You did not feel comfortable enough to wear it today. Jeans and cardigan it was. As fast as possible you changed.

In order to relieve some nervousness you went to the bathroom and started putting on makeup in record time. Usually you were too lazy to put on makeup but in situations like now it felt like armour. Whatever may happen today at least you looked your best.

The worry you had had about a look overkill dissipated, when you saw Donghun. He wore black suit pants, a white dress shirt and a cream colored blazer. A black silk shawl was tied like a ribbon around his neck instead of a tie. Your dress would have looked down right shabby next this. Donghun looked absolutely stunning.

“Hi!”

“Hello!”

He smiled a small smile. It made your heart jump.

You opened the glass door and entered. The restaurant was not very fancy and Donghun seemed out of place. One of the tables in the back was free and he walked towards it with unwavering steps.

He sat down and you took the chair opposite. You busied yourself with choosing something to eat. The laminated pages of the menu made your fingers even more sweaty. It’s not necessary to be this nervous. Calm down. But look at him! Is he playing a prince in a drama or something. Who shows up to a dinner with a friend looking like that?

It was true, he looked extra good today. The only logical reason seemed to be that he saw this as a date. Maybe it was a good idea to signal your interest.

“I really like your outfit.”

He looked down as if to check what exactly he was wearing.

“Ah, yes. Thanks. I was taking photos with some friends earlier.”

“Oh.”

You did not realize that you had said that out loud until he gave you a questioning look. Pretending to be suddenly very interested in the menu you looked down and hoping your blush was not visible.

The waiter took your orders and left. You still felt awkward and avoided looking at him by looking around the room. Some of the older men at the other table were clearly talking about Donghun. He, however, was not bothered by the way people looked at him. In general it seemed like not a lot could dampen his confidence. One time you had hung out with Sujin, her ex and some more friends, you had played some game. Your recollection of the night was not very good but the result of the game - or was it a dare? - was that Donghun had to put on one of Sujin’s crop tops. He wore it for the rest of the night even when you went to a club. Now that you thought about it, this was actually something you admired about him.

“I don’t think i have asked, but what do you do for a living?”

Donghun had mentioned working but you did not remember what it was that he did. As it turned he worked as a system administrator at a company not too far away. On the side he had an instagram account with a few ten thousand followers. Not a huge following but definitely something. You pulled out your phone and searched for his account.

“I will stalk your account later.”

“But don’t like all the old posts or people will notice.”

Eyes sparkled mischievously and you laughed. The few photos you had seen looked exactly how you had expected. All of them had a hard to describe coziness to them. Like the one of Donghun sitting in bed with a mug.

“How have you been doing?”

The food had arrived and you felt more relaxed around Donghun. He obviously did not think this was a date so there was no pressure on you to look your best. It was a bit disappointing but also a relief. You talked about your work and how you thought about changing jobs.

“Would you quit if your channel was making enough money?”

“hmm.”

You had thought about that before but reality was complicated.

“Right now i’m just doing it for fun but if it was a matter of paying the bills, I don’t think it would be as fun.”

Donghun nodded.

“It’s not very stable.”

“That too.”

If your channel did very well and you quit your shitty, but stable job, you would have to worry more about what videos would do well instead of enjoying what you do.

“Ah, speaking of the channel, I wanted to ask you something.”

Donghun looked up from his plate.

“The video we recorded did really well and people asked for another. Would you like to make another video with me?”

[nastybuckybarnes]

A Broken Fairytale  -  Eleven

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Reader AU 

Summary: Sold by your mother, you work as a servant for the King and Queen of Acadia. The Prince, much to his initial dismay, takes a liking to you. When a wicked woman intervenes, your life is nothing more than a prison sentence. With a war on the horizon and a betrothal to a missing Princess that he can’t escape, Bucky is forced to be the Prince -and King- that his father wants. A pawn in a bigger game than the two of you realize. 

Warnings: Language (Maybe), Fluff, 

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Have another part of this series! I hope you guys enjoy! I haven’t updated in a fat minute but we’re getting to intense places with this series pretty fucking soon. Enjoy this cute lil fluffy part

UNEDITED IM SORRY IN ADVANCE!

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“Will you be joining me tonight?” You ask, fingers brushing against the back of his hand as the two of you walk through the palace garden. “Tonight?” He questions, looking over at you in confusion.

“Yes. The celebration. I plan on joining in the festivities. Mother and I agree that it’s a good way to familiarize myself with my kingdom and my people. And I think you should join me. After all, this is to be your kingdom, and these will be your people too.” He purses his lips as the two of you enter the Palace, Steve waiting with a smile on his face.  

“I had planned to spend the evening indoors, preparing for the wedding and the union of the two kingdoms.” You turn to him with your eyebrows raised.

“Is that not what you’ve spent the last few weeks doing? Come now, James. It’s but one night. One night of fun. Of music and games. It’s a celebration of my safe return and of the joining of the two kingdoms. Are you not going to join a celebration dedicated to your future wife?” His eyebrows raise and he looks at Steve for help. The blond raises his hands and shakes his head with a chuckle. “I’m not about to get into this conversation.”

You nod, grinning at him. “Wise choice, Steve. Now James, will you join me in becoming familiar with the people of what will soon be our country? Or will you stay indoors, as you have for the past month, brooding and allowing work to consume you?”

He scoffs, feigning offence. “I have not been brooding! I’m simply preparing. Doing kingly duties.” You shake your head and tug on his hand, forcing him to look at you.  

“You’re not king yet. And I am not yet queen. You and I should enjoy what little time we have left before we’re thrown into our duties. Let’s enjoy it. When will we have another opportunity to bond with our people… with each other? Please join me.” He sighs and Steve chuckles, knowing you’ve got his friend wrapped around your finger.

“Alright. I’ll join you. We’ll attend the festival together and we’ll have one night where we don’t need to worry about anything. Does that satisfy you?” You nod, grinning from ear to ear, then peck his cheek.

It’s the first kiss the two of you have shared since you were in Acadia. It’s a quick, chaste thing, but it has heat rushing to his cheeks, turning them a pretty pink.

“Alright, it’s settled,” He says with a goofy grin. You nod, beyond happy that he’s going with you.

Throughout the morning you find it hard to stay focused on your lessons, and your tutors make sure they point it out. But today you couldn’t care less. You’re finally making your first true appearance as Princess of Corona. You’ll be meeting the people in your country, not as a peasant, but as a Princess.

“You haven’t stopped smiling since you returned from your walk with James,” your mother muses, combing your hair gently.

“What’s happened that has you in such high spirits?” She asks. You sigh and glance at her in the mirror. “James agreed to accompany me to the celebration tonight. We’ll be meeting our people together, for the first time. I’ll be able to learn firsthand what my kingdom is like. I’m more than excited.” She smiles and kisses the top of your head.

