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[javiersprincess]

tags: 18+ minors dni / fem reader / fingering / reader is mexican / spanish / religious imagery / aftercare / hinted virginity loss / penetration /2.6k/ pwp - let me know if i miss something.

synopsis: javier escuella feels an all encompassing desire to have you. you feel it too, maybe even more.

Javier laughs into your lips, you are kissing him with the reverence of the faithful. You kiss sweetly, gently with the undercut of hunger he is all too happy to sate. Your form is soft beneath his hands, flesh pillabe like the strings on his guitar and the trigger of his revolver - the hollow of his palms filled with the curve of your hips. Javier nips at your lip until he can hear you hiss from the sting among your sighs from the pleasure of having him suck on your tongue.

“I can’t believe you - all I did was kiss you,” he stops to puff a breathe against your lips snickering at the dazed look on your face and the glistening spit on your lips, “and now you’re letting me fuck you.”

You whine, high and embarrassed but so unbearably needy and pressing yourself up against him like a cat in heat. There’s a little gold necklace threaded along the slopes of your collar - it glints against your untouched and unblemished skin like a comet, looping along your form in a circle until completion where it stays in perpetual orbit. Javier doesn’t know if he should be jealous of the thin necklace or not.

Your nightgown is off, spread out on the ground and Javier’s eyes are caught on the pendant that holds the face of La Virgen that glints in the lowlight of his tent - his eyes meet hers and he feels a shiver against his spine. Of course she would be there, looped above your too-good heart and appearing before him. It almost pains him to touch you, the holiness of your skin burning his palms that are too greedy to stay away.

You gasp his name and it brings him back to you - it brings his lips to your chest and you sigh as your hands twist on the fabric of his shirt clad shoulders like you are scared to touch him. You still have your bloomers, the white cotton stark against his tan hands and he presses another kiss right above your heart as it stutters tucked away in your ribs.

“Esta bien hermosa - you can touch me.” The pet name makes you tremble, whining when the word graces your flushed ears. Hermosa, meaning beautiful or gorgeous in the language your mother would sing you to when you were a girl. Your nostalgia brings desperation and it only serves to make you needier, wanting for more of the man above you like how priests desire the light of God. You think of that ill-stricken Reverend that wanders this camp and something aches in your chest as you let your hands go over the curve of his shoulders and anchor yourself there. Teeth aching with each suck on your tongue you don’t notice it when your bloomers are off until the brisk cool night breeze dances on your bare thighs. The skin there is hot and growing more so when he lets his hands settle on the smooth skin.

It’s almost comical how perfectly you fit in his roughed hands, his callouses from his knife so seamlessly accepted by the plush of your thighs. Like the velvet cushions rich men sit in their gilded train cars and golden stagecoaches. You go from velvet to wet silk with simple touches and you moan something sweetly into his ear as his face goes to your chest and his hands in between your thighs. The backs of his knuckles tease the wetness of your slick that leaks like honey and Javier lets his lips kiss the bud of your nipple softly but not without letting his teeth have their own kiss at the edge to make you whine.

“You are so wet, leaking for me - you’ll make a mess on my pants mi amor.” His teasing is endless and you can hear that smile you see whenever you blink. You jumble out a half-assed apology and it makes Javier laugh at you again. He must have you in quite the state if it’s making your perfectly trained manners fall off like wool when faced with sheep shears. His fingers have made their way to where you are the most needy - letting them pet along the slit and cup at your mound. You moan his name, oh so, softly when he squeezes gently, cradling your most delicate part the same way he cradles the neck of his guitar.

“Javi - please, please.” The shortened version of his name makes him grin, shivering pleasantly at how affection given only to him melts into his ears like syrup.

“Ya se, ya se. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you tonight.” Dark eyes are wicked at how they glint in the low orange light of his tent as he lets one finger slip in. He reclines himself back so he can watch how you take him.

Javier does not profess how he would take care of you every night for the rest of the nights you have in your life.

You whine thinly into the air, and it makes him hiss at how tight you are around his one finger.

“Relax, chiquita - I can’t take care of you when you’re all tense like this. Shh, shh,” he murmurs to you and in return you whine with a nod; pliable and sweet for him as you let your legs shuffle more open, working on letting him in and letting him deeper. One finger turns to two, and they curl into you cruelly without respite for how you weep and sniffle at the pleasure he tugs from you like music from his guitar strings. Your mouth is hanging open, drool shining on your lips as you let out thin little sounds.

You feel full, and pleasure dances along your spine as his thumb plays with the glimmering pearl of your clit. You whine - no sing his name like gospel and it makes something inside his stomach preen like a peacock.

Javier is dedicated, giving you an even pace and deep curls of his fingers to make you soft and loose for him. Dark brown eyes watch you with the precision of a predator - eagerly taking in how sweat drips down the middle of your breasts and how your jaw drops to make out little pants of his name just for him to hear. His fingers do just enough to bring you to the edge, and you stutter over your words as you push at his wrist with the desperation that is unbecoming of you. Etiquette and education are long gone from your mind as you beg him with an addled mind.

“Please, please not - not like that,” you stutter and let out soft little moans in between each word as Javier remains unmoved; letting his fingers stay inside you at their same pace, dark brown eyes taking in how even this almost makes you weep in pleasure. His cock stirs in his jeans at how it will be when he’s inside of you, filling you well beyond anything you’ve ever had.

“No, like this - it will hurt if you don’t cum now.” He mutters, voice thick with lust as he watches your hips twitch and jump when you have begun to hit the highest peak of your pleasure. Your body is eager for his fingers, tightening and fluttering around them as you leak down to his palm. Javier goes to shush you but you’re a good girl he realizes, watching you with a grin at how your hands shoot up to your mouth to muffle your long winded whines when you crash and cum for him. His voice is soft, reassuring you as you ride out your pleasure with the trembling of your hips and the quickened rising falls of your chest.

“Just like that - like that. There you go, there you go. Cum for me, give me this one and I’ll give you another.” He promises you, his accent thick as he watches your eyes go dark and unfocused as you burn with hot desire for him until he hears your broken voice mumble; “There’s more?”

He laughs. Teasingly, adoringly, lovingly and so many other words he can’t quite say.

“Si mi vida, there is always more with me. That I can promise you.”

Again, he laughs at the way he feels you twitch around his fingers that have stilled inside at the prospect of what more entails. He won’t admit to how his cock twitches in time with you tucked away in his pants.

You whine at the idea, hot at the image of being filled with all of him and whine again when his fingers slip out of you. Gossamer strands of your cum follow them, only to break and splatter along the inside of your flushed thighs. Javier smiles the same charming smile as when he sings and soothes you by rubbing your thigh with one hand while the other goes to undo his belt buckle.

You don’t see the length of him, only feel the heat of him against the petals of your cunt and it’s enough for you to yelp like some poor animal caught in a trap. Javier is bent over you, the build of his slim body covering you with his elbow supporting him above your head, eyes attuned to the half lit scene before him. You, sweating enough to make strands of your hair stick your flushed face with your eyes half lidded and mouth parted. His hips move without him thinking, coating his length in your glimmering release and rubbing against your still sensitive clit that it makes you flinch - mewling his name in a wet and defeated tone that makes him huff in half fondness-half teasing.

“Javi-” you whine, hotter than you have ever been and voice cracking when the head of his cock brushes past your entrance and makes its way in. You gasp into his mouth, one hand coming to cover your eyes and the other gripping at the fabric of his shoulder. Javier sighs against your lips and kisses you to muffle his own noises - higher pitched than he’d like to admit they are lost in between your two mouths as you take another inch of him. He is long, he knows this and you are tight ; tighter than anyone else he’s ever been with due to your lack of experience so he is slow with you despite how he wants to devour you entirely with one stroke.

Javier is tactical when he wants to be and is more than practical when he has to be so he controls himself, letting you have him inch by torturous inch. You are panting, throwing your head back in a way that lets him catch the tears that make it down your cheek and are uncovered by your hand. With one hand he bats away yours until your face - glistening and flushed is revealed to him as your mouth shines with drool from pleasure. His thumb goes to wipe away a tear and you move to feel the warmth of him more closely.

“Why are you crying hermosa, hm?” He asks you, sighing at how you take more of him so sweetly. You don’t respond only squealing and squeezing around him as you lose more of yourself on his cock. Half of him is seated inside you, enough for you to moan his name brokenly as you beg for more despite you wincing when he moves. Javier grunts and stops, letting the half of him that’s inside you stay still to let you breathe

“You can,” you pant, “you can put the whole thing in - please, please put it in.” You beg, and a thrill goes up his spine at the idea of seeing you weep from his cock being too much runs across his mind before he pushes it to the side. You are far too sweet, too delicate to be treated so roughly by him. You aren’t a working girl he can forget about come morning but the woman he wants to wake up to, which is why it’s easy for him to do what he thinks to be best.

He denies you.

“No, this is -” he sighs deeply at the way you feel around him - slick and wet and wanting for him to give you more until it aches. “This is enough. You’ll take the rest next time.” You whine at the thought and whine again when he pulls his slim hips back to fuck you like that. He gives you slow, careful thrusts with the hand that cradles your face sneaking down to rub at your pulsing clit with gentle precision. It’s almost too much for you, he notes and he feels bad that the sight of you weeping on half his cock, losing your mind with your eyes glassy from tears is doing it more for him than anything else.

You’ve always been a proper girl, ever since he saw you on your horse in the snow of Colter looking at him with the sweetest eyes framed by snowflakes. There’s a sick pleasure tugging at his stomach at how he has you now, manners gone and all you are now is debauched and drunk on him. It’s almost enough to make him finish and clearly it’s enough to get you there too by the way you weep out the little nickname you gave him.

“Javi, Javi, ’m going to -” He cuts you off with a punched out exhale, grinding his molders to keep from cumming inside by how you keep tightening around him like a vice.

