#not that anything was stopping me other than courtesy of Watching a Show Together

[laseratingfist]

fun thing about being single now is i don't have to wait for somebody else to be in the mood, i can just watch what i want whenever. watched the first three episodes of fullmetal alchemist yippee!!

[themultifanshipper]

Here's a lil blurb based on this post

Warnings: ferrari!reader, disgusting levels of fluff, then a bit of oral because I couldn't help myself, very cringe, Fred is a 3rd wheel lmao

You and Charles were coming up on your three year anniversary.

You'd known him for a while, having met him when he moved to ferrari, the team for which you worked, and he was currently in the process of winning his 3rd world championship following Max's retirement.

It was bliss.

One day you'd been having a drink with Fred and Charles during the summer break, Fred had been passing through Monaco and he'd decided stopped by.

He reminisced about how much Charles had changed since the Sauber rookie he'd worked with all those years ago.

“You know, back in those days Charles was known to randomly stick his head into office doorways and say "it is I, Leclerc" and walk away laughing like a maniac...”

Fred and Charles laughed together at the memory but your jaw was on the floor.

Charles mistook the look on your face as bewilderment so he started clarifying.

“It is a reference from a show, a character named Leclerc who always-”

“I know what it's from!” You cut him off, “I'm shocked at the fact that you've even heard of ‘Allo ‘Allo at all… I've never met anyone who knows about it! Much less a French pers- sorry a Monegasque person!” you looked at him guiltily before continuing “ I was basically raised on that show… wait, we've know each other for 10 years now and been fucking married for 3 of them, how the hell have we never talked about this??”

He giggled into his champagne while Fred looked on, amused by your ranting.

“I don't know, mon amour. But if you are this worked up about it we should probably watch it together at some point”

Your eyes softened as you looked at him, melting at his rosy cheeks and bright smile.

“I'd love to, baby. That's the best idea you've ever had”

You leaned in to kiss him tenderly but he leaned back in avoidance.

“Even better than when I got the idea of marrying you?” he teased, lips staying only centimeters from yours.

You huffed, breaths smelling of champagne mingling between you.

“Okay, second best idea” you giggled and he let you finally kiss him.

Your arms went to his face as you nipped at his lip playfully, completely ignoring Fred who was sitting a meter away and trying his best to pretend you and Charles weren't there.

He sipped on his own champagne and looked over the deck at the sunset just coming over the horizon.

“Yeah” he thought to himself “These two idiots are made for each other”

**

It was a few days later and you'd completely forgotten about it, courtesy of the amount of bottles of champagne the three of you had gotten through.

You were in bed, reading your last chapter before going to sleep when Charles popped his head in the door.

“ It is I, Leclerc ” he purred smoothly.

You gasped and dropped the book as you grinned at him.

“You sure are! But you're definitely my favourite Leclerc” you slid your book onto the bedside table and patted the spot next to you.

He stalked over to you.

“Oh yeah, I'm your favourite?” he purred from the foot of the bed, leaning over it and starting to pull the covers away from your body, uncovering your bare legs.

“Well you are also my favourite Leclerc, mon coeur” he said seductively as he crawled up the bed.

“Oh shit” you gasped “I am a Leclerc”

You giggled as his hands slid up your calves to rest on your thighs, just below the hem of your oversize shirt.

“You had forgotten? This is not good… I guess I need to remind you then.” His dark eyes stayed on yours as he lay his head on one of your knees.

“Spread you legs for me and let me show you how much of a Leclerc you are…”

You blushed and a hand went to his cheek, thumb stroking it as his hands went to slide up your thighs and move your shirt upwards.

He did so and gasped, revealing your bare skin as he realised you weren't wearing anything other than the shirt.

“No underwear? Naughty girl…”

His lips trailed up the inside your thigh until he got to the sensitive skin just above where your folds were quickly dampening with need.

He slid his tongue down, over your clit, through your lips and groaned.

“God, you drive me just as crazy as the day I married you…”

And with that he dove in, using his expert tongue to bring you to the edge over and over again until you were shaking, using his intricate knowledge of your body to his advantage.