“You deserve everything in the world, my dear. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight. Do not let any thoughts distract you from what your heart desires tonight.” You nod, turning around as she gets up and walks to your closet.

“Now... this one...” She pulls out a cream coloured dress, far simpler than the extravagant gowns you’ve been wearing. It’s trim is all navy blue, and the fabric itself resembles velvet. It has strings that criss-cross across your torso, but it doesn’t look too tight at all. In fact, it looks rather comfortable.

She helps you into it then ties you up in the back, smiling brightly when you turn to look at her.

“You look gorgeous, darling. Now, one last thing...” she scurries over to your dresser and opens a large wooden box. Your jaw drops as you see all the tiaras sitting inside.

“Your father and I didn’t want to overwhelm you with them. We wanted you to become comfortable in your new home, get used to being royalty before having to bear the weight of the crown. But now... I think you’re ready for it, if only for one night.” You nod, bowing your head as she places a dainty silver tiara over your hair.

You stand up straight and roll your shoulders back, eyes on your reflection.

“You, my daughter, are going to make a magnificent Queen,” she whispers, kissing your cheek then hugging you tightly. You hug her back, letting out a shuddering breath as you try to reign in your emotions.

A knock on the door startles you and you pull away from your mother, taking a deep breath before allowing the person to enter.

James walks in, looking handsome as ever in a dark blue shirt with the crest of Acadia hanging from his neck. His pants are dark and tucked into his shiny boots, and he’s got a thick black cloak hanging from his shoulders. Atop his head sits a pretty golden crown that’s only slightly larger than yours.

“Are you ready to go, my darling?” You smile and nod, taking his outstretched arm with ease.

“As I was telling my daughter, you have fun, James. Allow yourself to have tonight to be free.” He nods at your mother’s words, bows his head, then looks at you with hopeful blue eyes.

“Shall we?” He asks softly. You nod, eyes eager and excited. “Yes, we shall.” He leads you out of your room and then out of the Palace. Outside, three horses are waiting. You recognize your mare immediately and a smile lights up your face.

“Steve had suggested that we ride to the festival. It may give us more time to admire the kingdom and all of its beauty. As James says the words, his eyes don’t leave your face.

“I think that’s a marvellous idea.”

Steve sits atop his horse with a grin on his lips as you and James walk over. The brunet helps you mount your horse, though you insist you’re fine, then quickly mounts his, looking at his cousin and waiting for the blond to lead the way.

He does, setting a moderate pace, and you and James follow behind him, riding side-by-side.

It’s beautiful.

The last time you rode through the kingdom you didn’t get to fully admire the scenery. There are flowering trees everywhere, and all the plants are lush and green. The sky is turning a lovely purple colour with the setting sun, and the wind smells of flowers and citrus.  

It’s amazing.

“Do you like it?” James suddenly asks, watching the way your eyes swim with unshed tears.

“I love it,” you whisper, sniffling slightly. “I can’t believe this is the place I’m lucky enough to call home.” He nods, smiling softly at you.

“Once we are married, our lands will only thrive. There is nothing that can destroy this beauty. However, the beauty here is nothing in comparison to that of your heart.” You look down bashfully and shake your head.

“Don’t try to deny it. In the weeks we’ve spent together, you’ve only further proved how your kindness knows no bounds, your compassion is endless.” You look up at him and his eyes are so genuine that you can’t help but smile.

“Alright your highnesses, we dismount here and walk the rest of the way. It isn’t far.” Steve hops off of his horse and James does the same, the latter hurrying to you and gripping your waist to help you down from your horse.

When you’re standing steady on two feet you lift your hands to his shoulders, eyes meeting his shyly.

“Enough of that, you two,” Steve chastises playfully, pulling you out of your trance. You hurry after the blond prince, glancing over at James with a longing look in your eyes. He hurries after you, linking his arm with yours again.

You open your mouth to speak but no sound comes out as you get distracted by music in the distance.

“Ah yes, there are no celebrations quite like the Corona ones,” Steve muses, a lightness to his step as he leads you to the main square of the town. As soon as you turn the final corner, you’re overwhelmed in the best way possible.

A small group of people have gathered with instruments, women singing in a mixture of English and the native language. Young children dance around, wearing flower crowns and holding onto biscuits that seem to be covered in syrup.  

“It’s marvellous,” you whisper, a smile on your face. A little girl glances over at you then does a double-take, her jaw dropping. She tugs on her mother’s dress and points to you. Her mother looks to where she’s pointing and smiles brightly.

She curtsies low, her daughter attempting to follow. The people around her quickly catch sight of you and follow her lead, bowing down low. This continues until the square is silent and everyone is bowing to you.

“Please, rise,” you request softly, smiling when they all stand back up.

“Welcome, your highnesses. We’re so very pleased that you’ve graced us with your presences,” a short balding man says, cheeks rosy as he smiles.

“It’s our pleasure to be here. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you tonight. And I hope that we all can enjoy ourselves without the pressures of my royal titles. I would like to know my people, my culture. Not as Princess or future Queen, but as a woman who’s eager to learn about her past.” The people all nod and in an instant the music starts up again.

“They love you already,” James whispers. You look up at him hopefully, wanting to make a good first impression on your people. A small tug on your dress makes you look down and you grin at the little girl. The same one who spotted you first.

“Hello sweetheart,” You whisper, bending down and scooping her up in your arms. “That’s a beautiful crown you have,” You say. She grins and grabs at her flower crown.

“You’re a princess, just like me.” Her eyes widen and you giggle. “Yes, you are. Did you make that crown all by yourself?” She shakes her head and points over to where a slightly older girl is hiding behind her mother’s legs.

“Is that your sister?” The little girl nods and you hum in agreement, walking through the crowd to the woman and her other daughter.

“Hello, your highness,” the woman says. You smile at her. “Please, we don’t need to formalities tonight.” She nods, one hand smoothing the hair of the older girl.

“Your sister told me that you made her flower crown,” You begin, crouching down so you’re at eye level. She nods nervously and you smile. “Would you teach me how? I’ve always wanted to make flower crowns. And you make them so beautifully.” Her eyes widen and she looks up at her mother, who nods with a smile. The little girl in your arms squirms until you put her down, then takes your hand and her sister’s hand and pulls the two of you to a small stand with baskets full of different flowers.

“You’ve gotta make sure you have enough... and that they’ve got long stems,” the older girl explains softly, grabbing a couple of handfuls of flowers. You copy her, then sit down on the ground, ignoring the dirt that smudges on your dress.

The little girl shows you how to make the crown, giving you pointers whenever you need them.

