#never thought someone complimenting my veins would make my heart flutter but here we are

[chialattea]

hot resident doctor as she takes my blood: woah you sure have a strong heart! Look at how quickly your heart is pumping! And your veins are very pretty!

me intently staring at the wall behind her because she has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen: yaegh

[euphoricsunflowers]

touch — lee hoseok/wonho

a/n: wbk i haven’t been writing much recently, but today i felt a sudden rush of motivation so i wasn’t gonna let it go to waste!! gif is mine!!

a/n: thank you for 1k followers!! i hope to repay the vast amount of love i receive from my anons and my darling mutuals!! love you all <33

word count: 1.6k

content: sub!wonho, dom!afab!reader, no pronouns used for the reader, reader doesn’t cum so take that as you will, unprotected sex (i never put that here but uh wrap it up kids), choking, riding, hickeys, overall just another fic about how much i adore lee hoseok thank you

disclaimer: as this fic contains choking, i just want to remind you to please be aware that kinks are inherently dangerous and if you are going to partake, please do your research into doing it in the safest way possible. always have a safeword and safe signal. thank you.

summary: he comes home after a long day, and you always want him after so long.

one of your hands cups his cheek while the other holds his waist close to you. your touch isn’t demanding or possessive, it’s simply just adoring. your fingers brush a bit of his hair out of his soft, doll-like eyes, pressing a gentle and fleeting kiss to his lips as he exhales quietly, playing with the hemming of your shirt with his fingers absentmindedly. all feels well and peaceful as you greet your sweet lover, “how was your day, hoseokie?”

“my day was really long, but being with you makes it all fade away,” he sighs comfortably as your hands stroke his sides, shuddering when your grip tightens a bit, “ah- how are you, my love?”

“i’m well, darling, i’m very well now that i have you,” you say with your voice suddenly lower and much more deadly, “you’re so pretty,” your hands just keep touching his waist and his chest, fingers brushing his nipples over his clothes just to keep him on edge, “baby,” the pet name with your voice so seductive makes him whimper.

“ahh- yes?”

“what are you so nervous for, angel? i just want to touch you—,” he whines at your words, “—i just love touching you like this. you’re so passive and docile, you let me do absolutely anything to you, hm?” it’s not true, he knows that. it’s comforting to remember that you know his limits, you know how far you can push him, but you also know how he likes to be spoken to. it’s hot, more than anything.

“i- yeah, you can do whatever you please with me,” he groans as his eyes shut when your hands start touching a little lower, moving from grabbing his ass to rubbing his inner thighs teasingly, “b-but, uhm, could you please not tease me? please?” he pouts subconsciously, knowing if you said no and continued teasing him, he wouldn’t stop you, he’d just get progressively more whiney and would beg you even more to make him feel so good.

it’s an appealing idea to leave him teased and denied for hours until his body cant physically handle it anymore, to make him squirm with need, but when he begs so softly for you to not tease him, it’s hard to not give in and give him everything he wants, and as such, you find yourself complying, touching him as he wishes.

he moans as he clutches your shoulders for any kind of support, and it’s cute to watch someone as big and strong as him just absolutely fall apart with just a few touches, “oh, my darling, is this really all it takes? just a few little brushes of my fingers against your cock and suddenly hoseokie can’t even keep himself together? that’s cute.”

“ahh, please,” he looks down, trying to avoid eye contact, he knows your gaze is too strong and he’s shatter immediately under it.

“please what, baby?” you taunt, making his shyness incredibly apparent as he’s forced to be more direct with his words.

“can we continue this in the bedroom?”

you giggle, “sure, i’ll ride your dick until you pass out, how does that sound?” you ask, already walking over to the door.

“that- uhm,” he gulps, “t-that sounds good,” he whimpers shakily as he watches you walk away, following behind you like a puppy as you lead him away.

he sits on the bed nervously as you sit beside him, cupping his cheeks and caressing his skin the way you did before in order to relax him, pressing kisses to the edge of his lips before moving down his jaw, spending a significant few minutes sucking and biting a hickey into his skin. he breathes somewhat shaky in pain, but it’s not major enough to really hurt him. he can take a lot, and you intend to do a lot.

as such, when your kisses find his neck, kissing right over the vein on the side, his heart rate picks up anxiously. you leave another love bite just above his collarbone before pulling back to trace you finger over it, “you’re so beautiful.”

the intimacy of the moment flusters him, but you always fluster him intentionally as you say, “and don’t think for a second i only mean your body. of course i love your body, i love the way you squirm and moan and whimper, but you have the most beautiful personality, my hoseok.”

his cheeks turn redder, loving the praise but still so unable to handle it, “p-please,” he’s also getting so needy as you talk, with every moment you’re not riding him, he becomes even more desperate for you.

“take off your shirt,” you command suddenly, and he does as you say with ease, discarding his shirt to some random corner of the room, pulling you closer to him once his hands were free. you press kisses to his chest, taunting him with a lick against his nipple.

his whole body reacts, squirming even more for friction against his cock when your fingers play with his other nipple, groaning helplessly, “fuck- oh! oh my-,”

“oh? does that feel good?”

“p-please,” he murmurs, burying his head into your shoulder, “please just get to it already, i-i cant handle your teasing. i need you so badly, my love,” he’s demanding, sure, but he knows he can be demanding. he knows that as much as you control him right now like a puppet on your strings, he knows what to say to mess you up just as much.

“alright, alright, i understand. take off the rest of your clothes, baby,” you kiss his forehead as you get off of him to take off your clothes too.

“do you- uhm, do you want me to do anything?” he fidgets nervously as you walk back over to him. his eyes never leave your body, still so overwhelmed by your presence and, for all the love his body gets from you, he adores you physically just as much. you’re absolutely everything he wants, “i could eat you out! or uhm, i’m not sure, but i can do something. i want you to feel good too,” he frowns.

“baby, trust me, i feel amazing right now,” you smile, leaning down to kiss his chest as you climb back on top of him.

“yeah?”

“to have someone like you so willing to please me, so desperate for me it ruins you, is my greatest pleasure, baby,” he seems adequately comforted by your words, so you take that as a sign to continue, “and besides, i’m already thoroughly turned on, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

there’s a response lingering in his throat, but it doesn’t meet daylight as you being to play with his cock, all that leaves his mouth are throaty moans and helpless whimpers.

before he knows it, you’re already on him, sinking down, moaning freely for the first time this evening, and it makes him endlessly happy to see you feel pleasure. he’s just as wrecked, but you show it less than he does, because it’s so visible how he sighs, eyes fluttering closed, as you start to rock yourself back and forth.

“f-fuck,” he stutters, feeling your hands rest on his chest for stability, and he knows where that’s going, “oh, you’re so- so perfect, you just feel so good, can i touch you? please?”

“go for it,” you mumble, feelings his hands reach to hold your waist, enjoying the way his hands caress your skin just like you did to him before.

he groans as he gets more riled up from your movements, feeling a building feeling in his stomach, “please keep going,” he cries softly, “and uhm- could you- could you choke me? please?”

you smile almost sadistically as your hands wrap around his throat, feeling his pulse with your fingers. you push against the sides of his neck, watching his eyes roll back and his lips parted in an ‘O’ shape.

“good boy,” you mumble, and he faintly smiles at the praise before breaking out in moans, “you’re so per- perfect to me, hoseok,” he can’t coherently respond, but you can tell how happy compliments make him. he’s so easy to impress, so easy to sweep off his feet, “can i get you to cum for me, baby? really good and hard for me?”

“o-oh fuck, i’m so close-,” he stutters cutely.

“already, sweet thing? it hasn’t even been that long and you already want to cum inside me? you’re so adorable,” he whimpers again, his body seizing up as it hits him, and you don’t slow down one bit, “there you go, cutie, there you go, ride it out. you look so hot and slutty when you orgasm, my pretty boy.”

his voice is heavenly, drowning out your words as his head clouds over and he feels a kind of fleeting euphoria he’s missed, the kind only you give him. he wants to feel this way forever, but eventually, the feeling dies down, and his thoughts return to him.

“hope that made your long day a little better, my love,” you whisper, and suddenly your voice loses all that intensity and returns to be the comforting whisper in his ear, a lullaby he could fall asleep to, “now let me clean us up, and we’ll cuddle till we fall asleep, alright?”

he tiredly nods, and it takes all of your self control not to burst from how cute he is as he murmurs, “i love you, you know.”

“i know, baby. i love you, too.”

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[ahkaahshi]

appreciation [nanami kento x reader]

pairing: nanami kento x fem baker reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): swearing, brief violence, mentions of injuries and a curse

word count: 3.7k (yeah I went off a bit lol)

overview: you know how you feel about nanami and how nanami feels about your bakery, but on a rainy day, you finally learn how he feels about you

As you watch rain pour down outside, forming patterns along the windows of the shop and collecting in murky puddles disturbed by the rushed footsteps of people trying to find shelter from the storm, your eyelids threaten to close once more. The elbow propping your chin up on the counter wobbles slightly, the gentle rhythm of the store’s soft instrumental music melting together with the gentle patter of raindrops to form a lullaby that, combined with your exhaustion, sends you to sleep.

The sound of growling and a pair of familiar, red eyes appearing in the darkness, however, quickly wakes you up with a start, and your gaze darts around the shop. With an exasperated sigh and shake of the head, you stand up straight on shaky legs and task yourself with making a fresh cup of coffee to give you a bit of much-needed energy. As long as you stayed awake, you wouldn’t have to be haunted by this image an unsettling experience earlier this week had created.

While you prepare the caffeinated beverage, a glance up at the time finds the clock’s hands at a familiar hour—one that always marks the arrival of a regular customer. Once your drink starts dripping into the cup you’ve placed in the machine, you busy yourself instead with opening one of the display cases housing a vast array of different breads and baked goods.

The aroma that greets you fills you with warmth and brings a smile to your face, as does the thought of his impending arrival. Your hand knows the location on the shelves of his favorite loaf by heart, since you make it specially for him without a care in the world if anyone else wants to purchase it. Upon retrieving it from inside, you wrap it up carefully and set it down on the counter.

Contemplatively, you eye the other pastries waiting patiently behind the glass, wondering if it would be too obvious to get him something else to eat and some coffee as an invitation to stay a bit longer. Sometimes, he found half an hour in his busy day to seat himself at one of the booths along the wall and enjoy a treat you’d selected for him while he occupied himself talking to you if you weren’t busy or reading through one of his books if you were. But no matter how long he stayed, it never felt like long enough to you.

I hope the rain hasn’t driven him away today.

But you should know better than to think this way, since, through your conversations with him and his actions, you’ve learned he’s a man of routine. Regardless of what you should or shouldn’t be convincing yourself to believe, however, your attention snaps to the door when you hear the bells above it jingle. The sound of rain, cars honking, and passing conversations seep inside for a few moments as the man in question shakes water off his umbrella and places it securely into the holder by the entrance.

Against the bleak darkness of the cloudy sky outside, his sand-colored suit and blonde hair seem to glow in the warm lights hanging down from the ceiling, making him look almost ethereal—to the point where you wouldn’t have been surprised if white, feathery wings sprouted from his back. Maybe he was your guardian angel, since he’d just saved you from falling asleep on the job once again.

“Kento, welcome back!” you chirp, lips curling up into a grin you struggle to keep as professional-looking as possible.

Taking off his glasses and tucking them safely away in one of the pockets of his suit jacket, he turns to you and sends a hint of a smile your way that you know is rare given his serious demeanor. “Good evening, (f/n),” he greets you as he walks towards the counter, making your heart beat faster with every foot of distance closed between the two of you.

You ask, once he’s approached the counter and glanced at the loaf you’ve wrapped up for him, “So, can I convince you to dine in and take a little break with one of our fresh pastries, hmm?”

A hint of a chuckle sounds from him through a short breath out his nose, and he reaches into a pocket in his trousers to retrieve his wallet. “I don’t need much convincing on a day like this, but I’ll take a pastry as well, please. And a coffee, if you don’t mind.”

“You came in right as I was brewing my own, so you can just have it, instead, since I know we take ours the same way,” you mention, turning away from him to grab the steaming drink.

“Nonsense,” he utters, stopping you in your tracks, “If you made it for yourself, keep it for yourself. I can wait a few extra minutes for mine.”

Prickles of heat rise to your cheeks, but you nod and give him a small, appreciative smile. Once you’ve selected a treat of his choice for his visit, you enter the total cost into the register, which he prepares promptly and hands to you. His fingers brushing against yours sends tingles across your skin like stray sparks of electricity. “I’ll bring your coffee over once it’s ready,” you offer, speaking to distract yourself from your racing thoughts, “Go ahead and get comfortable; you’ve got the whole shop to yourself.”

He thanks you with a small dip of the head and picks up his food so he can head over to the same booth he selects each time he visits while you start making a fresh cup of coffee for him. As you take a sip of your own, you can’t help but pause a moment to admire his appearance now that his attention is focused elsewhere. He’s a striking man with sharp features and a straightforward, authoritative manner of speaking, but there’s a certain softness to his edges that you’ve seen within him over the time you’ve been acquainted.

You wonder if that tenderness to him is reserved for just for you. If you’re the only one who brings about the softness you can see behind his warm, brown gaze. If he would put his book down as quickly if someone else approached him. You like to think yourself the only witness to his subtle, gentle mannerisms, but you prevent yourself from getting too caught up in your thoughts by reminding yourself that he’s a customer. Someone who comes solely because your bakery’s the closest one that makes his favorite bread, rather than because he has any sort of attachment to you.

With a small sigh, you bring your cup of coffee to your lips for a long drink before taking the one you’d made for Nanami in your other hand and wandering over to his table. Judging by how the crowds outside are moving, everyone seems to be more concerned with getting home and out of the terrible weather than with picking up treats from your bakery. If you hadn’t had such a busy day, you’d be concerned by the lack of customers in at this hour. Now, however, as your aching feet move over to the empty seat across from the shop’s sole patron, you appreciate the quietude in the store that allows you peace in its final hour before closing.

Nanami slides a page marker towards the spine of the journal he’s writing in and closes it when you arrive with his freshly brewed drink, setting it down in front of him. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Mind if I sit?” you ask, even though your knees are already bending to guide you onto the padded seat across from him.

“As long as I won’t distract you from your work, please, go ahead,” he answers, then takes a long, appreciative sip of his coffee.

“I don’t think anyone here would be opposed to me taking a break, considering it’s just us,” is your response given with a smile. You’ve forgotten quite how long it’s been since you’ve had a moment off your feet, and you let out a long sigh as you sink into the booth. Weariness makes itself known in a yawn that suddenly escapes your mouth—a sign that all the fatigue you’ve been somehow avoiding is starting to catch up to you. “Excuse me.”

Blonde eyebrows furrowing slightly with concern, he wonders, “Long day?”

Shrugging, you gaze into the dark liquid filling the cup in your hands, watching it quiver with each minute movement of your body. “It’s been a bit of a long week, to be completely honest,” you sigh. A pair of red eyes appears in your coffee as your mind wanders momentarily. Taking a deep breath and curling your lips into a forced grin, you quickly gather yourself and add, “But, anyway, it’s alright. I’m sure you’re much more exhausted than I am given what you have to do on a daily basis.”

“The nature of our jobs may be different, but I’m sure you’ve been just as busy as I have.”

You chuckle softly at his words and add, “You fight curses and I make baked goods. I’m sure one’s a bit more taxing than the other. Or, at least, more life-threatening.”

“Both deserve appreciation,” he states in his usual, matter of fact tone that never fails to amuse you. Though he’s completely serious, you always find a bit of humor in his straightforward manner of speaking, especially when he argues the essential nature of your job. “I know that you make this specifically for me just to make my life that much easier—” he taps the wrapped loaf of bread with one of his long fingers—“so, I appreciate your work and what you do.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, making you lower your head bashfully while you take a long drink of coffee. It’s a surprise your voice doesn’t falter when you comment, “You’re too kind to me.”

“There’s no such thing in your case. I’m simply being honest.” There’s a short silence that ensues his compliment, during which you try to slow your racing heart by glancing out the window at the other shops, cars, and people all distorted by watery veins across the glass. Nanami’s gaze doesn’t leave yours, however, and he inquires, “Are you taking care of yourself?”

Somewhat dozily, you echo, “Taking care of myself?” as your eyes flutter shut so you can think for a moment. Almost immediately, they fly open once more at the sight of those red orbs piercing the darkness once more. “I just… haven’t been getting enough sleep, I don’t think.”

“Is something bothering you?”

The expression of concern on his face could easily be mistaken for frustration or disgust, given the way his lips are pursed, and brows angled downwards. But you know from experience that those emotions are reserved for conversations about his work, rather than those regarding you, and his level of interest warms your heart. “I… I saw something earlier this week, and… it was a bit unsettling, is all.”

You can’t help but notice how his full attention is on you when your eyes meet again. Neither his pastry nor his steaming cup of coffee is on his mind, since neither one is in his hands. Instead, his gaze searches yours for the answer that you’re not speaking. Before he can attempt to coax it out of you with another question, you quickly realize that the conversation has veered off in a direction you deem selfish given your desire to allow your most devoted customer a peaceful refuge from the world under the roof of your shop.

“Please, I really don’t want to worry you,” you speak quickly, your hands moving energetically for extra emphasis. Unfortunately, your fingers nudge the cup in front of you just hard enough to topple it over rather dramatically, and its contents flow across the table in a dark wave that has you uttering a curse word under your breath and reaching for the napkin dispenser. Your fingertips are met with plastic, bringing you to realization you’d forgotten to refill it after the morning rush. “I’m so sorry. I’m really out of it today, it seems. Give me a second while I run to the back, okay?”

Before he can respond, you’re up and making a beeline for the kitchen and storage room, cursing yourself on the way there for being so clumsy. A rush of unusually cold air along with the sound of rain pounding the ground greets you when you set foot in the kitchen, and your gaze moves across the room to where the back door is mysteriously ajar. You shudder, but not just because of the chill.

I just got the lock on that damn door fixed…

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, and your feet feel as if they’ve been replaced by sacks of bricks when you try to lift them. It’s as if every fiber in your body is resisting any and all movement toward the door even though you know you can’t leave it open. The horrible sense of dread welling up inside of you almost makes you want to call for Nanami but telling yourself you’re just being dramatic allows you to walk to the other end of the room, but it feels like miles separate you and the far wall.

With a deep breath, you shut the door once more, returning the air within the kitchen to its original stillness, but the weight of the silence that follows feels crushing. And that’s when you hear it. The low, distorted rumbling that you’d heard nearly every night this week from outside your bedroom window. You almost don’t want to look, but when you finally muster enough courage to follow the direction of the ominous sound, you’re met with that same, red gaze that had burned through the gap between your shutters at night.

A few feet away, in a corner that seems much darker than usual, a disfigured but humanoid hand splays across the tiled flooring as the curse who’d been making house calls pulls itself out of the shadowy depths it’s created. Your breath hitches in your throat as fear takes hold, its cold grip freezing your body in place so all you can do is watch as the creature rises up from the floor and stares at you hungrily from where it stands on all fours.

Before you can even understand what’s happening, it lunges at you with a shriek. Thankfully, one of the loudest screams you can muster leaves your mouth, and your survival instincts break you free of the paralysis your emotions had trapped you in. You’re barely able to evade the curse’s grip as you run around the corner of a counter and grab the closest thing to you in the moment, which happens to be a broom. Furiously, and without thinking, you whack the creature as hard as you can while you try to run back towards the shop.

“Kento!” you shout, words accompanied by a loud hiss as you slip, falling against the cold tiles with a thud. The arm you use to brace yourself courses with pain, but that doesn’t stop you from using your free arm to continue throttling the curse with your barely effective weapon of choice.

Just as you see a shadowy hand reach out towards you to grab you, your vision is suddenly obscured by the familiar, sandy brown of Nanami’s suit. In an instant, he’s swinging his cleaver in front of him with his cursed technique that downs the beast in one fell swoop. Once the threat has been eliminated, your knight in business attire places his weapon in its holster on his back and bends down to check on you.

Any questions he asks you are lost in a hum of shock that rings in your ears for a moment, and you find yourself unable to do anything but stare at where your otherworldly assailant had been looming over you mere seconds ago. However, a sudden moment of clarity brings you back to reality, and you finally meet Nanami’s gaze, feel his hands on your arms, and hear his voice.

“It was waiting for me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“The curse,” you clarify before repeating, “Bastard was waiting for me.”

As he helps you up to your feet and gets you settled back down at the booth you’d previously occupied—and that he’d cleaned, you notice—you explain to him the story of the unsettling visitor whose loitering had robbed you of your sleep the entire week. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you could see curses?” he wonders, taking off his suit jacket and draping it around your shoulders when he notices you shivering. Whether you’re doing so out of shock or your body’s need to maintain its natural temperature, you’re unsure, but the warmth of the garment he sheds soon puts an end to it.

“I don’t know,” you answer slowly, eyes steadily making their way up to his face where it hovers above your arm so he can carefully place a bag of ice he’d wrapped in a towel on the steadily swelling lump adorning your forearm. “I think it’s because I wish I couldn’t see them and saying that I can would really make me think about all the horrible things I’ve seen.”

“Do you have any other injuries?” His touch is gentle in an unexpected way, given the level of his strength and the ease with which he’d disposed of your attacker, and you can’t help but watch his fingers rearrange the bag of ice to cover your injury after you shake your head in response. “Give me a moment,” he states, retrieving his phone from his pocket, “I’m calling a coworker to take us back to Jujutsu High’s campus so you can have a proper examination.”

“I’m okay! I promise!” you splutter quickly, but the pain in your side that suddenly makes itself known when you try to stand causes you to grimace and further solidifies his suspicions. “I don’t want you to work more than you have to.”

He ignores you and delivers a very to the point message to his colleague with information about your whereabouts anyway. After he hangs up, a feeling of appreciation spurs you to open the palm of your opposite hand as you extend it towards him and rest it on the table. He returns your gesture by placing his unoccupied hand in yours so your fingers can wrap around it tenderly. But even once you’ve given it a gentle squeeze, he doesn’t make any attempts to retreat from your grip.

Quietly, you ask, as your heart flutters in your chest, “Why are you doing this for me?”

With a gentle sigh, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of amusement meet yours. “Do you remember the first day we met?” You nod and a small smile forms across your lips at the pleasant memory coming back to you, pushing away all the worries and doubts that had been previously swirling around your head.

“I came in here, asking if you sold my favorite type of bread. You told me you didn’t—much to my dismay. However, you looked at me for a long moment and I don’t know what it was you saw in me, but whatever it was spurred you to say, come back again tomorrow, and I’ll have some made for you.”

The short pause he takes while his gaze shifts to the bread you’d given him earlier is filled with the soft music playing throughout the shop. “I’ve thought about how you could’ve just said no and been done with me. We didn’t have any obligations to one another. We were just strangers. Yet, you chose to go out of your way for me.”

“You were exhausted.”

He watches you expectantly, so you explain, “That’s what I saw in you. That you were just so, so tired, Kento; and I wanted to do anything I could to give you some peace of mind. That’s why I make it, just for you.” A giddy grin spreads across your lips at being reminded of how your coworkers had always asked if you were making the special loaf whenever you’d been working on your own in the kitchen after your first meeting with Nanami.

“Plus,” you continue, “you’re a jujutsu sorcerer. You’re constantly putting your own life on the line for the rest of us, so you should be able to enjoy a simple pleasure like being able to eat your favorite bread.”

When he smiles, the pain throbbing deep beneath your skin subsides for just a second. It’s such a rarity to see that tough and somewhat aloof demeanor of his break and give way to what you’re witnessing now that you wish you could stop time and hold onto this moment forever. But what he says next makes you glad that it continues without a care in the world about what you desire.

“You asked why I’m doing this for you. From the first day I met you, you’ve made it clear that you care about me. Please, let me show you that the feeling is mutual.”

Maybe it’s a combination of the week you’ve had or the fact that you’d just narrowly avoided death thanks to the man sitting in front of you, but his words nearly bring tears to your eyes; and your heart swells with affection at every effort he makes to do right by his promise. He helps you gather your belongings, even going so far as to sling your bag over his shoulder, places an arm around you to support you and keep you under the cover of his umbrella while the two of you walk out to his colleague’s car, and allows you access to his hand to hold during the car ride to campus.

“Kento.” His attention shifts over to you from where it had been directed towards the window, watching the city pass by outside. Placing your other palm atop the back of his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, you say, “Thank you so much. I really appreciate you.”

“As I do you.”

fun fact that didn’t make it in the fic: nanami didn’t say it, but he thinks you’re ruthless for going after a curse with a broom. and maybe a bit insane. but he’s certainly not put off by it.

[pedropascalssimp]

Beauty and the beast

Darth maul x Fem Princess reader

|part 1|may possibly be a 2nd part.

Summary: when maul takes up a job that benefits the sith, he never expected the unimaginable to happen. But here the princess of the backwater planet is, falling for the monstrous Sith. Who's to say maul isn't quite infatuated with her as well?

Warnings: this takes place before the phantom menac! It probably sucks and I once again made up a planet to fit this little idea better! Slight, BRIEF angst. Fluff.

*Not my gif!*

The Sith watched in awe, lips slightly parted in bewilderment at how she flawlessly moved about the room. Floating like a feather among the palace.

Elegant, the first word to grace his mind as he watched the way she moved across the pristine marble floor. Her scarlet dress was made from the finest silk hugging her body perfectly, Gold trimming woven into the plunging neckline that exposed more of her chest to his golden eyes, the slight spicks of crimson like stares alight in the dark sky as he watches from the shadows. She was truly an angel that graced this planet, her beauty incomparable to anything other than the gorgeous creatures on Iego. her smile radiant, voice a melody that rolled off her tongue like molasses. He had only spotted her earlier into the day, but then he was afraid to stare for too long, afraid he'd get caught by the owners of this palace. Why would the king want a monster such as the sith lord gazing upon the princess?

Maul couldn't help but feel the way his hearts practically long to know if her skin were as soft as it looked beneath the chandeliers golden light, wanting to feel her soft ruby painted lips against his in the lightest of kisses. The appending desire to hold her growing into an intense unbearable need the longer he gazed at her while she spoke with people of her kingdom, the ballroom alive with joy and happiness.