A few weeks later, when the season resumed, he was in his driver’s room getting ready for the race, putting his fireproofs on and absent mindedly humming the theme tune to ‘Allo ‘Allo.

You walked past and heard it, recognising it instantly, and it gave you an idea.

You popped your head through the door.

“It is I, Leclerc!” you said and he laughed, glancing at your frame coming through the door.

“You ready to get another win?” you hooked your arms up around his neck and he picked you up, sitting down on the sofa and settling you on his lap.

“Much better now that Madame Leclerc is here” he whispered into your ear and kissed you on the cheek “Although, I am a bit restless. I always have some energy to spare for my wife”

You both knew where this was going.

You slid onto the carpeted floor between his spread legs as Charles threw his head back with a gasp.

You'd seemingly managed to pavlov your husband into getting turned on by the use of your shared last name.

My god this couldn't end well…

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 30: Smut Themed Sentence Starters

I ended up using two sentences: "Who needs a sleigh ride when I can ride you instead" and "Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

Tags: Established Relationship, Implied Smut, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Eddie Munson Is A Menace, Steve Harrington Is A Romantic

wc: 1345 | Rating: M

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Steve is a hopeless romantic.

Always has been and probably always will be.

Eddie pretends to hate it, but Steve knows the truth. That under all that leather and loud music is a giant teddy bear who swoons every time Steve shows up with a fresh bouquet of flowers or a pack of his favorite cigarettes from Melvalds.

Everyone else may be fooled, but not Steve.

Which is why Steve has to pull out all the stops for their first winter together as a couple.

He set the bar high last year when they were just friends and now he has to top it. Not because Eddie’s expecting it or anything, but because he wants to. Eddie deserves it. And honestly, so does Steve.

After watching hours of romantic holiday movies and driving around the local towns to see what winter activities they have to offer, Steve draws up the plan. He rents a small cabin two towns over where the snow is already two feet deep with more on the way and buys tickets to all the fun events the town has to offer. Well, almost all of the events. Ice skating is out of the question after last year’s incident left them both battered, bruised, and so sore they could barely get out of their own beds for the Hopper-Byers New Year’s Eve party.

So far, the vacation is everything Steve hoped it would be. They��ve played in the snow, eaten the best apple pie he’s ever gotten his hands on, and strolled around town whispering judgments about the over-the-top Christmas decorations people have outside their houses. They’ve also made themselves comfortable in the cabin — breaking in the bed and the couch and maybe even the indoor hot tub once or twice.

But today is the real showstopper. The grand finale to their little winter weekend getaway and the entire reason Steve booked this place in the first place.

They’re going on a reindeer-pulled sleigh ride through the picturesque snowy terrain of the town.

Or at least they’re supposed to be going on a reindeer-pulled sleigh ride.

“What do you mean you double booked?”

“It seems we accidentally scheduled you and another party for the two o’clock sleigh ride,” the woman behind the counter says. She’s older, graying hair pulled back in a neat bun and thin glasses falling down the bridge of her nose. Steve glares as her lips turn up in what is supposed to be an apologetic smile as she continues. “Since the other party included children, we assumed you wouldn’t mind giving up your spot for a refund.”

“Well, you assumed wrong,” Steve snaps, hands slamming down on the desk a bit more forceful than he had hoped. “You didn’t even give me a courtesy call to let me know of the cancelation.”

“We were just about to do that.”

“Bullshit! My reservation was scheduled for ten minutes ago. If you were going to call you would have done it the moment you realized your mistake.”

“I am sorry for the inconvenience Mr. Harrington but we only realized the error when the other family checked in early.”

“So if I was allowed to check in early like I tried to do, you would have let us keep our reservation?” Steve asks, growing more and more irritated by the second.

He and Eddie have been freezing their balls off for almost an hour now outside of the rustic shop. Even bundled up in their winter coats, beanies, and hand-knitted scarf and mitten set from Claudia hasn't been enough to keep them warm. It’s why he sent Eddie off in the direction of the hot chocolate stand while he tried to work his charm and get them into an earlier slot.

“Well, no, that’s not what I’m saying, but—“

“This is ridiculous,” Steve huffs, tugging at the hem of his scarf. “I booked this trip specifically for this sleigh ride and now you’re telling me I can’t go on it.”