“Go let go for me, mi amor - you’ve been so good.” With that you break, voice so ruined it cracks when you whine out babbles of precious thank yous in his ear as you come to completion a second and last time for the night. It’s painful, the last drag he gets of your cunt before he tugs at his sticky and slick cock to shoot his spend against the mound of your cunt. The sight of him dripping down to your twitching lower half more than makes up for it and he is more than willing to bend back over you to press gentle kiss after kiss on your panting lips. Your eyes had fluttered close and you babbled mindlessly under his gentle touches as you slowly came back down to look up at him with blearily eyes. Javier smiles at you with all the tenderness of the world when you wrap your arms around his neck - he manages to settle on his side with you in his arms and you tuck your face into his neck. You nuzzle the skin and sight softly, eyes red and half lidded tired from all he has pulled for you. Javier is soft with you, spoiling you by letting his nails scratch your scalp the way you like.

“Rest mi vida, I’ll clean you up.” he murmurs into your hair, presses a kiss to the crown of your head. You hum, murmur his name and a soft little confession of love before your eyes slip shut. You shiver when the soft fabric of a pocket square wipes at the mess of your swollen cunt and whine when you are moved to have your nightgown pulled over your head. Through your fussing Javier remains gentle, whispering praise as he settles you to his chest to sleep. When you awake you’ll be faced with teasing you thought you were quiet enough to avoid but that can wait. Now your eyes are heavy and Javier’s heartbeat is soothing - anything else can wait as for now you want for nothing else.

[thedeviltohisangel]

For A Fortnight There We Were (One Shot): It Fit Too Right

a/n: welcome to my all the things i did metaverse. please meet evelyn, a hollywood a-lister who falls in love with her co-star callum turner while filming masters of the air. this will most likely be a request based series so send them all in! would also love to flush out this relationship more with you guys through asks and chats. let me know what you think!!

He stood in the doorway of their hotel suite with a smile as he watched one person tug the corset of her gown tighter, another brush powder across her cheeks and a third place her hair over her shoulder in a meticulous manner. 

“I promise we’re almost done, baby.” 

“Don’t rush perfection on my account,” he said with a smile as he took a few steps into the room. “Let me help, love.” Callum grabbed the pair of heels from her stylist and dropped to one knee, Evelyn steadying herself on his shoulder as he slipped on one shoe and then the other. He kissed up her leg for good measure as she giggled, standing with a matching smile as she pulled him in for a kiss.

“People might get the wrong idea. You being on one knee like that.” In reality, he was just waiting for her to say she was ready and he’d be on one knee with a ring in hand in an instant. 

“The right idea you mean.” Evelyn blushed as her team began to filter out of the room. There was always a moment before every event that the two of them wanted time to themselves. They had gotten used to picking up the tempo for when it was arriving. “One day,” he followed up with a whisper. 

“One day. Soon.” He felt something blossom in his chest at her words. “Help me with my necklace?” The gold chain held a dainty C charm and fit perfectly snug around her neck as he clasped it securely.

“Gave you this necklace almost two years ago. So much has changed since then.” Yet so much had also stayed the same. They were still in each other’s orbit, circling the sun together and happy to live in this pattern for the rest of eternity. 

“And we finally get to show the world our love story.” Callum wrapped his arms around her from behind and they swayed gently to the song playing in his head. “Tracy told me there’s already stories lined up about the timeline of it all. About the overlap of still being legally married and filming the show and meeting you.” Her publicist warned her as soon as the premiere was scheduled that all the questions were going to get dragged up again. The accusations and the whispers of infidelity.

“I know the truth and you know the truth, Ev. That’s all that fucking matters.” The truth was that her marriage was a disaster the entire last year. The fights about his job and her job and fertility issues and the occasional bump of coke all mixing into a toxic sludge she was still working her way through years later.

“You’ll punch anyone who asks on the carpet or on the press tour?” She looked at him over her shoulder. 

“With a smile on my face,” Callum answered with a pucker of his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Begrudgingly, she untangled herself from his arms and interlocked their fingers together in its place. He squeezed tight as they took the elevator down to the lobby with their security, her other hand wrapping around his wrist for two anchor points at the sight of the paparazzi waiting for them on the sidewalk. 

“Evelyn! Callum! Look to the left!

“To the right, guys, come on a little smile please!”

“Callum, how about a kiss?”

His hand landed on the small of her back as he helped her into the waiting SUV before sliding in next to her. Evelyn collapsed as the door shut. “Fucking brutal,” she muttered.

“I’m hoping they get what they want at the carpet and they can leave us alone when we get back tonight.” He reached for her hand and held it in his lap. “What are my lanes in the road for touching you tonight?” 

“Are you feeling particularly handsy tonight, Mr. Turner?” she asked with a smirk as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed across each knuckle. 

“That dress is an inspiration.” She leaned in with a giggle and kissed him square on the mouth. 

“Then make sure everyone there tonight knows that.” His eyebrows raised on their own accord. 

“Yeah? You mean that?” Normally, she was much more reserved. Making him settle for longing stares and soft, hidden smiles and subtle allusions to each other. She hid from all the attention and let her work speak for itself. 

“Maybe…maybe the part of me that always wants to hide should work on healing herself tonight.” It also had been a piece of homework from her therapist this week. 

“Okay. Okay, yeah, we’ll work on it tonight. Together.” 

“Together,” she reiterated as he kissed her hand again and then her lips. 

“You make me so happy. No matter what.” 

“You make me happiest,” she laughed as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and left a few kisses there. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

----

The ride was over all too quickly, the SUV idling at the start of the carpet and the sounds of muffled screaming and yelling reaching their ears instantly. Ever since their relationship had been made public, there had been attention on them like neither had ever experienced. 

She had been called a cheater, he had been called a social climber. Accusations of adultery and a months-long affair behind her husband’s back and questions on how valid Callum’s feelings could be as a less well-known star than her. Hell, Howard Stern had straight up asked her on his radio show how it felt to have power over the person she was in a relationship with when she had been so powerless previously. Callum certainly hadn’t taken kindly to the implication. 

Quarantine had been the perfect bubble for their love to take root and flourish. Had insulated them from the outside world as long as possible and allowed her walls to come down. They were built up so high after her failed marriage. Reinforced as her mind worked through the mental fuckery of falling in love with your co-star. Evelyn hadn’t known where she began and the character ended for the longest time but she knew in her heart she wanted to figure it out with him. 

The roar reached a fever pitch as Callum stepped out of the car, buttoned his jacket and waved to a group of fans on the side. He waited for her, watched her take a deep breath and square her shoulders before she took his outstretched hand and stepped out of the vehicle. 

Her movie star smiled flitted across her face easily as their fingers interlocked and her own hand raised in a wave before letting her boyfriend slot his lips against hers to the delight of the camera flashes. 

“Let’s do a couple autographs before interviews.” Her publicist gently pressed on the small of her back to guide in the direction of glossy photographs and posters and an endless sea of markers.

Evelyn smiled warmly as she let go of his hand and began to scrawl her name across various posters of her in Targaryen garb or an old military uniform or the occasional photo she had taken with a fan previously that they were now adding her penmanship to.

“Can I get a selfie?”

“Yeah of course!” She smiled with as many fans as she could and let them take a few photos to choose from before she was getting the signal it was time to keep it moving. “Thanks for coming!” Evelyn blew a few kisses to the crowd before Callum had her hand right back in his for the ensuing carpet walk. 

“Ev, you want to go first?” Tracy asked as she was beginning to urge her to the first photomark. She hit the X and did her best to look at the cameras like she wanted to fuck them. Those were normally the only shots that kept their hunger sated and kept from yelling too explicitly at her the rest of the night. 

She looked over her shoulder and watched Callum smile and show off his suit like it was second nature and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to look at the photos later to see just how in love she was in this moment. He took her extended hand with a mischievous smile, falling in love all over again with this side of her that he knew well but she kept hidden from the outside world. 

“Let me get the two of you looking to the right!”

“Put your hands on her, mate!” “Look right at the camera with a smile, Evelyn!”

Callum furrowed his brow and wrapped his arm around her waist a little tighter as they kept fighting for a piece of them. They had both worked so hard to keep this one corner of their lives sacred and private but they couldn’t stay that way forever. Especially when they were trying to promote the show that brought them together in the first place. 

“You good?” he asked, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Hold my hand the rest of the carpet?”

“Of course, love.” Their eyes stayed locked together as he kissed the back of her hand and they made their way towards the first interviewer. 

“It’s so good to see you guys again!”

“It’s good to see you too! It’s been a minute,” Evelyn replied.

“Last time I saw you, Callum, you were with George Clooney which is a hard interview companion to top-”

“Oh, I’ve done it. This one’s my companion for life.” She couldn’t help but blush at his forwardness. “This show brought so many beautiful people to my life and introduced me to this incredible story of these men and the sacrifices they made for us but I’ll never be able to articulate what meeting this woman and falling in love with her has done for me and the honor that has truly been.” 

“This is why my team is always trying to keep us separate in front of a microphone because we always get a little in our feels about each other.” Evelyn rested her cheek against his chest.

“Tell me about that. You guys film this show and feel some vibes and then the premiere gets delayed for two years. Does this add to the nervousness or does it add to the excitement?”

“Definitely both,” Evelyn teases, “the characters are real people, real heroes, so there is such a desire to make sure the story is told in the most accurate, thankful way. Part of making sure that happened was fully devoting ourselves to the relationship between these two and to discover something real in the process was a really happy accident.” Her hand rested on his cheek and he kissed her palm, looking at her like she was the only girl in the entire world. For him she was.

“We had the opportunity to meet their children and grandchildren which was such a blessing because on paper I was skeptical, it seemed written for the movies, but they had letters and pictures and stories that really showed these two loved each other in a magical way their entire lives.”