This kingdom wasn't as popular as others, rather a backwater planet that the present kings father had built up from the muddy ground, restoring order among the green humid planet. Giving the world law and order like it desperately needed, peace restored to the people who once killed one another over prized possessions or food. The former king built this very palace and hustled enough to earn a wealthy amount of credits to buy the kingdom food, killing no more among this planet. But since this planet, Ethoria was so peaceful and strict on that fact, many people with bounty on their heads sought a secretary here, meaning many bounty hunters came by and broke the law.

So after finding out about a particular assassin, one highly trained to kill the bounty hunters. The present king began bargaining with an old friend, pledging his allegiance to the sith lord count Dooku and aiding him in whatever needs possible if he could just borrow the sith darth maul, the assassin in question. Like say if the king's people ever bear a force sensitive child, Dooku may train the child in the ways of the sith if desired. Of course Maul agreed to help, given the order to do so by his master Darth Sidious.

Maul thought this mission would be quite boring, waiting around all day for the bounty hunters to enter this system to do their killing. But after meeting the king in the throne room and laying eyes on the princess, a gorgeous woman who made even the brightest of stars seem dull. Maul began to rethink his opinion on this mission, it would indeed be intriguing. Especially after the king gave maul the privilege of sleeping in a spare room among the palace.

Her laugh, the angelic sound is what broke his thoughts. Snapped back into reality, Maul is surprised to see the beauty known as the princess stood before him. Her eyes glued to his as she smiles at him. The sight caused his hearts to beat more rapidly, quite literally taking his breath away with one simple look. It was then, he knew she had been trying to speak with him, only to have him gawking like an idiot.

Clearing his throat, Maul bows in courtesy. “Please forgive me princess, my mind seems to be elsewhere” he smiles at her, hands clasped in front of him as the hood of his black cloak covers the horns atop his head, but the golden hue of the ballrooms light shows a glimpse of the ones on his temple.

The princess only lets out a light chuckle, the sound embedding itself in Maul's memory. “No need to worry yourself. I only came by to offer you my company, you looked awful lonely standing over here in the shadows” she said, voice soft. Her eyes roaming his face with a look one could only describe as admiration. It surprised maul to receive such a look from the gorgeous princess.

“I prefer it that way” the words slip off his tongue with no thought to them, her sparkling vibrant Y/E/C eyes seem to deflate, gaze averted to the marble floor.

“Oh, then I'm sorry to have bothered you” she offered a smaller smile than before, but it still held a friendliness to it as the other more brighter smiles flashed his way.

Having realized his mistake, Maul leans forward in the flash of light and grabs her hand. Soft and delicate, a feeling he had never felt before. It sent shivers down his spine, heart swelling with an unfamiliar feeling as he caught her eyes, framed by dark lashes that fluttered in surprise by his haste to keep her in his company. Her lips had parted as she looked as if she wanted to speak, but no words fell from her mouth as goosebumps arose on her exposed skin. Maul knew that he wasn't the only one affected by the touch shared between him and her once he spotted the bumps on her flesh.

“I would like you to show me around the garden” he spoke almost shyly, afraid she'd recoil from his touch in disgust. Afraid of his menacing appearance as a Zabrak while she was a gorgeous human. But the princess seemed to be full of surprises as she smiled at him sweetly before nodding in agreement to his request.

“Of course, follow me then maul” the way his name rolled off her tongue makes his heart go wild, thumping against his ribcage as if begging to escape and have her take them away so they can beat for her and her alone.

And so he followed her, surprised she still held his gloved hand in her own, as she walked him through the palace and out into the crisp night air. Although the mornings on this planet could be humid and hot, the nights were cold. While the princess admired the night sky, gazing at the two moons in the sky accompanied by the stars and planet's hanging in the dark sky with wonder. Maul admired her with the same unfamiliar swelling in his hearts, like a flower blooming for the first time in spring, new to the sunshine that embraced it, surrounding it with warmth in the promise of happiness and life, protection.

Maul stood there like a newly bloomed flower as his sunshine stood beside him holding his hand talking about the stars and moons in the sky while he soaked in her radiance. Perhaps it was love coursing through his veins, embracing his hearts and soul. He knew he shouldn't fall victim to her beauty though, for it were liable he would only be broken once the feelings go unrequited. Why would she love him when her kingdom provides her other souls that can live peacefully while he practices the art of murder?

“What's on you're mind?” she spoke up, yet again breaking his thoughts and snapping him back into reality.

He only sighs and looks around at the garden, many exotic flowers reside in the garden, closed up due to the sun's absence. “It's better left unspoken, princess” he replied to her concern as they walked through the garden. A pond surrounded by stone walls in the middle of the garden cast under a blue hue by the moons above. The princess leads maul over to the pond and they sit on the stone wall keeping the water in.

“Please call me Y/N, there is no need for such formalities out here” she giggled while a burst of wind breezed by, her shiver not going unnoticed by maul.

Ever the gentleman, he takes his cloak off, sadly letting her hand go to do so, revealing his unshadowed face. Crimson skin adorned by inky black tattoos, patterns that make her heart beat quicker by the full view of his face now. Horns small that emerge from his head like a crown, golden eyes surprisingly soft as he offered her his cloak to keep warm. She takes it, slipping it on and wrapping it around herself. His warmth still on it, his scent almost dizzying as she feels her cheeks heat up.

“Thank you maul” she muttered as he offered her a little nod and smile. Nervous under her intense gaze as she admired him, how his crimson and obsidian skin glow beneath the duel moon's light. He was truly a magnificent sight in her eyes, a handsome soul incomparable to anyone else. “Not only a gentleman but a handsome one at that” she compliments him, face flushed.

The zabrak practically snaps his head toward her with a shocked expression. Had he heard her right? Or was his mind playing cruel tricks on him? But one look into her soft enchanting eyes, he saw the awestruck glint in them, how her admiration spills from her own being in waves, detected in the force.

“I think the cold has made you delusional princess -

“I thought we had established to call me by my name?”

“I mean Y/N, and as I was saying -

“Wasn't important because I already know it's nothing but a load of bantha fodder” she cut his words off yet again, already knowing he was about to degrade himself in some form.

“How do you know if you haven't heard what I have to say?” he inquired with an amused smirk, golden eyes sparkling with joy.

“one doesn't need the force to know when someone is about to say something incredibly stupid” she mused with a little shake of her head, her eyes drifting down to her hands folded in her lap. She missed the feeling of his hand in her own, something she didn't know he missed as well.

“Not even known me for an hour and yet you seem to read me well” he lets out a chuckle, “You are quite the character darling” he shakes his head with a fond smile dancing across his lips. His hearts growing attached to her already, despite having only known her for a short period of time.

The wind blew once more, causing fallen leaves to sweep across the garden floor in a swirling dance. Maul watched them but felt the ticklish feeling of one leaf land on his head, his horns keeping the browning thing there. Giggling at the sight, Y/N watches how maul simply gives her a playful glare until his lips tug up in a small grin.

“I'll get it for you, hold still” she slowly leans closer to his side, reaching a delicate hand up to remove the dying leaf from his head. Her fingers letting the leaf go as she kept her hand in place, awestruck by how soft his skin felt beneath her fingertips. Slowly she touched one of his horns as he watched her face display her adoring look, admiring his handsome features as her hand slowly trails down from his horn to press her palm against his cheek, lips parted as she gazed at him with love. The look overwhelming maul almost as he subconsciously leans into her soft touch. The low purr emitting from his chest fueling Y/N to continue, leaning her face closer to his, warm breath gracing his skin, the desire to feel her lips growing stronger as her eyes flutter closed and their noses brush against each other. Lips nearly touch, ghosting over another.

“M'lady Y/N! You're father has been - oh my! I'm sorry to -

Practically pulling away from her faster than a speeder, Maul stood up and glared at the young maid. She showed her fear brought on by his glare as she avoided his eyes. The princess looked disappointed, almost hurt by how he abandoned her side as if she were the most venomous creature in all the galaxy. He ignores her hurt expression and demands his cloak back, brushing off the shatter of his hearts, how they beg him to forget about the kriffing maid and fulfill the need to kiss the princess, to finish what was started. But he gives her one last look, hating how she avoids his eyes and focuses on the younger woman who interrupted the two in the first place.

“Goodnight princess, thank you for showing me around this lovely garden” he bowed and walked away not even awaiting her response. He felt like a fool for how he recoiled from her, how he demanded his cloak back and left in a hurry. But he knew that consequences would be dealt with for the princess if she were spotted kissing the sith assassin paid to rid her home planet of the cold blooded killers destroying the peace her grandfather and father fought hard to keep. Maul knew that he wasn't the right one for her, that he couldn't give in to temptation, it would only break not only his, but her heart as well once he leaves this planet.

But she couldn't help but feel a connection with the sith, her heart yearning to feel his skin again.

His heart yearning to feel her warm delicate touches. The connection he felt growing as he walked away from her, the sight of her eyes already plaguing his mind.

[sugarandspice-games]

Flirty Cosplayer MC makes Levi Jealous

Leviathan should really be used to this feeling.

This burning, clawing, twisting in his chest that shortens his breath and makes his muscles jump with the urge to run, and hide, and never look back.

Even if he wanted to not look back, he couldn’t look away. 

How could he?

This happened every single time you went to a convention together. It should have been fun: conventions were typically the place to share your interests with like minded people, and he had been eager to see you in the costume he made for you, showing off his hard work…

But there you stood, in the middle of a sea of flashing cameras, side by side with a handsome cosplayer dressed as the Lord of Shadows… and to add insult to injury, his arm was draped around your shoulder!

He knew it was only for the purpose of the photo, because the characters were close... But still!

Still…

Seeing you so close with someone who was practically better than him in every way, while you were so far away tore at his heart-- and you were smiling so brightly…

“Levi!” 

Of course. Of course, Asmo would pop in at a time like this… It was his friend after all!

His handsome, talkative friend holding you…

“What, Asmo?” He couldn’t help the slight whine in his voice or how the consonants seem to drag. “What do you want?”

“Ooo! Someone is grumpy!” Asmo’s chipper voice was grinding on his last nerve and Levi huffed, crossing his arms. Asmo only held up his hands with a patient smile. “You should be happy! Isn’t this the kind of thing you live for and our cute MC is modeling for you!”

Asmo wasn’t wrong, but everything else was wrong! There shouldn’t be someone else with his arms around his Henry and you shouldn’t be smiling like that!

“I guess... “

“Levi… What’s wrong?” Asmo’s tone was suddenly serious. “Really, you aren’t this gloomy unless…”

“Levi!”

Your call interrupted Asmo’s statement and Levi’s stomach loosened a bit to clench once more as you approached-- fingers wrapped around the (amazing, better) man’s wrist. 

“I wanted to show you his costume! I thought you might like it--”

“This isn’t the best time, MC. I’m busy,”

Levi blurted out the first thing that came to mind, clutching the oversized Azuki-tan he had in his arms. He had forgotten about her, honestly, but now, he squeezed her and squeezed her tighter when your smile faltered. 

“Oh, I’m sorry…” You kept your tone light but your eyes were disappointed. “Zaelix was here today and I figured you might like to have lunch with him since he loves the Lord of Shadows, too…”

Levi couldn’t help but think that it was as if you didn’t realize it. 

The way that demon was looking at you, his eyes entranced with your every move, his hands somehow finding a way to brush your shoulders or pick spare strings off of your costume-- the costume Levi had spent countless hours agonizing over so it would be perfect for you-- as if looking for any excuse to touch you. 

But who could blame him? Levi didn’t, because who wouldn’t fall for someone as radiant and wonderful as you? 

No, if anything it was his own fault. It was his fault for not being more like the man in front of him… and if anything, the way you giggled at his words and scanned him up and down implied you shared his attraction.

You just kept touching him and biting your lip.

 He couldn’t blame you either, for wanting someone more in your league than some washed up has-been of a general who had lost his purpose. For someone better that could go out, go to school and whose entire identity wasn’t being a yucky otaku…

You deserved so much better.

No, you deserved the best.

But… This wasn’t the first, second, or even twentieth time something like this had happened, either… you were just so charming that people flocked to your side, practically begging for your attention like starving puppies begged for food. 

Each and every time, it left Levi confused, hopeless, and…

It sent a fire burning through his veins. 

A fire that wanted to protect you, to keep you for himself. Because he wished he could keep you safe from every pair of eyes that longed to have you for themselves.

That longed to take you away from him, because how could he win?

“Levi? Are you okay?”

Your concerned, slightly hurt gaze snapped him from his reverie and he took a breath. Even if he couldn’t compare to this guy, he couldn’t let you look like that. 

Not his Henry.

“I-I’m great! Sorry about that, I didn’t mean it,” He laughed shakily, fluffing up Azuki-tan harshly. “Azuki-tan is just really soft!”

“She does look soft,” Zaelix responded but his eyes were not on Azuki-tan but you.

Bile started to climb Levi’s throat, but it settled as you let go of Zaelix’s wrist to caress Azuki-tan adoringly. 

“She is very soft... “ You murmured, before reaching to pinch his cheek gently. “But you’re softer Leviachan!”

You ruffled his hair fondly. His cheeks reddened as his heart thunders behind his ribcage.

Zaelix cleared his throat, clearly upset that he’s being ignored at the moment, and Levi’s chest tightened in response.

“So, uh… I wanted to compliment you on your costume, actually,” he said as he turned to you, “Did you buy it somewhere, or did you make it yourself?”

Levi expected your hand to fall and it hurt just as much as he expected… but you didn’t turn to stand beside Zaelix. Instead, you planted yourself beside him, giggling.

“Awww! Thank you so much! Actually…” You grinned and reached over to steal Azuki-tan from him to press your face against her. “My boyfriend made it!”

Your… boyfriend…

Levi.exe has experienced a fatal error. 

Levi.exe has stopped working and will shortly shut down.

He thought his face couldn’t get any redder, but it was roughly the color of a freshly washed hell radish, burning brighter than the sun and dripping with enough sweat to drown a small houseplant. Just like one of those scenes in shoujo anime where the pretty boy does something that nearly causes the protagonist to die of heart failure…!

“Your... boyfriend?” Zaelix questioned, looking around before his eyes finally settled on Levi, who blinked back at him owlishly. “Oh.” 

Zaelix started looking a little flushed himself; it seemed that it was his turn to be embarrassed!

Levi smiled just a bit.

“Yep!” You chirped, pressing yourself close to Levi’s side and wrapping one arm around him, “My boyfriend, the master tailor! He’s an absolute wizard when it comes to fabrics, and he cosplays himself sometimes! If you follow my Devilgram, he made every cosplay you’ve seen there!”

A… wizard? A master tailor?!

He was going to literally die, but you were beaming at him so he just nodded mechanically. 

“Yeah… I did. Anything for my Henry…”

“Oh… “ Zaelix said with an awkward smile, “Man, you’re a pretty talented guy! I knew you were a part of the student council, but I didn’t know you were so handy with a sewing machine. If you take commissions, I might have to get you to make one for me sometime.”

“Of course!” You jumped right in and fluttered your eyelashes at Zaelix. “We look forward to your commission. Right, honey?”

You just called him honey...

You kissed Levi’s cheek and he had no idea what just happened but you were smiling at him! And holding Azuki-tan! And looking so dashing as Henry!

It was a good day!

You winked at Asmo discreetly as Zaelix joined him finally before tugging Levi towards the small, makeshift Ruri-chan Cafe you had spotted earlier. 

Anything for your grumpy Lord of Shadows.

[organabanana]

leaves of three, let it be [2/3] || harlivy

Chapters: 2/3

Fandom:  DCU (Comics)DCUHarley Quinn (Comics)Harley Quinn (Cartoon 2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Relationships: Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel

Characters: Pamela Isley, Harleen Quinzel, Selina Kyle

Additional Tags: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of batman fucking bats, most of this is straight up idiocy tbh, i just finished watching the cartoon so everyone swears like a sailor i’m sorry, rated for (ahem) happenings later on, ivy/harley/catwoman frenemies

Summary

After Harley mistakenly confesses her love and then promptly takes it back, Ivy spends some time sorting through the things she absolutely doesn't feel (and the ones she does). Selina and Harley don't quite help.

Chapter 1: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 2: AO3

If you ever asked Poison Ivy if she’s into meditation, she’d say she isn’t.

Actually, if you ever asked Poison Ivy if she’s into meditation, she’d probably stare you down until you crumbled under the sheer weight of her judgment and apologized for ever talking to her, but that’s beside the point.

The point is, Ivy doesn’t meditate. The concept of meditation, if you ask her, goes in the same patchouli-scented box as moon-charged crystals and essential oils.

No. What Ivy does is… introspection. Yeah. She introspects. She consciously clears her mind of all intrusive thoughts. Which may sound a lot like meditation, maybe? But — she cannot stress this enough — it’s not the same thing.

So there she is. Sitting on her couch. Introspecting. And it may look like she’s staring off into the distance, but she’s actually looking at a nearly invisible, tiny little hint of a green sprout that’s managed to grow in a crack on the windowsill.

There it is. A tiny little fighter. Just like—

Nope.

No way.

We are absolutely not thinking about her. We’re introspecting. So Ivy takes in a deep breath, in through her nose, eyes fluttering closed as she exhales slowly and then opens them and tries again.

As she was saying. A tiny little sprout. She could go over there and touch it and quite literally breathe life into it. She can’t tell what kind of plant it is, but she could make it bloom if it’s a flowering species. What if it’s a tree? She could make it grow so big its roots would tear this whole building apart just like her heart was torn apart last ni—

Motherf—

“Morning, my little dill pickle.”

Selina climbs in through the window, practically gliding into Ivy’s apartment with the kind of grace that would normally make Ivy stop and stare and perhaps have a not-quite-respectful thought or two.

Listen: she has eyes. Don’t read into it.

Anyway. As graceful and ridiculously nimble as Selina is, she’s also way up high in Ivy’s shit list at the moment (second only to you know who), so today is not the day for lighthearted conversation and platonic crushes.

“Fuck you, Selina,” Ivy offers as a greeting, glancing at the plant to make sure it’s still there. And it is, of course. Selina fucking Kyle may be a bitch and a half, but she knows how to move without leaving a trace.

“Now?” Selina cocks one perfectly manicured eyebrow at Ivy, the slightest hint of a teasing smirk on her face. “I mean I was gonna offer brunch, but that doesn’t sound like the worst midday plan.”

Ivy simply stares for a moment, as if she’s forgotten if there’s one person in the world that’s absolutely immune to even her most wilting looks, that’s Selina fucking Kyle.

“Oh, come on,” Selina practically groans, “stop it. Brooding is such a teen boy move.”

“I am not brooding.”

“Right.” With one single word, Selina makes it clear that she doesn’t believe Ivy and, most importantly, that she doesn’t care enough to argue. “Anyway. Brunch? My treat.”

Ivy closes her eyes. Not meditating. Just introspecting. Just trying to channel the urge to make a full-grown sequoia grow out of Selina Kyle’s ass into something productive. One deep breath in through her nose and—

“We can have margaritas!” Selina lets out a quiet chuckle as she admires the perfectly matte black polish on her fingernails. “Yikes. Too soon?”

Fuck introspection.

“I. Am going. To fucking murder you.” Ivy stands up with every intention to make good on that promise, and Selina must read it in her eyes because for the first time since Ivy’s known her — for the first time in her life, maybe — Selina looks scared.

Well, maybe not scared.

But she is absolutely concerned.

“Fuck me, Ive, damn,” Selina takes one step back, no longer smirking, “calm down, will you?”

Ivy stops, Selina’s audacity basically jolting her out of her murderous rage. “Calm down, Selina? Fucking seriously? You did what you did and now you come here and tell me to fucking calm down?”

Selina tilts her head just so, like she’s conceding (against her will) that maybe there is a reason for Ivy to be somewhat upset with her.

“Oh, come on,” she sighs, rolling her shoulders like the tension has to leave her body somehow, and it will certainly not be via an apology, “it wasn’t even real poison.”

Ivy’s eyes widen slightly in disbelief. Does Selina think she’s mad because she thinks Harley was in actual danger?

No. No, Selina can’t think that, because Selina may be an asshole, but she’s a very smart asshole. So she must know Ivy’s well aware of Harley’s immunity to toxins. She must know that’s not even remotely the reason Ivy’s spent the last eleven hours and some change introspecting all thoughts of last night out of her mind.

For a split second, Ivy feels something similar to warmth towards Selina as she considers that maybe she’s simply ignoring the embarrassing part of the event to spare Ivy. Maybe she’s pretending this is about Harley’s physical wellbeing and not… well. The other thing.

Sadly, the split second passes.

“If it helps,” Selina says, and even before she finishes the sentence Ivy can already sense it won’t help at all, “it’s totally reciprocated.”

Ivy feels it crawling up her veins, thick like sap. She’s managed to distill plenty of emotions, turned them into tonics and toxins and elixirs and used them for her own benefit and the Green’s. She’s bottled love — well, lust — and hatred and rage. Fear, even. Insanity, ironically enough. But this.

This… this humiliation.

Oh, this is something else.

Ivy closes her eyes. In through her nose, and even the air feels like it has to go through that thick mixture of (public) pain and weakness and acknowledged vulnerability to get to her lungs.

It’s one thing to have Harley see her like this. Like that. Like last night. Defenses down and heart out there in the open like her ribcage’s forgotten its purpose. That’s fine, she figures, because it’s been the norm for years and years and years. It’s nothing new, really, to have Harley see her accidentally stumble over the line into pathetic from time to time. It happens.

But Selina.

Selina fucking Kyle.

Selina saw that and she understood what she was seeing and now she’s acknowledging it, and Ivy isn’t even mad anymore.

I mean, she is. She’s really fucking mad.

She’s just many other things as well as mad, so it’s harder to focus on it.

Out through her mouth. Slowly. And her voice is nice and even when she opens her eyes and looks at Selina once again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ivy lies, walking towards the kitchen like that had been her intention all along, “there is nothing to reciprocate.”

Ivy can feel Selina’s look on the back of her head. She’s not going to give her the satisfaction of turning around, of course. Selina Kyle’s ego is healthy enough as it is. But she can absolutely feel it. A look involving an arched eyebrow and narrowed eyes and possibly a smirk. Maybe the slightest purse of painted lips, if she’s going for judgmental rather than smug.

Selina is multi-faceted in her scorn.

“You have got to be shitting me, Ive,” Selina says, and Ivy still refuses to turn around, focusing instead on staring at the interior of her fridge and ignoring the fact that ninety percent of its contents are there for Harley’s all-day snacking needs.

She ends up grabbing a jug of water not because she’s thirsty, but simply because it’s the only thing in there she knows for a fact is there just for her.

“Seriously?” Selina prods, walking closer and crossing her arms over her chest as she watches Ivy methodically fill a glass of water like it’s a delicate operation that requires her undivided attention. “You’re such a fucking pussy. And I don’t mean that as a compliment.”

Ivy does turn around then, gripping the glass with perhaps a little more force than strictly necessary. In her defense, she’d much rather be gripping Selina’s neck instead.

“Once again, Selina,” she says with a slight shrug, taking a sip of cold water, “no idea what you’re talking about.”

Selina gapes at her. It’s kind of flattering, actually. It’s not every day something leaves Selina Kyle fully unable to speak. Maybe — Ivy thinks to herself, enjoying her water — she’ll never speak again. Maybe she’ll leave Gotham entirely. Wouldn’t that be just—

Ivy’s train of thought is completely derailed by something that is never a good sign: Selina Kyle is laughing.

Not chuckling. Not snickering. Not letting out one of those sarcastic giggles she likes to use to obliterate people’s entire self-esteem.

No. No, this is honest to goodness, full-on belly laughter, and it’s fucking terrifying.

“Wh— what the fuck, Selina?” Ivy asks, trying to sound less scared than she actually is. Selina’s sense of humor is not so much dark as it is downright fucked up, and if she’s finding something in this situation funny, it can only mean someone is about to get crushed, metaphorically or otherwise.

All signs point to Ivy.

“Look at you!” Selina points in the general direction of Ivy, like she’s about to rip her fashion sense to shreds. But this, sadly, has nothing to do with clothes. “Holy shit, you’re in so much deeper than I thought, this is fucking hilarious.”

Ivy takes one step back, until her hip bumps against the counter and she blindly feels around to leave the half-empty glass on it. To her credit, she still manages to try and infuse her voice with something resembling nonchalance one last time.

“You’re not making any sen—“

“Man, you’re in love, in love, huh?”

Ivy’s been shot before. So she feels like she’s not being overly dramatic when she says Selina’s words feel just like that. Like being shot right in the gut. And Ivy tries to be as stoic as she usually is when faced with things like gunshots and blunt force and bat-shaped ninja stars (holy fuck, he’s such a nerd), but she feels a bit like she’s been standing on a castle of cards for the last… however many years it’s been since she met Dr. Quinzel in Arkham, and Selina’s just figured out exactly where to blow to make it all come tumbling down.

“I mean I knew you two were into each other. Obviously,” Selina continues, and Ivy suddenly understands the exact meaning of all those expressions regarding cats and mice, “but I thought it was like… well, you know. Friends in need of a nudge towards the benefits. But this.”

Selina shakes her head, smile as wide as her eyes. She looks both surprised and delighted. Like she’s really just found out there are feelings involved in whatever lust-filled fever dream she’d interpreted as reality before now.

“And you’re the one who’s doing all the yearning. I totally thought she was the useless one. Holy shit.” Selina takes a couple steps in the direction of the window, like using a door like a normal person is simply not an option for her. “How long?”

Ivy opens her mouth, but Selina interrupts her before any sound can come out.

“Don’t answer that. I already know.” Selina waves her hand dismissively. “No wonder you’re fucking terrified. You’d be safer falling in love with an actual hyena.”

“I’m not—“

“Please.” Selina reaches the window and notices that little plant for the first time, giving it a little pat that could almost pass for affectionate if you didn’t know Selina Kyle. “So what’s scarier, Ive?” Selina almost purrs the question. “That she may not love you back, or that she probably does?”

Ivy tells herself she could murder Selina right then and there, with the help from the little plant. Hell, she could probably kill her without help from the plant.

But that wouldn’t really fix anything, right?

“Anyway!” Selina lets out a happy little sigh as she slinks out of the window and onto the fire escape outside. “No brunch, then. I’ll leave you to your brooding.” Her smile turns into a smirk then, eyes narrowed like she’s about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse. “And don’t worry, Ive. I can keep a secret.”

Selina winks at her before she disappears.

Ivy refuses, pointedly, to think about her conversation with Selina.

She tries to go back to her introspection, but it turns out there’s no breathing in and out when your chest is full of feelings to the point of actual physical discomfort, so Ivy gives up on that, too.