“I understand your disappointment Mr. Harr—“

“Stop calling me that!” If there’s one thing Steve hates more than being unjustly inconvenienced it’s being referred to be his surname. He doesn’t need to be reminded of the man he shares his name with. Not now, not ever.

“Um, sorry…” the woman trails off and glances down at her schedule. “Steve. I can offer you a voucher for the trouble. Unfortunately, we are booked up for the rest of the week.”

“Keep the voucher and shove it,” Steve hisses before shoving himself away from the counter.

It takes him a minute to reign in his anger as he stomps his way toward Eddie. He’s sitting on a bench holding two cups of hot chocolate. Judging by the way his body shivers, they’re not doing much to keep him warm.

“Uh oh,” Eddie says, setting the cups aside when Steve gets closer. “I don’t like that frown.”

“Yeah, well, get used to it. Gladys over there fucked with our reservation,” Steve sneers, plopping down on the bench. “Said they doubled booked us and voided our reservation to give to some couple with kids because she “figured I wouldn’t mind.” Of course, I fucking mind!”

“Oh sweetheart,” Eddie sighs, tugging Steve until he’s tucked securely under his left arm. “M’sorry. She sounds like a bitch.”

“Those kids aren’t even going to remember the sleigh ride when they’re older! But we would have!”

Eddie nods in agreement, nuzzling his cheek into the soft cotton of Steve’s beanie. The contact is almost enough to extinguish Steve’s anger. Almost.

“Now the vacation is ruined.”

“And you say I’m a drama queen,” Eddie teases, pulling away and twisting on the bench to face Steve. He tucks one leg under him and lets the other dangle off the bench before joining their hands together as best he can given they’re still wearing mittens. “Our vacation is not ruined. It’s been fun. Maybe our best one yet.”

“Yeah, well it could have been even better.”

“Oh come on,” Eddie tsks, squeezing his hand. “Who needs a sleigh ride when I can ride you instead.”

“Eddie!” Steve gapes. He can feel what little heat is in his body crawling its way to his cheeks, turning them a bright shade of red if he had to guess.

“Or you could ride me,” Eddie says, before leaning forward. He gets his lips on the shell of Steve’s ear before continuing, “You know I’m not picky.”

Suddenly the blood rushing to his face takes a detour traveling down, down, down until it settles in his dick. Steve can feel it twitch at Eddie’s word and the feeling of his warm breath against his ear.

“You’re a menace.”

Eddie hums, glancing around to make sure no one is watching them before letting his hand drift to Steve’s lap. He moves slowly at first, teasing him until his hand finally settles on the apparent bulge in his pants.

“M’ you like it though, don’t ya big boy,” Eddie says, giving an experimental squeeze before pulling his hand away completely. When Steve looks up, he’s staring at him with those big round mischievous eyes of his. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

Steve groans both in pleasure and in exasperation. He buries his head in the crook of Eddie’s neck for a moment before pulling away. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“Hey, it put a smile on your face didn’t it.”

It did. Though, if he’s honest with himself, Eddie always puts a smile on his face. Even when he’s being an annoying, teasing, little shithead. Leaning forward to close the distance, Steve gives him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away.

“Christ, your lips are freezing.”

“Better take me inside and warm me up.”

Steve gets himself on his feet before turning around to offer a hand to Eddie. “Come on then, I think I know just how to get you nice and warm, baby.”

[klbwriting]

The Jason Todd Anomaly

Chapter 20 - You Seduced Your Dad's Girlfriend?

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x female!Reader

Warnings: some violence

Summary: Jason is helped by Selena to get proof from a Court meeting

Jason did as he was told, he dressed up nice, put on his little owl mask and went to the Court meeting, sitting, and listening to what was next. It wasn’t anything that immediately sent up red flags, unless you knew what was in the compound they were talking about. Since S.T.A.R. Labs had been compromised they had moved their research and development to a less secure but still useable CADMUS labs in Two-Face’s territory. He charged insane fees, but they were able to pay them due to everyone in the room being ridiculously rich. It made Jason sick.