“And what’s next for you two? I hear rumors we may see you, Ms. Shaw, in a movie about sand and worms…” Evelyn laughed. 

“I hear Austin Butler loves worms so you should ask him. I know nothing about a movie with those themes.” She mimed sealing her lips and throwing away the key. The interviewer looked to Callum for help.

“Hey, I know even less than you do. This one’s a steel trap.” 

“Alright, I’m getting the signal that the most in demand people on this carpet tonight are needing to move along. Have the best night ever you two!” They both offered their thanks before a team of security and assistants collapsed ranks around them as they moved down the carpet. 

“How’d we do, Trace?” Callum asked as he swung their interlocked hands back and forth. 

“You were on your best behavior. Thank you.” Evelyn was a typical client for a publicist. Did good work and got high profile projects, never caused controversy in an interview but had some skeletons in her closet. Evelyn always did exactly as she asked and took her advice as gospel. Her boyfriend on the other hand was all boisterous and laughed and sang and had not a care in the world. He wanted to hold her and kiss and let the whole world know he was in love with her and scream it from the rooftops. 

“I see Mr. Butler!” Evelyn pointed directly ahead to the tall blonde man taking photos with Barry. “Oh, and Barry! I haven’t seen him recently enough to ask about bathwater.”

“Look who it is! My first and second wheel!” Austin lifted her up and spun her around before greeting Callum. “You two walking together?” While he was very familiar with their PDA behind closed doors, it was rare to see it out in the open. 

“This is as close to her accepting a proposal as I’m gonna get, mate.” Ev rolled her eyes and turned to get in between them for the row of photographers currently screaming at them. She is safe in between the two of them. Had needed every ounce of it when she had arrived on set all those years ago. 

She knew Callum had a ring tucked away somewhere safe. Knew he was dying with every passing day to make things between them official forever. She meant soon when she had said it earlier. 

Evelyn looked up at him as the camera continued to blind her and she tuned them out. She smiled and he smiled right back. “I love you,” he whispered so it existed just between the two of them. 

“I love you, too. So much.” 

Yes. Soon indeed.

[vir-bellanaris]

Tendrils of green mist swirled around the two lone figures framed within ancient broken ruins. The smaller of the two reaching to find purchase amongst the furs the other wore upon his chest.

"I did not wish for you to see what I've been forced to become."

"Forced by whom? Yourself? You have real people here who care for you!"

"Stop. You cannot understand."

Stung, Lavellan drew in her chin. "Evidently neither can you." She continued to grasp his shoulders. She wanted to shake him, rattle his brain around a bit in that damnably hard head of his. "You said yourself I saw more than most. There has to still be some part of the man I fell in love with left."

"Vhenan." The word spoken like second nature still cuts deep. Both of them flinch involuntarily. His hands finally find her arms, holding a moment before firmly pressing them away. "You cannot dissuade me from this course."

"That's not why I'm here." Lavellan refuses to accept his rebuttal, she cups his face instead, trying to embrace him like grasping at smoke. "You call me 'your heart', even now, and yet you try to distance yourself as far from me as possible. Solas..." She tugs his face closer, their eyes seeking the depths of the other. "I refuse to give up on you."

He doesn't offer an answer.

His hands seek her wrists, gripping for a moment as though to push her away yet he stills and rests there, holding her to him. His lips part, wishing to speak, but they both know no words can do justice to the depths of emotion they've both waded through.

She takes in a slow lungful of air, feeling his warm breath mingle with her own. Her thumbs stroke over the sharp angle of his cheekbones, across the freckles smattered on fair skin like stars.

Her eyes fill with tears.

"Don't." His voice breaks on the pleading word, his arms encircling her body, holding her to him as she fights to remain poised.

"You're such an ass."

"I know."

"Why must you push me away only to linger in the periphery of my life?"

Solas presses his forehead against hers, his nose brushing against hers. "You know why." His hands grasp the curve of her waist, pulling her closer. "You are my weakness, my love. The one thing in this world that came close to toppling all my careful plans."

"Solas..."

"I thought I could rend the connection between us as surely as I will the Veil." His next breath is shuddering, his hands flex against her. "I've failed in that as well."

Her hands still cup his face, unable to school her desperation for some glimmer of hope for them. She pulls back enough to study his expression, the dark circles beneath eyes the color of a dusky eve. "I love you."

"I know, vhenan."

"But it isn't enough."

"No. It is not." He takes her hand, the one that bore the anchor, and kisses the palm. "Understand what I must do will never change how I love you."

She grasps his hand like a lifeline, her eyes growing wide with desperation. "Solas, please. Don't leave me."

He presses the leatherbound wolf jaw necklace into the palm he'd just kissed. "I will forever be with you, my heart."

It was always easier for him in the Fade.

[aniesvision]

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𐂃 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔

I fix my lipstick one last time and smile at my reflection in the mirror. I looked nice and it had been a while since I'd been out partying, so all I wanted was to attract a bit of attention and enjoy my evening. To be specific, I wanted a not-so-random look on me.

Ever since I met the famous Sturniolo triplets, I've felt that something was missing from my relationship with Matt. We got along well, we flirted jokingly, we looked at each other all the time, it was as if it was obvious that there was a certain tension, but neither of us ever did anything about it.

I intended to change that, and I had strategically prepared myself, knowing that he'd like what he was going to see. I got into my car, started it and drove down the street to the address of the party.

The place was full of people, some laughing with cups in their hands, others smoking, the usual cliché of any house party.

I pushed my way through the others, doing what I could to get inside the house without having my clothes ruined by spilled alcohol.

It didn't take long for me to find the youngest brother, Chris, anchored to the fridge while reaching for an unopened can of Pepsi.

-Hey! Where're the boys? —I asked, making him look at me and smile.

We gave each other a quick hug and he took me with him to his brothers, who were in the backyard with a small circle of friends.

Immediately, before I was even 100% in Matt's field of vision, I felt his gaze on me. He scanned me from bottom to top, trying to be discreet, but with a smirk on his lips that made me want to jump into his lap and kiss him all night.

He looked absurdly handsome, wearing black pants from Chris's collection, white airforces, a basic black shirt and his usual silver necklace with a horse pendant. And the same old earrings.

I greeted everyone in the circle, leaving Matt for last on purpose. Our hug was a little longer, but nothing out of the ordinary. I stood next to him, adjusting my purse on my shoulder as I looked around and tried my best to ignore his gaze on me.

-You look beautiful. —He said, almost in a whisper, close to my ear, making me shiver.

Before I could reply, a smile was already on my face and I looked at him shyly, which was a bad thing. I shouldn't be so affected by a simple sentence, especially when he was just a friend.

I decide to get myself a drink, nothing alcoholic because I'm driving, but just to clear my throat. I fill a cup with an energy drink and take a few sips before walking back through the crowd of people in the house.

I returned to the backyard, meeting Matt's gaze again, but was stopped before I could reach him. A random guy with black hair and green eyes approached me with compliments and small talk that I wasn't in the mood for until I looked back at Matt and saw his jaw clenched.

He watched me as if my every move would determine the rest of the night, and now I felt the same way. There's nothing wrong with a little teasing, specially if it's finally going to change things between the two of us.

-Yeah, I'm single. —That was the only answer I gave the boy in front of me, making sure to say it loud enough for Matt to hear as well, considering he wasn't so far away.

He was doing everything he could not to get out of there and come over here to tell this guy to fuck off, I could see it in his frustrated look. At this point he wasn't even trying to hide or disguise his jealousy anymore, and it was funny to me that I was able to affect him like that.

I let the guy talk a little longer and get a little closer, but before our lips met I pulled away and made some excuse to go back into the house. He tried to follow me, but an arm around my waist made him think again.

-She's not available. —Matt's serious and firm, though still soft, voice stopped the green-eyed man from coming any closer.

I smile when I see Matt's annoyed face, leading me through the crowd to a mostly empty hall and opening a few doors until he found an empty bathroom and locked us in.

I look into his eyes, which are almost completely black from the dilated pupils, and make the best confused face while leaning against the sink.

-What was that? —I ask, almost sounding innocent, feeling his hands place themselves on either side of my body.

-What was that? —He repeats, sarcastically, with a scoff.

-Were you really going to let that guy kiss you? —He asks, looking irritated.

His angry face made him even more attractive than usual. I let my hands wander down his arms, staring at his tattoos in the process.

-Can't I let a cute guy kiss me? —My voice comes out low, seductive, and I focus on his eyes once again.

He's looking at me intently, his breathing already faster than usual. His hands find my hips, squeezing them tightly and lowering his body to the right level to whisper in my ear.

-Only I can flirt with you like that. —Our bodies cling to each other and my nails instinctively dig into his skin, leaving light red marks on his arms.

-If you don't want other guys flirting with me, you better make me yours. —I say, making him smile and place one of his hands on my face, moving his thumb to my bottom lip and scanning every detail of my face with his gaze.

-You're already mine.

His sentence was definitive enough to put an end to any doubts, and finally our lips met in a kiss that at first was delicate, soft and full of feelings, but soon became urgent.

His kisses went down to my neck, exploring the whole area and making my breathing become irregular, releasing the air through my mouth in sighs of pleasure.

It wasn't long before we were kissing again, enjoying every second that hadn't happened before. My free hand went down his body, finding the hem of his shirt and lifting it slightly, indicating that he should take it off, which he did. Soon enough we were both just on our underwears, desperate to feel more.

-I really liked your outfit, but you look much better without it. —Matt said, looking me up and down.

Running a hand down my body, he lightly brushed his fingers across my still-covered pussy so he could feel just how wet I already was.

A smile showed on his face and he kissed me again, going down to my neck, unclasping my bra and moving on to my breasts. He left wet kisses, running his tongue over my nipples and squeezing my boobs, leaving purple marks.