She could plot. Scheme, if you will. It’s been a while since she’s gone for an actual multi-step plan to rid Gotham — and, later, the world — of parasitic CEOs profiting off nature. A bit of environmentally friendly murder never fails to put her in a good mood.

But it turns out it’s nearly impossible to come up with a solo plan without being constantly aware of the fact that going solo is no longer her default. A plan involving only herself doesn’t feel like just any random plan anymore. Now it feels like a plan without her, and that’s just— that’s just the opposite of what she needs to be thinking about right now.

So.

What’s an eco-terrorist to do when eco-terrorism is not an option?

Eight hours later she’s in her lab, hair haphazardly held in a bun with a pencil as she looks at her latest experiment through her microscope.

The little sprout from her windowsill sits right next to the microscope in a beaker serving as a makeshift flower pot while Ivy works.

“You know, if this works,” Ivy tells the sprout, eyes trained on the cell that should enter active mitosis any second now, “you’re going to be my sidekick when we take down the next big guy.”

If this works, and she can give this tiny plant the powers she hopes to give her, they can take over Gotham and the world as a team. Ivy’s always worked best with plants, anyway. Who needs—

“Red?”

Harley’s voice is uncharacteristically mellow, but it manages to startle Ivy anyway.

“Jesus, Harley,” Ivy doesn’t look away from the microscope, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

She’s not mad. Not at Harley, anyway. None of this is her fault. She’s just—

Listen. Figuring out exactly what to call what she’s feeling would require introspection, and we’re not doing that anymore.

“Oh. I uh—“ There’s something in Harley’s tone that twists uncomfortably in Ivy’s chest. “Wanted to talk?”

Ivy doesn’t want to talk. Talking, as it turns out, may be the very last thing she wants to do. But there’s that something in Harley’s voice. Something that sounds a bit like embarrassment. Like shame, even. Like maybe if Ivy were to listen in on Harley’s inner monologue right now the voice in there would sound suspiciously like him calling her a fuck-up and an idiot and—

“I’m sorry.” Ivy leaves the little plant’s cell to enter mitosis in its own time and turns to fully focus on Harley. “I didn’t mean to snap. You just startled me.”

Harley visibly relaxes. Ivy decides she hates him just that much more than she did ten seconds ago.

“Didn’t mean to startle ya,” Harley leaves her bat propped against the trunk of a giant nightshade and takes a few steps towards Ivy.

Normally, Harley has no concept of personal space. She sits on whatever surface is closest to Ivy, invading her space and making it impossible for her to fully focus on anything that’s not Harley. It should be annoying, but it isn’t, for reasons Ivy is absolutely not going to consider at this time.

This time, however, Harley hovers just a step or two away from Ivy and her microscope and her standing desk.

It feels…

It feels wrong.

“What did you want to talk about?” Ivy taps the desk and tries not to smile when Harley beams as she practically bounces to sit on it. Her legs dangle over the edge, well-worn combat boots lightly bumping against Ivy’s legs with each soft swing of Harley’s feet.

Nothing really feels wrong anymore.

“I’m sorry, Pammy.”

Ivy shakes her head. “It’s fine. You know you’re always welcome here, I just wasn’t expecting—“

“No,” Harley says, and when Ivy looks into her eyes she realizes Harley’s not going to let her pretend she has no idea what this is about, “I mean I’m sorry about the other night.”

Ivy stands up a little straighter. Takes half a step back, like that’s going to help. Crosses her arms over her chest.

“It’s fine.”

Harley tilts her head just so, bright blue eyes narrowing for a second, and Ivy sees a flash of Harleen right there staring back at her. Reading her fucking thoughts, almost. It’s unnerving.

“It’s fine, Harley,” Ivy insists, tone sharper as she takes another step back. She can hear the low rumble of every vine in her lab stirring along with her mood.

There’s a moment there, maybe a few seconds long, where they both simply stare at each other in silence. Like they’re trying to figure each other out in a way that feels completely foreign because she knows Harley, and Harley knows her, and there’s nothing to figure out. Nothing at all.

“You know—“ Harley’s voice sounds a bit brittle, like it may just break if it hits the wrong word, “you know I didn’t mean it, Pammy.”

Ivy nods. Once.

“I know.” She knows now and she knew when she first met Harley and she’s known for the last however many years it’s been. She fucking knows it’s love but it’s not love like that. She knows. “It’s fine.”

“You know Selina just got in my head, right?” Harley keeps talking, and on some level Ivy knows there’s nothing to be angry about because Harley just wants to explain. She just wants to make sure things aren’t weird between them because they’re best friends. But it feels almost cruel anyway. “You know I don’t—“

“I know you don’t love me, Harley, yes, for fuck’s sakes, I’m not an idiot.”

“But I—“

“Don’t.” Ivy holds one finger up. If she has to listen to Harley say she loves her, but just not in that way she may lose her fucking mind. “It’s fine.”

For a few blessed seconds, it feels like maybe Harley will let it go. Like maybe she’ll just drop it and let Ivy get out of this with some semblance of pride.

But that would just be too much to ask, wouldn’t it?

“I do love you, Ive, it’s just—“

“Holy shit, Harley!” Ivy raises her voice and hears the tell-tale creak of vines growing up the wall. “I know! I fucking know, all right? Selina is a dick and you thought margarita mix was a love potion and you’re not fucking in love with me, all right? I know!”

“But—“

“No! No fucking but!” Ivy swears she hears it. The little snap when she loses her last thread of control over what she’s saying and things spill out before she has a chance to filter them. “I don’t love you either, have you even considered that?”

Harley’s eyes widen in the purest expression of surprise Ivy’s ever seen in her life.

“Right!” There’s a part of Ivy that wants to stop. She wants to stop and backtrack and tell Harley she didn’t mean it because she can’t stand the thought of hurting her, and she needs her to know that of course — of course — Ivy loves her. But she just can’t right now. “I’m not secretly in love with you! All right? I’m glad you don’t love me. I’m fucking fine.”

Harley opens her mouth like she’s about to speak, but closes it without making a sound. She doesn’t look hurt, necessarily. She looks… she looks disarmed, almost. Like she doesn’t know how to react.

“I’ll just—“ Harley swallows and jumps off the desk. “We’re fine, so I’ll just leave. Yeah?”

Ivy nods. “Fine.”

“Cool. Yeah.” Harley sort of smiles, but not really. She moves a bit slower than usual as she goes back to her bat and walks towards the door, and there’s a part of Ivy that wants to stop her and fix this somehow — because it’s not fine at all — but self-preservation wins in the end.

“Remember to lock the door on your way out.”

For a second, Harley almost looks like she may say something. And for a second, Ivy almost hopes she will. But Harley just nods and walks out, and when she hears the lock snap into place, Ivy knows she’s all alone with her plants.

Right where she belongs.

[particularemu]

NSFW Alphabet | Hwang Hyunjin

Word Count: 4242

Type: Smut

Author’s Note: I’ve been seeing these go around and I felt like joining the NSFW Alphabet Club so here we are. 

A couple of the blurbs are straight from other fics that I’ve written because my stupid ass is LAAAAZY :3 

Side note: These are all my opinions, so don’t come @ me 

A=Aftercare

This is Hwang Hyunjin we’re talking about here

The softest — sweetest boy I’ve ever seen to exist 

Of course, he’s going to be BOMB at aftercare

His favorite thing to do after sex is soak in a bath, mostly because he can clean you up, help you relieve some of your soreness, AND he gets to have you pressed against his chest

“Do you need anything?” Hyunjin pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“I need you here with me.” You tugged on his arm, making the ebony-haired boy giggle. 

Hyunjin ruffled your hair. “I need to get the bed cleaned up love.” 

“Do it later.” You shifted in the warm bath water, giving him space to slip in. “Please?”

“Fine.” Hyunjin joined you in the bath, eyes going wide when you straddled his hips and kissed him. 

“I love you.” You nuzzled your noses together. 

Hyunjin’s hands rested on your waist, a sexy gleam in his eyes as he squeezed the soft flesh. 

“Do you want a round three?”

B=Body Part

His favorite part on your body? Definitely your eyes.

He loves looking into your eyes because your eyes always seem to hold so much love for him 

On him, Hyunjin loves his lips.

He’s gotten lots of compliments on them, so he figures they’re his best feature.

“Look at me love.” Hyunjin’s forehead rested against yours as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. “Let me see your eyes.” 

You slowly opened your eyes, a quiet moan escaping your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to hit impossibly deeper. “It feels so good Jinnie.” 

Hyunjin picked up the pace, moving faster. He couldn’t help but smirk when your eyes rolled in the back of your head before drifting shut.

“Now love, how many times do I have to tell you keep your eyes open?”

C=Cum

Let’s talk about cum super quick

He loves to cum inside you in every way

There’s something about the way you clench around him (whether he’s fucking your throat or any other hole whoops) that makes the orgasm 10x better for him

He also low-key loves seeing his cum on your tongue

“Open your mouth sweetheart.” Hyunjin tapped his cock against your tongue, breath hitching when you stuck your tongue out for him. He pumped, teeth clenching as he came across your tongue. 

“Hold on.” You looked up at him after hearing his words. 

“Keep that pretty tongue out for me. I love to see myself on your tongue.” 

D=Dirty Secret

Before you were dating, he walked in on you when you were masturbating

You were so caught up in the pleasure that you didn’t hear him walk-in

Poor boy was shooketh

He walked right on out, and dealt with the raging hard-on in his pants 

He thought of you the whole time he was stroking himself

Low-key ashamed but high-key had the greatest orgasm of his life while thinking about you

Couldn’t look you in the eye for like a week

Hyunjin’s eyes raked over your body as you rubbed yourself underneath your panties. 

“Ohh Hyunjin.” 

He rushed out of your room, figuring it was best to leave you alone and take care of his own problem. 

Hyunjin pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked himself. 

“Oh the things you do to me.” 

E= Experience

Ok, so some people feel like these boys have some experience, I respectfully disagree

I feel like these boys don’t have time to get up to any nonsense

Especially Hyunjin

Hyunjin has mentioned that he was a curious child, so he took up many competitions and hobbies

So I feel like he threw himself into sports and hobbies

I also imagine he had 0 time when he was a trainee, so this boy was probably a virgin when he met you

He has definitely masturbated before, but he has never had sex with a woman. 

“I’m a virgin.” 

Hyunjin’s cheeks flushed at your confession. “Me too.” He chuckled nervously. “God, I was so worried about telling you.” 

“Why?” You giggled, grabbing his hands. 

“I don’t know…” Hyunjin trailed off. “I want to make you feel good when the time comes.” 

“We’ll learn together.” 

FIRST TIME

His first time having sex was extremely important to him, and he didn’t want to fuck it up

You and him had been dating for a while 

He wanted you to feel good, so he did some research ahead of time

Boi legit Googled “How do I make a girl cum?” 

He must have found some good information because WOOO

From the get-go, he knew exactly where to touch, lick, and suck to bring you to your high quickly

Of course it took a bit of time and exploring to find what pleased you the most, but once he figured that out, he was hooked

He loved to hear your moans, so he made you cum numerous times with his tongue before even moving on to the main event

Now, he came quickly, and he was a bit embarrassed, but you reassured him it was fine, considering he made you cum many times before penetration

Hyunjin’s eyes squeezed shut as he came, cheeks flushing bright red as he buried his face in your neck. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” He groaned in embarrassment. 

You couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s there to be sorry about?” Your hands ran along his shoulders, making the boy relax into your touch. 

“You didn’t finish.” He mumbled against your skin. 

“Jinnie.” You tilted his chin up, forcing the boy to look at you. “You made me cum three times before you even finished undressing.” You chuckled. “Don’t worry about it.” 

Hyunjin’s cheeks flushed as his brown eyes remained fixed on yours. 

“I love you so much.” 

F= Favorite Position

Missionary king

He loves to look in your eyes when you’re having sex, because it gives him a good idea of how you’re feeling

He can tell by your facial expressions whether or not he’s hitting the right spots

He also wants to be able to tell immediately if you’re in pain

Aside from missionary, he loves the lotus position, and he adores fucking you against a wall with your legs wrapped around his waist

“Oh God, Hyunjin.” You threw your head back against the pillows, nails raking across his back as he thrust into you. 

“Look at me, love.” Hyunjin’s forehead pressed against yours as he rocked into you, eyes watching your facial expressions as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Hyunjin nuzzled your noses together, making your heart flutter in your chest as you came close to your high. 

“I’m gonna cum.” You moaned. 

“Go ahead sweetheart.” Hyunjin’s husky voice sent you over the edge. “That’s it.” His hips rolled against yours to coax you through your orgasm. 

“You look so pretty when you cum.” 

G= Goofy

Sex with Hyunjin can vary from super playful to extremely romantic

You could go either way

Sometimes you guys get a bit giggly when things get hot and heavy and someone sneezes or trips over their pants

Then that playful mood won’t go away and y’all are just giggling while making love

“What are you doing?” You giggled as Hyunjin’s fingertips rubbed across your ribcage.

“Nothing,” Hyunjin smirked — that shit-eating grin driving you bonkers as you reached for him. 

“Please quit fuck me.” You raised your hips up to his, hoping you could pull the boy out of his playful mood. 

“Aww, but I wanna have fun with you~” 

H= Hair

He likes to stay trimmed, but sometimes gets lazy with it

99% of the time he’ll be trimmed up

If he isn’t, he’ll be a bit embarrassed, especially if you keep yourself neat and tidy

You groaned around Hyunjin’s length as his hand pushed you further and further down his cock. “You take me so well baby.” Hyunjin moaned and threw his head back, hand pushing you down until his entire cock rested in your throat. Your nose pressed into the bare skin of his pubic bone. 

“So fucking well.” 

I=Intimacy

Most of your sexual experiences with Hyunjin will be extremely intimate 

He’ll want to shower you with compliments and worship your body

He loves taking his time, pressing kisses to every scar, stretch mark, or mole scattered across your skin

He’ll also want to hear some praises back

“Jinnie stop.” You flushed bright red as Hyunjin kissed along your stretch marks. 

“Why don’t you love yourself?” Hyunjin looked genuinely confused as his lips trailed across your skin. “You’re so beautiful, I don’t know how you don’t love yourself.” 

Oh your heart! 

“Please, let me worship every single piece of you.” 

J=Jack Off

Ahem

I feel like this boy would jack off if the mood hits him and you aren’t there

99% of the time he’d just want to fuck you

But if that isn’t an option, he’d rather use his right hand vs. having blue balls

Hyunjin rolled his head back as his hand closed around the base of his cock. God, he wanted to fuck you so bad, but you were at work. His hand will just have to do. 

A shaky sigh escaped his lips as he ran his hand up and down his length, pulling the foreskin as his thumb rolled across the prominent veins on the side. Oh, how he wished your soft tongue was providing such pleasure. You would always trail your tongue along the underside of his cock, eyes rolling in the back of your head as his cock hit the back of your throat. 

Hyunjin’s thighs shook, a low groan rumbling in his throat as he came in his hand. 

“Fuck, I wish you were here.” 

K=Kink

Jinnie has a praise kink

He loves to give and receive praise

Receiving praise helps him know whether or not he’s doing a good job + it gives him a confidence boost

If this boy seems hesitant with his touches, tell him what you like. He’ll immediately smile and get to work

He’s also into light bondage. He really loves the way Shibari looks and he loves testing out new patterns with the Shibari rope. 

He’s definitely a switch, so he wouldn’t mind letting you take control, but he prefers to be the dom most of the time

He’s totally interested in pegging, but he’d be all sly about it

Like he’d buy butt plugs and be like, “I thought we could try these out tonight. We could use them on you… or me…”

Sly Jinnie

Once you tried them out on him, he’d probably bring up pegging

He’d be super embarrassed but excited

Loves overstimulation: giving and receiving

He really enjoys feeling your thighs shake around his head as he slurps at your core

Is cunnilingus a kink?

It is now

This boy loves dipping his tongue between your folds

He adores you and wants you to feel amazing, and he knows his mouth can do wonders

“You good baby girl?” Hyunjin leaned his head on your inner thigh, a tantalizing smirk tugging at his lips as he watched your body shake and thrash beneath his teasing fingertips. 

His fingers slipped inside you with ease, curling upward to rub against your g-spot. A choked sob escaped your lips as his tongue rolled across your clit once more. 

“I love watching you squirm under my tongue.” 

L=Location

Could fuck you anywhere sis

But he’d prefer to have sex in bed

It gives you two the privacy you need, and he can take his time with you

BUT sometimes he likes having semi-public sex — as long as there’s a VERY small chance that you guys could get caught

“Jinnie, we’re in public!” You moaned as Hyunjin roughly yanked your skirt down your legs. 

Hyunjin slid your panties to the side as he slammed into you. “Maybe you should have thought of that before teasing me.” Hyunjin roughly pistoned into you, making your choked moans echo in the small dressing room. Hyunjin’s hand clamped over your mouth. 

“You better be quiet baby. Unless you want everyone to see me fuck your pretty little pussy.” 

M=Motivation

He loves to see you in pretty lingerie

He also loves to see you in his oversized shirts

Put both together and he’s DEAD

You’ll be bent over in no time if you wear lacy underwear and one of his t shirts

“Hey.” You leaned against the doorframe, clad in one of Hyunjin’s favorite shirts and a lacy pair of underwear that made your ass look perfect. 

Hyunjin tore his eyes away from his book, mouth dropping open as his eyes scanned your body. The boy’s cheeks flushed a bright shade of crimson as he watched you saunter over to him. 

“God, you look perfect.” 

N=No

He’s not willing to do anything that could harm you in any way

So he’s not a fan of knifeplay, breathplay, 

He’s totally fine with a bit of spanking, but for the most part, he wants to worship you, not put you in pain

I also think he isn’t a fan of anything that involves any bodily fluids aside from cum and saliva (so no watersports) 

“What on earth is knifeplay?” Hyunjin’s eyes went wide as the two of you looked up the definition. 

You both wanted to try out different kinks, but you had no idea what kinks even existed, so you and Hyunjin decided to look some up on the internet. 

“Oh, it’s sex involving knives.” You giggled at the look of genuine fear on Hyunjin’s face. 

“We are NOT doing that.” 

O=Oral

This boy is a boss at oral

Hyunjinnie deserves a gold medal

This boy has spent lots of time with his tongue in your folds

He knows exactly how to make you cum with his tongue

He always starts off slow, with long licks up your slit

Then he just dives in like a man starved

His tongue will lap between your folds, the tip circling around your clit before he harshly sucks

He’ll suck your clit between his teeth and nibble a bit

Hold on sis

Because you aren’t cumming just once from his mouth

He loves to overstimulate you, holding your legs open for him while he slurps at your core

Yum

Get me a Jinnie~

Hyunjin pulled you closer and sucked even harder on your clit, making your body shake from the intense orgasm that followed. You practically screamed as Hyunjin rolled his tongue over your clit, the overwhelming pleasure making you lose your mind. You couldn’t think of anything but him and the way his tongue moved along your core. You couldn’t tell if you were moaning, screaming, or crying at this point — you just knew that you were completely under Hyunjin’s control, whether you liked it or not. 

A third orgasm washed over you, but Hyunjin wasn’t finished. He pulled away for a split second. “One more.” You cried out as his fingertips toyed with your sensitive core. “Hold out for one more.” 

The words barely hit your ears before he wrapped his lips around you. You thrashed against the soft mattress, sweat dripping down your brow as tears streamed down your cheeks. “I can’t cum anymore.” You cried, shoving at his shoulders.

Hyunjin pulled away from your core and smacked your outer thigh. 

“You can and you will!” 

Taken From: Caught

P=Pace

His pace typically starts off slow, and speeds up near the end

Foreplay is HUGE for him

He wants to make sure you’re ready for him

And he also REALLY enjoys making you feel good

Once foreplay is over, he starts off with slow, deep thrusts

As he gets closer to his release, he’ll speed up.

Hyunjin started to thrust into you again, setting a much quicker pace to make up for all the pausing throughout the night. You moaned and reached for his hand, smiling when he threaded his fingers between yours. He squeezed your hand before reaching between your bodies, brushing his fingers between your folds to stimulate your clit. 

Your back arched off the bed, making the tall boy chuckle as he continued to rock his hips against yours. You were so close, and you could tell he was too. Hyunjin’s brow creased, eyes clenching shut as he tried to hold off his orgasm long enough for you to reach your high. The way your walls closed around him, sent him over the edge. He came with a loud moan, hand stopping all movements against you. 

“Oh my God that felt so good.” 

Taken From: Goose Down

Q=Quickie

This boy is not very good at quickies

He always ends up getting overly excited and going for another round

So quickies are not his favorite thing

“Come on.” You ushered Hyunjin into the coat closet, instantly yanking your panties down your legs. 

After seeing Hyunjin kill it on the stage, you were so horny you couldn’t wait to have him. “Please hurry.” You moaned. 

Hyunjin pulled his cock out of his pants and slammed into you. “Fuck you feel so good.” Hyunjin chuckled as he started to thrust into you.

“We have to hurry. Someone might come in.” 

R=Risk

Hyunjin doesn’t like to take big risks

But he’d be willing to fuck in a practice room if it’s scheduled to just him

Sure people could walk in, but it’d be highly unlikely

He loves you so much and wouldn’t want to subject you to the embarrassment of someone walking in on the two of you

“Come on Jinnie.” You mumbled against his skin. “We can lock the door.” Your lips traveled along his jawline, making the boy hard in his sweats. 

“The boys could come in any moment.” Hyunjin practically whined.

“Please.” You looked up at him with your best puppy-dog eyes as your hand cupped his hardening cock in his pants. 

“Fine.” Hyunjin sighed and turned you around. 

“Let’s be quick.” 

S=Stamina

He’s a kpop idol and one of the main dancers

This boy got stamina

He draws out foreplay quite a bit

Then he can usually last 2-3 rounds of penetrative sex

His stamina rebuilds FAST so after like 15 minutes of cuddling he might be eyeing you up like, “wanna do round 4?”

“Hey baby.” 

“Jinnie no.” You giggled as the boy pouted. “How are you not tired?”

“I’m never tired when it comes to you.” Hyunjin giggled and pulled you closer to his chest. 

“That’s a lie.” you chuckled. “You’ve fallen asleep on me almost every time we start a movie.” 

Hyunjin laughed. “Hey! I try to stay awake, but right after practice I need to nap.” His chin rested on your head as his fingertips ran along your body. “Okay but what if —” 

“Okay fine,” you mumbled, giggling as Hyunjin flipped you over. 

“You know I can’t resist you.”  

T=Toy

Totally willing to use toys

He’s game for blindfolds, ball gags, shibari rope, vibrators, and a strap on (for you of course)

He loves to tie you up in Shibari rope. He finds the intricate patterns beautiful across your silky smooth skin

“How does that feel baby?” Hyunjin finished tying the last of the rope around your body, leaving you completely helpless to his torturous touches. 

You hummed as his fingers ran along your sides, tickling you every so often. “Good.” Your arms were tied behind your back, leaving you at his mercy. 

Hyunjin’s tongue ran along your folds, making your body jolt. 

“God you look stunning.” 

U=Unfair

Usually, he’s pretty nice

Like, “if you’re going to be a brat, I’m going to punish you, but I still want you to feel good, so I’ll let you cum”

Push him hard enough and the demon will come out

“You’re acting like a brat today huh? Guess you really don’t want me.”

“Bend over.” Hyunjin undid his belt and folded it in half, sending shivers down your spine. 

“No.” You crossed your arms over your chest, wondering what would happen if you defied him. 

Hyunjin smirked and repeated himself, “I said bend over.” 

“And I said no.” you couldn’t even help the stupid grin that took over your face. 

“Oh? You find this funny?” Hyunjin smirked and forced you over his lap, hand smacking your ass a few times, making you moan. 

“If you’re going to be a brat, you’re going to be punished.” 

V=Volume

Have you heard Hyunjin?

I’m pretty sure the whole world can hear when he laughs

His moans can be pretty loud too

When he’s fucking you, he’ll let out deep moans and groans

When he’s being fucked by you, his moans are high-pitched and needy

“Oh God.” Hyunjin moaned pornographically as you thrust into him. “Fuck please go faster please.” Hyunjin whined, rocking his hips back against your strap-on. 

“Calm down baby.” You chuckled and paused your movements, making the boy whine louder. 

“Please don’t stop,” Hyunjin begged. “Please keep going, I’ll do anything.” 

You smirked at his words. “Anything?”

“Yes PLEASE.” Hyunjin practically cried. “Please fuck me.” 

“Don’t worry.” You smirked as you pounded into the boy again, reaching your hand around to pump his cock. His choked moans echoed in the room as you ruined the poor boy. 

“I’ll take care of you baby.” 

W= Wild Card

Hyunjin loves praises, but a piece of him also loves to be degraded

He wouldn’t enjoy doing it to you as much (brat is the harshest name you’ll ever be called during sex) 

But he LOVES to be called nasty

“You like that baby.” You snickered as you stroked him past his orgasm. The boy frantically bucked his hips into your hand, trying to get away from your torturous touches. The ball gag in his mouth prevented any words from getting past the drool-coated silicone. 

“You’re such a filthy boy.” You scoffed. “Look at all that cum leaking out of your pathetic cock.” 

Hyunjin’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as another powerful orgasm raked through him. 

“Such a nasty little slut.” 

X=X-Ray

Not to be weird

Well, we’re already talking about smut here so weird is out the window

But I feel like he would have such a pretty dick

He’d be a bit longer than average (about 6-6.5 inches) 

He’s probably a got an average girth though

When fully erect, his dick has a slight upward curve, so (for the ladies out there) he hits THAT spot perfectly omg

Hyunjin pulled his cock out, making your cheeks flush bright red. Your boyfriend had the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. 

You fisted the base of his cock, pumping a couple times making the boy beneath you fidget in excitement. “Oh, that feels good.” Hyunjin moaned as his head fell back against the pillows. 

You ran your tongue along his length, noticing the way he gasped as the tip of your tongue swiped along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. You slid the tip inside your mouth, swiping your tongue against his slit before taking him as far down your throat as you could. 

“Oh fuck.” Hyunjin groaned. “You’re good at this.” 

“Who wouldn’t want to worship such a pretty cock?”

Y=Yearning

Has a really high sex drive — mostly because he yearns for that closeness that only making love can provide

I feel like when you first start getting sexually active with him, he’ll be a lil shy

He wouldn’t want to come across as a horny weirdo, so he’d be hesitant to take things further every time he gets in the mood

BUT if/when you mention that you want him — instant boner

I think it’d take a month or two of sex before he starts pouncing on you every time he feels like making love. 