“And our final matter. The date of our Great Feast where we will give the Talons everything they want for their noble efforts in helping us to claim the city,” the leader said. Jason’s ears perked up at this and he turned on the secret communication device Tim had cooked up. It should be able to process and send comms even when a scrambler was around, but it only went one way. He wouldn’t know if it had worked until after everything was said and done. “July 4th, a time of great celebration already in our country will become the biggest celebration in the city of Gotham for all those good citizens that we protect. Those worthy will feast and those unworthy will be feasted upon.” Jason paled. He really hoped that they weren’t feeding the innocents in the criminal control area to the Talons. The crowd gathered clapped, Jason joining reluctantly, feeling the eyes of several Court members on him. The meeting was adjourned.

Jason tried to leave as quickly as he could, he needed to find a spot to hide and lie low until the others left, find evidence that maybe he could show to Gordon, make the man reconsider his allegiance to the Court and get the cops to help stop this insanity. Jason wasn’t sure he and his family could do it on their own and as he learned right after Bruce died, no one was coming to help them. He was about to duck into a side room when someone pulled him to other way, into a different side room.

“Not that door, security is there,” Selena whispered to him as they stood in the darkened closet. Jason shifted himself to be closer to the door, listening for the halls to clear out. “The Court wants me to kill your girlfriend to prove my loyalty.” Jason turned to her, and she motioned around the room. They were listening. He cleared his throat. “I’m going to do it; you have to know that I always watch out for number one.” He nodded slowly.

“Then you know I’ll do what is necessary,” he answered. “What anyone would do in this situation.” She nodded and he couldn’t see behind her mask, but he thought she might be smiling. They may not understand each other as much as she and Batman had, but it was enough to know they were working together for the same goal. The Court could think that she was doing this as a courtesy, maybe to warn him to get YN out of the city. Or maybe they could see through this act, either way, Selena was making it known that YN was in more danger than before, and Jason was glad to be aware of it. Once they couldn’t hear anymore footsteps, they exited the room. Two security guards were waiting.

Selena giggled a little and draped an arm around Jason. She pulled him along, waving to the security guards, who watched as the two passed, hopefully thinking this was some kind of fling before going home to the family. The guards didn’t grab them as they passed and that was a mistake. Selena kicked back as hard as she could with her heeled foot, hitting one guard right in the groin and dropping him almost instantly. Jason removed some brass knuckles from his pocket, putting them on and punching the other guard in the face, breaking his nose. He granted, and grabbed his face so Jason took the opening, throwing straight shots at the man’s stomach until he doubled over and Jason could elbow him in the back of the neck, rendering him paralyzed for a few minutes, enough time to shove him in the closet that he and Selena had come out of. Selena had her foe incapacitated and put him in the closet also, then set up a locking mechanism with some supplies in her purse.

“I assume there are more coming so let’s be quick,” Selena said as they entered the main room of the meeting place. Jason started searching drawers and cabinets, looking for hard drives, paper files, anything to show some proof of what these assholes were up to. Selena was looking for safes and valuables. They both found pay dirt behind a bookcase in a secret safe. Jason was able to use some explosive gel he smuggled in to open it and inside was cash, a bag of diamonds, a list of people to pay off, and a few samples of the compound from S.T.A.R. Labs and maps of the city with notes on them. Jason took these while Selena pocketed the diamonds. They closed up shop and just as the door to the room was forced open, they were out the window, dodging bullets as they headed towards Jason’s loft.

The rest of the family was already gathered when Selena and Jason came in. The listening devices must have worked because a plan was already being made, along with several contingency plans in case the cops didn’t help them. Jason hoped Gordon would care, but honestly, he didn’t know why he should. The man was overworked, undervalued, and so very tired. Jason didn’t know how he was holding it together at this point.

“We need to go,” Selena said, discarding the mask. The others were surprised to see her. “Don’t just stare, the court knows all of us and where we live, we need to move before they send a bunch of Talons to kill us all. We can discuss everything once we are safe.” With that, the exodus from Jason’s penthouse began. Everything that was of value to the team, mostly weapons and armor, was packed up and everyone left their own way to get anything else they needed from their own places. They didn’t say where they would meet later, it was just assumed everyone would know. YN was the only one not sure, but she had a suspicion.