His mouth moved down my body, stopping when he reached the hem of my panties. He looked at me as if to ask permission and I nodded in affirmation. He carefully removed my panties and first ran his fingers around my clit, quickly kneeling in front of me and moving one of my legs to his shoulder.

His eyes never left mine when his mouth found my pussy. His tongue ran from top to bottom, zigzagged and moved in circles, making me moan loudly, not even caring that someone could hear it if they were nearby.

-Matt! Oh my God, don't stop. —His name sounded like a melody from my lips and it only made him go faster.

Just as I was about to reach my climax, he slipped two of his fingers into me, moving them at the same speed as his tongue. His name came out of my mouth as a moan and inspired him to continue, my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and my head falling back in pleasure was all it took for me to reach my high and come in his mouth.

-You taste so fucking good. —He says, taking his fingers out of me and licking them clean with a smile on his face. I smiled back, helping him up and taking off his boxers.

-My turn to taste you. —I say, getting down on my knees and taking his cock in one hand, leaving the other on his thigh, scratching it lightly.

He looks at me with desire and holds my hair in a makeshift ponytail. I run my tongue lightly all over his dick, hearing him sigh, and then I kitty lick the tip, engulfing him without any warning.

I started sucking on it, bobbing my head to take in all I could fit. I could feel his hand pressing down on my head to make me go deeper and from time to time moans escaped his mouth, like a melody I'd like to hear forever.

I continued sucking him and playing with his balls with my free hand while the other stroked the rest of his member that I couldn't take into my mouth. With no warning, Matt comes down my throat, making me swallow every drop of the warm liquid.

I stand up, running my thumb around the corner of my mouth and sucking it clean. Matt turns me around in a sudden movement, making me look at myself in the mirror with my breasts resting on the cold sink and my ass tilted towards his body.

He holds all my hair in one hand and with the other he teases my pussy with his tip.

-You're going to look at me while I'm fucking you so you'll understand that I'm the only one who can flirt with you, kiss you and make you feel good.

He says, before thrusting all of him in at once. The sensation made me almost scream in shock and pleasure, and my eyes soon met Matt's in the reflection of the mirror. He looked so hot with that serious face, and after making that speech all I wanted to do was kiss him and tell him that I had always been his.

Matt continued to fuck me hard, making me almost hit my head on the mirror with the force of his thrusts. My moans came out freely and he pulled my hair every time I got distracted and lost his gaze, forcing me to open my eyes again and watch him fucking me.

A pitchy moan leaves my lips as his hand gets in contact with my ass harshly, for sure leaving a red mark, and he continues spanking it for a while, making tears form in the corners of my eyes. I could feel my legs shaking and I knew my orgasm was coming.

He didn't stop thrusting into me until I was cumming on his cock, and that seemed to be all it took for him to cum too, as I could feel his liquid filling me.

My eyes were closed as I tried to catch my breath and he grabbed pieces of toilet paper for us to wipe ourselves with. After we'd put our clothes back on and looked presentable enough, Matt grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him.

-I mean it, I want you to be mine.

I smile when I hear it, my heart still beating fast. I knew tonight was going to change something in our dynamic, but I didn't know he felt the same, that he wanted to be together as much as I wanted to.

-I'm already yours, Matt.

He smiles back, giving me a sweet delicate kiss that didn't match at all the rough persona he was just a second ago. I let out a laugh and he looked at me as he unlocked the bathroom door.

-I'm going to have to make you jealous more often if you're going to react like that every time.

Matt rolls his eyes, but with a smile on his face, and interlaces our fingers, leading me out of the bathroom with him.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Chasing Away the Cold

The ship swayed gently as it rested, at anchor. Doe lay on her bed in the bright cabin that was hers alone, gazing at the trinkets on the shelf: several pretty shells, a cut ruby and gold necklace that had been a gift, a music box. It was eerily silent; the crew had disembarked, but she was tired of land, wanted the gentle hush of the sea. It made her heart full to know she was trusted to care for the Sanguine Shadow, a little flare of light in her chest that kept her warm on this cold night. Through the porthole, she spied a drift of white lifted on the chill air.

A gentle knock pulled her from her reverie. 'Lass?'

'Come in,' she said, shifting onto her side as the door opened to reveal Gale, snow melting in his hair. 'Hello, you. I thought you were having a well earned drink and a dance.'

'Ah,' he said, smiling sheepishly at her as he shrugged out of his coat. 'A siren pulled me back. Have you seen her?'

'Hmm,' said Doe, tapping her bottom lip thoughtfully. 'She was in the captain's quarters last, I believe- hey!' She squealed as Gale pulled her from her bed to kiss her. He held her by the waist, close and gentle. It was sweet and smouldering, his kiss, like embers and yielding ripe fruit on the tongue. She melted into his embrace and felt him grin against her, dipping his head to kiss her throat.

'Not tonight,' he rasped softly. 'If you don't mind.'

'I don't,' she agreed. 'It's a cold night, after all.'

As if to emphasise her point, the wind picked up to a howl outside, the whirl of snow thickening and beginning to settle. She shivered in her thin shift. Gale smiled sympathetically, grasping the thin material in his warm hands and lifting it over her head to reveal her body, gooseprickled with cold.

'Poor thing,' he breathed, tipping forward to claim her mouth again, his hot tongue slipping between her lips, his breath in her mouth, a hand moving to gently cup the back of her head, kneading in soothing circles. They fell back on the bed and he covered her body, trailing kisses over jaw and neck and chest; he was focused, lips and tongue drawing sighs from her, leaving marks of possession on her skin for the captain to find- and try to best- later.

'Gale-' she said breathily, her hands tugging at his hair gently as he suckled a nipple, drawing it to a hard peak. When he looked up to meet her eyes, his gaze was hungry, the fire in those dark depths stoked to a blaze, but still adoring.

'A little warmer, lass?' He smiled at her blush; she was thawing under his skilled touch. Smoothing a hand along her skin to rest at her throat, the heavy coolness of his rings strangely soothing to her, he turned his attention to her other breast, groaning into her skin as her breath caught. He knew the map of her body well enough, but allowed her hands to guide his head down the soft rise of her belly. His kisses there tickled; she giggled and he only peppered her with more, laughing up at her with sparkling mischief in his gaze.

'Beautiful songbird,' he chuckled, nuzzling at her skin. 'You have such an infectious, wicked little laugh.'

'It's the wicked company,' she replied, grinning. 'Something about a scoundrel pirate...'

He raised a brow, smirking. 'What have you heard?'

'Oh, lots of things,' she said, writhing as he licked at her inner thigh. In response, he tsked and gripped her thighs with both hands, keeping her still. 'For one thing- he's a bit of a control freak.'

His eyes glittered at that. He pulled her down the bed, closer to his mouth, laughing darkly when she yelped. 'Hmmm. What else?'

'He's very attentive.'

'Mmhm.' He smirked into her skin, pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses higher and higher, going slowly, teasing and thorough.

'Anything else, lass?' he whispered, breath ghosting over her clit.

'He's very good,' she croaked, mouth suddenly dry.

Gale closed his eyes and moaned softly at the praise, finally lowering his head to put soft lips and skilled tongue to work. He remained slow, relishing the waves of heat rolling off her, the soft cries from her mouth, her hands gathering his hair in her fists in an effort to ground herself. He lifted her, hooked his arms beneath her thighs to ensure no escape, stayed attuned to the trembling of her body and the tension he was building. When her breathing grew fast and shallow, he pulled back for the briefest moment.

'Doe,' he growled. 'Let go.'

The command sent her falling into pleasure; tears rolled down her cheeks and she screamed his name as he worked her into a second, finally pulling away with her arousal over mouth and bearded chin. He licked his lips, catlike and smug.

'You're wearing too many clothes,' she said as he rose to kiss her. He pressed her into the mattress, hands cupping either side of her neck.

'Hmm. And what do you plan to do about that, little siren?'

It was his turn to yelp in surprise as she flipped them, straddling him as her hands went to his crisp blue linen shirt. Her legs still trembled; Gale's hands went to her hips to steady her as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders. She pressed small soft kisses into his chest and shoulders, licked up his neck with a devouring tongue, tugged at his earlobe with her teeth and drew a feral snarl from him.

'You're so good,' she said between kisses, nosing at his jaw. 'Such a sweet boy.' Her hand stroked downward to unlace his trousers and she shifted so he could shimmy out of them, dropping to her knees beside the bed.

'Careful lass,' he warned. 'Keep talking like that and I won't get to be inside you before- ah-'

She grinned wickedly, big brown eyes sparkling. 'I don't plan on it, love.' With that, she divested him of the last of his clothes, took his cock in her hand and drew it into her mouth; the sound of his stuttering breath, the whimpers he could not hold back, were music to her.

She was as slow and attentive as he had been; the heat of her mouth and softness of her tongue rendering him nothing but a moaning mess above her. She would not let him have release however, not yet; she released him, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and bright eyes as she rose to straddle him again, guiding him within her. His eyes fluttered closed, his teeth grit on a groan as she sank onto him, his hands bruising on her hips to set his own punishing pace. The sweet gentleness of before gave way to hard, desperate thrusts; she came again above him, collapsing into his grip with a hoarse cry, and it only drove him to push her more.

'Fuck, Gale that feels so good-'

'You feel incredible,' he moaned in response. 'Gods- I love you- I love you so much-'

'I love you too,' she gasped. 'I need you- I need you to fill me right now-'

And then he came, heat and cries and ragged breathing, his arms winding around her to hold her close as they rode out their highs, the snowstorm raging outside, unable to touch the fire that blazed between the siren and her scoundrel.

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[sevasey51]

When It’s Too Much

Paring: Matt Casey x Kelly Severide

Summary: just husband fluff I could imagine something like this happening after Otis’ death when Casey got grilled for safety at the mattress factory fire.