“What’s your name?” You ask gently. She bites her lip before responding. “I’m Amelia. And this is my younger sister Anastasia.” You repeat their names and the little girl grins, tying off the end of her crown and holding it up to show you. You do the same and her younger sister falls onto her back laughing.

Your crown is less than impressive.

You frown at it and she giggles. “It takes practice. Momma taught me how a long time ago. Now I sell them at the market on Sundays.” You nod thoughtfully.

“Well, may I borrow yours? You can wear mine.” Her jaw drops. “Y-yes...” She carefully takes her flower crown off and leans to you, placing it on your head after you’ve removed your tiara.

“Thank you, Amelia. Now, here’s yours.” You carefully place your tiara on her head and her cheeks flame.

“You look beautiful,” you tell her. She thanks you then hurries to her feet to go show her mother. With a giggle, you stand back up, dusting off your dress, then walking through the square, mingling with different people for hours.

When you finally find your way back to James, you have a honey-dipped biscuit in your hand and three more flower crowns on your head. The Prince seems to be in a bit more of a predicament. He’s being swarmed with little girls, all trying to get his attention.

You watch for a while, a smile on your face as he interacts with the children. He catches your eye then grins.

“Excuse me? Mr. Prince, sir?” He looks down as a young girl, no older than five, tugs on his pant leg.

“The music is nice... and I wanna dance.... but nobody will dance with me.... so my mommy told me to ask you...” His face softens and he stoops down to her level.

“I would love to dance with you. What’s your name?” She smiles. “I’m Aethelfled, your highness.” He nods and stands up, taking her hands.

“Well, Aethelfled, will you honour me with this dance?” She nods eagerly and he lifts her to stand on his shoes, then leads her in a basic dance to the music. She’s laughing and giggling, and soon Steve joins him, dancing with another lucky young lady.

You’re soon being dragged into a dance as well, two young girls each holding one of your hands as they dance around, giggling wildly. You dance in a circle with them, the three of you slowing as the music changes to a more upbeat and lively tune.

Guitar’s strum and someone plays a gemshorn, the music making you feel light and airy inside. Another person starts banging on some makeshift drums and the girls grin, starting to jump and dance around with you again.

You laugh from a good place within, grinning from ear to ear as more and more people start dancing with you all.

A man starts singing, the words flowing beautifully in the language native to the land, and you find yourself absolutely entranced as you pick out a few phrases and words that you understand.

Soon enough, nearly everyone is dancing or clapping along to the music. Your eyes catch those of Prince James and you feel your stomach flutter.

You make to dance over to him when you’re intercepted by an older man, a great big smile on his face as he expresses to you how happy he is that the princess has returned safely.

You nod along, thanking him thoroughly.

The music dies down then slowly fades. There’s a beat of silence before applause breaks out across the crowd, your hands coming together repeatedly and hard enough to have your palms stinging.

“Come, Princess! We now celebrate your safe return with offerings to the Gods, and we shall release lights to the sky, to thank them for bringing you home to us, for answering our prayer,” the short man says, offering you his arm. You take it with a smile and allow him to escort you through the town and towards a large clearing.

Dozens of people are already here, with hundreds of lanterns just waiting to be lit and sent up to the sky.

People gather around a boulder in the ground, bowing their heads then placing small objects in front of it.

“This is where we come together as a kingdom to make offerings. And for the past twenty years, we’ve asked for nothing other than your safe return. And the Gods have given that to us. So we must thank them now, and we will continue to thank them.” You nod, intrigued by the display.

A little boy places a flower crown on the ground, whispers something, then bounds back to his mother with a huge smile on his face.

“What is it that they are all saying?” You ask, desperate to absorb as much of your culture as you can.

“Most just whisper a small thank you, but it is generally said as such ‘Tha sinn a ’toirt taing dhut, airson do fhreagairt air ar n-ùrnaighean.’ It roughly translates to ‘we thank you, for your answer to our prayers’.” You nod thoughtfully then lift your own flower crown off of your head.

You eye it for a while before looking at the balding man.

“Can you help me translate something? I’d like to give thanks as well.” The man nods eagerly and walks with you over to the boulder. There’s an inscription upon it and it takes everything in you not to run your fingers along it.

You get down onto your knees, much to the surprise of the people around you, and bow your head.

The man whispers the words you’d requested into your ear, and you repeat them slightly louder.

“’Tha mi a ’toirt taing dhut, airson mo thoirt air ais gu mo theaghlach, mo dhaoine, agus airson dòchas a thoirt dhomh.’” You place the crown onto the ground then repeat the words in English.

“I thank you, for bringing me back to my family, my people, and for giving me hope.” You hear someone kneel beside you and glance over, smiling at James and Steve. They each nod to you then bow their own heads, whispering words of thanks themselves.

Slowly, everyone in the vicinity kneels down and whispers thanks and prayers, most directed at their princess, but some directed at the Prince as well.

You raise your head after a moment longer and take a deep breath.

“Your highness,” you turn to the woman and smile gently at her.

“Would you like to do the honours of releasing the first light in the sky? To announce your safe return to your people?” You nod and take the lantern from her with a smile. She carefully lights the candle inside it and you watch it for a moment before lifting your hand up and over your head, the lantern hovering for a moment before taking off up into the sky.

Slowly, dozens of lanterns start floating, yours leading the way to the sky.

An arm is around your waist and you look up, slightly startled until you realize who it is.

“I’m glad you brought me out here tonight,” he whispers playfully, thumb rubbing circles on your waist. You smile up at him. “I’m glad you joined me.” He leans his cheek against the top of your head and the two of you watch as the lanterns flood the sky, signalling to everyone that the Princess has finally returned.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Secrets ~ 3

Warnings: noncon sexual acts later in series

This is dark!Bucky and dark!Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: A buried family secret comes to light thrusting you to the forefront of an old alliance.

Note: Finished this before work! Hope y’all enjoy.

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

There was a flurry of activity around the jet waiting on the tarmac. You sat in the car, still cuffed, trapped, as you watched the crew hurry. It was barely noon yet and you were exhausted. Barnes returned and slid in the other side. You ignored him and kept your eyes out the window.

“Shouldn’t be long before we can board,” He said. “You look unhappy, your highness. Is there any way I can help?”

“Uncuff me, let me go home and live my life,” You snapped dryly. “That would about do it.”

“Get it all out now.” He chided. “The king won’t stand for your lip.”

“‘The king won’t stand for your lip’,” You mimicked and grunted as you leaned a bit too heavily on your hands. “I really don’t care what he wants and I certainly don’t care what he thinks of me. All the better if he hates me.”

“This isn’t about feelings. He will marry you regardless of his personal bias,” Barnes assured. “It will be easier, however, if he has a reason to tolerate you.”