She was right. Half an hour later and everyone was pulling into the busted open front gate of Wayne manor. It was still in pieces, looking much like a haunted house. And maybe it was haunted, at least for the men and young woman standing in front of it now. YN took Jason’s hand, noticing how distressed he looked. Alfred finally stood a little straighter and cleared his throat.

“Come, it looks like at least the parlor is still well covered, we can camp in there tonight, finish planning” he said, leading the group inside. “Now, where is Miss Selena?”

“O, she’s pretending I took her hostage,” Jason said. “We still someone on the inside in case they change their plans. Selena is that person, I am probably enemy number one right now.” In emphasis, he took one of his guns from the duffle he had brought and strapped it to his leg. “So, we decided that she would say I seduced her and took her hostage, made her help me.”

“You seduced your dad’s girlfriend?” YN said, making a face. The rest of them chuckled, it clearly wasn’t a new tactic.

“When Bruce was around seduction was one of his greatest tools in getting information,” Dick said. “And I mean, I know I’ve used it a few times, Jason?”

“O I’m not answering that, YN has a nasty right hook that I don’t want anything to do with right now,” Jason said, glaring at his brother for trying to make trouble. YN laughed and sat on the ash covered floor. The rest of the group was getting everything set on the old coffee table to start planning again, taking seats around it. Jason pulled up next to YN and joined in. The first step was talking to Jim Gordon.

[ghouligancentral]

But I'm a Monster

Rain x reader rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Summary: Rain struggles to see himself as anything other than a monster. He is terrified of what you would think of him if he ever got rough with you. However, you know that Rain is not a monster and you are determined to prove it to him.

AFAB-Reader They/them pronouns

A/N-

Ghouligans-

Oh boy. This one was originally supposed to be a short little smutty story but it turned into something different. Just prepare yourselves, this one gets kinda sad. This one is a little longer than my usual but it is worth it. Smut is in between the *********. So please enjoy and as always feel free to leave any comments or future work ideas.

(also this touches on some body image issues ( rain has issues accepting himself), so if this really bothers you (or you are just here for the smut) you can skip to the *******. It's not really bad but I know it bothers some people. ) Please do not read if you are under 18 or do not want to read NSFW content. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN CONTENT CONSUMPTION. I do not tag my word as nsfw because I don't like how tumblr's tags work.

You walk out into the main area of the ghoul dens to find Rain and Dewdrop talking on the couch. You can already tell Dewdrop is teasing Rain from the smug look on his face. 

“Oh hey babe!” Dewdrop calls to you while motioning for you to come over to them. You can tell something is up by the rising blush on Rain’s face. 

“What’s up you two?” You inquire as you plop yourself down beside Rain on the plush couch. 

“Well we were just talking about—-“ Dew begins.

“Dew stop it!” Rain interjects, giving Dew’s shoulder a smack. 

”how this guy right here,” Dew says grabbing Rain’s shoulders,” is a fucking beast in the bedroom.  And how you haven’t gotten to experience ‘the beast’ yet.” Dew lets out a sly grin as Rain groans and hides his face in his hands. You can see the blush spreading up to his ears. 

“Oh really?” You ask, eyeing a very embarrassed Rain. While you had been with all of the ghouls before, you had never had any rough encounters with Rain. When the two of you were together there was always at least one other ghoul present, and he always treated you gently, almost too gently. Rain peaks through his fingers to look at you.

“No. Ignore everything he says,” Rain mutters out. 

“Ha! That’s where you’re wrong,” Dew counters,” and I’ve got the marks to prove it.” With this Dewdrop pulls his shirt collar to the side showing off a series of bruises and bite marks ( all apparently there courtesy of Rain). Rain’s blush deepens as he sinks lower into the couch. Seeing these marks sent a spark of arousal through your body. While you enjoyed being the dominant one in the bedroom as much as the next person, you had to admit that there was something about the thought of letting this seemingly shy ghoul having you on your knees for him that got your blood pumping. 

“So you make all those pretty marks on Dew’s neck?” You coo out to Rain. Rain nods without removing his hands from his face. 