“Can we?” Hyunjin’s cheeks flushed red as he rutted against you, his clothed bulge rubbing against your ass. “Please.” His soft begging sent a wave of arousal through you. 

“We just fucked this morning.” You giggled, hand reaching behind you to rest on his hip. 

“I always want you.” 

Z=ZZZ...

Hyunjin doesn’t like to go to sleep right after

He usually likes to indulge in some pillow talk until both of you pass out

You’ll talk about anything from what you did that day to what you enjoyed about that night’s heated session

He enjoys pulling you on top of his chest

He also really enjoys tracing shapes on your back and having you guess what he’s drawing

Overall really soft

10/10 would recommend you bang

Hyunjin hurried over to your side and cleaned you up, kissing you on the nose before tossing the washcloth into the laundry basket. You held your arms out to him, smiling when he fell into them, allowing you to hold him close. 

“You take such good care of me.” You kissed his forehead. 

“I try.” He chuckled and leaned further into your touch. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” You ran your fingers through his hair, helping the ebony-haired boy drift off to sleep. You felt an overwhelming amount of love for Hyunjin at that moment — even more so when you heard the words he mumbled next. 

“You are my whole world.” 

You smiled and kissed him on the forehead. “And you’re mine.” 

Taken from: Goose Down

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Reader has to act as a prostitute and have intercourse with the noble for a mission but she is a virgin and wants her first time to be special, moran offers himself to have sex with her before the mission A̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶

wait okay this is kinda soft but still nsfw and i am in LOVE with the concept??? i hope i did this ask justice, enjoy! (yeah it took me all day to finish it and i got carried away BFNSHDHEH I COULDNT HELP MYSELF)

“ugh, william do i have to? can’t someone else do it?” your complaints fall on deaf ears as he stares down at his plans. louis and fred remain quiet, albert has a slight smile, and moran was currently laughing his ass off.

“no one else here is a girl, so no,” he answers simply, grabbing a few sheets of paper and walking off. groaning, you stomp out of the room, up each step (still stomping like a child) and into your room, making sure to slam the door as hard as you possibly can. letting out a long huff of air, you brush off your dress and flop down onto the bed, facing the ceiling with your arm laid across your eyes. you hear your room door open, heavy footsteps, and then the door shutting once again (albeit much softer than the way you closed the door). you knew who it was, because only one person would follow you after a performance like that, but you opted to keep your arm over your eyes.

“what do you want moran, i’m sulking, can’t you tell?” your voice is clipped, still trying to suppress the storm of emotions brewing in your stomach. you feel the bed dip next to you, and a warm hand pull your arm from your face so you can look him in the eye.

“what happened to sebastian? come on, i thought we were best friends!” he’s smiling, knowing just how annoyed you are. he’s very clearly trying to push his luck.

“we are not best friends, we’re people who knew each other before all this noble shit and now we’re somewhat friends,” your voice is softer this time. the exhaustion and reality of the situation sinking in.

“come on, why are you so upset? it’s just sex, what have you got to lose!” he throws his hands up, unable to comprehend the reason behind your sour mood. your face turns bright red at his statement, turning your body so your laying on your side, facing the wall with your knees bent in front of you.

“my virginity...” you’re barely whispering, shame bubbling up in your throat.

“what? i can’t hear you princess, speak up please!” his taunts finally get to you, so you shout this time, probably loud enough for the entire mansion to hear.

“my virginity! i’d lose my damn virginity! is that what you wanted to hear moran huh?” you stay facing the wall, your cheeks still burning. he’s silent for a moment before you feel his warm hand gently pull you back to face him.

“you’ve never had sex before?” all hints of teasing are gone, he’s simply staring at your face.

“no you buffon, i haven’t,” you try to turn back to your wall, but his grip tightens and he pushes you back so your back is laying flat on the bed. he moves onto the bed, straddling your waist as one hand keeps your shoulder down on the bed and the other one is right next to your head. at this point you’re sure you look like a tomato, and you’re frozen in place.

“have you kissed anyone before?” his teasing smirk comes back, just a bit.

“well yeah of course!” you’re more defensive now, wanting to prove you weren’t a prude.

“oh really? who?” his smirk grows at your flustered self.

“albert...” you look away, shame crawling up your spine.

“albert? you kissed albert? what the fuck when?” he’s more angry now, eyes hardening.

“we got drunk once and it was only a peck! it’s nothing now, relax!” your pleading tone pulls him out of his own head, and he relaxes again, letting out a deep breath before staring you dead in the eye.

“well then why don’t i just take it instead if that filthy noble?” his face is straight, eyes locked onto yours. you sputter, hands trembling as you stare back at him.

“w-what? d-d-don’t say things like that sebastian!” you fumble over your words, trying to break out of his grip.

“why not? we’re friends, and this way you won’t have to lose it to that filthy noble! and you know i’ll make you feel good, i know what i’m doing,” he informs you, his hands moving to grab your wrists and push them on each side of your head. “and would you stop squirming so much? i’m not going to do anything without you saying so,” he squeezes your wrists again, and this time it’s the same comforting way he’ll squeeze your hand before a mission.

“moran i’m not going to be one of your one night stands, we’re teammates not lovers,” your face is still bright red, but you feel a bit more at ease being with him. it’s almost familiar the way he’s looking at you right now.

“who said this would be a one time thing?” his voice is lower now, and his head is closer to yours now.

“wouldn’t it be?” your chest raises with each shallow breath you take, and for the first time since he’s come in your room you can’t help but admire just how handsome he is.

“only if you want it to be. but i would prefer to do this more than once if you’re okay with that,” his lips are hovering over your own. you can feel your breaths mingling together, melding into one.

“but i’m nervous, what if i’m not good?” your blush is more because you’re flustered now, not embarassed. he still thinks it’s adorable though.

“let me be the judge of that. please, let me make you feel good,” he’s looking into your eyes like you’re the only thing that matters right now, and you can’t help but lean forward and brush your lips against his. you pull back immediately, anxiety shooting through your veins at your actions. sebastian looks down at you, eyes wide before he’s moving down and pressing his lips back onto yours. your eyes flutter shut on their own, self control out the window as you push back against him. his tongue pokes through his lips, pushing against yours. your instincts take over and you open your mouth for him, an unsuspecting moan from the depths of your throat surprising the both of you. he pulls away for a moment, pupils blown wide and his cheeks flushed red.

“holy shit you’re beautiful,” he breathes out.

“what y-you don’t say those kinds of things!” he can’t get enough of the way you blush profusely at his compliment, and he genuinely grins down at you.

“we’re about to have sex and i can’t compliment you?” you flush again at his comment, and try to turn your head away from him. he maneuvers your hands so one of his hands is holding both of your wrists above your head, and his other hand gently grasps your chin and pulls it back towards his face.

“princess, eyes on me. i want you to watch what i’m doing so that if you ever feel uncomfortable, i can stop okay?” you can’t help but nod at his words. he grins again, pressing another lingering kiss to your lips before moving them down to your neck. the sensation of his lips making contact with your sensitive neck pulls another moan from you. the way he moves his mouth against you is addicting, and you can’t help but want more.

“sebastian, i, i want more, please...” your voice trails off towards the end, yet moran hears you and peaks his head back up to stare at you.

“more? you gotta tell me what you want sweetheart, use your words,” his smirk is back, and it sparks something inside you.

“take my clothes off stupid, you’re making me horny!” you don’t intend for it to come out so snappy, but once you say it your face morphs into pure shock. his expression mirrors yours, both of you surprised by your sudden outburst.

“well damn, you could’ve asked nicer you know,” his smirk is back again, and he releases your wrists and helps you sit up. he turns your around, moving your hair to the side and kissing the back of your neck. you shiver at the contact, and you feel moran kneel on the bed, towering over your small frame. he unlaces the strings of your dress, standing you up to help you step out of it. you turn around and face him in your bra and panties. he’s shell-shocked to say the least. you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, both inside and out. you turn away from him to unclasp your bra and pull it off. stuck in a trance at the sight of you in nothing but your underwear, he pulls your arm forward so he’s embracing you in the tightest hug he’s ever given you. one arm wraps tightly around your waist while the other holds your head close to his chest.

“sebastian, are you okay?” you pull your head off of his chest and look up at him. looking down at you, he swoops down to crash his lips into yours. his hands grasp the back of your thighs, pulling your legs up and around his waist. you pull away with a squeak as he moves towards your door.

“wait wait, what are you doing? i’m naked! don’t go outside!” you hit his chest in protest.

“i’m taking you to my room because it’s farthest away from everyone else and i don’t want anyone to see or hear you like i do,” he explains it like it’s the most normal thing in the world. before he can open the door you push it close and turn back to him.

“hi, i’m still naked,” you gesture to your panties and very exposed breasts, and he grins before setting you down and grabbing his jacket that he laid on your chair and pulling it around your shoulders and onto your arms. he looks down at you in his jacket, the arms going past your hands and the hem ending at your ankles. you look so small in his jacket, basically swimming in it.

“yeah, i’m fucking you in this jacket,” he says before grabbing your waist and throwing your entire body over his shoulder. you yelp in surprise, hitting his back. he swings open the door, marching out with you over his shoulder.

“evening albert, fancy seeing you here,” your heart stops at his words, hands gripping at morans shirt tightly.

“evening colonel. what are you up to on this fine night?” you can hear his incredulous tone, and you bury your face into moran’s back muscles in embarassment. you feel him start to move again, so you whip your head up just to see albert stare at you in disbelief.

“teaching this fine young woman how it feels to be properly kissed,” he says, tightening his grip in your legs as he continues down the hall.

“sebastian!” you pound your fist into his back, your face turning bright red at his innuendo. you don’t have time to say anything else because he’s already made it to his room, walking in and closing it with his foot. he drops you onto the bed yanking his shoes off before staring down at you, hands on his hips.

“yes princess?” he’s smirking again, and you scoff, leaning up on your elbows. he starts unbuttoning his shirt, and you gulp loudly as more of his torso is exposed to you.

“was that exchange really necessary?” you quirk your eyebrow up, crossing your ankles to make a point. he finishes with his shirt, pulling it off his arms. your eyes are stuck on his body, staring at ever scar littering his pale skin. his abdomen is defined, and my god the sight of him standing above you, shirtless, is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“yes. he needs to know you’re mine,” he says, undoing his pants and pushing them down so he’s only in his boxers. you choke on your spit at the sight of his cock pressing against the seam of his underwear. you can only describe the sight before you as an entire banana (only thicker) shoved in his underpants.

“y-yours?” he crawls onto the bed, stopping when his head is level with yours. one hand keeps him propped up next to your head while the other traces his finger down your jaw before grabbing your chin and pulling your head up until his nose is touching yours. your eyes are wide as he smirks down at you, and you can’t help the warm feeling tingling all throughout your body.

“all mine. after this mission, no one touches you but me. your lips,” at this he leans down and kisses you deeply. he pulls back to see your cheeks bright red, and body squirming beneath him.

“your neck,” he leans down to kiss your neck, nibbling it a little bit.

“your breasts,” his hand on your chin drops down and grabs at your right breast. your back arches into his touch, a needy whines leaving your lips.

“your hips,” his hand slides down to grab your hip and pull it up to his, pushing his down onto yours. you feel his bulge, and the thought of him spearing you on that pulls another moan out of your throat.

“your stomach,” he moves away from your face, shuffling down to press a searing kiss to your abdomen.

“your thighs,” he pulls one up over his shoulder, biting down on the supple skin. you let out a yelp, arousal shooting through your system and your hands flying down to grasp his hair, tugging tightly.

“down here too,” his voice is lower than before, his teeth latching onto the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs. your eyes widen and you tighten your legs around his head feeling dangerously exposed to him.

“wait wai-“ the reality of the situation finally hits you and you feel anxiety form in the pit of your stomach.

“if you want me to stop, just let me know. i’ll stop whenever you want ok?” he reaches up to grab your hands and squeeze them reassuringly. the look in his eyes is so loving and comforting that you can’t help but drag his head back up to you and mash your lips together, putting everything into it. he supports himself with one arm and wraps the other around your waist pulling your body up into his. he grinds himself into you, and you moan shamelessly. he pulls away again, staring you down.

“i need to hear you say it princess, please,” he whispers into your mouth.

“i want you sebastian,” you’re breathless, aroused, and i’m desperate need of sebastian moran more than anything else.

“good,” his lips were on yours again, your hands fumbling with his boxers. he pulled away so that he could help you pull them down. as soon as his boxers were off and he was back on top of you, you were gasping at the sight. if there was one word to describe his cock, it was perfect. a throbbing vein ran its way from the base of his dick to the head, which was pushing out precum at a steady rate. it was long, slapping against his abdomen thickly.

“jesus christ,” you were in awe. his smirk only grew at your reaction to him. “is that gonna fit?” he had to laugh at that, kissing your forehead lightly.

“i’ll make it fit, don’t worry love,” his fingers trail down your stomach, resting over your cunt. you could feel yourself throbbing in anticipation. his pointer finger starts at the bottom before sliding all the way up your slit before coming to rest on your clit. you whimper, a hand flying to the arm of his keeping him above you. he smirks down at you before pressing into your clit, then moving down and plunging his entire finger into you. you gasp at the intrusion, fingernails digging into his bicep. he pushed his finger in and out, reveling in the way you clenched around his single finger, your cheeks burning bright red. he thrusts into you a few more times before adding another finger. you whimper upon feeling another finger, your eyes rolling back into your head. he picks up his speed, prodding gently into your g-spot. the unfamiliar feeling only injects you with more pleasure, and you cry out sebastian’s name in ecstasy. he grins at your response, testing something new. he brings the heel of his palm down, grinding it into your clit as he prods your g-spot again.

“fuck sebastian! i need you, i need you in me, please please please, i want you, i want all of you,” you’re begging, crying for more. you had lost all self control, you were writhing underneath him, and god he had to stop himself from completey obliterating you.

“i got you love, it may hurt at first but i’ll go slow ok? tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, and you nod. he takes his dick in one hand, lining himself up with your entrance. he takes a deep breath before slowly inching himself in you. your breath hitches in your throat, the stretch and burn taking your breath away. he goes slowly, until he’s completely sheathed inside of you. you gasp, your breaths shallow and your head light. you feel sebastian kiss your forehead, waiting for you to adjust. after a few more minutes you feel yourself relax around him. the pain slowly melds into pleasure, and you sigh, your eyes opening to meet his.

“ok, i’m good now,” your breaths are deeper, more regulated now.

“you sure princess? i don’t want to hurt you,” his eyes are roaming across your face, trying to find any hint of hesitation. your hand reaches up, grabbing his chin gently and keeping his focus on your eyes.

“i’m okay sebastian, i promise,” you smile up at him, closing your eyes and poking your tongue out in the goofy way you always did when you smile at him. he’s never found you more beautiful in this moment, you laying beneath him in nothing but his jacket.

“good,” his voice is just barely there before he’s pulling out and slamming back into you. it rips a moan out from you, and your hands fly up to his back as he sets a decently fast pace. it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before but it’s amazing. every motion of his hips pulls more moans and cries from your mouth, and he swallows them with his own, shoving his tongue into your open mouth to keep you quiet. he doesn’t want anyone else to hear you right now besides him. he rocks his hips into you, angling them down to catch your clit. he pulls back to watch you cry out his name, head thrown back and eyes rolling back.

“fuck, sebastian you feel so good,” you moan out. your nails rake down his back, heat rolling in waves off your body. his jacket only aided in keeping you warm, and the way you felt wearing his jacket while he took control of you made everything feel so much better.

“god i can say the same to you princess,” he’s groaning in your ear, biting down onto your ear lobe to pull a yelp out of you. you feel a tightening in your lower abdomen, completely unfamiliar to you.

“sebastian, my lower stomach feels w-weird,” you grab harder at his back for more support.

“that means you’re close to cumming love, it’s okay just let go alright? i got you, don’t worry,” his reassurance only serves to tighten the feeling in your stomach. your moans grow louder as his hips go faster. he mouths at your neck, kissing, licking, biting, completey marking you as his. his hand on your waist moves to wrap around your middle completely, holding you close as he fucks everything he has into you.

“seb ‘m close, i’m so close please please please!” your begs fuel him, and he goes impossibly harder against you. moaning underneath him, you pull his face to yours and kiss him in a desperate fervor, only pulling away to let out a scream as you feel the pressure in your stomach come undone. all of the muscles in your body tense before relaxing, feeling your arousal gush around his cock. your voice grows hoarse from how loud your screaming his name. the feeling of your cunt fluttering and clenching around him is all it takes for him to come undone, cumming inside of you. his arm wraps impossibly tighter around your waist, keeping you close while you both finish while connected. your chest is heaving, a heavy blush on your cheeks, eyes closed and head relaxed as you attempt to catch your breath. he waits until he finishes pumping his load into you before pulling out of you completely and laying down next to you, tugging you so that your head is resting on his chest and his arm is around your waist. your arm comes around to trace patterns on his chest, too nervous to say anything.

“please don’t let this be a one time thing. i don’t think i can imagine anyone else getting to see you like this,” he finally speaks. you freeze, moving so your chin is on his chest and you’re looking up at him. he refuses to look at you, keeping his eyes on the ceiling. you stop for a moment, thinking before sliding on top of him, straddling his torso and grabbing his head to face you. his jacket on you drapes over you, and he chuckles at how big it really is on you.

“what’s so funny?” you pout, tilting your head at him.

“you just look so damn cute in my jacket, makes me wanna eat you,” he says, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks. you try to speak again but it all comes out muffled. he releases your cheeks, opting to rest his hands behind his head, shuffling to get comfortable.

“well maybe next time you can do that,” you say, head down while you fiddle with your fingers. his grin grows wider, bucking his hips up so that you fall forward onto his chest with a loud squeal. he removes his arms from behind his head, wrapping them around your back instead.

“we can do anything you want next time,” he says, kissing the top of your head. william chooses this moment to walk into moran’s room. you scream, hiding your head in moran’s neck while moran growls and spreads his jacket over you more to keep you and him covered.

“i’m busy, get out,” moran’s chest rumbles as he speaks, and you wrap your arms around him, pushing your head farther into his neck.

���the rest of the house has requested that you two keep the volume of your sexual escapades down, especially albert,” he informs the two of you.

“you can tell albert that next time he’s welcome to suck my dick,” you can hear the smirk in moran’s voice, lifting your head up to smack his chest.

“sebastian! understood william, thank you!” you wave, and he finally leaves moran’s room, leaving the two of you alone. you let out an exhausted sigh, turning back to sebastian.

“stop with the hitting! this is abuse,” he says, grinning at you.

“my god, i can’t believe i’m gonna be with someone like you. so rude to people,” you say, shaking your head.

“damn right you’re gonna be with me,” he replies, leaning forward and kissing you softly. you smile into the kiss, never feeling as happy as you did right now.

[rocorambles]

Dark Desires

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Female Tanaka Ryuunosuke 

Genre: NSFW, PWP, Honestly just pure filth 

Warnings: Yandere, Rape, Non-con, Dub-con, Violence

Summary: Tanaka makes an agreement with Oikawa that she soon regrets

Co-written with @astrablossom    

Oikawa locked up the gym doors with an exhausted sigh. It had been a tough practice and he was looking forward to going home and collapsing on his bed. At the thought of rest, he happily hums when all of a sudden something collides with his head and he crashes face-first into the ground. The impact was hard and left him crouching on the floor, gingerly holding his nose. He scowls and whips his head around, ready to give whoever did this a piece of his mind, but stops and smirks at the sight of Tanaka Ryuunosuke glaring down at him, hands on her hips.

She stands above him and Oikawa whistles in appreciation. "White panties are my favorite, Tanaka-chan. How did you know?" It takes a second for his words to register, but then Tanaka is jumping back, hands clutching the hem of her short skirt down, while she furiously screams at him. But Oikawa isn't listening as his sharp eyes take in her flustered state. Cute, he thinks to himself. And so easy to get a reaction out of...I wonder what other reactions I can get out of her. And for the first time in a long time, volleyball isn't the only priority on his mind as a dark seed plant itself in his mind.

She sneers at the male beneath her with the most malice she could muster. Her eyes trail down to where the captain lies on the floor, cradling his nose from the mild pain. Tanaka is about to go off, yelling at him for being a disgusting pervert, but for once holds her tongue back and settles for getting straight to the point.

"Listen here you nasty boy toy!" she yells out, pointing her index finger accusingly at Oikawa. "If I hear about you trying to go after one of my friends again we're gonna have a little situation, ya hear?!" She punches her fist into her open hand to emphasize her intentions. Everyone knew Oikawa was smooth with the girls, always finding ways to lead one into his bed. They always ended up swooning over him and following him around the school. Even Tanaka wasn't that dense and she'd care less if it wasn't for the fact that she saw the ass trying to hit on one of her classmates earlier. Just the thought of one of them sleeping with Oikawa just to end up being brainwashed was enough to make her skin crawl.

"Ooo is Tanaka-chan jealous?" is the response she receives and she gapes at him bug-eyed at the question, a vein visibly popping up on her forehead. Nothing was stopping her from beating this clown up. Her fist tightens a bit at the thought, Oikawa could certainly use the lesson.

Just as she’s about to square up her shoulders and go through with her thoughts, the captain gets to his feet and at his full height, he towers over her, his broad frame casting a slight shadow over her smaller figure. Tanaka prides herself on her height and athletic build, but she feels minuscule compared to Oikawa. He starts to try to smooth talk Tanaka who is less than impressed.

"Listen, I didn’t make any of those girls do anything they didn’t want to. I’m pretty sure they very much enjoyed the quality time we spent together if you know what I mean.” Oikawa has the nerve to shoot a wink her way with those words and she opens her mouth to retort when a gentle touch on her lips has her freezing. Oikawa’s pointer finger is pressed against her lips and now he’s leaning down so that his mouth brushes against her earlobe. “Why don’t you give me a chance? Go on one date with me. I promise you’ll see that I’m not all that bad. Don’t you think it’s unfair to judge me without any firsthand experience?”

Her face blooms into a shade of red that would give Nekoma's team uniform a run for their money. Just feeling his breath against her ear was enough for her to take a step back. Tanaka stares at him, sharp eyes scrutinizing him until they widen at what he just said. Oikawa watches as a flurry of emotions run through the second year’s face and he can’t help but smirk when he notices her avoiding eye contact. "And what makes ya' think I'll say yes?" Oikawa observes how her shoulders are hunched up and suffice to say, Tanaka is like an animal. You need to approach her calmly to show her you mean no harm. And to show her who the boss is around here.

He bends his neck down a bit till he's eye to eye with her and he smirks at the red flush gracing her cheeks, confusion swimming in her sharp gaze. "You're always talking about equality, equal rights, fairness...Don't you think judging me without any evidence is against all that?" Tanaka instinctively latches onto Oikawa's shoulders in an attempt to keep some space between the two of them, but his words make her think which causes what was supposed to be a harsher push to be merely a gentle hold on him. Oikawa doesn't complain and opts for basking in the feel of her hands through his uniform. "Fine, you're right." She raises a brow and humors him. "It is unfair of me to accuse you without any real experience, even if I still think you're a shitty person. One date and don't try any funny business or I'll beat your ass."

A wide smile finds its way onto Oikawa’s milky porcelain skin. He places his own hands on Tanaka, who quickly pulls away. He doesn't mind...in all due time. Tanaka watches, a bit appalled as Oikawa bends down to reach for his fallen backpack. Accidentally her eyes trail along the outline of his shoulder blade poking through his uniform. The uniform fits him rather well...She shakes her head at the thought and tries to clear her mind. She was only doing this because she had to.

"Tanaka-chan!" Said person's annoying voice disrupts her thought. Oikawa wiggles his smartphone in front of her face. "Lend me your number! I have just the perfect place we can go to." The way he’s smiling and bubbling up about a potential date that could run amok makes her stutter a bit before she reaches for her phone, albeit with slightly sweaty hands.

Grabbing a hold of her device, she offers it thinking Oikawa would just grab it from her, but a firm grasp wraps around her entire hand and he is sidling up right next to her, a burning heat on her side as his other hand wraps around her shoulders to input his number. Tanaka freezes at essentially being embraced by Oikawa and she's too aware of the weight of his arm around her and the slight smell of sweat she inhales as Oikawa's chin rests on her head and presses the back of her head against his throat. She could feel his Adam's apple poking through her scalp. As soon as he typed the last digit of his phone number, she grabs his phone and practically leaps a safe distance away from the overly touchy boy before she hastily types her number in his phone, chucking the device at him from her safe spot. "I-I'm free this weekend. Text me what you want to do." And with that she is scrambling away, her chest filled with mixed emotions. Too bad she misses the practically feral predatory look fixed on her as she makes her escape.

The expression on his face darkens as he watches Tanaka's departing silhouette. "Tanaka-chan~♡" he hums in a sing-song tone. Just thinkibng about how the date will go makes him hug himself, shivering slightly. "Ah...I can't help myself." Tanaka is just too cute for him. To think that there was a girl resistant to his charm only made him more tempted to lure her into his trap. Yes, he thinks to himself. It'll be fun breaking down Tanaka's facade. As Tanaka leaves the gym with her mind muddled with thoughts on how to deal with Oikawa, she keeps thinking back to how his body felt overly warm against her own, how he didn't hesitate to wrap himself around her. Slowing her steps down, she touches her lip in the same place he did and she suddenly shouts out loud, scaring someone passing by. Two could play at the game. "I'll make sure to knock his ass off at how amazing this stupid date will go!"

Texts were exchanged and the weekend quickly arrived. Oikawa patiently waits in front of the dessert shop they'd agreed to meet at and plays on his phone until he feels a presence stop in front of him. Looking up he freezes at the sight before him. Tanaka's wearing a white tank top that isn't form-fitting, but it's snug enough that Oikawa gets a good look at the figure she usually covers under the school blazer. His eyes continue trailing down to the short denim shorts she's wearing and he subconsciously licks his lips at the sight of tanned, muscular legs completely on view. "Oi, eyes up here, asshole!" Tanaka is furiously blushing as she shoves Oikawa into the shop. "I thought you were supposed to be proving me wrong about you. Ya sure ain't doing a good job of it. Don't leer at girls, ya perv!" Oikawa chuckles as he shrugs his shoulders. "I can't help it, Tanaka-chan. You're just so beautiful and I never see you in anything other than our school uniform." Tanaka continues to rant and shove him forward, but her heart flutters at his praise.