“Do you really live by the forgotten words just because they were written down?” You scoffed. “You know how absurd that is? I’ve seen the stories, he could marry anyone--”

“No, he can’t,” Barnes intoned. “Those forgotten words are not forgotten. The kingdom remembers the agreement. They remember how much we gave to the flagging country of Ecklun. They remember we were promised a princess.” He looked at you. “You. We paid our dues and we expect a return on it.”

You shook your head, finding it hard not to laugh sardonically. It was all backwards. This was the shit you read about in textbooks or fantasy novels. It was bullshit.

“Would it disqualify me to tell you I’m not pure?” You snickered. “To tell you I didn’t save myself for the king I never gave a second thought about?”

“It doesn’t bother me and surely not him.” Barnes shrugged. “He’s had his own fun, but I would advise you to not be so flippant about it with him. He is not one for cheek.”

“If I am who you say I am, I will do as I like.” You snarled.

“Very well. I can’t stop you. I can only warn you against it.” He pushed his head back and sighed. “You know your history, you recall how kings can be.”

👑

You sat on the plane in a plush leather seat, white and pristine like the rest of the interior. Barnes was across from you, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest. Once you’d taken off, he’d quit checking his watch and settled into the flight without a second glance at you. You couldn’t do the same. 

Aside from your anxiety and anger over all that had transpired, your hands remained bound behind you and kept you from leaning back or getting comfortable in the least. You teetered on the edge of the seat and glared at him.

“What do you want, Duchess?” He asked without lifting an eyelid.

“Can’t you at least take these off?” You grumbled. “My shoulders are killing me.”

He shrugged and said nothing.

“You can’t expect me to sit through this whole flight like this.” You hissed. “Shit, you don’t treat me like a duchess or whatever you claim I am.”

His eyes opened sharply and he uncrossed his arms. He sat forward, his jaw ticked as he inhaled deeply through his nose.

“You will not use that language further,” He warned. “Understood. It is unladylike. Unseemly. I won’t tolerate it and neither will the king.”

“Language? I’m sorry I don’t talk in iambic pentameter.” You scowled.

“You know what I mean. No more shits, fucks, and all that.” He seemed disgusted by the words on his tongue. “If you feel the need to moan, pretend you are a child.”

“Oh, gosh, will do, mister,” You said dryly. He raised his brow and his nostrils flared. “If I promise to watch my mouth, will you undo these?”

He blinked and checked the time again. He seemed to weigh the option as he angled his head one way then the other.

“Well, I can’t have you arriving in cuffs, I suppose,” He stood and reached into his pocket as he neared. “But don’t think I won’t bring them back out if needed. You understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes, I swear to be a good little duchess,” You quipped.

He huffed and pulled you forward as he reached around you to grasp the cuffs. They came free and he drew away. He backed up as he put the key back in his pocket and dropped the cuffs in the empty seat next to him. He leaned an elbow on the rest and held his chin as he watched you. You sat back as you stretched your arms in front of your, turning your hands and rolling your wrists.

“We have a lot of work to do,” He ran his fingertips along his short stubble. “A lot.”

👑

Time seemed to stand still. When you arrived, it was morning in Astrania, the rest of the day lost in the difference. A man in black led you down the steps to the tarmac, Barnes behind you, and another man. You were taken into the airport, away from the general public, and guided through the corridors meant for employees only.

Barnes came up to walk beside you. A sudden tide of displacement washed over you. It was all real. You were far from home, stranded, trapped, in a land you didn’t know. With a title you didn’t want. For a purpose you dreaded.

The man in front of you stopped short before a door and turned back to look at Barnes.

“Cameras are here.” He said curtly.

“Already?” Barnes frowned. 

“They must’ve seen the royal jet circling,” The man replied. “Apparently, they’ve been on alert since your departure.”

Barnes sighed and nodded. He unbuttoned the single button of his jacket and pulled it off.  “Just make sure you keep them away.” He opened his jacket and turned to you. “Here.” He tried to shroud your head in his blazer and you dodged it. The man behind you blocked you. “Come on. There’s gonna be at least a dozen photogs out there and you far from ready for an appearance.”

“Are you serious?” You snorted.

“The longer we wait, the more will be there,” He said. “Now come on.”

He threw his jacket over you and you caught it. It smelled like expensive cologne and sweat. He wrapped it around you so that you could barely see and grabbed your arm to guide you onward. Unsteady, unsure, you let him usher you ahead and a heavy metal door opened, a streak of light visibly past the hem of the jacket as you could barely see your own feet.

A buzz of voices and the shutter of cameras greeted you outside and you clutched the  fabric tighter. Barnes kept on, a few warnings to the vulture-like photogs as the way was cleared ahead of him by your stalwart escorts. A car door opened and you were angled inside quickly. 

You caught yourself on the seat and felt a nudge to move over. Barnes climbed in as you righted yourself and the door closed heavily behind him. He pulled his jacket away and shook it out as the tinted windows flashed with the cameras outside. He grumbled and folded his jacket in his lap.

“Well,” He bemoaned. “That does change things.” He shifted on the seat. “Driver. Go on.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Your arrival will be a headline by the next hour,” He explained. “That means we have even less time to get you… ready.”

“Oh, such a tragedy.” You snipped.

“Trust me, duchess, while you insist on making a mockery of this, you do not want to face the media without preparation,” The car began to move and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “They will tear you apart. What matters is their perception not your intent.”

“Ah, is that your job then?” You wondered. “You’re supposed to make a lady of me.”

“I am to educate you,” He insisted. “A tall and no doubt foolhardy task,” He growled. “But my king gave me an order and I will do what I can to mold you into at least a semblance of a lady.”

👑

Lush green fields turned to rolling hills. You watched the scenery, almost forgetting where you were and why. The picturesque countryside awed you and sent a chill through you. It truly felt like you had stepped back in time; even as if you had arrived on an entirely different planet.

Trees planted in careful lines closed in around the road and led to a row of tall hedges and you stopped before a gate of curled metal, topped by sharp points. It opened after the driver gave a short honk. The long drive was laid with mosaic stones and curved before the rounded steps of a great mansion. The double doors at the top were decorated with golden knockers and the handles were wrought and twisted elegantly. The car came to a halt and Barnes, as was his habit, checked his watch.

Your door was opened by the driver as Barnes climbed out the other side. He rounded the vehicle and beckoned you towards the steps. He walked beside you and you could sense him watching you from the corner of your eyes. The doors opened as you approached the stairs and liveried servants appeared from the other side as they welcomed you with eager smiles.

“All is prepared duchess,” He gestured ahead. “The palace has been readied for your seclusion. You are the only task left.”

“What a welcome,” You sneered. “I might be unlearned in the habit of nobility, but I don’t think it is usual for one to speak to a duchess in that tone.”

He smiled and took your arm, hooking it through his as he urged you up the stairs.