“Maybe I’ll just have to get you to do that to me,” you smile. Rain lifts his head out of his hands and looks up at you with a small spark of hope in his eyes. 

“If he won’t do it then I will,” Dew grins and he crawls over Rain to get to you. Dewdrop’s lower  is half laying over Rain while his torso is smashed up next to yours. He lets out a low growl as he begins to nip at your ear lobe. 

“Stop it Dew!” You giggle as you playfully smack him with one of the throw pillows. Dew backs off a little and stares at you incredulously giving you time to wiggle out of his grasp and stand up. 

“You’ll have to make me,” Dew taunts as stands to chase you. With a playful jump you run out of the room giggling with a now very horny Dewdrop chasing after you. 

Rain, who has been watching the whole show, sits up and hisses as he feels his boner rub against the fabric of his trousers. He just lets out a small sigh and thinks about what you had said to him. 

“Maybe I’ll let you do that to me sometime.” 

Rain lets out a small moan at the thought. He really wanted to be rough with you, but always restrained himself. He wants to bring you to that thin line that lies between ecstasy and pain. He wants to tear you apart just to be able to put you back together.  He wants to make you wear his marks for days. Rain quickly shakes those thoughts from his head. He didn’t want to truly hurt you, he was terrified of the thought. 

A shiver runs down his body as he imagines the look you would give him. The mix of fear, horror, and mistrust. You would see him as a monster. A soulless being from the depths of hell. Rain had always struggled to accept parts of himself, such as his claws and fangs. To think of you viewing him as he views himself is just too much. Tears begin to well up in his eyes and he quickly moves his sleeve to wipe them away. His previous arousal is gone, leaving him with a sinking feeling.

Dew told Rain that he got rough with you, but he wasn’t like Dew. Dew was always a little feral but he had more experience with humans. He knew their breaking point, he knew when to stop. Rain sighs sadly as he gets up to leave. He knows he is letting his mind spiral, maybe a walk around the Abby pond will clear up his mind. 

You bounce back into the main room just in time to see Rain slink out the door with his tail dragging behind him. For all the time you had known the ghouls, which was quite a while now, you knew that this meant something was wrong. Usually ghouls’ tails have minds of their own. They wag vigorously when a ghoul is happy and just wave around absentmindedly when a ghoul is content or thinking. But when a ghoul is sad or something is really bothering them their tail just hangs limply next to their body. 

“Gotcha!” Dew announces as he grabs you by the waist making you jump. 

“Hey where’s Rain?” Dew asks as he peers around the living room. 

“I thought you were going to ask him to join us,” Dew continues. 

“I was but when I got here he was leaving and it looked like something was really bothering him,” you murmur as you turn to face Dew. The smile falls from Dew’s face and he lessens his grip on your waist. 

“Oh…. I think I might know what’s bothering him,” Dew explains with his tone turning serious. “Let’s go sit down and I’ll explain it to you” 

Panic floods your body upon hearing how serious Dew has become. You and Dew make your way to the couch once more and sit down. 

“Dew what’s wrong with Rain? Is he okay? Did I say something wrong?” You question Dew with obvious concern plastered on your face. 

“No. Yes,” Dew begins, “ what I mean to say is that no you didn’t say anything wrong and yes Rain is okay.” 

Dew watches as you let out a relieved sigh. 

“So what’s wrong? Does he not want me that way?” You question looking expectantly at Dew. Come to think of it, it had never just been you and Rain alone. Maybe he was just too shy to tell you he didn’t want you in that way, you think to yourself. 

“He just… he just… man I shouldn’t have teased him like that,” Dew admits sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. 

“ It’s not that he doesn’t want you like that. I mean he’d walk barefoot through all nine circles of hell to fuck you. And to be able to get rough with you, he’d do it twice.” 

You giggle as you feel your cheeks heat up. 

“What’s the issue then?” 

“He’s terrified,” Dew sighs as he looks towards the door. At this you let out a little laugh. “What do you mean he’s terrified? Are you trying to say that I am so frightening that I can scare a creature from hell?” You say with a laugh. 

“What? No,” Dew replies, letting a grin creep onto his face before he lets it fall and returns to the topic at hand. 