Kelly Severide stood at the entrance of their office, his eyes falling on Matt Casey, who was sitting in the corner, his hands moving rhythmically. Kelly’s chest tightened as he watched the familiar stimming motions. He knew that look, the tension in Matt’s shoulders, and the way he seemed lost in his own world.

“You’re overwhelmed, aren’t you?” Kelly asked gently, his voice soft.

Matt glanced up, his expression guarded. “No, I’m okay,” he said, his fingers still moving. “Just thinking.”

Kelly knew better. Without another word, he crossed the room, taking Matt’s hand and guiding him to the couch. He sat down next to him, pulling Matt into his arms and engulfing him in a deep pressure hug. “You don’t need to put up a front with me, Bug. It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice calm and steady.

Matt hesitated for a moment, but then he let himself relax into Kelly’s embrace, the weight of his husband’s arms around him providing an anchor. His hand reached up, finding Kelly’s necklace, the familiar cool metal between his fingers. Stimming with it, he felt a small sense of relief, the comfort of routine helping him settle.

Kelly held him tighter, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

Matt’s eyes closed, his breathing beginning to sync with Kelly’s. The world felt less overwhelming when Kelly was there, grounding him. “You always know what I need,” Matt murmured, his voice barely audible.

Kelly smiled softly, pressing a kiss to Matt’s temple. “Of course I do. You don’t have to pretend with me.”

Matt nodded, continuing to stim with the necklace, finding comfort in Kelly’s presence. “Thank you,” he whispered, grateful for the support he knew he could always count on.

“Always, Bug,” Kelly replied. “I’m here for you, no matter what.”

[matchingbatbites]

Love Grows - Part 4

This one is a little shorter than the last, because I liked what I had and didn't want to drag it out. The next part will be a little different, so keep an eye out for it sometime next week!

Ao3 | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 5

July '85

Something is wrong when Steve drops off Rosemary. Eddie takes the ten-month-old baby with a cheery "Hiya, Rosie!" earning him a delighted giggle from the girl, but Steve seems out of it as he sets down the diaper bag. 

"Everything okay, Stevie?" Eddie asks as he settles Rosie on his hip. She reaches out and wraps a hand around his guitar pick necklace but he barely notices, his attention focused on Steve. The younger nods and pushes a hand through his hair, and Eddie silently clocks the nervous habit. 

"Yeah, just- just tired. I, uh, might be late picking Rosie up tonight. I'm closing, and it could take a while." 

Eddie tips his head to the side, he knows there's something Steve isn't saying, but he lets it slide. "That's okay. If you want me to keep her overnight, just give me a call, okay? It's not a problem." 

Steve gives him a tired smile and says "Thanks, Eddie. I really- I really appreciate you. What you do for Rosie. It means a lot to me." 

Yeah, something is definitely wrong. As much as Eddie wants to dig, he doesn't. If Steve doesn't want to talk about it, then he'll leave it alone, but it doesn't erase the worry that settles in his stomach.

"Well, I care about you guys. You and Rosie. I just want to make sure you're both okay."

A soft blush settles across Steve's face and he takes a step back. "Thanks, Eddie. I'll see you tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah. Um, stay safe, Steve."

Steve nods and gives a soft “I will," before heading out of the trailer.

That was July 2nd, and it's now the 5th, and Eddie hasn’t heard from Steve at all. He's had Rosemary for three days, and he would be angry at Steve for abandoning his baby if he wasn't absolutely wracked with worry, the initial low-grade panic only increasing with each passing day.

The only time he can even start to relax is when Rosie gets fussy, and he carries her around the trailer singing 'Love Grows' into her hair, needing to be calm so she can be calm. He can tell that she misses Steve, that she knows something is off, and it breaks Eddie’s heart that he can't do anything about it.

Wayne has taken over Rosie's care this morning, is on the couch with the baby sat up against the cushions as he feeds her bits of plain cereal, and Eddie has only just stopped pacing long enough to eat his own breakfast (the same plain cereal, because he doesn't think he could stomach anything else).

They both freeze when the news cuts to a story about Starcourt, and Eddie's ears start ringing as the news anchor describes the sudden destruction of the mall late last night. 

He feels a heavy hand on his shoulder and looks up to see Wayne suddenly in front of him. "Calm down now, son. You got that little girl over there who needs you to keep it together until we can find out what happened to her dad, got that?" 

Eddie nods, just now realizing how tight his chest feels, and he takes a few deep breaths until the panic evens out. "Yeah. Okay, yeah."

So Eddie puts on a brave face and pretends like nothing is wrong. When Wayne leaves to run some errands, he works to keep Rosie distracted and happy and for the most part succeeds, until naptime.

Rosie is being extra fussy and Eddie is doing his best, carrying her around and singing softly, but just before she falls asleep she jerks herself back awake and starts crying again, and the cycle repeats a few times. 

Eddie rubs soothing circles into her back, tries to get her calm enough to go down, but he freezes completely when she starts to babble sadly, and the soft “Dada dada…” coming from her little mouth is enough to send silent tears streaking down his face.

His breathing is shaky as he continues to sing, and eventually, finally, Rosie falls asleep. Eddie lays her on the bed and tucks a pillow in next to her so she doesn’t roll off in her sleep, and he barely makes it out of the room before he collapses to the floor. 

He's gasping for breath, panic wracking his frame as he thinks about Steve. Did the guy just cut and run on Rosie? No, there’s no way that’s possible, Steve loves her far too much to just abandon her.  Maybe he was caught up in the shit at the mall? Oh god, what happens to Rosie if Steve is… If he’s…

A knock sounds on the trailer door and it takes Eddie a long moment to pull himself together and get up off the floor, and he scrubs his hands over his face before he goes to answer it. He almost starts crying again when he sees Steve on the other side, still wearing that fucking uniform, his face beaten and bruised. 

“Hi Eddie,” he says softly, and fuck, he sounds wrecked. “Sorry I didn’t call.”

"Fuck the phone call, Steve, your face!" Eddie grabs him, one hand clenching in that stupid sailor shirt as the other hovers over Steve's swollen cheek. "What the fuck happened to you?" 

"Got beat up by some Russians," Steve replies, and Eddie can’t believe he’s cracking jokes while Eddie is trying his best to not have a breakdown. "I'm okay, though. I'm fine." 

His hands come up to grab Eddie's wrists and, oh, Eddie is shaking. He pulls out of Steve's grip and throws his arms around the younger man, pulling him into a tight hug. "Fuck, when we heard about what happened at the mall, we were so fucking worried." 

Steve hugs Eddie back, arms wrapping around him and holding him close, and Eddie relishes in the fact that Steve is here, that he’s safe. “I’m okay, Eddie. Doc said I’ll be worse for wear for the next week or so, but nothing serious.” 

Eddie hums in disbelief and they just stay there, wrapped around each other, and Eddie isn’t quite sure who is comforting who at the moment. They break apart after a few minutes and Eddie pulls Steve inside the trailer.

"Where's Rosie?" Steve asks as he glances around, and Eddie nods towards the bedroom. "She's taking a nap, and I think you should do the same. No offense, Steve, but you look dead on your feet." 

The younger chuckles softly and pushes a hand through his hair, and Eddie vaguely registers the bandages covering a few of his fingertips. “I feel like it. I think we’ve overstayed our welcome, though, so I’ll just get Rosie and go-” 

Eddie shakes his head and starts pushing Steve towards the bedroom. “Nope, no, absolutely not. She literally just went down like ten minutes ago, and it took me half an hour because she was crying for you, and you’re not going to ruin my hard work. I’m gonna get you something to change into and you’re gonna take a fucking nap, okay?”

There’s a mutter of resignation, and when they enter the bedroom Steve melts when he sees Rosie on the bed, tears fill his eyes and he takes a shaky breath. “Fuck, I thought I’d never get to see her again.”

He steps over and brushes his fingers over her little hand, and Eddie looks away from the tender scene to dig through his dresser. He pulls out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized band shirt that he passes to the younger, who gives him a soft "Thanks."

While Steve is changing, Eddie grabs a spare blanket and pillow and drops them onto the floor by the bed. It won't be the most comfortable, but he doesn't want to risk accidentally waking Rosie from her nap, not when Steve needs some time to just crash.

He sits down on the pillow with his back propped against the bed, and then drags Steve onto the floor with him. The younger moves easily, lets Eddie bully him into laying down with his head in Eddie's lap, and Eddie drapes the blanket over him before brushing his fingers over soft but dirty hair.

"You don't have to baby me," Steve says, voice soft from exhaustion, and Eddie hums as he gently scratches at his scalp. 

"I'm not babying you, Steve. You're hurt, and I just… Just let me take care of you, okay?"

Steve makes a soft noise in response, and everything is quiet for a while. It’s just long enough that Eddie thinks Steve has fallen asleep, when the younger speaks again, voice quiet. 

“I watched Billy Hargrove die last night.” 

Eddie feels like he’s been drenched in ice water, his gaze snaps down to the boy in his lap. “What?” 

“He was there last night, when everything went to shit. It was… fucking awful, Eddie.” His hand grabs at Eddie’s pant leg, and he can feel that Steve is trembling a little. “What’s terrible is that I can’t even feel bad about it. Like, I feel bad that someone died, but not that it was him, if that makes sense.”

Eddie feels a little shell shocked at Steve’s admission, and he takes a deep breath. “Billy Hargrove was a piece of shit, Steve. It’s okay to feel empathetic that a life was lost, but that life did a lot of shitty things.”

He’s glad that Steve isn’t looking at him, that he can’t see the way that tears one again well up in Eddie's eyes. “But it’s still really fucked up that you had to go through that. Like, really fucked up. There’s no way I can understand what you’re feeling, but if you want someone to just talk to, I’m here for you, yeah?”