“The king has permitted me full reign in your training,” He said as he guided you through the open doors. “He will forgive me my own missteps if I can prevent your own.”

You dragged your feet as you entered the vast foyer. The floor was of white marble veined with gold, the decor shared a similar color scheme, and portraits hung from the walls, vast likeness of women in garb dating from the earliest medieval periods to the last century. You detached from Barnes and looked around.

“This is the Palace of Regia,” Barnes explained from behind you. “These are your foremothers. The queens of Astrania, each of whom took their pre-marital seclusion here. Each who married and served their kings proudly.”

You recalled the tradition, common to many countries but mostly retired since Victoria reigned over England and much of the globe. You turned back to Barnes and blinked.

“How long?”

“Two weeks,” Barnes answered. “Two weeks to ready you for the king’s presence. You will be taken to the capital at the end and attend your engagement party so that you can acquaint yourself with your future husband. Your wedding is scheduled the next week.”

“Engagement party? Wedding?” You echoed. “That’s… three weeks. Not even a month.”

“Yes, so we should get to work.” He neared and grabbed your shoulders. He pushed them back. “Stand straight.” He poked your chin up with two fingers. “Head high, shoulders back.”

“What are you--”

He rounded you and his hand gripped your waist and squeezed. He shushed you and ran his other hand up your spine.

“You must hold yourself like a queen. Mind your posture, your highness.” He said.

You pulled away from him harshly. “What are you doing?”

You were shocked as you felt a slap on your ass and he swiftly caught your hips and drew you back to stand before him.

“I am trying to save you a lot of grief.” He said. “Stay.” He bid as if you were a dog. He released you and came around in front of you. “As I said, head up, shoulders back.”

He stared until you obeyed. You sighed and stood straight as you could. He grinned.

“Let me tell you, Duchess, the cameras, the public, they will judge you even more harshly so you want to give them as little ammunition as you can so that they cannot turn their muzzles on you.” He girded and grabbed your arms, adjusting them before his hands settled on either side of your neck. He tutted. “You cannot hang your shoulders like a hunchback.”

“I don’t--”

“You do.” He insisted. “Now,” He removed his hands and walked backwards until he was near the wall. “Walk to me.” You squinted and he lowered his chin. He chuckled and waved his hand to beckon you forward. “Come on.”

You rolled your eyes but took a step. He hissed. “Keep your head up. Shoulders straight. Don’t sway like that.” Each footfall had another comment until you were right before him. He gestured you to turn around and he kicked your feet closer together and again touched your hips. “Let them know you’re a woman but do not flaunt it. Walk as if there is a string running straight through you. Lift your feet.”

He nudged you and you began to walk again. He followed not far behind and you heard his displeased grumbles. He fixed your shoulders, your hips again, told you to keep your feet closer together, head up! 

You were growing more and more annoyed by the second. You were tired. You hadn’t even had a chance to register everything. You were in a palace, marching beneath the eyes of dozens of dead queens, far from home and all you had ever known. It was all so foreign, so different, so startlingly unfamiliar. You hated it.

“Enough!” You spun to face him and he stopped short. “Holy shit! I haven’t even--”

He grabbed your hand and smacked it like you were a child. “Language.” He warned.

You tugged your hand back and gaped at him. “What the fuck--”

He took your hand again and smack it harder. “Your highness, let us not be children.”

“Don’t touch me--” You tore yourself away. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“If you insist on acting like a child, I will bend you over and spank you like one.” He said. “Now, stand straight.” He crossed his arms. “And mind your mouth.” You stared at him, stunned. He raised his brows and nodded to you. “Don’t make me count, Duchess.”

[simonxriley]

A Day At The Lake!

Pairing: Alexsandr “Tachanka” Senaviev x Skylar “Phoenix” Jackson

Summary: During their last few days of vacation, they decide to have a picnic by the lake. 

Words: 1,343

Warnings: None.

Russian: Da =Yes. Kotyonok = kitten and Moya Sladost’ = My sweetness

Ao3

With the last few days of their vacation left they had one thing left to do on their list. And that was horseback riding on Skylar’s uncle's farm and have a nice picnic by the lake. 

Skylar grew up riding horses for the most part, she knows all there needs to be when it comes to riding a horse. Alex didn’t. Deep down he was a little nervous but wouldn’t show it, but Skylar knows better. Which was why they were just taking her horse Midnight with them. 

The day turned out to be almost perfect. The sun was shining, a cool breeze ruffling their hair and the smell of lilacs in the air. Only downside was it being a bit humid out, nothing neither couldn’t handle. 

Alex tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She couldn’t help but smirk as she re-positioned her hands on the reins. 

“You okay back there, moya sladost’?” 

“Da, why wouldn’t I be, kotyonok?” 

“First time riding a horse and all.” she chuckled 

“It’s not that bad.” he looked around at his surroundings, seeing nothing but lush green. “I’m sure I’d be saying differently if I was on my own horse.” 

Skylar turned her head to get a better look at him and smiled. “I would’ve given you a good horse, one that’s comfortable with riding. I’m not mean you know.” 

“I know, I know,” he laughed. “I just don’t have the experience as you do.” 

“Do you want the experience?” By the movement she felt behind her she knew he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m sure we can find time out of our busy schedule to get you more experienced on a horse.” 

“Maybe in the future, when we have kids. Right now I’m content.” 

“Okay.” she chuckled. “The lake is just up ahead.” 

The smell of nature surrounding them made Skylar feel relaxed and less stressed out. A much needed vacation for sure. Not having to deal with work or people for the past week was also much needed. She just wished they had more time, but in a few days time they’ll be back on a plane heading back to Rainbow HQ. 

“It sucks we have to go back to work in a few days.”

“I know, if only we could stay out here for a little while longer.” 

He leaned forward, giving her temple a kiss that forced a small smile on her face. The small things always made her smile. 

A few moments later they came into the clearing of the lake, hearing the rush of the water the closer they got. She could still picture herself as a child swimming in the very same river, aunt and uncle watching on the beach. Ah, the memories. Memories she hopes she can recreate with her kids whenever they decide to have any. 

Skylar pulled on the reins to have Midnight stop before going too far onto the beach. “We’re here, obviously.” 

Alex chuckled and got off the horse, groaning as his feet landed on the sand. “Are my legs supposed to feel like this?” 

He grabbed the picnic basket and blanket while she got off the horse, moving Midnight over to some shade and loosely tied her reins on a branch. “Yeah, you’ll get used to it.”

She walked back over to him, scanning their surroundings until she came to a section that was near a shaded part of the forest. She turned back to him and motioned for him to follow her. A few steps later they came to the spot.

“I think this is a nice spot. We’re near the lake, but also have some shade.” 

“Good pick, kotyonok!” 