“He’s scared of hurting you,” Dew utters,” he’s scared that you’ll view him as a monster.” 

“Oh Dew, you know I would never view Rain as a monster!” You gasp.

Dew nods in agreement. “You know it, I know it, but Rain just doesn’t see it that way.” Dew continues,” Rain has always had a problem accepting himself as a ghoul. Hell, I mean we all have had issues accepting our ghoul form. It took me a long while to accept mine. But Rain still sees himself as a monster.” 

You let out a soft “oh” as the two of you sit, letting the silence surround the two of you. Dew looks away from you to stare at the floor, obviously a little embarrassed by his openness with you. He always prided himself on being the confident ghoul who isn’t afraid to take what he wants when he wants without caring what the opinions of others were, but now he just felt vulnerable.  You feel a wave of sadness rush over your heart. You know the feeling all too well. You know what it is like to question every part of yourself and end up feeling hollow.  You take Dew’s hand in yours and he slowly looks up at you. You offer him a smile, “ well I think you’re wonderful just the way you are now.” 

“Thanks,” he replies, sitting back up and letting his normally boisterous self return. Dew watches as you turn away from him to stare off into space. He watches as the smile falls from your face and is replaced with sadness. 

You let your thoughts take over and you can’t stop thinking about Rain. Your heart aches for him. You want to go to him and tell him how much you care for him, tell him how perfect you think he is and how you could never view him as a monster. Your thoughts are interrupted by Dew. 

“So… um yeah that’s about it. I just don’t know how to get Rain to see that he isn’t a monster and that his liking to get rough isn’t some weird monster trait,” Dew mutters. You focus your eyes back on Dew. 

“Do you think I should talk to him?” You ask hoping that you can help Rain. 

“Yes! I think that would be great,” Dew responds with excitement. 

“Great!” You announce as you hop up from the couch. 

“Do you have any idea where he might have gone?” you inquire as you make your way to leave the ghoul dens. 

“Hmm,” Dew hums as he thinks,” he probably went for a swim in the pond. He usually goes there when he is feeling overwhelmed. You nod back at Dew and exit the room. You mull over what you are going to say to Rain as you walk to the pond. 

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Maybe [Y/N] will just forget about the whole conversation  Rain thinks as he pulls himself out of the water and onto the dock. Maybe we can all just forget this and things can go back to normal.  Normal, like that would be any better. Rain sighs. After his walk he decided to go for a swim. He does feel a little better as he lets the sun dry him off. 

Rain grabs his shirt and bunches it up into a makeshift pillow. He positions the pillow under his face as he lays on his stomach. 

Thoughts remain swirling around your head as you walk along the winding path that leads to the pond. Upon reaching the pond, you scan the area in search of Rain. You spy him laying out on the dock wearing nothing but a smile. Well it could be a smile but you can’t tell given that his face is buried in a shirt. 

You walk quietly over to the dock and stand a few feet away before letting out a small hum to announce your presence to Rain. Rain was so caught up in his own thoughts that he had not heard you walking up. He quickly pops his head up and looks up to see you standing there smiling at him. Shuffling, he quickly sits up and tries to cover himself up with his shirt. You avert your eyes allowing him some privacy to get redressed. 

“Oh hey [Y/N]. I..uh..I was just,” Rain blabbers trying to arrange his thoughts as he pulls his trousers back on. Once the sounds of fabric and zippers end and you believe that enough time has passed, you turn back to see a fully dressed, if not slightly disheveled, Rain. 

“Do you mind if I join you?” You ask with a smile as you begin to lay down next to him on the dock. 

“Sure.” Rain replies. You can hear the confusion in his words. He knows hardly anyone ever comes to the pond. 

You hum in response as you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of the sun warming your skin. The two of you sit in silence as you relax and Rain just lays wide eyed beside you. 

“Why did you come looking for me?” Rain breaks the silence with his question. You open one of your eyes to see him sitting up and looking down at you. 

You thought about leasing him and asking what makes him think you came here for him, but you think it would be better for you just to get to the point. 

“I wanted to talk to you about a conversation Dew and I had this morning,” You explain sitting up and pulling your knees closer towards your torso. Rain lets out a groan. 