Steve nods a little, and there’s a brief pause before he says “Thank you, Eddie. This- Just being here, being with you helps a lot.”

And that. That creates a whole new wave of emotions that Eddie is severely unprepared to deal with at the moment. He cards his fingers through Steve’s hair again and does his best to keep his hand from shaking. “Glad I could help somehow. Just- get some sleep, Stevie.”

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[feyhunter78]

Among the Sun Ch 11

Description: Miguel comes to apologize and the dreams you both share come to light.

Ch 12

“I will accept that our circumstances were skewed, that our minds were not our own, if you agree to pretend last night never happened.”

Your words pierce his heart. How could he do such a thing? Pretend that he was not drowning in you, in the pleasure and serenity that your very presence brings?

“It was never my desire to humiliate you, in fact I had the very man who added the petals to your bath executed.” He says, hoping a loss of life will show you how desperately he wishes to care for and protect you.

“I did not ask for such a thing; I do not wish for blood to be on my hands.” You snap, fear flashing in your eyes.

Miguel’s shoulders slump, it’s clear that he’s gravely erred. “I—y/n, forgive me—I had such hopes for our reunification and—”

“Reunification? You and I have never met before, you threatened to burn my home to the ground.” You tell him, your voice teetering on the edge of cold, the first frost of winter creeping in.

Your words are so sure, so steady, and he can’t stop his own from spilling out. “You do not remember? We are fated, I have shared my dreams with you since we were children.”

You look at him as if he’s grown a second head. “Beg pardon?”

Gods, he wishes you would beg, just as you did in the bath and his receiving room, it would ease the pain in his chest as he realizes you truly have no recollection of him.

He stands, approaching you swiftly, grabbing your wrists and anchoring you before you can flee, his tail wrapping around your ankle once more.

“Look at me y/n, do you not know me? Do you not see the face of he who is bound to you? I am yours; I have been yours since I have known what it is to be another’s.” He pleads, heart aching to be recognized.

You lower your gaze, refusing to look at him, so he tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

You search his face, eyes drinking in every detail, cogs turning behind them as you comb through your memories only to come up with faint wisps of dreams. “I kne—dreamed of a boy, he was kind and sweet, but his memory faded, he abandoned me once I grew older, like all beings of a child’s imagination does.” Your voice is soft, dismissive, unbelieving.

He shakes his head, this is agony. “No, no, mi vida, I am right here, I never left you, I swear on all the gods, I would never part from you.”

You continue searching, your attention caught by his pendant, the swiftness of his motions has caused it to slip from beneath his tunic. “That necklace—that’s mine.”

He glances down. The pendant is one from long ago, a thin gold chain, a rounded circle of gold, shaped like a radiant sun carved so deeply into it, air passes straight through. “No, this is mine, it was a gift from when I was younger. It is very precious to me, I do not wear it outside the palace, I only retrieved it from the vault early this morning.”

You shake your head. “No, it was a gift of mine, I have the matching piece, the sun that fits within that which is around your neck. I do not understand, I gave that piece, your piece to…” Your words trail off, a roaring waterfall into a trickling spring.

“Y/N?” He asks carefully.

“I remember it so clearly. I had not dreamt of him for months, and it was so dark, a tangible darkness, the air thick with smoke. I found him, bleeding, wounded, frightened, and…” There’s a forlorn look in your eyes, as if you were haunted by the memory.

Miguel bit the inside of his cheek, he has no memory of this, he did not dream during the games, he was sure of it. “And?”

“And he could not hear me, he stared through me as if I were a specter, as if he could not feel my touch.” Tears slip down your cheeks, and he realizes you take no notice of them, too entangled within your memory. “I pressed the necklace into his hands, told him that it pained me to see him in such a state, that I missed his presence in my dreams. I did not see him again after that. I believed him dead.”

Miguel gently catches your tears with his thumb, an anguish clear on his face. “Cariño…”

“I saw him once more, the night of my eight-and-tenth birthday. It was meant to be joyous; mother allowed Nathaniel, one of my elder brothers, to take me to the kingdom of Rieta, and for a moment I thought I saw him, living and breathing, stumbling out of a whorehouse.”

His stomach lurches, a sinking feeling of dread settling on his shoulders, a mantle of guilt. “A whorehouse? When was this?”

“Two days past when the crow flies, during the month of Qonia.” You tell him, that forlorn look fading, the fires of rage burning through the mist of grief.

“Did you speak with him?” His heart is pounding, like the hooves of warhorses against the ground.

You nod, raking your teeth across your bottom lip. “I grabbed his wrist, spoke his name, but he shook me off, stared right through me as he had in my dreams. Told me that he had no use for streetwalkers and tore his arm from my grip. I stopped wearing my necklace after that night.”

Miguel is torn between freeing the soft flesh from the grip of your teeth or falling to his knees to beg your forgiveness. In an act of cowardice, he does neither, instead he remains silent, unmoving.

“You speak of us being fated, but why would one who is meant to be by my side speak to me with such harshness, treat me in such a callous manner?” You ask, though he can tell it is less of a question and more of an accusation.

Because he was drunk, beyond all manner of sobriety, fresh from winning the games, and desperately seeking solace. It was the night he met Ava. To think that if he had been less intoxicated, if he had stopped to look closer at you, to breathe in the scent of your skin, he would have found you first. He curses his younger self, and the foolishness that comes from pride.

“Because fate is cruel, and alcohol is the gods’ way of making fools of us all.” He admits, as he releases your hands.

A small part of him latches onto the fact that you have dropped any pretense of pretending he and the man from your dreams are not one and the same. A small spark of hope flickers in his chest.

You blink up at him. “You cite drunkenness as your excuse?”

“I remember that night, vaguely, remember a soft hand on my wrist, a muddled voice and then nothing. I had won my throne a few days prior, my companions wished to celebrate, and I—I wished to drown my sorrows.”

Your gaze softens for a moment, then the sheet of ice slips back into place. “I waited for you, in my dreams, for years, then I found you, purely by chance, and you tossed me aside. How am I expected to relinquish the pain I felt? You abandoned me.”

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[zahroreadsthings]

Finishing the job...

Question: What do you do next?

Response: Hang back to check on Lex.

Check notes for previous instalments

You hang back. 'You know, we won't be telling anyone about this so we sure won't tell anyone if you leave.'

'I need to keep an eye on the tide,' they say flatly.

You hug them. 'Thanks for trusting me to come.'

'Yeah. Never again, though.'

'At least this is a good thing for th-'

You hear a high shriek and a splash.

'Oh, shit,' Lex mutters. They hurry over to the sound with you.

Zulfiya shakes out her left sleeve as she stands from her fall. When you get closer you see it's soaked almost to her shoulder.

'I tripped,' she says indignantly. She flexes her wrist and yelps.

You wince. That probably could've been avoided if she had a light. 'Sorry.'

'Ugh.' She continues back to the anchor, cradling her hand to her chest.

You didn't think this far ahead a moment ago. 'Uh. Tell me what to do, I'll take over the best I can.'

'Roll up the net then use this to tie it up.' She unclasps the chain belt that held the orbs and drops it at your feet. You give Lex the lantern and kneel in front of the net to roll it up while she shakes the orbs to light them up again.

Lex helps Zulfiya set the second net down. You secure the chain around the first net and let her take it.

'We'll need to wait.'

'We should... do something about your wrist,' Lex says. 'The tidepools will be cold enough to soothe it.'

'Oh, some of them have heat sigils!' you remember. 'Keep an eye out for circle carvings.'

You follow Lex around with the lantern to find a suitable tidepool. Zulfiya elects to stay at the net until you find one and walk her over. She follows you, still fuming.

She plunges her wrist into the pool and drapes her skirt over the lantern to keep its light from the net. The three of you listen to the waves in darkness. Zulfiya watches the orbs.

'How long do we have?' you ask to break the silence.

'About an hour,' Lex replies.

'How long for the net to fill?'

'Should be less than an hour with the rings,' Zulfiya says.

'We aren't staying more than an hour,' Lex says firmly.

'But if -'

'Nope.'

Zulfiya huffs.

The silence stretches out again. Zulfiya moves her hand in and out of the pool. You fiddle with a loose thread on your jacket.

Eventually she says, 'Lights are out. Everyone who wants to come is there,' and pulls her hand from the water. You and Lex follow her back to the net.

She fiddles with another necklace until she manages to unclasp it - you see it's actually one long, thin chain she's looped around her neck twice. She gives you the necklace and pockets the orbs. You wrap the net up.

When you finish the three of you walk back to the stairs, Lex leading with the lantern and you following Zulfiya. She looks around, brow furrowed in concentration like she can hear something she can't place.

Before you go up the stairs you open your jacket to reposition Reginald so he doesn't poke your ribs. He's colder than you expected, but it's been a cold night, you suppose.

You hear a gasp and look up to see Zulfiya squinting at him. Suddenly she launches herself at you and snatches Reginald before you can stow him away.

'What - hey - give him back?!' You look to Lex for help. They turn and start walking down the stairs.

She grins like she's just solved her puzzle. 'I think our friend has a few dead people in it.'

'No he doesn't!'

'I thought something was following us. They must have attached when you stood in front of the net. I'm going to try get them out.'

[mtreebeardiles]

Starting Fires, pt 9

Another one I had partially written, finally complete

Full chapter over on AO3!

"Can I drive the Aerondight?"

It wasn't what V had expected when he'd answered Johnny's ridiculously early phone call, but if the past few months had taught him anything about the rockerboy's re-acclimation to life on this side of the Blackwall, it was to just roll with things as they came. Getting him to leave the loft had been a challenge in and of itself, and while he was definitely getting better at it the onus still rested with V to get him to do anything outside the comforting walls of the Glen apartment. So if Johnny was taking the initiative, V sure as shit wasn't about to argue. 