"Y-Yeah?" she stutters slightly, running a hand through her hair and goes to look him up and down. He wore a simple short sleeve black shirt with the collar unbuttoned a bit with fitting jeans that showed off his athletic physique. His hair, like usual, was styled to curve at the side, framing his face. When he starts walking ahead of her, Tanaka rolls her eyes and replies curtly. "At least you don't look like a fashion disaster." It's a backhanded compliment but it is what she can muster in the moment.

"Was that a compliment. Tanaka-chan?" "Absolutely not!" She yells loudly and opts for smacking him upside his head. Oikawa merely laughs at her reaction before guiding her to the booth that he'd booked. "Ladies first," Oikawa almost purrs and Tanaka mumbles a “whatever” before plopping down on the cushion seat, sliding down to the end. She bristles a bit when Oikawa slides in right beside her, their arms touching. Oikawa holds up two menus in his hand with a small smile. "Who said you could sit next to me? Ya trying to get handsy under the table?"

Oikawa gasps dramatically. "How could you think so poorly of me, Tanaka-chan? I figured this was the easiest way to share our dessert. The portions here are too big for each of us to get our own, so I thought we could just sit next to each other and share one." Oikawa had a point...Tanaka's been here before and their ice cream floats are heavenly, but also overwhelmingly large. Plus it saved on money. "Fine! But I have my eyes on ya," she hisses at him as her hands rise in a karate chop form. Oikawa laughs and ruffles her long locks. "Have some faith in me." Tanaka flinches at the touch and moves to squeeze even further into the booth, but Oikawa just takes that as a cue to sprawl out and his thigh is now pressed up against her, his arm is spread out and resting on the booth behind her back, and she feels trapped.

Two could play at that game. Never one to back down from a challenge Tanaka retaliates. A bit aggressively, she spreads her legs as well, putting one on top of his own. Her lips pulled up into a smile of mockery when Oikawa cheeks puff up, a tinge of pink dusting them. Finally, she is gaining the upper hand of the situation, and after a few minutes passes she decides to strike up a conversation to see what the himbo was into besides volleyball.

"So what do you do besides play volleyball and sexually harass girls?" Oikawa shifts his gaze from the warm leg curled around his inner thigh.

"You might find it a bit silly, but Iwa-chan and I go out looking for UFOs and aliens a lot. Well, I'm looking for aliens and he's looking for Godzilla." There's a pause before Tanaka is letting out an ugly brash laugh. Embarrassed and irritated, Oikawa fully turns to her, his free hand gripping her bare thigh harshly as he leans forward until they're nose to nose. "It's not funny," he seethes at her. All amusement has flushed out of Tanaka and she lets out a whimper. Oikawa's grip is so tight and she's never been touched so high up her thigh before...so close to an area she doesn't want to think about.

Her thigh bucks a little in his tight hold and she freezes up, unable to think up an excuse for this predicament. "You're too close" she half whispers, pushing her back up against the wall. It does little to space herself from Oikawa who is leering over her with his eyes. "Oh? Is Tanaka-chan a bit nervous?" He squeezes his hand on her thigh, fingernails scraping against the fabric of her shorts and he moves closer till their noses touch. He can hear Tanaka breathing heavily and his eyes trail down to the pink lip gloss she decided to wear. Oikawa licks his hungrily before completing pulling off of her, the tension immediately leaving his face. "Kidding!"

Tanaka awkwardly laughs. Trying to get the ambiance back to where it was, she asks about the aliens and they proceed to exchange stories about aliens, her older sister, and her abysmal test grades. Just as they agree that it might be a good idea for Oikawa to tutor her in some of the subjects she's struggling with, their ice cream float arrives. Oikawa digs in first, scooping a generous spoonful of vanilla ice cream and whipped cream on his spoon, but instead of eating it himself, he lifts it to Tanaka's mouth. "Open wide, Tanaka-chan!" Tanaka fights the instinctive urge to push his hand away from her and obediently opens her mouth as wide as it can go, eating the offered food. She is on a date and she did promise to show Oikawa that she could be as good on a date as any other girl.

Arousal stirs in Oikawa as he stares at her licking around her mouth, trying to clean up the spots of whipped cream that accidentally smudged her face and before he can even comprehend what he's doing, his thumb is wiping off the mess on her face and bringing the dirtied digit to his mouth. He sucks on it while staring into Tanaka's eyes. There's an unfamiliar coil in Tanaka's stomach as she watches Oikawa and she feels pinned to the spot by his gaze. Finger sufficiently licked clean, Oikawa smirks at Tanaka. "Tanaka-chan, you're so messy!" Tanaka splutters as she grabs her spoon and shoves it into the float. "You don't need to feed me. I can eat on my own!"

Oikawa watches the flustered girl shove the spoon into her mouth, eyes drawn to the little bump in her throat as she swallows the sweet treat. He can't help but laugh at her determination to prove herself to him, she is just far too adorable in her own right. Just as he is about to take a scoop of his own, Tanaka pokes his cheek for his attention. "Oi! Open your mouth." She wiggles the spoon full of ice cream in the air, waiting for him to eat it. When Oikawa gives her the same piercing look from earlier she returns it with a toothy grin, watching as he opens his mouth to lick the ice cream off the spoon. Tanaka watched as Oikawa's pink lips pulled off the spoon, his Adam's apple shuffling a bit as he swallowed.

"Ah!" He presses his hand to his cheek dramatically and Tanaka snorts at his antics. "Tanaka-chan feeding me this makes it sweeter!" Bemusement fills Oikawa's body as Tanaka shoves him a bit, laughing a bit too loudly at his corny joke. The girl couldn't help but feel her chest warm-up at the genuine laugh Oikawa gave her. It was nothing like during their matches. Shaking her head, she is unaware of the smile she wears. "Shut up and finish the food you himbo." And much to the second year's surprise, the date goes well.

They go on a few more dates, which also all go smoothly, but soon enough finals are around the corner, and Tanaka desperately needs to buckle down and study. Her coach had told her she might not be able to play volleyball anymore if she didn't pass the upcoming exams. The thought of not being able to do what she loved most has her frantically searching for any solution and she soon finds herself alone in her room with Oikawa as they hover over the multitude of textbooks and notes scattered all over her bedroom floor.

Oikawa and Tanaka are seated right next to each other as Tanaka intensely studies the papers in front of her and Oikawa leans over her, hovering right above her. But his attention is hardly on the text lying in front of them. Instead, he's focused on how small Tanaka seems underneath his hovering figure, the emptiness of her house (her parents and sister are conveniently away for the week on some business trip or other obligations), and how naive and trusting she is of the predator she's let into her room.

It was slightly embarrassing when she had asked Oikawa to help her study, he gave her shit for asking and she had to smack him upside the head again before he childishly accepted her request. Now she sat on the floor of her room in a loose white tank top and some basketball shorts, unaware of how Oikawa's eyes leered at the dip between her chest. The sound of the pencil scribbling in her notebook was the only noise in the silent room. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she fills in the blank equation.

"That's wrong Ryu-chan~" he plucks her pencil from her hands before erasing the equation and explaining where she went wrong with the calculation. The male felt his chest stutter when she punched her hand in realization. "Got it, thanks!" She plucks the pencil from his fingers, the male silently enjoying when their fingers meet. As she tries the formula again she pushes her hair back. "Oi. Can you get scrunchie from the drawer over there? Hair is driving me nuts," she asked, her eyes never drifting away from the notebook. It seems like she started trusting Oikawa a bit more after seeing how kind he was when they were alone.

Oikawa retrieves the scrunchie and settles behind Tanaka. "Let me tie your hair for you, Tanaka-chan. Focus on studying." Tanaka's focus is still on the notes in front of her and she just vaguely nods in agreement. Oikawa tangles his hand in her dyed locks, pulling and brushing the strands together. He uses more force than necessary as he grabs her hair from the roots, pulling Tanaka's head back with his motion and he feels his cock twitch at the guttural moan she releases at the harsh action. "Sorry, sorry! I'm not used to this," he quickly chirps out as he continues tying Tanaka's long locks into a ponytail. She just grunts in acknowledgment as she continues to study. Oikawa smirks at his work and he clenches his jaw at the thought of how easily he could control her movement with just a harsh tug on the long ponytail swaying back and forth with every nod and shake of Tanaka's head.

Silence falls over the two of them and unconsciously Tanaka begins to lean into Oikawa touch, his fingers grazing her scalp soothingly. She didn't realize that she was practically sitting in his lap. Watching silently, he coils her dyed locks around his fingers, pressing himself against her to smell the conditioner she used earlier. The older of the two couldn't help but wonder if Tanaka knew what she was doing to him or if she was that dumb to let him get so close. But it didn't matter.

"Mm...how's this?" When she twists her body to look up at her tutor, Oikawa could see right down her shirt, see how her chest is pushed together by the bra she wears, her face pretty close to him. Her eyes trail down to where he was staring and she started to raise her voice out of annoyance. "H-Hey." Upon realization of how close they are, she starts to pull herself away until the grip on her hair tightens. "Oikawa let go of my-" she grunts when he tugs her down into his lap, her eyes widening when she feels something long and warm pressing against her backside.

Oikawa hisses at the feeling of Tanaka unconsciously rubbing against his dick. He shifts her in his arms until she's fully grinding against the throbbing erection straining against his pants. His hands have snuck beneath the loose white tank top she's wearing and they are rolling, flicking, twisting, and pulling the sensitive nubs. Tanaka can't help but throw her head back against Oikawa's shoulder as she lewdly moans at the sensations she's feeling for the first time in her life. "St-stop, p- please- NGH-" She's never been with a man before and the foreign feeling she's experiencing in her core and sensitive nubs has her at Oikawa's mercy. Tears begin to brim in her eyes, but she can't deny the pleasure she feels as she bounces on the hardening shape of Oikawa's groin.

Oikawa purrs at how Tanaka's hips move against his erection. It’s amazing how warm she is against him. If he didn't know any better he would have thought they were already naked. "Oh..." he almost sounds sad when Tanaka starts to beg him to stop his ministrations. He lowers his head a bit to run his pink tongue against the edge of her ear, noting how she freezes up. She is so sensitive, thinks Oikawa.

"But Ryu-chan you're sending mixed signals. Are you sure you want me to stop?" He rolls his thumb around her hardened nipples, pinching as hard as he could. The groan Tanaka gives him almost makes him lose himself but he keeps it together. He waited far too long for this. "Just look at you Ryu-," he pauses to place a hand on the back of her shirt, pushing her back out till she arches. "Even when I do push you away you're still grinding against me. Do you know what that means? Hmm?"

Tanaka is unable to respond coherently with her mouth wide open, drool trickling out the side as her hips continue desperately shaking for more contact. "It means you want this...you love this, you pretty little slut. My pretty little slut . No one's ever made you feel like this before. Who's the only one who can make you feel like this?" Tanaka doesn't answer, too overwhelmed by the new feelings of lust and arousal rising inside her. Oikawa roughly pulls her head back with a harsh tug on her swinging ponytail. "Answer me," he snarls. "Y-you! Only you can make me feel like this," Tanaka practically wails. Oikawa smiles and with the hand not twisted in Tanaka's hair, he begins to push down her basketball shorts and panties along with his pants and boxers, his cock springing out. He slips himself between Tanaka, allowing her dripping pussy to soak his hard length with her juices.

Each touch and grasp from Oikawa feels like electricity running through her body. Never had she felt like this. Confusion is the first thing that came to her when she answered Oikawa. Did she truly want this? She lets out another wanton moan when he pressed his index finger just above her clit. Although her mind is beginning to muddle from hypersensitivity, she manages to place a hand on Oikawa's cock, squeezing to the point that it becomes painful. She smirks a bit when she hears him grunt in pain. "G-Get off!" She hisses lowly. She should've never trusted the bastard. The grip on her hair tightens and she holds back a groan, eager to get some footing and probably beat the shit out of him.

Oikawa is enraged at Tanaka's retaliation. "You fucking bitch!" He wraps both his hands around her throat, choking her with an increasingly tightening grip until Tanaka's hands release their hold on him and claw at the vice around her neck. Oikawa throws her down to the ground, one hand still firmly gripping her throat while the other hand works to completely remove all their clothing waist down. Tanaka continues her attack on Oikawa's hand, lashing out and leaving behind trails of scratch marks as she fights to breathe. Her legs attempt to kick him off of her, but Oikawa digs his knees into her sensitive inner thighs, effectively pinning her down painfully.

She screams out in rage, coughing due to her currently limited air supply. Oikawa hovering over her with such tenacity in his eyes is enough to make her keep jerking around in his hold. With a free hand, she claws at his cheek, eyes narrowed into slits. "T-The only bitch here is you!" She manages to growl out, her lips pursing together before she spits in his left eye. The sudden attack makes Oikawa loosen his grip around her neck and Tanaka's hand desperately scrambles against the floor for anything to use as leverage. She pauses when her fingertips come in contact with the math textbook from earlier and quickly she grips it, slamming it across Oikawa's head. The sound of the book colliding with Oikawa's head, him yelling out her name- the way he now lays on the floor with a venomous glare directed at her makes her stomach churn with disgust and something else she didn't want to admit. With no time to waste she scoots herself away from the teen, her bedroom door just inches away. "F-Fuck!" she cusses.

She doesn't care that she's currently half-naked. She doesn't care that she probably looks like a mess. All she cares about is escaping. All she cares about is making it out of the house where she can scream for help. She lunges for her bedroom door and her fingers graze the knob when a strong force slams her into the ground. Dazed from the impact, but still fueled by instincts, she blindly flails around in an attempt to dislodge the heavier figure on top of her. Oikawa grabs her by the base of her ponytail and slams her face into the ground and Tanaka moans in pain, but he doesn't let up his actions and continues to repeatedly slam her face into the hard ground until her nose is a bleeding mess and she is sobbing, all fight gone from her as she tries to curl in on herself and begs him to stop. She just wants the pain to stop. She just wants everything to stop.

He breathes heavily as he pushes her head once more into the cold, desolate floor for the proper measure. Just this action alone was enough for Tanaka to realize that something terrible would happen to her. And it's all her fault. As she curled up, cries dripping incredulously off her now bruised lips she feels a large warm hand encompass her face. Her body is aching, her head mostly, but Oikawa twists her upper part till she is looking him directly in the eye. The scratch from earlier is now welting on his cheek, the same for the ones littered on his arms. Oikawa stares down at her with eyes once filled with warmth, now burning with lust and anger.

"Ryu-chan...I can call you that right? It doesn't matter. Look what you made me do to your pretty face." His voice no longer held a playful tone, instead replaced with a flat and stoic tone. He trails a milky white finger down her bruising cheek, her eyes following him, before moving it to where blood drips from her. He visibly shudders as he admires how her blood looked on his fingers. Absolutely dazzling. "Ryu-chan. Ryu-chan. Hey, look at me." When her eyes, now wet with tears, connect with his, he smiles. "Do you think you can behave for me?"

Tanaka rapidly nods her head and Oikawa leans down to gently kiss her on the lips despite the blood still flowing down her face into their connected mouths. "Good girl, Ryu-chan. I can make you feel so good. You don't want to feel pain anymore, right?" He continues cooing gentle words into her ear as he guides her body until she's laying on her back underneath him. Tears still stream from Tanaka's eyes as she lets Oikawa position her as he pleases. Anything to keep him from hurting her anymore. Oikawa continues to softly kiss her as his fingers begin trailing all over her body leaving tingling sensations in their wake. And oh...this does feel nice and Tanaka closes her eyes as she enjoys the soothing sensations. Unseen by her, Oikawa smirks as he feels the tension exit her body and he almost moans in excitement when she hesitantly reciprocates the kiss. "That's right, Ryu-chan. Look at how good I can make you feel when you behave. I don't like hurting you, so just listen to me ok."

She looks up at him slightly dazed and frowns a bit at his words before carefully nodding. Her head is still hurting from the abuse inflicted by Oikawa and it is evident that if nothing went his way she would feel the physical aftermath of it. She watches as Oikawa runs his hands against her waist, thumbs jutting out to rub circles just under her stomach. A soft moan makes Oikawa continue his ministrations, fingers gliding across her body with skill. He is the grandmaster and she is the piano to be tuned to his liking. When he lifts her thighs apart, minding the blue welts he is happy to see that her pussy is indeed glistening with arousal. "Oh...just look at you." He shakes his head in disbelief. He looks at her with pity which makes her slightly annoyed and tempted to say something back. He coos. "You're a virgin. Aren't you?"

Tanaka flushes. "Y-yeah. So what?!" Oikawa smiles and lightly kisses a trail down her inner thigh until his face is directly in front of the dripping hole and teasingly blows. "H-HEY! Stop that! That's nasty. Get your face away from there." Tanaka reaches down to shove Oikawa away, but a bruising grip on her wrist makes her wince. "What did I just say about behaving?" Oikawa's voice is all venom and it makes Tanaka's bruises and wounds throb. She chokes back a sob as she lays back down, fingers clenched so tightly in a fist that the nails dig into her skin. Oikawa presses one last kiss to her inner thigh in approval at her obedience before ravenously devouring her soaked cunt.

She wasn't ready for how the flat of his tongue would feel against her folds, the bumps of his tastebuds creating amazing friction and she nearly keens. A broken high pitch moan is pushed out of her as she feels Oikawa's tongue getting busy. It is amazing how the warmth of his tongue is enough to make any tension in her body just disappear. Tanaka finds herself torn between wanting to push Oikawa off or letting him continue. She raises a hand to do the former but drops it when the volleyball player sucks on her clitoris, her thighs squeezing his head on both sides. "F-Fuck...stop it, man..." She is so lost and confused in the sea of lust and pain. Oikawa merely watches Tanaka's expression, enjoying how she struggles to fight off the inevitable. She starts to squirm when he begins talking against her folds. "You taste good Ryu-chan~ This must be fate. It has to be."

"Ah...fuck off ya little shit…," she all but groans out, her free hand covering her now flushed and humiliated face.

Something is growing in the pit of her stomach and Tanka pales. Shit, she's about to cum. No, no, no she doesn't want to cum...not in front of Oikawa and definitely not because of Oikawa. "Oi, st-stop it...It's too much..." She moves to push him away again, but Oikawa just grabs both her wrists in his hands as he continues his ministrations. He can feel her body tensing more and more and he can feel her pussy twitching...just a little more...he sucks harshly on her clit and that's all it takes for Tanaka 's spine to arch, her mouth to fling wide open in a silent scream, and her eyes to roll back as she orgasms.

But Oikawa doesn't relent and he continues to lick and suck, making lewd slurping noises as Tanaka writhes and screams in overstimulation. "Th-AH-that's enough. Pl-please -OH- no more! Please, please, please...." Tanaka's words start making less and less sense as Oikawa continues his assault. Only when Tanaka is in tears does Oikawa give one last suck to her throbbing clit and move away as he positions himself so that his cock aligns with her soaked hole.

Her legs are slack from her first orgasm and more so from the overstimulation. All her senses are on high alert as she gasps for air. Although she was already crying beforehand it was nothing compared to how she is sobbing now. Tears stream down her now extremely red face as she weakly tries to push Oikawa away from her leg. His erection looks far too intimidating and the worst part is that it’s going to go into her. "O-Oikawa...wait!" She weakly pushes herself against the back of the door to sit upright before giving him a small smile. "Can you...can you..." she looks away before gently caressing his hand. Tanaka exhales “It's my first time." She prays this will work. "I have some condoms and lube in my top drawer." Oikawa studies her face carefully with an unreadable expression and watches as she struggles to crawl close to him. The stutter in her words is evident, but she refuses to go down without a fight. This is her last chance. "Can ya get them for me? If we're gonna do this, we'll do it right." The drawer is only a few feet away from Oikawa.

Oikawa smiles and gently brings her in for another kiss. "Of course, Ryu-chan. I'll make sure your first time is perfect." He gets up and the instant his back is to her, she once again lunges for the bedroom door and this time successfully escapes. Oikawa's angry screams have her trembling legs moving even faster as she rushes to the outside door. She's so close, but fear ignites within her as she hears his heavier footsteps drawing closer and closer to her. Her hand is just about to unlock the front door when strong arms wrap themselves around her waist and spin her around. Any gentleness Oikawa had shown earlier is gone and all that remained was the fury in his eyes.

He brings his hand up and strikes her across the face so hard that she finds herself on the floor cradling her bruised cheek, but Oikawa's not done with his punishment. He cruelly kicks her in the gut and she gasps as she curls in on herself clutching the abused part. She's still coming to grips with all the pain when she feels a weight on her head. Oikawa is pressing her face into the ground with his foot and Tanaka sobs in humiliation. "You're being such a bad girl, Ryu-chan. Brats don't deserve nice things. You lost any chance of this being pleasant for you. But if you learn to behave, maybe next time will be better for you." Tanaka freezes at his words. "Next time? There's not going to be a next time, you sick fuck!" Oikawa presses his foot even harder into her face which silences her. "You still don't get it, Ryu-chan? Of course, there's going to be a next time. And there'll be the next time after that and on and on. This isn't just a one-time thing. This is your life now."

No. No. He couldn't be serious right? This had to be a dream. It had to. She wanted it to be a dream so badly, but the foot pressed into her face is indeed the reality of her situation. She grits her teeth in pain when he applies more pressure to her now bruised face and curls up more, cradling her aching stomach. She feels so powerless in this position, nothing she does will stop Oikawa and now it is dawning on her that his words are final. Oikawa pauses when he feels the edge of Tanaka's lips move.

"Speak up, Ryu-chan." She whispers just audibly enough for him to hear. "You're gonna rape me...you lied." Her eyes trail up to the now disheveled Oikawa. Just like her he only had a top on, but disgustingly enough his erection is awake. He is getting off to this, she figures. "You're a liar. I thought you would prove me wrong." She exhales deeply before pushing his foot off her face. The ponytail he made had come undone and Tanaka’s hair falls into her face, casting a looming shadow. Oikawa's eyes widen at the sudden display of intimidation. Even after being beaten up Tanaka still had the strength to talk back, to even glare at him. He watches stiffly as Tanaka weakly claws at his leg, nails sinking deep into his calves that would later leave red crescent marks. She is so beautiful.

"Ryuunosuke..." He breathes her name and he bends down to make eye contact with her, eyes staring deep into ones that reflect hatred. "This is why I like you." He places a hand in her hair, patting it gently before his grip tightens. "And now I'm going to show you. Whether you like it or not." He needs this, he waited far too long. Oikawa stands, enjoying the screams of pain and how Tanaka's body sounds being dragged on the wooden floor. There is a pink blush on his face, he is ecstatic.

He drags her back to her bedroom where he tosses her onto the bed and pins her down with his legs as he strips his shirt off. Now completely naked he reaches down to also remove Tanaka's tank top, but Tanaka uses her still free arms to stop him. Irritated, Oikawa backhands her across the face so hard her nose begins to bleed again and Tanaka lets him remove her top without any more fuss. "Ryu-chan, I really do hate hurting you." Oikawa is tenderly stroking her face, but there's only hunger in his gaze. He does hate hurting her, but he loves the way she looks painted red...Oikawa once again lines himself up with Tanaka's now dry pussy, but he could care less as he shoves his entire length into her, relishing in how tight she feels around him. "Fuck, Ryu-chan. You're so tight, so perfect. It's like you were made for me." He continues his sickening train of praise, but Tanaka isn't paying attention as she screams in pain from the forced intrusion. "Oikawa, stop! You're too big. Take it out. Please take it out!" But Oikawa is only spurred on by the desperate tone in her voice and he begins roughly thrusting into her at a rapid pace, his hands gripping her waist so tight she's sure to have finger-shaped bruises there afterward.

As soon as he thrusts into her for the first time, there is no joy. There isn’t anyone whispering in her ear lovingly like the stories her friends told her, there isn't any pause for her to adjust. Nothing feels good. He is too big for her tight snatch and the forceful intrusion leaves her feeling raw and disgusting. Her screams won’t reach anyone and she cries out Oikawa's name when the friction from his thrust hits her hymen. She didn't think she had any more tears, but they start to stream down her face, mixing with the blood as Oikawa takes her virginity. "I hate you...hate you so much." But Oikawa doesn’t hear, his mind is elsewhere in a frenzy, enjoying the tightness of her pussy, how she starts to bleed on his cock. She hates his pathetic face, it’s all she can look at. Her stomach starts to coil in familiarity and she releases a choked moan when he lowers his lips to her perky tits.

Oikawa continues his relentless pace as he takes a hardening nipple into his mouth and rolls the other in between his dexterous fingers. Tanaka hates herself for the way she starts to moan and how her pussy begins to coat itself with lubrication, but Oikawa's been around and he knows exactly what he's doing. She doesn't stand a chance as he continues sucking and twisting her sensitive nubs and...fuck...her eyes widen when Oikawa's cock drags across something inside of her. Oikawa smirks and aims for that same spongy spot over and over again. "Wha-what are you doing? St-stop that. Ah! Pl-please stop it." It's an unfamiliar pleasure for Tanaka and she wants to die from humiliation. How could she be feeling so good while she's being raped? How could she be feeling so good while Oikawa is using her as nothing but a sex toy to get off in? But the pleasure is so new to her that she can't help it as her cunt begins to tighten and she's reaching a peak higher than anything she's felt before.

"That's it, Ryu-chan. I want you to fall apart because of me. Come on. Cum for me." Oikawa uses his free hand to furiously rub her neglected clit and it's the combination of every one of her sensitive spots being stimulated at the same time that brings Tanaka to an overwhelmingly strong climax. Oikawa releases an animalistic growl as he plunges even faster and harder into her tight quivering walls. "Fuck, your pussy is squeezing so hard on me. It's like it doesn't want to ever let me go." All it takes is a few more thrusts and Oikawa is releasing his seed deep inside of her while he forces her to look him in the eyes.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, drool falling as she arches, squirting all over Oikawa’s cock. Everything leaves her feeling tingly inside and the feeling of being overstimulated starts to become unbearable as Oikawa chases for his release. Her eyes threaten to close but Oikawa's hand on her face makes her stay awake. It is strange how she finds his face so handsome, even as he is raping her. He is concentrating on her and only her. It mean someone likes her...right? The thought disappears as she grunts when she feels the hot sliminess of his seed filling her womb and silently thanks her sister for tossing a bottle of pills her way a few weeks beforehand. A silence falls on the two of them and Tanaka stares up at Oikawa with an unreadable expression. It was over right? He would finally leave her alone and never show his face. That's what she wanted to believe, but in the back of her head, all she wants is to kiss him. Her eyes trail to his now bruised lips and they linger there until Oikawa moves closer.