“Thank you, moya sladost’!” 

He laughed at the cheeky smile on her face as he set down the basket on the ground and handed her the blanket. She began to unfold it, letting the bottom part hit the sand until Alex walked over to help. He grabbed the bottom half and they both placed it on the ground as neatly as they could. 

She sat down on the blanket with a satisfied sigh and looked out at the lake. From her peripherals she could see him move the basket onto the blanket and take a seat next to her.

“It’s peaceful here!” stated Alex

“It is. I remember coming here all the time during the summers as a child.” She turned her head to look at him. “Good memories!” 

“I don’t doubt that for a second. What’s your favorite memory? Or one of them at least.” 

“That’s a tough one.” 

She leaned back on her hands as she thought back to her childhood. So many memories were made at this very place it was hard to pick between them. 

While Alex waited for her to answer his question he opened up the picnic basket and began taking out the food and drinks they brought with them. He looked over at the lake hearing the water rush down stream and leaves swaying in the wind. Beside the lush greenery around him, in the near distance were mountains. The saddleback mountains if he recalls correctly. 

“Oh, okay I know one I can tell you. It’s kind of funny too.” She sat up straighter, turning her body more towards him. “I was swimming with Chloe and I spotted something in the water, I couldn’t tell what it was since it was kind of murky. I got closer and I swear it looked like a giant horseshoe crab.” She laughed. “I freaked out and tried to force Chloe to go see what it was; she called me a wimp and pushed me towards it. It ended up being a rock.” 

He tried to hide the smile that was creeping onto his face, only to fail miserably with the laugh that came out of him. “I don’t mean to laugh, kotyonok, it’s just….funny.”

“It wasn’t at the time.” She laughed. “My heart was racing and everything. Then I felt embarrassed.” 

“I bet Chloe didn’t let you live that down.” 

She rolled her eyes and sighed before laughing. The rest of that summer was spent with Chloe making fun of her for thinking a rock was a horseshoe crab every time they were at the lake. Thankfully over the next few seasons her quips died down and Skylar was sure she had finally forgotten about. It made her wonder if she actually remembers it since it happened so long ago. 

“Oh she did and I hated it. Thankfully she doesn’t do it anymore.” 

He chuckled and went to open the picnic basket, pulling out the food and drink they brought with them. It was a few sandwiches, fruits and for dessert some of her mom’s famous cookies. Their drink of choice was water, it was the easiest thing to carry on horseback. If they decided to walk they probably would’ve brought something different. 

He handed her her sandwich, nodded her head in thanks and began to unwrap it. “Do you think she remembers?” 

“No idea and I’m not going to ask either.” she laughed. 

“Aw, why not? Is it because she’ll never let you live it down again if you jog her memory?” 

“Yes, exactly.” She glared at him as she took a bite of her sandwich then turned to look across the lake. Only to smack him in the arm to grab his attention. “Look, there’s a doe and her fawn. How cute!” 

Alex looked over to see the doe and fawn taking a drink of water on the other side of the lake. The fawn couldn’t have been more than a few months old, still had its spots and kept close to its mother. Wildlife in their natural habitat was always great to see. 

“It is cute! But, I’d argue that you’re cuter.” 

“I love how you put the emphasis on the ‘but’” She chuckled. “I should’ve known you would say something like that.” 

“It’s true, kotyonok.” 

He gave her a wink and she couldn’t help but smile and shake her head.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Dad duties

A/N: I was so inspired by a super adorable fic written by @just-the-hiddles​ for this one, thank you Liz for letting me use this trope! Thank you anon for this request, hope you like it ;)) Not my gif!

Fall Prompts Masterlist

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Domestic fluff, humor, Parent Tony should be a warning.

Word count: 1120ish

…

“You sure you want to do this?” you questioned, fixing your hair and make-up, watching Tony through the mirror, who was pacing about the bedroom, looking lost and anxious.

“Are you doubting my skills as a father?” raising an eyebrow, he smirked, recovering his previous expression.

Morgan was fast asleep in her room, it was her naptime for another hour. She’d been almost too ecstatic when you told her your plans of leaving her alone with her Dad. She loved him more than you, and she had no problems announcing that to everyone who did or didn’t ask.

“No, I’m just worried she’s going to break the house and you’re gonna let her.”

Finishing up, you turned and walked over to him, linking your arms behind his neck, while his went around your hips.

“Call me if you need me okay?”

“I won’t. We’ll be fine, go have fun for once.” Tony reassured, pulling you in for a kiss. A quick squeeze of his bum and a wink later, you made it out of the house.

“Don’t blow shit up.”

You had made plans of meeting with your family for dinner and a much needed catching-up after months of cancelling and delaying. If you had dismissed this time around though, they’d kill you, you were positive.

Your parents’ home was a good hour-long drive away from the lake house, which worried you initially – not having been away from your baby for that span of time. After much convincing, you agreed when Tony offered to give you updates every half an hour of the goings-on.

Driving out on the relatively empty, plain and sure roads with soft music playing in your car as evening approached relaxed you. The trees that had changed colors, from lush green to a fiery orange brown – your favorite season. The crisp, chilly air demanded a warm sweater be worn and the heater to stay on at all times.

…

“Look Daddy! I can fly!”

Tony’s heart lurched up in his throat as he bolted up the stairs from his basement lab to find his four year old gliding a good two feet in the air, her tiny feet strapped on an upgraded hover board – his own creation, her face lit up in glee as the board flew over the coffee table in the living room. He was secretly proud that she was taking after him in this department.

Cursing under his breath, he saw no signs of Peter – who was called an hour after you left as backup, when Morgan threw a tantrum for being denied ice-cream for supper.  

Peter rushed in the room looking horrified and guilty as he begged Morgan to get down who was shouting with joy at this point, balancing herself impressively on the board.

“So much for backup Parker. I’m working on something important for (Y/N) here.”

“I’m sorry Mr Stark, I—I got a call from Ned and he had this new experiment idea about my web shooters and we were gonna—” Peter rambled on.

“For Mommie? Can I help pwease?”

“Please don’t tell Miss (Y/L/N). She’ll kill me.”

“Yeah you and I both. Don’t let this little monster out of your sight. Its pizza for dinner if you and Maguna don’t break anything. Now come on, who wants to help me help me test some repulsors?”

He knew it was sleeping on the couch if you found out about all this, but he was willing to take the risk. Shooting Morgan a wink, he walked downstairs with Peter and Morgan to complete his anniversary gift for you.

…

“I’m back!” you called out, placing your car keys in the bowl, you looked around the empty living room for signs of your husband or daughter. The dimly-lit room looked almost too well put together. Typically it looked like the house had survived a hurricane. Hearing the distinct giggles of your child from her room upstairs, you made your way up there.