Two cups of coffee to wake him up and the city streets were as muted as they could be at such an early hour -- that quiet time between rushes, weak sunlight filtering down through skyscrapers and megabuildings and V found himself thinking it was going to be a nice day, weather-wise. The invigorating kind, or maybe that was just the latent itch that always existed just under his skin, that burning need to move, move, move, picking up speed and forcing its way up and out and he wondered, then, if something similar had bitten Johnny in the ass this morning. Couldn’t remember a time when the other man was voluntarily awake before the clock swung into double digit hours but he'd sounded wide awake on the phone. 

A good sign, V hoped. Maybe Johnny was finally starting to take more of an active interest in the world outside the loft's floor-to-ceiling windows. 

Johnny was waiting downstairs for him when he pulled up, V eyeing him where the other man was leaning back against the wall of the apartment building, shades on, a cloud of smoke easing into the air around him as he exhaled and he seemed… relaxed. Or as relaxed as he could reasonably expect to be, at least in the eyes of those who'd know better. Johnny had always adopted a sense of languid danger, subtle tensions held in his body and a distinct "fuck off" aura that kept most people out of his personal space until he decided otherwise. But V knew how to look past it, to spot the worry areas where they tended to gather, and knew what it looked like when they weren't there. Jaw unclenched, fingers lax, shoulders held at ease, and when V stepped out of the car and walked over the glasses came off and he could see the lack of shadows under his eyes. 

He looked…good. 

And startled. 

V bit back a grin.

"You're blond."

"Your powers of observation never cease to amaze."

"Fuck you," Johnny retorted, shaking his head, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. He slung his glasses into the collar of his tank top and stepped into V's space, running his 'ganic fingers through V's freshly golden locks. "I don't think I've ever seen you with hair that wasn't green or…darker green."

"I've done blue," V pointed out. 

"For like a day, then right back to green."

"Green's the superior color."

"And blond?" 

V shrugged, smiling in spite of himself. "Sometimes I like to venture out of my comfort zone."

"You can tell me if you grabbed Kerry's dye by mistake," Johnny pointed out. "I won't judge."

"Firstly, yes you would, and secondly, fuck off, I did this on purpose." He didn't pull away, easing into this part of Johnny's little rituals. Watched as the other man's eyes tracked to the stubborn streak of white hair, felt it as his fingers gently moved along his scalp until the tips brushed against the scar. Let his gaze drop to the necklace Johnny'd been wearing for weeks now, reaching out to trace his own fingers over the familiar circle with its bullet anchored in the center. 

"Sleeping okay?"

"A little." 

"Wasn't expecting you to be up so bright and early."

"Had a good night last night." Johnny's fingers slipped away and he held his hand out instead. V handed over his key fob and followed him back to his car, sliding into the passenger seat this time while Johnny got comfortable in the driver's. 

It'd taken a while to get Johnny to admit to the nightmares. To the too real, too visceral nature of them, mixtures of muddied memories lending shape and dimension to worries and fears, twisting them into something that made sleep a thing to dread at the best of times. Past mistakes were one thing, more liable to leave Johnny grumpy than anything else. 

It was the dreams about V that hurt the most. 

"It's like I'm you and I'm not, like I'm paralyzed, watching it play out again and again and again and I can't do a fucking thing about it." Remembered agitation and V hadn't needed all the details to know what Johnny was seeing in those dreams, the imprint of those memories as indelible as the ink under his skin. Harsh neon lights lingering in shadows, carpet sticky underfoot, the creak of ancient AC's and it hadn't been any better in that room. Closed in, trapped, thoughts scattered with grief of the bone-deep, heartsick variety and it'd been hard to determine if the blood on his hands was his or Jackie's. 

Then a starburst of pain, a twisting in the gut and tightness in his throat and he'd been too enraged to feel fear even as the gun went off and everything had gone dark. 

Johnny shouldn't have had to see that part; bad enough he could remember them crawling their way out of that landfill, a hazy specter awakening in V's dying mind. 

He didn't need more nightmare fuel when he had plenty demons all his own to contend with. 

"So what kinda adventure awaits us today?" V asked, dragging his thoughts back to the present. He glanced sidelong at Johnny, smiling a little as the rockerboy floored the gas and sent them tearing up the street, chased by a cacophony of shouts and car horns. V didn't tell him to slow down; he didn't even flinch. Wasn't sure if it was something that had bled between them, but Johnny drove like V himself often did, brushing up against the edge of outright reckless tempered by a confidence born from years driving these streets. Speeding was one thing; actively causing accidents was another. 

V wasn't worried about his car with Johnny at the wheel. 

"Little trip down memory lane," was all the answer he got before Johnny cranked up the radio, and V smiled at the opening riff of one of Kerry's songs. Caught the flash of tension in Johnny's hand where it gripped the steering wheel and watched it ease, watched him relax and start tapping out the beat against his thigh with his free hand. 

V contemplated asking him whose memory as Johnny rolled down both their windows, letting the wind whip inside, and ultimately decided against it. 

He liked that Johnny could surprise him these days.

[bullet-prooflove]

🌹

It takes him a second to recognise it.

The circle of gold with each of the cardinal points marked on it, the diamond nestled in the centre. Your North Star, you called it. It was an anchor in the middle of a restless sea, bringing you clarity when your mind was wild and adrift. It was always there, always pointing you in the right direction. You never took it off.

The chain was broken, the links torn away from each other while the clasp maintained intact. He’d worked enough cases to know when a necklace had been ripped from someone’s throat. It takes every single ounce of self-control not to react to the gauntlet that’s being thrown down because he knows that’s what the other man wants. Everything about the action is purposeful, designed to sow discord and chaos. That doesn’t stop Terry from wanting to kill this man, from wanting to beat him until he understands what it’s like to fear for your life, to have everything stripped away from him.

The North Star - Terry Bruno x Reader

[ticoryblues]

DkBk Pirate AU

Once a pirate sets his eyes on a treasure, nothing less of maelstrom could stop him from sailing onward.

And Captain Midoriya was enticed by rubies.

Ruby eyes that held a dangerous thrill.

—

The tavern bustled with sailors. Every seafaring man revered the sea enough to not set sail after nightfall.

To pull the anchor only when the sun's out, always a gamble when they’d see shore again. Rather be safe than sorry.

But not pirates. Night was when they ruled. Thrived.

Bakugou smirked and refilled Midoriya’s jug.

“Where are you going next?” Bakugou asked.

Midoriya took a moment before answering, gaze fixated on the tiny waist hidden behind the corset.

“Wherever the seven seas shall take me.”

Bakugou’s knuckles traced his hook. “How’d you lose your hand?”

Midoriya chuckled, dragging his hook along Bakugou’s jaw and tilted his chin up. “Aren’t you full of questions?”

He leaned back and fiddled with the chain around his neck.

“On a quest.”

“For a gold chain?” The x-shaped pendant pressed against the his throat.

“Not just any. You see the X is very similar to how we mark our next conquest on the map. And it’s said that this necklace always guides it’s wearer towards treasure.”

Bakugou hummed and leaned back, propping his legs up on the table and leaned against the wall. “Must be nice to have an adventurous life.”

“Life at sea is never dull.”

“Makes me wonder what other treasures you have locked away.”

Midoriya only answered with a smile.

Midoriya tipped his head back and drained all the rum. Todoroki, his first mate gestured to him, tapping at his pocket watch.

Midoriya nodded and got up, dropping a small purse of gold coins towards the barmaid. “Well then, until next time.”

“Until next time.”

—

“Shall we, Captain?” Todoroki stood beside him, a couple of steps behind. Midoriya leaned against the mast, tipping the stein backwards.

His pride and joy stood regal against the silver dusted sky.

BlackWhip.

Midoriya had scoured and scavenged every penny to craft this marvel. Built with exquisite ebony, wrought iron canons, the helm lined with real silver. With black ropes circling the mast and holding their flag upright, BlackWhip seamlessly blended within the dark night.

As his crew got ready, green eyes remained focused on a green marble, gaze disinterested yet calculative.

“Not yet.” He called out to his Quartermaster. “Uraraka!”

“Aye Captain?” A young woman spoke from behind the wheel.

“Search below the deck. There’s a thief aboard BlackWhip.”

Todoroki’s neck snapped towards him. A sudden hush fell over the crew as they froze, blinking wide eyed at their captain.

“Did you not hear me?!” Midoriya raised his voice, the crew snapping into action as they scampered down the stairs.

“How are you so sure?” Todoroki asked.

Midoriya let the startled cry answer for itself. A cloaked shadow baralled past the pirates, trying to escape.

But Midoriya was faster. Like a shot of green lightning he tackled the thief, pinning him to the deck, dagger against his throat.

“So that’s why you were trying to get me drunk the entire evening.” The hook snagged at the cloak and pulled it aside.

Midoriya kneeled down and caught the thief’s small wrists in one hand, bored eyes staring at him.

Bakugou groaned, thrashing against Midoriya’s iron grip.

“Never underestimate how well a pirate can hold his liquor.”

“Fuck you!” Bakugou spat, struggling fruitlessly.

“Normally I wouldn’t hold back when a dashing lad on his back. But you don't mess with a pirate’s ship and live to tell the tale. Uraraka!”

“On it Captain.”

Midoriya ignored Bakugou’s indignant yelling as he was manhandled and tied to the mast. He stood behind the wheel and rested his elbows against the handles.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slice you down to the brisket?”

Bakugou sneered, tugging at the ropes as the anchor was pulled up and the sails unfurled to the midnight breeze.

“Bloody hell. Alright, I’ll join your crew. It’s not like I can run away in the middle of the sea. Might as well earn my keep.”

Midoriya regarded him before nodding to Uraraka. She threw a bucket and rag towards him as Todoroki cut the ropes and freed him from the mast.

“Get to work, my deck isn't going to polish itself.”