"Ryu-chan." She looks away from him.

Oikawa gently but firmly turns Tanaka's face towards him. She wants to hate him, she does, but she swears she sees a glimmer of affection in his chocolate-brown gaze, and that sets her heart aflutter. He’s so handsome and he made her feel so good...Her thoughts trail off when she feels his lips gently kissing her and she sinks into it. All she knows and feels is love for the brunette who’s caressing her. Oikawa smiles as he feels Tanaka wrap her arms around the back of his neck as she returns the kiss. “Ryu-chan, you’ll be mine, right?” Something deep inside of Tanaka makes her pause at his words and she hesitates, but then Oikawa is kissing her gently again and looking at her with such tenderness that she finds herself saying yes...and she means it. Yes, she loves Oikawa. He’ll take care of her. He’ll make her feel good. And with that last thought, she falls completely into his embrace.

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maaaaaaan bre it's been years and I've read it like 8 times already but Wanna Be Yours is Still. So. Good !!!!!

Thank you so much, beautiful anon! I am so happy to hear this!! Re-reading is the highest compliment I could as for as a writer. Also, I just really love that fic so much. It’s everything I love about Olicity. There’s a touch of angst, and it’s all because of what they assume, and we get Smitten!Oliver (my favorite Oliver), and they’re just so soft when they admit their feelings.

Guh. 

Can I share my favorite part with you? It’s in Chapter 5 when they’re being all cute in the kitchen: 

“You wanna help me cut these up and then we’ll go outside?”

“Before my stomach eats us both?” Felicity asked. His stomach gurgled next and she laughed. “Or each other.”

“Eating each other,” Oliver mused. “I was just fine with what I was eating upstairs.”

Felicity’s eyes widened for a very different reason this time and she smacked his arm. He grinned, shooting her a wink before she moved to the sink to wash her hands.

That was mistake number one. Well, no, actually his bringing up how his face had been buried between her legs just a few minutes ago was the first mistake. The second mistake was he didn’t look away when she sauntered over to the sink, so he caught every single bit of her shapely legs where they were encased in the thin black pants, as well as the hint of skin at her back when she leaned over for the soap. It occurred to him that he hadn’t spent nearly enough time worshiping the damn fine shape that was her ass. God, she had to have been working out since the last time he saw her, or maybe it was the pants? Either way, that needed to be rectified.

He should probably clean his hands again.

Yeah. For health reasons.

Just as Felicity turned on the water and started soaping up her fingers, Oliver stepped up behind her and reached around, covering her hands. She made a startled little noise before letting out a tiny little laugh when his fingers laced with hers, getting just as soapy.

The sound morphed into a gasp when he pressed the length of his body against her backside.

It was bold and a little dangerous considering how close to the edge they’d been upstairs, but Oliver didn’t care, and neither did she. A burst of euphoria hit his chest that he was able to do this at all as he pushed her into the counter, dipping down to rub the bulge in his jeans right against her ass. The joy mixed with the pleasure, making him feel faint in a way that had him gripping her hands for strength. She held him back just as tight and he nuzzled his way through her hair until he reached her neck. Her head fell to the side, and he took complete advantage of it, his tongue darting out to taste her.

She rotated her ass right against him, and he was so fucking sensitive that he shuddered, his eyes fluttering shut with a moan.

Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea.

Common sense flew right out the window a second later, though, as she whispered his name, her fingers tightening around his as she moved to grip the edge of the sink. Using it as leverage, she lifted herself up, rubbing against him.

Stars exploded against his lids, the combination of her soft ass and the tough denim against his painfully hard dick sending spiking pleasure straight through him.

Oliver hissed out a series of unintelligible curses and he dug his face into her throat, dragging his face up her jaw, his cheek brushing against hers.

“We should…” she started, her voice strained, fading, the opposite of convincing.

“Yeah,” Oliver replied, his breath sending spare strands of her hair brushing against his lips.

They should stop, but for a second he had absolutely no intention of doing that. No, his mind was already jumping ahead a couple of spaces, running through all the various places on the main floor he could pull her into and ravage her. It didn’t occur to him that they still didn’t have a condom, or that people were waiting for them outside, or that they had things to do. He just didn’t care. All he cared about was the woman in his arms, that she was here, with him, and that his feelings for her combining with the lust racing through his veins was exhilarating.

But he should stop. Because he didn’t want to do that to her, he reminded himself. The sappy side that she’d just teased him about wanted to make it as special and perfect as possible, preferably in his bed and with protection so he didn’t give himself a goddamn heart attack afterwards wondering if he’d pulled out soon enough.

Oliver suddenly stopped moving, pinning her to the counter. She whimpered her displeasure, just as caught up as he was - and god, that alone had him positively fucking floating - but she didn’t move either. At least not the way he thought she would.

Felicity let his hands go and spun in his arms, looking up at him from under heavy lids. It was too close to a come hither look and he groaned, falling against her, his lips slanting over hers. Her soapy hands landed on his chest, curling in his t-shirt as he grabbed her hips with equally soapy fingers, pulling her close.

He was so damn insatiable for her. She burned through him, scorching through his veins, setting him on fire in a way that he’d never felt before. That was addicting. That made him want more… and more she gave him. Felicity kissed him back with equal ardor, using his shirt to tug him down to her height. She moaned, just loud enough for him to hear, and it sent him into overdrive, notching up the need between them to blinding levels.

Neither of them heard the balcony door opening, or the sudden buzz of conversation outside, or the sound of someone’s exasperated sigh.

“Oh my god,” Tommy said, and that was loud enough to pierce the bubble they were caught in. They broke apart with heavy pants, Oliver jerking away from her like he’d just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Tommy was trying his hardest to keep from smiling as he pointed at them. “I’m separating you two. You guys are not allowed to be in the same room without supervision, you obviously can’t be trusted.” The words hung in the air between all three of them, right before Tommy burst out laughing. It was a loud boisterous noise that had both Oliver and Felicity chuckling with him. “Hell has frozen over,” Tommy declared. “I’m cockblocking my best friend in the worst way possible. I’d be sorry, except I’m starving, so at the same time…”

“Right,” Oliver said, nodding. He moved to scrub his face, but his hands were still soapy.

“And you, Ms. Smoak,” Tommy said, walking around the counter towards Oliver’s girlfriend, “are coming with me. Well, if you want it done right, at least.”

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Falling For You

Parring: Poe Dameron x reader

Word count: 3800+

anonymous asked: Request for Poe x reader: reader is injured on a mission and Poe admits he’s in love with her when he thought she was unconscious but the reader could actually hear him and confronts him about it later, saying she loves him too

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'Fuck, I'm hit!'

You felt panic rush through your veins, as you lost control over your ship. The damaged X-Wing was spinning in the air, falling, the distance between it and the ground decreasing rapidly. Your heart was pumping in your chest quickly, almost as if it wanted to escape. Your small, fragile fingers, that were covered in blood, were pulling a parachute leaver, but to no avail. The metal got stuck, and you were trapped in a falling ship with no way to escape.

'(Y/N), where are you?! Just hang on, okay?' you've heard your best friend and General yell. You tried to look around and see if you can spot his red X-Wing, but everything was foggy. You felt your heart sink, when you realized, that you will not be able to see him for the last time. Being a Resistance pilot, you were used to the thought of near death, but getting separated with Poe - it was something else.

He was your best friend ever since you had met on Yavin 4. He was a spice runner while you were just a regular smuggler, but the connection between you was strong. You had to share your ship with him and his friends since both you and they had gotten in some trouble back on Tatooine. Preferring leaving, rather than dealing with that nasty situation, you made a deal and you transported them as far from there as possible. The travel was unproblematic unless you count Poe constantly trying to get under your skin. You had been drawn to him instantly. At first, he was just a "fun guy to spend time with", but you got on well and became best friends. When he told you he was joining the Resistance, you didn't even think twice before coming with him. That's when the bond you shared grew stronger since both of you were flying in the same squadron.

Right, friendship. You had never been more than that. Not that you didn't want to, I mean, you were basically madly in love with him. You adored his sarcastic personality, his cheeky comments, his beautiful dark curls and sparkly eyes. He made you feel special and unique in every way possible. He reassured you when you didn't feel needed. He helped you. He always complimented you, mostly on your looks and flying skills, heck, he even admitted that you were the best pilot in the universe, better than him. He was half-drunk and in a state of euphoria after a successful mission, but you would always point this out in your arguments. You loved him, but you've never had the chance (or the guts) to tell him.

And now you never will.

You remembered all the memories you shared with Poe. The first time you went stargazing, a thing that quickly became your habit, something you did after every mission. You would lie down on the roof of the base and just stare at the night sky full of shining stars. You remembered the first time he called you his best friend, which made you so emotional that you teared up. He just held you against his chest, chuckling and running his fingers through your hair, while you cried. You had never had friends before, and the thought of having someone you could rely on by your side made your heart warm.

The memory of the first time you argued crossed your mind. You were supposed to go on a dangerous secret mission for the Resistance. When General Organa told you, you were so happy, finally having the opportunity to prove yourself in the field. Poe, on the other hand, got mad. He didn't think you needed to prove yourself, but his emotions were mostly caused by the fact that you were supposed to go alone. It's not that he thought you were weak and helpless, on a contrary, but be was just worried something might happen to you. He started yelling at you, confessing that he cared for you and he just couldn't lose you too. That made your heart break.

And now he was yelling at you to hang on.

'Thanks, but that's really not an option, Dameron!' you yelled back, instantly regretting it, since those might have been your last words. But, Maker, he was really stupid sometimes. You tried to look up at his ship, hoping that you might see him for the last time before your fall ends, but to no avail. The glass was shattered, foggy, covered in gasoline and your blood. Closing your eyes you brought back every detail of his face, every wrinkle, every freckle and every little scar.

'Poe...' you whispered, as your life was getting closer to its end. You saw his eyes and heard his joyful laughter ring in your ears.

And then there was nothing.

-

'(Y/N) NO!' the small cockpit was filled with screams of terror, as Poe watched his best friend's ship crash on the ground. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his eyes started well with tears. A wave of guilt, shock and sadness hit him, while all he could do was to stare at the wrecked X-Wing. At first, he didn’t feel anything. No sadness or despair, he felt just fine. His mind still didn’t process the fact that he had just lost his best friend. Poe never thought much about losing you, since you were a great pilot, so he wasn’t prepared to let you go. Before the battle, he didn’t say goodbye to you, because he never had. You always joked together before taking off and while being high up in the air.

‘Hey, flyboy! Just don’t look straight at the sun!’ you told him right before getting into your ship.

‘Don’t you worry, I’ll be too busy watching your shitty flying, Princess!’ he replied, laughing.

‘I’m the best pilot in the galaxy, you said so yourself!’

Poe couldn’t help but stare at you in awe. The beams of sunlight crowned your head, making your hair look like someone dusted powdered gold on it. You looked like an angel. Poe’s heart fluttered as he watched you, a dreamy smile forming on his lips.

He loved you, even though you were just friends and nothing more. He knew you could never be separated.

But here he was, alive and healthy, looking at your demolished ship. He had just witnessed your death, but it didn't move him. He was... fine. All he felt was a shock, no pain, no grief. It made him worry slightly. His mind screamed at him to feel anything, any emotion, bad or good, whatever. But he didn't. He was just numb. His eyes traced the route of Millenium Falcon, as Lando flew closer to see if you were anywhere to be found.

'General, what do we do?' he heard a voice, that belonged to one of his pilots, through the communication system. Poe had no answer to that. He half wished to be back home at Yavin 4, while the other part screamed for the fight to continue. He was desperate for any kind of reaction from his body, a power to scream or tears in his eyes. But it just wouldn't come.

'General?'

'Do we go back to the base?'

'We won, General!'

'General, we can go home now!'

He couldn't listen to that anymore. Poe mumbled a quick 'Yeah', before taking off his helmet. He couldn't come back home.

He just lost it.

-

A distant cheering snapped him out of his thoughts. They won. But he lost everything. Carefully Poe tried to stand up and move his bandaged hand. It was just a minor injury, compared to what was happening in his heart. Without a word, he walked out of the medical room and headed outside. He had no place to go to be alone. Everything reminded him of you, even his own quarters.

'Poe!' he turned around, at the sound of the familiar voice. Finn was cheering and running to him with a smile on his lips. This made Poe let out a sigh of relief. At least Finn was all right. Hugging his friend with one hand, Poe smiled sadly.

'Poe, we've won. The war is over!' Finn yelled and laughed, doing a little dance of victory.

'Yeah, that's great...' that was all the pilot could bring himself to say. He was truly happy that they won. He just wished the price wasn't that big.

'What is it, huh?' Finn asked, concerned, the smile coming off of his lips. 'Are you not happy? Isn't it what you wanted?'

The silence was more than enough of a response.

'Is it about (Y/N)? Is she not gonna make it?' Poe's head shot up at those words. Is she not gonna make it? What the hell does that mean?

'What do you mean?' he asked slowly, his orbs not leaving Finn's. His heart was pounding rapidly in his chest.

'I just thought they had news abo- Oh, Maker!' the stormtrooper's eyes winded in realization. 'You don't know, do you?'

Poe's heart was beating faster than ever. He was still confused but also worried, not knowing what his best friend meant. What if Rey got fatally injured - or died - too. He wouldn't be able to take it.

'Do I know what, Finn?'

'She is alive. Lando got her out of that wreck just in time. She is in fatal condition, the medics don't know if she is gonna make it, but she didn't die. Not yet.' the man said slowly.

Poe was sure, that if it wasn't for the extreme adrenaline rush he just felt, he would have collapsed right there. He still wasn't entirely sure if he believed it. His heart was pounding in his chest at an incredible speed. No, it couldn't be. Perhaps he heard wrong. Or Finn wasn't thinking about (Y/N).

This was a battle, of course a lot of people died. He didn't want to get his hopes up.

But he had to make sure. Even if that meant getting his heart broken again, he had to ask for confirmation.

'Say that again' he whispered faintly, barely making any sound.

'She is alive, Poe. (Y/N) is still alive.'

That's all it took. The sound of your name was enough to make him break out a run and sprint back to the hospital, where he had been just a few minutes ago. Glancing through the glass, he quickly found the room they put you in and burst in through the open door. You were there, laying on the bed, with your hair splayed on the pillow in a messy halo. Your body was covered in blood, dirt and dust, but in Poe's opinion, you still looked beautiful.

Lots of cuts and bruises covered your face, and you had a wide gash on your stomach, which was the main source of blood that was covering everything. Poe's eyes darted instantly to your chest, looking for any sign of life. It was rising and collapsing in an unsteady rhythm. Your nose and lips were covered by the oxygen mask, and there were lots of cables connecting you to medical devices. The heart rate monitor showed an increasing line.

The nurses were bustling around the room, searching frantically for bandages, patches and gauzes. They were displaying surgical threads, needles and scalpels on the sterile metal table to sew the wound on your stomach.

Poe felt his heart stop, not for the first time this day. You were in terrible conditions, but you were alive. He felt his eyes prickle slightly as he watched your closed ones. A tear fell on his cheek and rolled down, falling on the tiles. Relief washed over him as he sunk to his knees, still standing in the doorway. The nurses seemed to take notice of him, and one quickly scurried over to the pilot.

'Sir, you have to leave. We will have to perform surgery on her, and we must not be interrupted. Please, stay in the waiting area' she said professionally and gestured to the chair in the hallway.

'But I love her...' Poe whispered, ignoring woman's words.

'I know, but she has very little chance of surviving and must receive help right away.'

'I love her' he just repeated, his gaze still lingering on your face. He couldn't get enough of seeing you alive.

'Sir, please...'

It wasn't until Poe heard his friend's voice and felt a pair of strong arms pulling him up, that he snapped.

'Poe, come on. It's all right, she is in good hands' Finn said, helping him get up. Poe managed to get a last glimpse at your unconscious figure before walking away. His mind was racing. He still couldn't believe you were alive. All he could do was stare blankly at the floor, not knowing what to do.

'Hey...' Finn spoke softly 'You should rest, it's been a really long day.' Poe blinked a couple of times and shook his head.

'No, I'm fine. I'll stay here in case she wakes up' he said loudly but seemed to be unsure of his words. He saw you, after all. It would have taken a miracle for you to get better.

'Hey buddy, she will be all right. You need to take care of yourself, or they won't let you in. No offence mate, but you stink' Finn scrunched his nose. In fact, his friend didn't stink - he mainly smelled of gasoline and sweat - but he was in terrible conditions. They haven't slept in ages, and Poe had dark hollow circles around his teary eyes. His uniform was dirty, the fabric torn in a few places, and he had an injured hand wrapped in bandages. To be frank, he looked no better than you.

'She will be all right, Poe. I will wait here for any news. You have to rest.'

The pilot didn't seem sure and was about to protest, but he caught his friend's sharp look.

'You come to me as soon as anything happens, understood?' he said, sighing in defeat.

'Understood, General.'

'I need you to promise me.'

'I promise, Poe.'

And with that, the pilot was instantly gone.

-

'Just for fifteen minutes, General Dameron.'

Poe quickly scurried into the room and sat gently on the side of your bed. You were after the surgery - the medics did an exceptionally good job - yet still unconscious.

'Hey, Princess' he whispered, running his fingers through your hair. 'Next time don't scare me like that.'

Your face was calm, eyes closed and cheeks slightly flushed. Poe couldn't help but stare at you in awe. Even now, you were perfect.

'But hey, we won!' he breathed, too scared to raise his voice.

'We destroyed those sons of bitches, (Y/N), we did it!'

And just like that, he started telling you about your victory. How at first there seemed to be no hope. How he had shot at the giant ships.

But then he came to the part where you got hit. Tears welled in his eyes at the memory of your falling X-wing. His voice started shaking, and he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying. Once again, Poe saw your ship getting hit, orange and yellow colours of explosion flew in front of his eyes. As he saw the machine fall down, he wanted to scream your name again.

-

At first, you had felt a few wet drops - probably someone's tears - fall on your cheeks and neck. Then a wave of pain hit you in your stomach. You were too tired to open your eyes or make a sound.

'And my heart stopped at that moment, Princess' you felt your heartbeat quicken at the familiar voice.

Poe.

He took your hand and squeezed tightly.

'I love you, (Y/N). And I just can't lose you' he said, making your heart skip a beat. You were lucky the nurses forgot to turn on the heart monitor, or he would have been able to hear everything. There was a moment of silence before the door creaked.

'General, we must insist you leave. Fifteen minutes are up.'

You felt the weight of his body shift from the bed, Poe stood up.'Goodbye, my sweet princess' he whispered and placed a loving kiss on your forehead, before walking away.

-

You felt a light breeze of the morning wind brush against your face, as you walked down a corridor that was leading to the hangar. You were heading there to see Poe. It was supposed to be a surprise since he didn't know you were out of the hospital yet. Knowing your best friend, he was fixing his X-Wing despite the early hours. It wasn't uncommon among the pilots of the Resistance to be up on their feet before the sunrise. Working on machines and improving their efficiency with droids helped clear your minds before missions. You were sure this is where you should be looking for a certain brown-haired ex-spice runner.

And you weren't wrong.

As soon as you walked into the hangar, you immediately spotted him. Poe was standing next to his half-demolished X-Wing, armed with some wrenches and screwdrivers. He was talking to Finn, who was standing nearby with BB-8 that was circling vigorously. You took a moment to admire the view, before coming over. The droid saw you first, beeped enthusiastically and scurried over to you. It bumped into your legs, nearly sweeping you off your feet.

'Hey, buddy!' you kneeled next to him, laughing. 'Missed me?'

BB-8 beeped happily in response. You straightened its antennae, chuckling at the small robot. You could feel Poe's shocked gaze focused at you while standing up. You locked your eyes with him and walked over, smiling.

'Looking good, flyboy!' you said to him.

'What are you doing here, Princess?' he asked, clearly stunned by your presence. He dropped everything to the floor and took your arms into his hands, so delicately as if they were made of porcelain.

'I'm happy to see you too, Poe' you chuckled at his reaction. 'They let me out today, so I came here to see some old friends.'

The pilot snapped out of his thoughts and embracing you tightly, bringing you as close as possible with all the strength he had. His eyes started to water slightly when he inhaled the scent of your sweet shampoo. If Lando hadn't gotten you out of that wreck, you wouldn't be here. You wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him back. Your hands wandered to his hair, as you wrapped his curls between your fingers.

'It's okay now, flyboy. I'm here' you whispered soothingly. 'I'm not leaving you.'

You stayed in this position for five minutes, just embracing each other, appreciating your presence. Poe finally let go and looked you deep in the eyes, with a small smirk already forming on his lips.

'I told you your  flying is shitty' he stated, making you laugh.

'Excuse me?! I believe you were the one yelling at me to hang on when I got hit' you poked his chest and sticking your tongue at him.

He laughed and caught you by your waist, bringing you closer to him again.

'I was just trying to be helpful, darling' he said, tickling your stomach. You squealed and tried to wriggle out of his strong grip. You didn't succeed, so the only thing you could do is return the favour, starting a tickle fight in the middle of the hangar.

'Get a room!' somebody yelled from the small crowd that had already gathered around you.

'Yeah, Poe. Get your girlfriend and go to your quarters!' shouted Finn, who knew about your mutual love for each other. He, more than anything, was rooting for your friendship to turn into something more.

'Come on, man, you know we are not together' the pilot let you go, blushing furiously.

'Is that so, Poe?' you teased him. After he confessed his love to you when he thought you weren't listening, you finally had the guts to tell him about the feelings you returned. 'I thought you loved me and just couldn't lose me.'

'What?' he turned his head to face you, his eyes wide. You knew about his crush. 'I don't, (Y/N). I never said anything like that' he said trying to deny his affection.

'Oh, yeah? Cause I think you did. A few days ago, when you thought I was still unconscious.'

The crowd around you increased, people were clearly interested, and you couldn't exactly blame them, you were making quite a scene. Poe's face turned red, and his eyes widened. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode in his chest. You fucking knew, and it was his fault.

'No, Princess, you must have been dreaming' he giggled nervously attempting to hide his embarrassment. 'I don't love you, because... because if I did, you would mean the world to me. I wouldn't be able to live without you by my side. And I would have stupid nicknames for you, that I would use, even if you hated them. And I would love all the little quirks you have, all the little things you do. The way you put a single strand of hair behind your ear would be the highlight of my day. If I loved you, I would do anything to make you laugh, just to see that spark in your eyes, that appears when you smile. I would wake up and fall asleep just thinking about you. And my heart would - fuck - it would stop every time I see you and every time I hear your angelic voice. I would want to share my every day with you because you make my life better, Princess. And... and... I do. I fucking love you, (Y/N).'

The entire room went silent at his words. You slowly approached Poe, shaking your head in disbelief.

'I fucking love you too, flyboy' you said, bringing your hand to his cheek. He looked up hesitantly, his lips parting slightly in surprise. His brown eyes met yours, and for a while, you just looked deeply at each other.

'Fuck' he breathed out, before slamming his lips onto your with incredible strength. The unexpected kiss knocked the breath out of your lungs. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you, and closing the gap between your bodies. Poe smiled into the kiss and lifted you off the ground gently, spinning you in the air. You could hear the people cheering at you but at the moment the only thing that mattered was Poe Dameron, the (second) best pilot in the galaxy.

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Sunflower - Harry Styles AU Series (Volume 4)

The year is 1977 and it’s officially summertime. Y/N is spending it with her family at the Malibu Breeze Hotel, where she meets, aspiring musician, Harry Styles. The two clash in the beginning, but soon realize they may just need each other in the end. Find out just how life changing one summer can be in Sunflower, a Harry Styles AU.

     Here is part 4 of Sunflower. Hope you enjoy it!

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The night of the show at The Soundbooth, I couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard I tried. I tossed and turned under the bedsheets, but my body never once gave in to sleep. The next day, my mind was still racing and adrenaline coursed through my veins from the events the night before. However, I soon realized it wasn’t just from performing on stage, but from who I was performing with. I could deny all I wanted and say that Harry wasn’t attractive or that I didn’t feel butterflies in my stomach or my heart would start to race whenever I was around him, I would be lying.

I was afraid of running into either Jasper or Harry at the resort, so I stayed in my room most of the day. Rehearsals started later that night and I was both excited and anxious to go. After we got off stage last night, no one really talked about what had just happened, not with me at least. Marianne could sense something was up with me, but she didn’t press the issue to try and find out what it was.

Part of me wonders if it’s because she could tell I wanted space or because she couldn’t be bothered with it. I would like to believe it was the former, but our budding relationship is still new, so I couldn’t exactly rule the latter out either. I sighed heading out to the balcony. We had a spectacular view of the beach and ocean. The sound of the waves sounded louder from here, almost as if it were an echo.

I closed my eyes taking in the swoosh of the waves as they crashed along the shore and the breeze against my skin. Once again my thoughts went to Harry and how it felt singing with him. I’ve never sang a duet with someone before, but I still knew that what I felt wasn’t normal or something that happens a lot. The longer I sat there, enjoying the sun kissing my skin, I suddenly got the inspiration to write a song.

Getting up from my chair, I went back into the room to get my guitar and notebook. Very seldom did words and a melody just flow out of me so quickly, but when it did, it became my best song I’ve ever written. And as I spent the rest of the day perfecting it, I knew it without a doubt this was my song, the song that would eventually put me on the map.

**

By the time rehearsals came around, the high I felt from the show was gone and replaced with nerves. I had stayed in my room all day, accomplishing my goal of not running into Harry, Jasper, or anyone else that may have been at The Soundbooth. Although, looking back at it now as I stood outside the door, I kinda wish I had already gotten the initial meeting over with earlier.

But it was too late now and I just had to make the best of it. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door. I thought we would have been rehearsing in the same building the audition was at, but it ended up being one of the member’s cabins. I wasn’t sure how that would work out though. I figured I probably should finally knock because if anyone was in there waiting for me, they could probably see me anyway. It was already going to be awkward enough, I don’t want to seem like I’m trying to talk myself into knocking on the door even though that’s exactly what I’m doing.

The old, rickety screen door rattled as I tapped my hand against it.

“It’s open!” I heard someone shout from the other side.