Upon opening the door, you saw Peter and Tony putting finishing touches on a large blanket fort on the floor, while Morgan sat on her bed, critiquing their work. The sight warming your heart.

“Hi Miss (Y/L/N)!” Peter exclaimed, as your daughter sprinted from the bed to hug your legs.

“It’s Mrs. Stark now kid.” Tony corrected, rolling his eyes.

“Hey Pete, how are you?”

Picking Morgan up while she hurriedly whispered in your ear, you walked up to Tony to place a chaste kiss to his lips.

“How was dinner?”

“Wonderful! It felt so good to get out, drive, and talk about non-kid things. I needed it.”

“See! You should listen to your husband more often.” Tony shrugged with a smug look on his face, while Morgan wriggled out of your arms to join Peter.

Taking this opportunity, Tony took your hand and walked you to your shared bedroom.

“So, how’d it go? Peter was called for backup, I’m assuming.”

“I ran you a warm bath since it’s freezing outside.”

He beamed ignoring the question and pointing proudly towards the bathroom which was smelling quite divine, as the scent of lavender wafted out reaching your nostrils.

“Ah just what I need! Seriously though, did she give you a hard time?” you probed again, getting suspicious as Tony turned fidgety, helping you out of your sweater.

“Not at all. In fact, when you come out, I’ve got the biggest, comfiest blanket for us to share for a movie night!” He tumbled over his words, fuelling more doubt.

“Enough with the bribes, Stark. You know they don’t work on me. Spill.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you waited.

“We broke our coffee table by accident, and Morgan cut herself on one of my tools.” He confessed, looking utterly guilty, brown eyes avoiding yours.

You wanted to be mad at him for allowing Morgan in the lab, and for being careless, but he looked too damn adorable, plus you were certain he took care of her afterwards, he was a wonderful father.

“Oh I know.”

“What?”

“Your daughter is terrible at keeping secrets. She said something about helping you with an ‘annersary’ gift.” Air quoting her misspelled word, you stifled a giggle as Tony mumbled about ‘not trusting his own kid on top secret projects’.

“I’m sorry honey.” Placing a kiss to your forehead, Tony hung his head in defeat.

After getting ridding yourself of all clothes, you stepped in the soothing warm water, and held out your hand after settling in.

“Well, you can start making up to me by joining me in the bath…”

“Yes dear.”

“So what did you guys have for dinner? If you say ‘ice-cream’ Tony…”

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head out.”

He stopped stripping mid-way and ran out of the bathroom, leaving you pissed off and alone in the tub.

…

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

The Golden Hand

° Assassin’s Creed Odyssey Imagine °

Chapter 3

Fem! Reader

Central Masterlist | The Golden Hand

Just how was he to take you back home when he didn’t even know where to start? Alexios had not the faintest idea on how to do that; pray to the gods? They don’t always answer, and when they do, it’s just downright confusing. His only choice was to continue on his journey and hope, that by some miracle, the answer would reveal itself soon. However, as such worries and doubts continued to plague his mind, they were soon drowned out upon his eyes falling on you.

He had to admit it.

You were utterly adorable.

Your eyes, round and soft, peered at the lively scene of the marketplace with star-like sparkles. Your lips drew apart ever so slightly, a smile merrily making its way on them as you expressed a fondness to how ancient, how....different this world was. He wondered how you felt about it all. Surely you were experiencing some extreme form of cultural shock. Two days could not possibly remedy it. Perhaps your joy was a façade, a guise for the truth of your feelings.

“Ah, yes! This tells of Odysseus’s voyages and his battles.” “And this?” “That one refers to the miracles of Zeus and the gods.” “They’re so beautiful.” You murmured, admiring the paintings on the pottery. By now, Alexios had shifted his attention back to you, pushing his thoughts all the way into the back of his mind as he came to realize that he has subconsciously followed you to the front of a small pottery stand. He watched as you kindly interacted with the clerk, the elder blushing at your beauty and compliment.

“Why thank you! Although my hands and body have begun to age and wrinkle, my passion for art has yet to fade.” You smiled. He watched you for a few moments before briefly turning his attention behind you. There, not far from the two for you, was Phoibe waving her scrawny arms around as she tried hard to get the misthios attention. Chuckling under his breath, the man leaned into your ear, breathing a short, “I’ll be back” before moving away from you. Heading over to the young girl, he gave her a look. 

“How’d it go with Markos?” Phoibe asked. With a small grimace on his face, he replied, ”How it always goes. I didn’t get my money and I’m running another errand for him.” Humming, she settles herself on top of a nearby rock. Crouching to her level, the conversation continues. “Why did you let him boss you around?” Her words earned herself a gentle glare from the older male, “I owe him a debt. From the past.”

“Did you borrow drachmae?” Oh the innocence of youth.

“Not that kind of debt. Few people would take in a runaway they caught thieving. I was just a kid.” Unbeknownst to him, you had accidentally caught his words. 

“Huh. I’m just a kid. And I’ve done pretty good for myself.” Phoibe stated with a sense of pride earning a snort from the man. “What do you want Phoibe?” She looked over to you,” Well, I was going to ask help first but -- who is she?” Her eyes ran down you figure, sparkling with curiosity. Glancing over his shoulder, he couldn’t stop the small smile blooming on his lips as he watched you speak with another civilian. “She is...a friend.” 

“She’s really pretty. Is she nice?” Alexios chuckles. “I only met her yesterday but I believe so. Now, what do you want Phoibe?” Getting back on track, Phoibe continued, ”You know Kausos?” He squinted his eyes in confusion, “The town on the other side of the island? Why?” She answered, ”People there are sick--my friend Kynna is too. There’s a blood fever. They say it’s a curse and that they need help from the gods.” “I told you, I’m not a god.” “But Ikaros--”,”Is a bird.” With an exasperated expression she yelled,” That doesn’t mean you can’t help!” 

There was a moment of silence. It was his hardened expression against her own puppy yet desperate eyes.

She won.

“Agh! All right, I’ll look into it.” With that said, Phoibe let out a grin and a loud ‘Thanks!’ before running away. Sighing, the man ran a large hand over his head, massaging his temples in annoyance. First you and now this. Just how was he to-“Alexios? You okay mate?” Your voice was soft yet clear as you now stood beside him. With a glimpse he could see your concerned expression, your groomed brows knitted together. It was then that an idea struck him.

“(Y/N), since you are from the future, your people must’ve conjured many cures for various illnesses, no?” You gave him a look but nonetheless nodded. “Do you bear any knowledge of your time’s medicine?” “I’m no expert but I do have some knowledge. Although, you have to take into account that medicines are more advanced in my time. What we have, we have because of technology.” He nodded.

“We shall journey to Kausos, a town on the other side of Kephallonia. There is a blood fever. Hopefully, you can help.” 