---

Over time, Bakugou fit in seamlessly. He found he wasn't all too different from the crew. Uraraka had turned to banditry to make ends meet before Midoriya found her.

Todoroki was from an affluent family and found his title stifling. He wanted to carve an identity for himself.

As Bakugou got to know his fellow crew mates, life on BlackWhip started feeling a lot less like that of a captive.

And his Captain was certainly an interesting character.

“Wha—HOW?!”

Midoriya chuckled at Bakugou’s baffled face. The two sat before an upturned crate. The sky was clear, sun shining pleasantly. Not a storm cloud in sight and the Captain was busy entertaining his crew.

“It’s right here.” The green marble materialised back into his hands. Bakugou scowled.

“Again!”

“If you say so.” Midoriya placed the marble on the crate and expertly twisted his wrists in a flair, putting on a show. Bakugou leaned against his knees, eyebrows scrunching up in focus.

“And…” Midoriya tapped the crate and lifted his hands up, snapping his fingers, wiggling his ringed, calloused fingers. “Gone.”

Bakugou squinted. “Under your cuff.”

“No. In fact—” Midoriya leaned over and tucked a lock of hair behind the blond’s ear.

“It’s right here.”

The two froze, Midoriya belatedly realising their proximity. Bakugou’s hesitant hand reached up and touched his ear.

Midoriya cleared his throat and put some space between them, twirling the marble between his fingers.

“Give that to me. This slimy bastard ain’t tricking me.”

Bakugou fumbled, trying to imitate his movements and letting out a string of curses when the marble didn't disappear.

"There’s more to being a pirate than just being a smoky eyed rapscallion.” Midoriya said, amused.

“Oh really?” Bakugou asked wryly. “You just don’t yell ‘YO-HO’ and pilfer every village?”

“Please, I have some standards. Being a pirate is more about the sleight of hand. And connections.”

Midoriya twisted the emerald ring on his middle finger. “Stole this right out of Duke Todoroki’s hand at his own Pearl Ball.”

“Todoroki?” Bakugou turned to the first mate of the BlackWhip, currently plucking at the strings of a lute, swinging in his hammock.

“Hmm. The Duke didn’t notice me but his son did. Imagine coming back to the crew with a ring and an entire human being.” He chuckled to himself.

“Swashbuckling happens rarer than we’d like to admit.” Midoriya leaned forward. “It’s sort of a dry spell, life on deck.” And winked.

“And you never corrected those stories about you? The ones we hear about Captain Midoriya and his endless conquests for jewels and women?”

“Ah, why would I? They make me look good.”

Bakugou laughed, a ripple of euphoria coursing through the Captain. His laugh was nothing short of sirenic and drowning never felt more appealing.

Which was odd because Midoriya had encountered his fair share of sirens trying to tank his precious ship.

None had the affect Bakugou Katsuki had on him.

“Try again.” Midoriya placed the marble, leaving Bakugou with his newfound hobby.

“Holy shit it worked! It disappeared— OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE!”

Midoriya chuckled, tossing up the marble for Bakugou to see before pocketing it.

“Man, keeping Bakugou was the best decision Captain made.” Midoriya overheard one of his crew mates. “He’s a sight for sore eyes.”

Midoriya tightened his grip on the dagger he was sharpening. He was quiet and didn’t look up from his blade.

Sweat drenched his silk shirt, knuckles turning white.

“Alright mate, that’s enough.” The cabin boy beside him seemed to notice the tense posture of their Captain.

“Nah it’s not enough. What I’d give to ravage him all night.”

Clang!

The two cabin boys straightened up as Midoriya’s dagger found itself lodged an inch away from his head. Green eyes stared intensely.

“That’s enough dilly dallying. Get to work!” He barked as the two boys scurried off.

“Green’s a good colour on you, Captain.” Midoriya tilted his head to see a pleased Bakugou leaning against the mast.

Not once did Midoriya’s gaze stray as Bakugou approached him, deliberately swaying his hips.

“Nobody eyes a pirate’s treasure.”

“Treasure, huh?” Bakugou quipped.

Midoriya smirked, looking down at his dagger.

“Look at me when I talk to you.” Delicate fingers wrenched Midoriya’s chin up, right into blinding ruby eyes.

Bakugou’s hands slipped down Midoriya’s torso. He tipped his head back, eyes flickering between Midoriya’s eyes and lips.

Hot breath ghosted against his lips, the two impossibly close when Bakugou retracted himself, pulling out Midoriya’s flask out of his coat pocket.

A mischievous smile played across Bakugou’s lips as he brought the flask to his lips.

“Such a tease.” Midoriya wrapped his arm against Bakugou and pulled him against him. “Getting adventurous are we?”

“No thank you, I’ve had my fill of adventure.” The light in Bakugou’s eyes dimmed a little. “You never get tired of sailing continuously?”

Midoriya shrugged, taking the flask from Bakugou. “Not really. BlackWhip is my home. And the crew is my family.”

“You never tire out of this adventure? Don’t you wish to just to settle down in one place when the ground beneath your feet isn’t constantly moving?”

“I belong to the sea. And I happen to be a survivor.”

“There’s more to life than just surviving.” Bakugou sniped.

Midoriya stared at him before passing the flask back to Bakugou. “You and I are two very different people, lad.”

“But one thing we both can agree on—” Midoriya raised his dagger and pressed the cold blade against Bakugou’s chest, revelling in the way he whimpered. “Is that you’d look great under the Captain’s sheets.”

Bakugou smirked, reaching up towards Midoriya’s lips for real this time.

“Captain?” Cursing under his breath, Midoriya looked up annoyed at the interruption. He remained unfazed, waiting for his undivided attention.

Sighing, Midoriya let go of Bakugou, not before bending down a little and whispering in his ear. “Go to my chambers and wait there.”

“Aye aye Captain.” Bakugou grinned. He pulled Midoriya down by the collar into a searing kiss. “You better get down there quickly.” He whispered breathlessly before slipping away.

“Brat.” Midoriya cursed under his breath before turning to Todoroki. “Yes Shoto?”

“Where are we going next?”

Midoriya thought a while as he looked at the map, Bakugou’s wistful words ringing in his ears.

Don’t you wish to just to settle down in one place when the ground beneath your feet isn’t constantly moving?

You never get tired of sailing continuously?

“What’s this place called?” Midoriya pointed towards the nearest shore.

“U.A. A peaceful kingdom. Lovely people, I've heard.”

Midoriya had made up his mind. He knew this day would come sooner or later.

“Sail eastward. We’re taking a little detour.”

---

Midoriya closed his chamber doors as he watched Bakugou struggle with his corset, back towards Midoriya. He noticed Midoriya over his shoulder and smiled coyly.

“Help me get this off?”

Midoriya walked up to him in two quick strides and grabbed his hips till Bakugou’s back pressed against Midoriya’s chest.

Hot lips branded against Bakugou’s neck, hands trailing up and tugging at his tunic, Bakugou’s toe-curling keen carved into his memory.

“Leave it on.”

— — — —

Midoriya watched the sun rise, the shore in sight. His heart ached. The blond looked peaceful in his bed, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he stretched, one of Midoriya’s silk shirts loosely hanging off his small shoulder.

“Baku—Katsuki?”

“Hmm?”

“Get ready. We’re docking soon.”

Midoriya led Bakugou down the ship. Bakugou sighed as he felt the warm sand under his feet.

“Good to feel solid ground under my feet.”

Midoriya smiled and let Bakugou soak in the warmth.

“If you wish to, you can stay here.”

Bakugou looked at Midoriya. “You’re letting me go?”

“You paid off your debt of trying to steal from me.” Midoriya crossed his arms with a gentle smile. “You’re free to go.”

“But….you’ll come back?”

“Only if you want me to.” Midoriya walked towards him and removed the gold chain.

“Remember this chain? I told you the X is similar to how we pirates mark where our treasure lies.”

He placed the chain around Bakugou’s neck, the X resting right above the blond’s heart. “And a pirate always finds his treasure.”

Bakugou took Midoriya’s face in his hands, kissing him slowly. Like a goodbye of sorts. “You better come back or I swear you’ll pay pirate.”

Midoriya chuckled before placing another kiss on his lips. “Aye aye Captain.” He mimicked Bakugou, earning a watery laugh from the blond.

Midoriya watched as they set sail, eyes not straying even long after they lost sight of the shore. He rolled out his map and marked the kingdom’s location with a huge X.

A pirate always finds his treasure.

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cactus and abelia for the ask game?

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

how to navigate life as a college student without my parents! :)

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

i do! i wear a little gold chain bracelet on my right wrist, and there are a couple pendant necklaces i wear a lot too. one is a silver anchor, and the other is a gold circle with flowery engravings. i also have a cute silver ring i like to wear on my left hand.

[alltheverses]

[ID: A sunflower with the word "ArtisXan" in curling text written over it. To the left is a morel mushroom bead and small circle bead anchoring it to a necklace cord. To the right of the sunflower are a pen and a keychain. The pen is brown and has a sunflower and a morel mushroom bead near the top. The keychain has a sunflower, a large green leaf, and a morel mushroom. The items are stylized and have limited line work./id]

"Unique, nature-themed fidget jewelry designed by ArtisXan!"

I'm very excited, my friend's business is doing a kickstarter! They have never done custom beads before. It's a small business, only 3 people, but they have been getting more popular! Even if you aren't interested in the kickstarter, they have lots of other things to check out. Necklaces, bracelets, stickers, keychains, skate accessories, pins, earrings, and pens.

The stickers are all designed and drawn by ArtisXan, lots of nature and pride themes, as well as a bunch inspired by favorite media. The jewelry is food-grade silicone, and comes in discrete and fun designs intended for adults and teens.

Some of my personal favorite stickers are the "Emotional Support Water Bottle" and the "Do Not Perceive Me".