I wasn’t sure who the muffled voice belonged to, but if I had to guess it was Jasper. I turned the knob on the door to open it and walk through the main door into the tiny living room. There was an old, burnt orange leather couch taking up the majority of the room, while a few beach chairs and a small coffee table filled the rest.

“Hey,” Jasper said, walking over, beer in hand.

“Sorry, I’m late,” I said, tightening my grip on my guitar case.

“No problem,” He shrugged. “We’re still waiting on Harry to get his ass here. He had  to work a double today.”

Mentally my eyes widened realizing there was no way he had gotten any sleep between the show last night and now.

“So, I didn’t see you round today,” Jasper stated, taking a swig of his beer.

We walked through the cabin, which appeared bigger than I previously thought, but also still too small to have rehearsals in.

“Oh, yeah, I uh, I had some stuff to do. I didn’t get out much today,” I told him as I followed behind.

“Cool,” he shrugged.

We walked back to the small outdoor porch where the rest of the band sat around with guitars and beers in hand. Seeing them in this setting, made them seem more intimidating and made me feel like I didn’t fit in.

“Y/N, hey,” Sarah smiled waving her drum sticks in my direction.

“Hey,” I waved, nodding at the rest of the band.

“You fucking smashed it, last light,” she smiled. “Come sit, want a beer?”

“Um… sure,” I told her as I walked over to join her at the empty seat.

She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly stopped to look behind me. I followed her gaze to see Harry standing there. He looked exhausted, wearing a white tank top with his uniform trousers and his Malibu Breeze shirt in his hands, but he still made my heart race and my stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Nice to see everyone here,” he stated, looking right at me.

“Same here,” Jasper said, throwing Harry a beer, who instantly catches it without a flinch.

“Okay, let’s get down to business shall we?” Jasper asked standing in the front.

Harry sat down beside Mitch and on the opposite side of me. I turned my body to look at Jasper, but I can feel Harry’s gaze on me. I wondered if he’s thinking about what happened last night and if he does, in fact, feel something between us. Wait a minute… what was I saying? That I have feelings for him? There’s no way, I don’t even know him.

But there was something last night. I can’t explain it and I’m afraid to ask him or anyone for an explanation. I glance out of the corner of my eye to look at him, but he quickly adverts his gaze to Jasper and I do the same.

“Last night was one of our best shows in awhile, agreed?” Jasper noted.

I don’t agree, but I do look around to see everyone’s reaction. Everyone’s nodding, but Harry’s looking at me, no, staring right at me.

“Yeah, it was,” Harry said. “And you had a lot to do with it.”

“Oh, I uh, I don’t know about that. Y’all are really great, groovy, I’ve played together for years, I just did one song,” I shrugged, hoping my face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“But that one song was fucking amazing,” Mitch spoke up, causing everyone to turn their heads. “Oh fuck off. I do speak, you know.”

I hold back a smile at that, “Thank you, but I didn’t really do anything… and it’s not like it’s my song either.”

“You made it your own though,” Harry said. “And you had that crowd eating out of your fucking hands…”

I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed with me or paying me a compliment. Either way, I felt my face getting even redder and I really hoped it wasn’t noticeable.

“Look, I uh, I want to thank you for giving me this opportunity I don’t want to fuck things up, I just want to play music,” I tell them.

“Well, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s get rehearsals started, yeah?” Jasper said.

**

The rest of rehearsals is more than I could have imagined. We joked around, ate pizza, and messed around on our guitars as I learned more of their songs. I didn’t realize how late it was until I could hear music over the loudspeaker on the other side of the cabin. Apparently, there was a party amongst the staff every night. Jasper, Mitch, and Sarah had already made their way out to join the party, while I cleaned up, putting my guitar back in it’s case.

I had assumed Harry had already left as well, until he appeared right before me.

“You can stay for the party,” he said.

“Oh, um, maybe next time,” I said putting a strand of hair behind my ear and out of my face. “It’s already late, I should get going.”

“Ah, right, parents,” He said.

I wish that weren’t the case. The last thing I needed was to come off like a little kid who still did everything Mommy and Daddy told her to do.

“Something like that,” I mumbled.

“Um… do you mind if I walk you back to the hotel?” He asked.

“Don’t you have a party to get to?” I asked.

“Missing one party isn’t going to kill me,” Harry shrugged.

“Um, sure, then, if you don’t mind,” I said.

“I offered didn’t I?” He asked.

I bit my lip with a nod and he took my guitar case from me. We both left the cabin and the partygoers behind us as we walked along the beach in the moonlight. Neither one of us said anything for a bit, however, it didn’t feel awkward. I still decided to break the silence.

“Thank you for uh… walking with me,” I told him.

“No problem,” he said. “Um.. look the reason I wanted to do this was so I could talk to you about last night.”

“Sorry if I uh... overstepped… it was your show,” I started.

“You didn’t,” he said. “And it turned into our show. You-you have a gift… a talent… and I saw it during your audition, but I heard it… felt it last night.”

“Thank you,” I blushed.

“Y/N, I know I’ve been an ass to you,” he sighed. “I just… I really want this, you know. Music is… the only thing I’m good at, so if this doesn’t work out for me, I don’t know what I would do.”

“I know and I don’t want you to think I would try and jeopardize that for you,” I told him.

“I know you wouldn’t,” he said. “Because I can tell you’re a really cool girl.”

“Thank...you,” I said.

We approached The Malibu Breeze sooner than I would have liked, wondering where our conversation might have gone if we were there just a little bit longer.

“Well, we’re here,” Harry said. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then,” I told him.

He gave me a small smile before turning to head back, “Harry, wait,” I said quickly.

‘Yeah?” He asked looking back.

“You’re not going to join in on the party when you get back are you?” I asked.

“Why?” He asked.

“I don’t know, you uh… just look like you could use a few extra hours of sleep,” I blushed, bringing my hand up to move hair from his face. “Wouldn’t want you to fall asleep on the job, is all.”

He smiled, lighting up the night sky like the moon shining bright on the ocean. “You’re right, I’ll get a good night’s rest, just for you.”

“Promise?” I smirked.

“Promise,” he smiled reaching for my hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight,” I smiled, standing there for a few moments while I watched him walk back down the beach.

**

Let me know what you think!!! :) I’m thinking I’m going to do a posting for this every Sunday. 

[theperditioncrasher]

My Pretty Carnival Girl (1/2)

Jaskier x Reader

 Hi guys, this is the first fanfic I’ve written in a long time, I just fell so in love with The Witcher and it’s characters, I couldn’t help myself. There will be a part two to this that will probably be smut. Hope you guys enjoy!

The Song used in this ‘Fakenham Fair’ by Bellowhead though I have changed a few of the lyrics to suit the characters.

Warnings: occasional swearing, suggestive themes, A LOT of fluff!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the music involved.

word count: 3846

You can find part 2 here

Y/N winced as the raucous drunken roars of the Inn’s occupants hurt her ears as she squeezed through the crowds towards the table in the corner, juggling three large tankards. Celebratory ale spilled over onto the floor as tankards clunked together in toast to the Witcher; Geralt of Rivia. The Witcher and his companions had ridden into town in the early break of morning, where they were approached by the desperate townsfolk who offered all the money they had for Geralt to slay the Basilisk that had been terrorizing the town for many moons now. The Basilisk had been killing livestock for weeks and had recently moved on to the taste of human flesh. The townsfolk had begged their king to do something, but the drunken letch ignored them, leaving Geralt as their last hope. The Basilisk had been no match for the mighty Witcher, and by dusk they had returned to the entire town piling into the local Inn in celebration, offering free food, drink, and accommodation for their saviours in thanks. Jaskier had been so happy he could have cried at the idea of sleeping in a real bed after so many nights on the cold hard ground. They all bathed and ate until their bodies were warm and full; even Geralt seemed more at ease after a soak in a hot bath, washing away all the blood and grime, the tension in his broad shoulders slipping away.

The Witcher in question sat at a table in the corner of the Inn, cast in shadow; his damp silver hair curled at the ends, his eyes like glowing embers in the dark. He watched the rain outside patter against the window seemingly lost in thought, only broken when Y/N crashed into the table as she leapt out of the way of two burly men jostling each other in another raucous cheer of celebration. She set down the drinks and slid one towards Geralt who grunted in thanks before taking a large swig of ale.

She took her seat next to him and took a sip of her own drink, her eyes watered as the alcohol burning her throat. She placed the other at the edge of the table, ready for the third member of their small party. Its owner; Jaskier was stood on a chair, lute in hand and head thrown back in song as people danced around him. The dark curls stuck to the sweat on his forehead and his eyes shone as he revelled in the cheers and claps around him. His grin shone brightly like a flame, lighting up the room and settling in the pit of Y/N’s stomach with a curling warmth. She drank in every inch of his beautiful appearance. His long fingers gliding across the lute strings with gorgeous precision, causing the veins to protrude on his firm forearms, disappearing under the bunched up roll of his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his skin slightly sun-kissed from their time in the afternoon sun during their travels. His jacket rested next to Y/N on the bench, discarded earlier in the evening. The shirt clung to the sweat on his skin and lay open at the neck, dark whispers of hair peeking out from beneath the seams. Y/n felt heat rush to her cheeks as her gaze became fixated on a single drop of sweat that slid down the bard’s sharp jaw, down his throat and slipped beneath the neck of his shirt. What sweet noise would he make, she wondered, if she caught that droplet with her tongue?

Her reverie was broken by a worn rag being pushed in her direction by the Witcher she had forgotten was sitting beside her. She picked up the rag and inspected it with confusion.

“What’s this for?” she asked turning to Geralt.

“To wipe up the drool off your chin,” he replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth his eyes alight with idle amusement.

Y/N’s face burned as she sputtered in mortification.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she grumbles as she throws the rag back in the Witcher’s face and slumps in her seat, gulping down her ale to hide her bright red cheeks as a low chuckle rumbled from her friend.

Y/N and Geralt had a strange friendship, stretching many years from when she was still a girl helping her father in his smithy. Her father had been the best blacksmith in Fakenham, creating weapon for knights, mages, and mutants from across the land, and had struck up an unlikely friendship with a young Geralt from his many visits to their shop. After her father died, she continued his work and Geralt continued his visits. He would sit while she worked and listen to her talk, supplying the occasional grunt or hum in reply. Over the years, her shop shrank into a small stall in the market as business became scarce; not many people trusted the skill of a female blacksmith. It was during the annual fair six months ago that Geralt came through for a job, only this time he travelled with a companion. A rather handsome companion, Y/N had noticed. Once Geralt had slain his monster, she begged him to take her with him. She had nothing left in Fakenham; no family, no shop, just a small stall and a dingy room above the tavern. Her heart soared when he agreed, she packed up her things and didn’t look back. She didn’t want to be a burden so she repaid Geralt by repairing his swords and his armour, and selling little metal trinkets and jewellery she crafted on the campfire. She needn’t have worried too much, Geralt seemed to care about her, and she hoped he considered her to be family as much as she did him.

The Bard had exceeded her first impression of him as they got to know each other. While it was his beauty that had struck her, it was his charming and flirtatious nature that gave him a place in her heart. Her pulse jumped in her throat and butterflies fluttered furiously in her stomach every time he was near her. He could turn her entire body to a raging inferno with nothing but a wink. She fell in love with him slowly and all at once, but it soon became apparent he did not feel the same way. The same flirtatious nature that had drawn her in was not reserved for just her, it would seem. Jaskier eyes would follow every beautiful maiden (and handsome man) they came across, serenading them with his smile and his songs then disappearing into their bedchambers until the next morning. While she had been heartbroken, she soon accepted things as they were. She never wanted to lose their friendship and so she would force herself to get over these feelings. She could never hate him for feelings he did not have; how could he have known how she felt when she kept her feelings hidden?

She dropped her empty tankard now that her face had returned to its natural colour and side-eyed Geralt, who still had a small mischievous twinkle in his eye as he drained his own. It seemed her feelings weren’t as hidden as she’d originally thought.

Y/N jumped as Jaskier dropped down beside her, his chest heaving. He rested an arm over her shoulder and gulped down his ale. He slammed the tankard onto the table and licked the remaining drops from his pink lips. Before she could help herself, her eyes dropped to watch the action, her breath stuttering. Thankfully Jaskier didn’t seem to notice as he looked out across the room.

“Isn’t it marvellous to finally be around people who truly appreciate musical artistry when they hear it,” he gleamed. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“And what are we, chopped mutton?” she teased, biting her lip to hold back her grin.

Jaskier inclined his head toward Geralt “I mainly talking about Mr Misery over there. You, my lady, are of course my most appreciative audience, and my most cherished muse,”

He drops his face closer to hers and winks, causing her cheeks to flare up again and a giggle to slip past her lips. She chastised herself for her silly girlish reaction. She was supposed to be getting over these feelings, but every time he opened his mouth, a charming compliment and flirtatious wink would send her leaping heart whirling back to where it started. She removed herself from under Jaskier’s arm to save her poor chest before it burst open and picked up the empty tankards.

“Anyone for another round?” she asked, but before either man could reply she was on her feet and diving through the crowds.

Jaskier’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he watched her retreating figure disappear into the sea of faces.

“I told you Geralt, it’s hopeless” he moaned, “How could someone as perfect and radiant as Y/N, a literal walking goddess, ever look for more than a second at a lowly bard like me. Especially when this bard is stood next to the likes of you,”

He sunk lower into his seat, sending a scowl towards the Witcher. Geralt paused and frowned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jaskier scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on, surely you’ve seen the way she looks at you, with those big, beautiful doe eyes. She’s in love with you!” he cried, “How could she not be, with your perfect jawline and bulging biceps,”

He huffed and sunk back into his seat, sulking. Geralt had to take a moment to gather his exasperated thoughts. How on earth could two people be so moronic that they were practically perfect for each other in their own stupidity? How could Jaskier not realise that when he thought Y/N was looking at Geralt, she was actually looking at the fucking idiot stood next to him! How could Y/N not see that whenever the young bard sang songs of love and heartache, his eyes never left her.

Y/N returned to the table, now with three refilled tankards. She placed them in front of the men before sitting down, this time in a chair opposite Geralt. The new seating position did not go unnoticed by Jaskier, causing him to sink even further into his seat and huff, turning away. Geralt watched as Y/N’s gaze flickered towards Jaskier before dropping to the cracked tankard in front of her once she saw that his focus was directed towards the crowd. He didn’t think he had ever come so close to smashing two peoples’ heads together as he had in that moment, looking between the brooding pair.

“fucking idiots,” he growled, his sudden outburst causing the two to look up at him in shock.

However, before either of them could question him, one of the girls from the town skipped over to Jaskier, her friends close behind her giggling.

“Excuse me, Bard?” she squeaked.

Jaskier jumped up, his grin returning as took the girl’s hand and placed a light kiss on it.

“What can I do for such a lovely maiden as yourself?” he purred.

The poor girl looked like she was about to combust. Her friends shrieked behind her, fanning their own blushing faces.

“We wondering if you could play us some more songs, we’d love to dance for you,”

Jaskier straightened his shirt and picked up his loot.

“How could I deny such a request when the heavens have sent angels to ask it?”

He turned to shrug at his companions before following the gaggle of giggling girls. Y/N swallowed back the bile that threatened to rise in her throat, attempting  to wash the foul taste away with another glug of her ale. But it did nothing.

“I think I’m going to go to bed,” she murmured, pushing her half full tankard towards Geralt and began to rise from her seat, but the Witcher grabbed her arm, making her freeze.

“Sit down,” he growled, his gloved hand still holding tightly on her wrist. Y/N cautiously sank back into her seat, looking at him with concern.

“Is everything okay Geralt?” she asked, nervously. Had she done something wrong?

“You’re an idiot, you both are,” he snarled, narrowing his eyes.

“Me? What did I do?” Y/N huffed, taken aback, and a little insulted at his harsh words.

“How can you not see that Jaskier as in love with you as you are with him,”

Now really taken aback, she began spluttering as that stupid blush that had plagued her all night rushed across her face, running up her neck and burning the tips of her ears.

“I’m not in love with him!” she pointlessly protested, “And even if I was there is no way in hell he’d feel the same way, look at him!”

She pointed over to the bard who had resumed his place on the chair, smiling widely at the girls that surrounded him dancing and giggling.

“That man can’t keep in his pants for more than two seconds, distracted by anyone that has a pulse and an empty bed. What makes you think he has the time to look twice at me?”

Tears began to burn behind her eyes, if this was the Witcher’s idea of a joke it was cruel and most definitely not funny. She liked to think Geralt wouldn’t be that mean, not to her at least.

“If you actually paid attention you would have noticed that he hasn’t been with anyone in months, it stopped not long after you joined us. That’s because of you Y/N. I’ve nearly strangled the bastard too many times because he won’t shut up about you,” Geralt leaned back in his seat and sighed,

“You both spend hours staring at each other and pining away, but you’re both too caught up in your own self pity to realise that you both feel the same way. Then I have to put up with your sad, sulking arses, do you have any idea how fucking annoying it is? So suck it up and knock it off, just tell each other for fuck sake,”

Y/N remained frozen, staring at him in shock. All these years of knowing each other and that was probably the most she’d ever heard Geralt speak in one conversation. She was so in shock that her brain had to take a few seconds to process the words he had actually said.

Geralt became impatient, not waiting for her to answer he rose to his feet and stormed over to Jaskier. He grabbed the bard by the collar and dragged him down to face level so he could say something in his ear. Whatever it was caused Jaskier to grow pale with fear and frantically shake his head. But Geralt ignored his pleading and growled at him. The bard gave him a resigned nod before returning to face his audience with a strained smile.

Y/N’s gaze followed Geralt as he returned to their table with a questioning look, but he said nothing. She turned her focus to Jaskier who seemed to be taking a few deep breaths before clearing his throat to gather the attention of his audience.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he called, his voice wavering slightly, “I am afraid this magical night must finally come to an end,”

The crowd booed, but he ignored them, talking over their cries.

“So I will leave you with one last song. This song I have been composing for a few months and have never played in front of anyone before,”

His eyes flickered over to her, the raw feeling glinting in the candlelight made Y/N’s chest tighten, he looked so vulnerable, so afraid. She had never seen him like this.

“But for my wonderful listeners, I will play it for you tonight in farewell!”

The room slowed to quiet whispers as they waited in anticipation. Jaskier released a shaky breath and began to play. The tune was just as joyful and light as the rest of the night’s compilation, but it was slower in tempo. She didn’t recognise the tune and that made her frown. He always seemed to ask her opinion on his new songs so she thought she knew them all but this one was completely unfamiliar to her.

I never really fell in love ‘til I went out to Fakenham fair,

A chance for t’meet with a carnival girl

who was selling the fortunes there.

Try for a sword or a silver spear or a

Golden filigree.

But all the while her eyes were saying “Oh

Come, Take a chance on me!”

So swing around the merry-go-round,

Give the wheel of fortune a whirl,

The finest prize at Fakenham fair

Is the pretty carnival girl

Y/N’s breath caught in her chest, listening intently to the lyrics of his ballad. The song was about her home, and the fair where they had met. This was about her, about them meeting for the first time. It was a love song and it was about her. She turned to Geralt but he just pointed back towards the bard, a smug smirk on his face.

Her eyes were [E/C], her hair was [H/C],

And her lips they were soft and red

And I’ve never seen a shape like hers and

My eyes nearly popped from my head

For I was foolish and blind to love, oh, but still

Even I could see,

The way she smiled and winked my way said

“Come take a chance on me!”

A small tear slipped past the corner of her eye as she took in Jaskier’s words. Geralt had been right, she was stupid; they both were.

There was no wavering in Jaskier’s voice anymore as he held her gaze while the lyrics poured from his mouth, but his stomach felt like it was about to drop to the floor. He couldn’t bear the thought of seeing the look of betrayal and disgust in her eyes once she realised his love song was about her, but he couldn’t seem to pull his stare away from hers. Why had he listened to Geralt when he told him to play her song? Was it payback for all those nights begging for his council on the lyrics long after Y/N had gone to sleep? Or was Geralt so cruel that he would force Jaskier to humiliate himself in front of the woman he loved in order to steal her for himself. He flickered his focus to the Witcher in question sat next to her. He looked smug, but the moment he noticed the bard watching him he rolled his eyes and pointed to Y/N. It was then, when his focus returned to his muse that he finally saw it. It wasn’t disgust in her eyes, but hope. Hope that the meaning in his lyrics were real, that the love he sang of was true. His heart stuttered in his chest and he nearly missed a beat as his breath caught in his throat. He prayed to the gods and offered up his soul that the hope that shone in her gorgeous eyes meant that she felt the same way about him.

The old boys said “She’s too good for you, now

What will the old people think!”

But I took my chance and I won that girl

Just as quick as my eye could wink,

Feeling a sudden rise of bravery, Jaskier sent a wink her. The smile that bloomed on her face made his heart stop and burst completely. His cheeks ached with a smile that matched her own. Surely this had to be a dream, a beautiful, heavenly dream. Any moment now he would awake to the forest around him, the cold ground beneath his back and Y/N’s delicate snores  near him, none the wiser.

And the finest day in all my life whatever

May come to pass,

Was the day that I went to Fakenham fair

And won me the carnival lass.

So swing around the merry-go-round,

Give the wheel of fortune a whirl,

The finest prize at Fakenham fair

Is my pretty carnival girl.

The crowds cheered and clapped as the Bard closed his song and gave a bow. As he lifted his head, Jaskier looked back towards the table. He froze in panic when he caught no sight of her, her seat was empty. All that remained was an abandoned ale and a smug Witcher nodding towards the crowd. Jaskier followed his direction to see Y/N pushing through the crowd towards him. As though lightning had struck him, he jumped off the chair and rushed to meet her halfway, grabbing her outstretched hand and pulling her free from the sea. The force sent her crashing into his chest and he caught her, arms entwining around her waist. She was flush against him, the smell of his sweat filled her senses and made her giddy.

“Hi,” he stuttered, a nervous smile tagging at his lips.

“Hey there,” she replied, beaming up at him.

His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer into him. Her warm body against his set his nerve endings ablaze. His nerves slowly dissipated and his smile spread wider to match her own. His gaze flickered to her full lips and his mouth watered. There were no barriers anymore, his feelings were out in the open. From her reaction to his song, not only did she seem to accept them but reciprocate them as well. Now there was nothing holding him back from giving in to every temptation that had crossed his mind. His face dropped nearer to hers, his breath fanned across her face, sending shivers down her spine. But she stopped him with a hand pressing against the bare skin of his chest.

Jaskier froze, still as a statue, sudden icy fear dripped down his spine. Had he made  mistake? But Y/N’s smile never faltered. She moved to entwine her fingers with his and squeezed them affectionately.

“Can we perhaps move this conversation to somewhere more private?” she whispered, eyeing the bustle around them.

A sudden laugh escaped her as Jaskier span around and raced up the stairs, pulled her with him before she had a chance to blink, leaping over a step to stop herself from falling flat on her face.

Geralt watched the couple race up the stairs and disappear into one of the rooms. No one could tell from his shadowed seclusion in the corner, but a small smile graced the Witcher’s lips. He’d never say it out loud but Y/N and Jaskier were his friends and he’d grown tired of watching them make themselves and each other miserable. He took another long sip of his ale and settled into his seat, looking out into the night through the rain as it streaked down the window and looked forward to finally have a night of peace.

 Hope you guys enjoyed! Please leave a like of a comment and tell me what you think. Part 2 will be out soon!

[derireo]

unlucky 4 ↦ sakuya & izumi

sakuya can't help but feel that the number four circled on his makeshift calendar meant something.

a young woman shows up in front of his home and shows him just what that number indicates.

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* sunny is an alias for izumi. first person from sakuya’s pov.

I blink my eyes open at the sound of a wooden cart strolling past my window. There were jars being carried away; I could tell by the clinking and clacking. They jostled at the same rhythm of the horse’s hooves kicking the dust, and if I was able to assume the correct time of day, this cart was supposed to be heading towards the apothecary just down the street.

There were always odd things being sent to that place, but I couldn't question the person who took care of the village here.

I sit up from my bed and wipe away the morning crystals that scratched at the skin around my eyes, body creaking as if I hadn’t moved in days. The small, handcrafted calendar I made for this month sat lonely on the pillow beside me, and I picked it up to check what the date was.

The weak parchment was frail in my fingers as it fluttered, forcing me to be gentle with it. Oddly enough, the paper looked worn-out for something that I had only made just a few days ago.

My pink irises lazily trailed over the first row of crossed out numbers until it reached the fourth. The number four was circled over in red ink multiple times, signalling to me that something important was going to happen. What I found interesting was that I couldn’t seem to remember what the occasion was.

What could be so important on the fourth of April that required me to waste so much ink on some flimsy piece of parchment?

There was no point dwelling on it now. I shake my head to clear the thought and slip the paper into my pocket after gently crossing the circle out. I needed to get ready before anything else if something really was going to happen today.

I trudge outside of my small one room home to step into the busy streets of the village, dust already covering my leather shoes as I shuffle towards the large basin that I left outside the night prior.

It should have collected enough rainwater, but the sun wasn’t kind today and evaporated more than what I had anticipated.

I click my tongue in disappointment and crouch beside the wooden basin, dipping my trembling hands into the bone chilling water to wash my face and freshen my mouth from its sleep odour.

My skin grows numb with each splash of water I give it and the body shivering sensation makes me fail to notice the bouncing figure heading my way.

I blow away the water droplets that threaten to spill in my mouth as I stare into the basin with wide doe eyes, and when I notice someone else staring into the water with me, I startle and stumble back.

A young woman stands before me with large almond shaped eyes, her pupils looking as if they were in the shape of hearts. The golden specks in her irises complimented the soft brown of her eyes and it makes me hold my breath when she moves to crouch beside me, perfectly straight teeth making an appearance once she smiles.

“You don’t have to act so surprised, Sakuya.” Her laughter is soft—soft and warm like those expensive blankets you buy at the artisan markets. It makes my face heat up.

I can’t help but notice the dress she has on, one worn for comfort and had a wide neckline to expose her collarbones and the white smock she wore underneath. The red dress had gold trimming and a belt curled snug around her waist to maintain her figure.

Her voice caught my attention again, but not enough to keep my eyes from admiring how her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. She was quite pretty, but it was hard to believe that I was her friend.

I watch as she grabs one of my brown cloaks from the clothing line in front of my home and dons it with ease, as if she had done this many times before. A feeling of familiarity runs through me, but I don’t heed it.