He had now realized that the two of you have managed to reach the docks. Lightly nudging you, he quietly whispered into your ear, ” 

“Hopefully.” 

Why did you get the feeling that today was going to take a turn for the worse?

...

The journey there was hell. There was no other way to describe it. What you could only imagine once lush and green and full of life and festivities, now seeming barren and full of death and burnt flesh. The putrid smell of corpses and of blood’s iron burning your nostrils to the point that you could barely breathe. Desperately trying to muffle the scent by placing your hand to your nose. And as the horse galloped, you watched the scene around you. Whole structures were burned either to the ground or near to it, smoke billowing out from their interiors in large clouds of black and grey. A pile of bodies, clothed in blood stained fabrics, laid beside the burning buildings, waiting to be cremated. A ring of black surrounded the pile from underneath, the dirt having been scarred from a previous cremation.  

“By the gods, what has happened here?” You heard Alexios mutter under his breath as he took in the scene. Judging by the tone in his voice, you could tell that the sight had, too, taken him by surprise.

You stayed quiet, trying to focus on your breathing rather than the sound of the crows cawing loudly above your heads. It was then that you heard the cry of a man burst through the cawing, it was loud and clear.

“You’re murderers! Murderers!” What? Diverting the horse over to the origin of the voice, Alexios forced the animal to come to a stop right before a small bridge. Helping you come off the saddle, he led you over the bridge and into a situation you never thought you were ever going to be a part of.

 “If the gods won’t help you, the sickness must be destroyed by our hands! We have no choice.” Spoke a man wearing dark clothing and a bow fastened around his torso. Two other men at his either side of him, surrounding what appeared to be a family.

“Help us!” Yelled one of the children as the two of you made your way over to them. His arms bound by rope.

Oh god.

“He won’t let us go!” Shouted the father. 

Keeping your distance, you stayed behind the burly man. Rubbing the palms of your hands together as a way to comfort your hammering heart. Thoughts racing through your head. Alexios was expecting you to somehow save these people, but in all honesty, you had not the slightest clue as to how herbal medicine worked. I mean, you did know just a few things based on videos you had seen on YouTube but nothing that can truly save a person, much less a fucking village. Shit, now panic was setting in and that wouldn’t do any good. Steeling your nerves, you turned your attention to the conversation. Only managing to hear the last few sentences of the man’s explanation.

“...We couldn’t keep up with the bodies. It was spreading --- we had to intervene. “ He said.

“They killed our brothers! Our neighbors!” Countered the father, his wife adding on, “We survived the massacre, but he’ll kill us now!” The man, who you had now realized was most likely a Priest based on the clothing he wore, continued, “The gods have abandoned us. The sick must join the dead f we are to save the living!”

“You burned the whole village?” Alexios asked in disbelief. The Priest looked down in shame before answering,” Many nights were lost praying. We had to take action --- to scorch the blood fever out of Kausos.” 

“Is there no hope for a cure?” The Priest shook his head, letting out an exasperated sigh as he answered,” Nothing has worked. Sacrifice, prayers...” The wife interrupted,” Healers won’t come near us, soldiers won’t let us leave...The gods won’t answer our prayers!” Alexios sighed, shifting his weight to his left as he spoke, “But I know nothing of the plague.”

“There is nothing you can do. If you intervene, I will be forced the defend the gods’ will.” he priest warned. “We aren’t even that sick! We’ll get better!” “Nobody gets better! This is the only way all of Kephallonia will save itself from extermination!” It was then that the Spartan turned to you, his eyes having the slightest glimmer of hope. 

“(Y/N), is there anything you can do? Is there any chance that you can save them?” His voice soft and quiet. It was almost drowned out by the crackle of the fires. 

You gave yourself a moment to think. If this was a virus, then the only thing they could do was ride it out... but....shit, you’re not a doctor. The hell were you suppose to do, much less say? 

You could feel a knot form in your throat, a bubbling sensation blooming within the pits of your stomach --- anxiety. There was a slight tremble to your hands, but why? Why were you feeling this way? This place was a game, no? It had no real consequence, right? No, no that kind of thinking doesn’t apply here, because while to you it will always be a game, you are still quite physically present in it. There are consequences to your actions. There are right and wrong answers. So what now? 

Taking a deep breath in, you briefly looked back up into his own. And with the slightest shake of your head, he knew your answer. 

Sighing, he spoke, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be involved in this.”

“We don’t have to die!” The mother protested. Slamming her bound wrist onto her lap.

You wanted to say something, anything. But nothing would come out. Your lips moved, but not a sound was made. Instead you hid behind Alexios, your lips sealed shut, as he spoke with the priest once more before motioning for the two of you to walk away. It was after ten steps that they’re screams were heard. 

And, as if to add salt to the wound, a lone figure ran up to you.

Phoibe.

“You...you didn’t save them? What about Kynna? She’s my friend!” You felt a tug at your heartstrings upon seeing her heartbroken expression. Alexios, who stood just a foot in front of you, tensed his shoulders. A frown on his face.

“How could I make that-”, noting the increased volume in his voice, you placed a hand to his bicep. Upon feeling your touch, he breathed. “ Listen Phoibe. I know you’re sad about Kynna --- it’s a big loss. But look around you. You want this to be like this everywhere?” He gestured to their surroundings.

The young girl frowned, “No...but maybe Kynna would get better. They could be wrong about her!” “And maybe the sickness would take the family tomorrow. It’s impossible to tell.” The misthios argued.

Folding her arms, Phoibe looked to the ground, “I hope you’re right.”

You didn’t know what compelled you to speak, you just knew you had to say something to the young girl. Licking your lips, you kneeled down to her height. A saddened look on your own face.

“Phoibe, I know we have just met but...sometimes, good people die. No matter how much we don’t like it.“ She stared at you for a moment, her eyes flickering about your face. It was a only a moment later that she allowed herself to lean closer to you.

“I know...I just wish it wasn’t true.” And with that, she walked away.

Watching her figure slowly dwindle to nothing but a mere shadow, you breathed. The smoke still burning the inside of your nostrils. 

“Alexios?” “Yes?” “Let’s...let’s go...please.” Your voice quieter than the occasional breeze. You heard him grunt, “ Of course.”

Realization didn’t come quick. 

It was only after you had mounted onto the house, with your hands gripping tightly onto his armor, that the realization came to you.

You had killed someone. Rather indirectly, but still.

Innocent blood was on your hands.

How did it come to this? You were but a student just a day ago. 

How did everything change so quick? So...in the blink of an eye?

Alexios would never tell you, but he could feel your tears dampen his clothing.

...

(A/N): Sorry this took so long, I’m still trying to figure out how I want this story to play out and for how long.

Hope you enjoyed!