“Sunny.” This unfamiliar name rolls off my tongue like I’ve known her for quite some time already and I bite my tongue to silence myself.

Unfortunately, my mouth opens again. “Did anybody see you—” She threw another cloak at my face to make sure I didn’t utter another word.

“No. Now let’s go to that new tavern we were talking about last week.” Sunny changes the topic and helps me to my feet, pulling the cloak over my own head so that we can head off. I stumble around a little for my legs to regain their feeling, but I’m suddenly dragged away from the front of my home by the aristocrat before I can do anything else.

The travel to the tavern was a blur, Sunny dragging me through shortcuts I’ve never seen before and pushing us into cramped hiding spots when someone she found suspicious would pass us by made it difficult to remember the path we took.

I didn’t understand why she was making it so hard for us to reach our destination and when I asked, she chose to ignore me. She still sent a glare my way though, so I could only guess that her answer was ‘stop talking’.

Her bright disposition was gone, the smile she wore when we stood in front of my home now replaced with a cautious frown.

Not knowing what’s going on makes my body run cold and I want to ask questions, but I know there is no point. There’s no point when it feels like the clock is ticking and the sound of our feet pounding against the ground makes my heart race as if we were being chased by something.

The taste of the dust we kick up is bitter and dry in my mouth as someone calls for us, and just like earlier, Sunny drags me through an endless maze that I can’t seem to recognize.

We weaved through brown mud huts and town homes to lose whoever was tailing us, my calloused hand gripping onto her soft one to make sure we didn’t end up parting ways.

“Don’t let them get to me, Sakuya.” She breathes into the wind as we round a corner, and just as I part my lips to promise her I won’t, a startled scream bursts out of Sunny when a pair of rugged, grimy faced men met us halfway.

Before I can even blink, her hand is already ripped from mine as they take hold of her and snatch her away from me with ease, Sunny thrashing in their bulky hands as another pair of men come up from behind me and restrain me from chasing after them.

“I am INNOCENT.” She wails into the dirty air and kicks her feet for one last fight as they walk further and further away from me.

“Where are you taking her?!” I shout from the top of my lungs as their rough housing with Sunny tears at her cloak and I writhe in the grip of the men who grunted and pulled at me. Someone grabs my hair to keep me from struggling too much and I gasp, watching with panic flowing through my veins as the men disappear with Sunny.

“A young duchess by the name of Izumi Tachibana escaped her manor today.” A voice utters darkly by my ear and it causes me to still. “The calendar marks that her hanging is scheduled on the fourth of April.”

I shake my head. “But her name is Sunny—”

“Her name is Izumi Tachibana.” They cut me off. “And her hanging is today.”

My breathing grows heavy at this revelation and it makes me grow lightheaded. Fortunately, I lose consciousness before the men behind me could make it happen with their fists, and I am dropped to the ground.

I blink my eyes open at the sound of a wooden cart strolling past my window. My mind is hazy as I fumble around for my calendar and get up with a groan, my head pulsing as if I had hit it while I was sleeping.

I squint at the flimsy parchment while heading outside to wash my face at the basin, frowning at the way the number four was urgently circled with red ink.

I was just about to make a comment to myself about this when a woman approached me with a smile, her practiced hands yanking a cloak from my clothesline and donning it before I can identify her.

There’s joy in her eyes from what I can tell when she faces me again, but that happy expression falls when she sees the mini calendar in my hand, the four circled.

Her smile is gone, and she crouches down beside me. This feeling of familiarity running through my body is impossible to ignore as she stares with a hopeless look in her eyes and she reaches out to affectionately pet my mop of red hair.

“You remember this time?” Her eyes go back to the calendar in my fingers and she lets her hand fall to trace patterns into the dust below us.

And really, after yesterday, or well, today...whatever you wanted to call it; I don’t think I’d be able to forget any time soon. I nod at her question and take the other cloak that she held out for me, slipping it on with haste as she went back to stand.

I follow her when she takes a different route this time, continuing to be kept in the dark of what our plans were going to be this time around. I can still hear the echo of her shrill voice ringing in my ears, and I take a deep breath to calm my shaking heart.

Her face is full of determination this time around as we head towards the village dock where many wooden boats line the shore, the fearful expression I remember from yesterday now gone.

It was like she was telling me that she was tired of dying over and over again with no way out, and to be frank, I was getting tired of fainting.

“You always forget every other day.” She muses, pulling me along the shoreline with a pouch full of gold coins rustling in her palm. “I won’t let that happen this time.”

It sounded like a promise was being made to herself and I send her a curious side-eye. She notices and laughs; acting as if we weren’t actively trying to run away right now. We walk down the shoreline a little while longer until she finds a boat she likes and kindly waves one of the boatmen over.

She pays him in silence, overcompensating him with a few more gold coins than needed.

“I’m going to do my darndest to stay alive until we find a way to change my fate.” Izumi is calm unlike yesterday and it eases the anxious tremble in my blood, but not by much.

I bite my lips anxiously and think back to how we were chased around the village yesterday, but Izumi’s voice brushes my worries away and replaces it with something akin to resolve.

After all, her death is caused by the disappearance of somebody else.  

“So, we better find my cowardly father who started this all.”

[whatdidimissjm]

Like A Dream That You Can´t Quite Place

This is for a collab with the great @gagakumadraws, who did an amazing drawing for it, that I am totally in love with!

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It feels like stepping into another world. The candlelight gives the room a dreamlike atmosphere, the bodies of the hundreds of guests moving like shadows. Alex stops in the door for a moment. Trying to calm his too fast-beating heart. He fiddles with the mask he is wearing – a green, black and silver one – colours that compliment his eyes, or so he has been told. He is wearing a suit in the same shade of green, with silver embellishments creating an entrancing pattern, in a soft and at the same time heavy material, that has probably cost more than what he earns in a whole year full of hard work. He feels out of place and his hands are sweaty and have probably soaked through the gloves, that he is wearing.

For a moment he considers just turning back and running away from all of this – from the responsibilities, from the danger and from his heart. He considers leaving all this behind and living his life as he had always done – free and without needing anyone.

Before he can do that, though, he gets already swept into the room and loses sight of the door. His heart flutters in his chest, both from anxiety and anticipation. He feels like all eyes in the ballroom are on him, but knows that can´t be true. There are hushed whispers all around him and more than once he thinks he has heard his name. He knows that it is impossible – no one knows he is here. No one knows who he is. At least for now.

The air is hot and stuffy and seems to Alex like he is moving in slow motion, while everyone around him moves a lot faster, the room spinning around him. His blood is rushing in his ears, blocking out all other sounds. He feels trapped and at the same time far away from everything around him. People keep bumping into him, but he barely notices, that is until he feels someone pressing up behind him, steadying him with his hands on his hips.

Almost instantly, he feels calmer and the world shifts into place again. He leans back against the solid chest of Aaron, leaning his head against his shoulder and glancing up at him. He is wearing a mask too – his being of a dark blue with silver applications that almost look like constellations of stars. His mask nearly conceals his whole face, but Alex knows that it´s him.

“I am glad that you came.”, Aaron says quietly, but Alex can hear it loud and clear, even through the racket of hundreds of voices.

“Me too.”, Alex gives back. “Did you think I wouldn´t?”

Alex has to ask. He has to know if Aaron doubted him because he had doubted himself. He didn´t think he would actually come until he was standing in front of the castle, his invitation clutched tightly in his hand.

His lover smiles at him, reaching up and softly stroking his cheek. For a moment Alex is paralyzed, almost expecting that someone notices them and figures out who they are. When no one pays them any attention though, Alex relaxes once more into the embrace, and when Aaron traces his lower lip with his thumb, he can´t help the shudder passing through his whole body.

“I always knew you would come.”, Aaron whispers into his ear, his voice full of confidence.

Before Alex can respond, Aaron suddenly spins him around, so that they are chest to chest and takes one of his hands in his, while the other one rests on his back. All around them couples are taking the same position and starting to move to the music Alex is only now aware of. He doesn´t really know the steps, but Aaron guides him with a secure and confident hand, and Alex just follows him, trusting him completely. Somehow it works, even though Alex thinks it shouldn´t work – both the dance and their relationship. He watches the other couples spinning around, amazed that no one seems to notice who they are – who Aaron is.

“Are you sure about this?”, Aaron asks after some time.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Aaron watching him intensely, and he just can´t bring himself to look him in the eye. Instead he observes the people around him – a crowd he shouldn´t be part of.

“No.”, he says honestly, because Aaron would know if he´d lie, he always somehow knows. “But I´m sure about us.”

He turns to look Aaron in the eyes, which are normally guarded, but right now Alex can see every emotion in them – wonder, fear and love. He gives him a tentative smile, his heart still beating loud and fast in his chest, but now it´s from anticipation instead of anxiety. When Aaron´s lips curl into a smile too, Alex is blown away once more, like he always is when Aaron shows his emotions and doesn´t hide them behind a mask, as ironic as it is with him wearing an actual mask at the moment.

Alex almost doesn´t notice the song ending, only really coming back to the present when Aaron eases them to a stop.

“You still have time until midnight. You can still turn away from all of this.”

Alex nods.

“I know.”

He wants to promise Aaron that he will stay, it´s on the tip of his tongue, but somehow, he can´t bring himself to make that promise. He is still too afraid that he will break it. That he will break Aaron´s heart and trust.

Aaron just looks at him and Alex feels like he is waiting for him to say more like he always does, but for once he remains silent. Finally, his lover nods, his smile a little less sure, but still so full of love and adoration.

“Do you want to get a drink?”

Honestly, Alex just wants to stay exactly where they are, pressed together, their hearts beating as one, but at last he nods, reluctantly stepping out of Aarons embrace. With the contact lost, it feels like a spell is broken. All Alex wants to do is run away and never come back, dread coursing through his veins at the thought of what´s to come at the end of the night. The delicate silver ring on his finger feels suddenly more like a prison than a promise.

“Alexander?”, Aaron says quietly. Insistently.

He takes a deep breath and swallows, guiding his thoughts to more pleasant prospects of what´s to come. As always, he thinks about what it will be like to wake up next to each other, to finally be able to love each other without the constant fear of being caught.

“Let´s get something to drink.”, Alex says.

He hopes that the alcohol will help calm his nerves, even though he doesn´t plan on drinking more than one glass. Aaron takes one of his hands in his, intertwining their fingers. Once more, Alex is fascinated by them, glancing down at how Aaron´s fingers elegantly wrap around his.

Once they have reached the side of the ballroom, where the crowd isn´t that dense anymore, Alex stops Aaron, looking up at him.

“I will stay.”, he says, trying to put as much conviction in his voice as he can.

When he sees Aaron´s eyes light up, he knows it´s a promise he can keep.

The next hours pass by in a blur, the only constant being Aaron by his side. A few minutes before midnight, Aaron pulls Alex behind the stage on which two thrones are looking over the ballroom.

“You can still back out. I would understand.”, Aaron says, and Alex believes every word of it.

He leans up, and presses a kiss to Aaron´s lips – the first one of the evening – and like always, he gets completely lost in it. Kissing Aaron always feels like a dream, one from which Alex never wants to wake up again.

“Okay, so we´re doing this.”, Aaron says, once they part again.

“We are.”, Alex confirms.

This time it´s Alex who grabs Aaron´s hand, smiling up at him. Just as the clock strikes midnight, they take the steps up to the stage. Alexander can feel his breathing becoming rapid and shallow, cold sweat making his mask stick to his face even more. His pulse is beating in his temples, the noise almost drowning out everything else. He can´t believe he is actually doing this. His legs are weak, shaking with every step he takes. He is glad that he gets to hold onto Aaron´s hand, because he doesn´t think he would manage to keep upright without it.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! King Aaron!”, one of the servants announces.

When they take the first steps onto the stage a murmur goes through the crowd, everyone turning to look at them. A moment later, the room is completely silent, so silent that Alex is sure everyone can hear how loud his heart is beating in his chest.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!”, Aaron starts, and his loud voice startles Alex, and he is only barely able to suppress flinching at it.

“Welcome, to the annual masquerade ball! As always, it´s a pleasure to welcome you all here in my home. This year especially, I have exciting news to share, as many of you already suspected.”

He turns to look at Alex, giving him a smile, before he faces the crowd again.

“I want to announce my engagement to Alexander Hamilton.”

At that, the murmurs in the hall increase again, but a moment later they turn into applause and shouts of congratulations. Alex feels himself relaxing a bit, his heart still beating fast, but it´s more from anticipation than fear. It still feels too good to be true, but with every second Aaron doesn´t let go of his hand, it´s easier to believe.

“I´m glad you stayed.”, Aarons says as he draws him closer.

Instead of an answer, Alex kisses him, and like far away he hears the crowd cheering.

Me too, he thinks, me too.

[iam-kenough]

Will you ever notice me? (Arthur Morgan x Original Female Characters)

Summary:  Dutch and his boys found a girl hidden inside wrecked shack near their camp. She introduces herself as Iris and starts leading outlaw life with Van der Linde gang, quickly developing feelings towards one, special cowboy. However there is big year gap between them and Arthur sees Iris just as a kid...And girl won’t take that!

Authors notes: TO THOSE WHO READ THIS - THANK YOU! I can see some of you leave hearts under my post on regular basis and even if it’s only one or two people, I will write for you. I have a question for you - would you see a crossover in this story? I have an idea for The Witcher crossover happening in 10 to 15 chapters. Any feelings about that? It’s just another chapter and you can find the rest of them following masterlist on my blog if you  want to read more of my  fanfiction. Hope you gonna enjoy it! Words count: 2816 Chapter 14 Arthur got up from bed with shitty mood this day, thinking about events from few night's before. How could Iris be so cold to him? Man couldn't get away from these thoughts.  But he also knew that he deserved much more than only few harsh words. He was a bastard so she was dealing with him like with one. Woman was merciful enough to keep him around, at least that's what Arthur told himself. One thing couldn't get off his head. Where was she? Whatever he tried, Arthur couldn't find her recently, but the tent was here and girl's presence was visible, marked with her clothes, thrown on the floor or on the bed. He suddenly heard that someone is breaking glass behind the trees somewhere around the tent he was sleeping in.

- Glad it ain't your job - Iris was leaning against the tree. She looked different today, fresh, happy and she wasn't hangover. Girl was dressed similar to Arthur, black trousers with suspenders, dark green shirt, gun belt, high boots and her hair was collected in messy bun on the top of her little head. She was talking to Sean, who was shooting towards empty beer bottles.

- What about you, you can't do that to, can ya? - boy's accent was strong and thick, Sean visibly mocking Iris.

- Maybe you want to go with me and see me in action so you won't underestimate me anymore - woman threw him challenging gaze.

- What are you both up to, kids? - Arthur approached them, taking position on the opposite side to Iris's.

- Sean decided he's gonna train shooting skills. But there is one thing, bastard's drunk.

- That gives you twice much chances to shot someone! - Arthur spreaded his arms as honest and hearty laugh escaped his lungs.

- Stop scolding me, you are not even older than me, Iris! And by the way, you were the one who went yesterday downtown and killed some folk to pay your bounty, when half the state is hoping to shoot you for two thousand dollars. It was supposed to be a secret between her and Sean and Arthur threw her angry look right away. She wouldn't use his help and she meant it. The crease between his brows remained deep and his ocean eyes were locked on very certain person.

- Well, look at me, paying two thousand dollars fine for my head and killing multiple fellers when all you have to do is shot 5 bottles that ain't moving and you can't do that, can ya?

- I asked you to help me, not to scold me - Sean approached her, lowering his tone to calm and obedient so Arthur wouldn't hear what comes next - Don't make me ask him, he would laugh me off.

- Oh, that's who you are afraid of! Never would thought about that - she said out loud, looking at Arthur and smirking - Ye knew I learned form him, eh?

- You think you are so much better? Okay, give it a go, your best shot, Rhiannon! Iris threw him look of someone who's done with his shit and in the nick of time she pulled out a gun and almost at the same moment bottle cracked. She wasn't as fast as Arthur, but it was still impressive.

- Grow up - she said and turned around on heel.

- Oh come on, I'm paying you for that, don't go away, please? - Sean changed his tactics immidiately.

- You're paying for my compliments, not for real advices, attaboy. And I cannot be bought. Arthur stayed out of it, but it was amusing to watch as Iris is roasting everybody around wherever she can. That's his girl.

- I think you are too harsh on me, that's all - Sean got back to shooting, throwing looks above his arm to be sure Iris is still watching him.

- Oh, poor boy, some little lady is making you cry. You can ask our old Arthur for help, if ya don't like me - she patted Arthur's arm and Sean frowned.

- I won't listen to no Englishman!

- I don't like the way you talk to her, kid - Arthur scoffed, giving boy judgemental eyes - Guess you just lost chances with both of us.

Sean threw him disappointed look and got back to his task. Iris left Sean and Arthur followed her, grabbing her arm suddenly and turning her around.

- I told ya not to go anywhere alone, I offered you the money that could save you, why you keep pushing me and my help away? - he was towering her, looking down with disappointment. Iris's back rested against the tree and she tool deep breath.

- Arthur...darling...I told you I can't use your help, especially when it comes to money. Look at us, the last thing I need is to be financialy dependent. We don't get along at all.

- And why is that, what is wrong with me taking care of you? - man's palm rested near Iris's head when the elbow was straightened, closing one of possible ways for her to leave him hanging right now.

- You're not the one that should do that, Mister! You have woman you care about in your life, Arthur, her name's Mary.

- It's different with you - he murmured, averting his gaze.

-It is, you are right. There is nothing between us and you try to pretend it is.

- Nothin' between us, huh? And all those feelings we share? Since I met you my heart is fluttering as soon as I see you and I feel like a fool - Arthur muttered under his breath, it was crystal clear he hated speaking about his emotions.

- Feelings aren't enough sometimes. I shut this door, Arthur. It's over.

- You're breaking up with me?

- Arthur, we were never properly together in the first place, so calm down - her tone was serious but girl caressed his cheek and smiled - I'm sure I'm not the only girl that can warm you up at nights.

- You are the only one to me - he shaken his head with disbelief and clenched his jaw righ after, looking away like betrayed dog.

- I am not, you think I am naive enough to believe in that? You have past and it's chasing you, I ain't girl for you.

- What are you saying, kid? - Arthur's eyes narrowed.

- You're sleeping with Mary, right? At least that's what all red lights were showing me. All those letters, staying away, not coming home at night. I can't blame you, she's beautiful and more mature...more like you - Iris's voice was full of jealousy. Arthur suddenly grabbed her chin and kissed her. The feeling coming with the kiss was unbearable, sensation fallin on Iris, tying up knot inside her stomach. She suddenly felt butterflies trying to get outside her chest and blood running faster in her veins. But girl quickly realised it's her heart, racing so much it almost hurt. His chapped, plump lips were doing the job with softening her fasade, that's for sure. Iris couldn't help but run fingers through Arthur's golden hair. His breath was warm and stubble on Arthur’s face tickled a bit, causing shivers in lower part of Iris’s spine. That was it, he hunted her down again. She purred, sucking onto his lower lip and smiled dreamily.

- Do you think I could do something like that with anyone else but you? - Arthur asked - How could you assume I cheated on you and wasn't even asking me for my side of the story? I never did, especially not with Mary.

- Wait, does that mean that all those things that happened to us...are my fault? - girl's face suddenly dropped, brows forming into frown.

- I'm not blaming you, even if it is I can't - Arthur's forehead rested against hers - I should say something too, but I just thought I am too old for you, or maybe too stupid or to harsh when it comes to our intimacy and that's why you are slipping from my hads so quickly - Iris noticed that his eyes were glimmering.

- Hey, I am cold bitch but I wouldn't treat you so badly only for those things - she whispered surprised, her breath unsteady.

- I am not much to look at, I assumed you just wanted someone better...but I am the best for you, girl, I can feel we match just like puzzles does - it was the smoothest line Arthur Morgan ever used on anyone.

- You are unbelievable! - she scoffed - And that's why you were gone all days every time there was a letter from Mary?

- I am a fool - Arthur run fingers through his hair in nervous manner - I shouldn't help her, yer right, it looked so bad when now I remind myself...I just had this very wrong feeling sayin' I owe her somethin'. She was asking me about lot of things and I felt like idiot running her errands thinking it's just help that she needs after becoming a widow and I soon as she tried to...convince me I should ignore some young girl running after me and make love to her I escaped from Mary, a-and then I was diagnosed, assured by doctor I'm gonna die, I couldn't let you watch it- - Arthur was rambling on and on, falling apart at the same time. But then Iris grabbed his both arms, looking at him firmly but with genuine and consider smile on her rosy lips.

- I would never leave you, even if you'd die tomorrow. Heart doesn't work like this, I care about you, even if we don't have good time every day, Arthur. I would stay by your side, no matter what- Arthur's eyes became stromy again and he pulled Iris into tight embrace, burrying face in her hair. Man tried to hide it but Iris knew he's iritated with her little sugarcoating. Her small hands were running circles around his arms and back, letting him calm down a little.

- I was afraid...to infect you, Iris. I was already dirty, living like a savage, no need to do the same to ya.

- Shh, I'm not mad anymore - her heart was melting away on sight of Arthur Morgan who's trying to get her back. Maybe she was simple, so what?

- That means you gonna stay? I think you suit there.

- I will stay even if it's gonna be here, in this camp till the end of the world, you know it  - she pecked his nose gently - We just have to sit down someday and talk about communication between us.

- You sound so smart sometimes even though all you do is stupid and reckless - Arthur mocked her.

- Its more about me without you, I need to be protected - she whispered to his ear, observing as this boyish grin appeared on Arthur's lips. Iris planned to do that more often, clearly seeing through him and his low self-esteem. Man needed to be reassured once in a while that he’s important.

Arthur cheered up suddenly, grabing Iris into rough bear hug, messing up her hair a little and grinning like stupid.

- And mister? I told you to quit smoking! - girl barked out trying to be intimidating but it caused only vibrations in Arthur's chest as he couldn't help but laugh.

Iris thought that she was light headed and drunk with love, but Arthur was just whole new level. All man was doing all days was following Iris around the camp as much as he could, looking ridiculous. If she was washing his shirts, he was scolding her for overworking herself, every time Iris chopped vegetables he was chiming in, helping her and kicking Mr Pearson out and hugs from the back happened often, usually stuttering her since Arthur could take really silent steps if he wanted to. Iris didn't mind though, she was adoring idea of hot, dangerous gunslinger falling on their knees for her even if for a second. Every moment she was reminding herself first time she met Arthur's stormy gaze, her knees were a little bit shaky.

Days passed and girl still couldn't figure out how to ask Arthur if they can share a tent. It should be obvious but on first night after their reconcile he mumbled  ''goodnight'' and disappeared behind tent's flaps. Iris couldn't tell if she should follow, so stayed away and now it was another stupid problem she made up to have thing to worry about. In her head it looked like small gesture showing he's not ready for her to come and turn his life upside down again. She sighed and started getting herself ready to go to bed, undressing and stretching her muscles, listening with satisfaction as her whole skeleton cracked. She still was hurt after train robbery, that one was tough and running away from bounty hunters one day was even tougher. Air was warm tonight, a bit stuffy also dark clouds presaged storm. Iris decided she's gonna sleep naked and clothes she owned were throwed inside big, wooden trunk.

- Hey, Iris, can you come over for sec- - Arthur froze in place seeing her naked with eyes wide and mouth open in "o" shape.

- Go away! - she squeked, throwing pillow in his face.

- Jesus, I'm sorry! - Arthur looked away quickly, but his cheeky smile showed otherwise.

- You should knock, Mister! - girl said, covering herself quickly, not noticing small peeks Arthur was throwing at her ass and hips when she was turned around.

- Sorry, I wasn't expectin' you like that...- he said with goofy smile.

- Like what? It's too warm tonight to sleep wearing anything and suddenly I think I'm gonna melt away - Iris waved her hands with motion towards complexion, causing a little bit of cold air caress her glimmering face.

- Yeah, you- I mean, it's hot, y'er right - Arthur's hands became fidgety, he was picking on his nails nervously, blushing like a boy.

- And you should knock 'cause there are plenty things I can do naked - Iris mocked him, causing motion of his hands to speed up.

- Girls do that too?! Are you thinking of me when you-

- You pig! - she thew another pillow at him.

- I'm sorry, I wasn't expectin' you- I wasn't expecting that - his eyes eagerly run from up to down - Iwantedtoinviteyoutocomeoverplease.

- Huh? Are you drunk, Arthur?

- A bit, yes - it clearly wasn't a bit, Iris could tell, chatty tongue, jazzy hands, next thing is gonna be yelling how much he wants to cuddle her - I wanted to show you my new bed, it's bigger.

- Well, good for you, you always whined your back hurts - Iris shrugged.

- It's bigger so you could sleep with me - suddenly he got bolder, approaching her and slithering his hands onto her waist.

- Oh, I thought I wasn't invited - Iris pretended to look away and being irritated.

- You're right, I should do it properly. My lady, would you follow me to my bed and spend the night in my arms? - Arthur offered her a hand like he was asking Iris for a dance.

- Now that's something I like to hear, I would be honored, Mr Morgan - Iris said, picking up pillow from the floor and bringing it along with herself to Arthur's tent. New bed was really big and he was so creative to place few candles around, making mood more intimate and romantic. Iris whistled, showing she's impressed and rested on his bed, trying it out, rolling around for a minute.

- Ah, sorry, I should ask you. I'm little bit sticky - she said, her face glimmering from sweat.

- No no, go on - Arthur said, plastering his eyes to her body. He rocked a little bit in place as erection was growing hard in man's pants. Arthur's trying to look anywhere around, but it was impossible. Small feet, then slim calves, tights that had just enough cushion do lie down on them comfortable and then those round hips with neat buttocks.

- How much did you have today, Mister? -  Iris raised her brow.

- A few beers, they lured me into that, I swear - Arthur said trying out his convincing tone and waving hands to show he's innocent.

- Surely - she purred, lowering her voice in sexy maneuver - I heard your voice, how it was again, hmm, ring dang doo?

- Maybe - he said, blushing briefly. Oh, Iris could do anything to him now and he would wag his tail like a puppy.

- You wanna come here or what?

- Y-you know, I'm good here for now - he rocked on the chair again. Iris noticed small tent rised in his pants and smirked.

- That's a shame - she sighed with fake disappointment - But I'm perfectly comfortable here so - she said stretching a little bit, her nipples showing of through chemise - Goodnight, Mister. Arthur gulped.  She's gonna be the death of him.