“Listen [Y/N] about this morning. Don’t listen to Dew, I really don’t like to get that rough. Dew’s skin just bruises really easily,” Rain mumbles out looking off towards the pond. 

“Rain,” You coo, taking his hand in yours. This causes his eyes to meet yours and you can see the storm inside him. 

“Dew told me about how you are scared of me seeing you as a monster,” you continue. You see a flash of fear pass over Rain’s eyes. “And I want you to know that I could never see you as a monster or anything of the sort.”

You watch as the fear in Rain’s eyes shifts to something else. Something much darker. 

“How dare he!” Rain growls out as his brows furrow. 

You are taken back by this sudden outburst. You had never seen Rain angry, hell you had never even heard him raise his voice. “He shouldn’t have told you. Maybe it’s my fault I should not even have talked to him in the first place!” Rain yells out. His body shakes with anger as he unconsciously grips your wrist tighter, causing his claws to prick your skin. The unexpected pain causes you to let out a small groan. This sound catches his attention and he looks down at your hands. His eyes widen in horror as he watches the blood leak out around the tips of his claws. Rain feels his heart shatter as he realizes what he did. He rips his hand from yours and recoils back. On instinct you cover your wound with your other hand in an attempt to stop the bleeding. 

Rain quickly looks back up at your face. He can't read your expression so his brain just inserts one. Fear. 

“See you’re scared of me aren’t you! Who would blame you! I’m a monster and I always will be!” Rain shouts as tears well up in his eyes. He usually hates crying in front of others but right now he just doesn’t care. His heart feels hollow. He just hurts the person he loves the most and nothing matters any more. Rain watches as tears begin to fill your eyes. 

“Rain,” you squeak out. You feel lost and you can’t bear to hear him talk about himself in such a way. Rain stands up and you follow in suit. You watch as his rage turns to despair. 

“I’m…I’m sorry [Y/N],” Rain mutters out through a choked sob. He turns to face away from you in an attempt to hide the tears streaming down his face. In his mind you already think of him as a monster and he is not very keen on adding cry-baby to the list. 

“Rain,” you start again, “you’re not a monster.” 

“I hurt you [Y/N]! Can’t you see that I hurt you! You! I never thought I would truly be able to do it, but I guess that makes me more of a monster than I thought. I hate being a monster. I hate myself,” Rain screams out. 

With this Rain begins to walk away but is stopped when you grab his wrist. He whips around to tell you to let go but is met with an unexpected sight. Anger. Why are you angry? I thought you were scared. Rain barely has time to think before you are roughly pulling him closer to you. Now it is your turn to be angry.

“Rain listen to me,” you demand as you grab his chin and force him to look into your eyes. 

“Never say those things about yourself ever again.” 

Rain can tell from your tone that you are serious. He gives a small nod in response and you watch as the tears continue to stream down his cheeks. Your anger settles as you feel your heart ache for the ghoul in front of you. You take your thumb and gently wipe away some of his tears. 

“Rain, you didn’t hurt me. I’ve given myself papercuts that hurt worse than this,” you explain as you motion to the pricks on your arm. 

“Really?” Rain sniffles as his tears begin to slow. 

“Yes really. You are not a monster Rain, you have to believe me. A monster would not care if they hurt someone. You being so upset over supposedly hurting me just proves that you are not one. Oh Rain,” you say as you pull him in closer for a hug. You can feel his tense body relax into the warmth of your hug. 

“I love you,” Rain mumbles as he buries his face in your hair. You think you heard what he said but you're not sure  so you pull your head back and look up at him. 

“What?” You inquire as you look up at him with soft eyes. 

“I love you [Y/N],” Rain blushes, “ there I said it. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” Rain pulls you back into the hug and squeezes you harder. 

“I love you too, Rain,” you admit as you listen to his heart beat rapidly in his chest. 

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After a few moments the two of you separate and just stand there staring at each other.

“Are you sure that I didn’t hurt you?” Rain inquires as he lifts your wrist to inspect the puncture wounds on your forearm. 

“Yes I’m sure,” You giggle out as you watch Rain apply small kisses to the area. “Actually,” you continue with a blush,” I kinda liked it.” 

Rain stops his administration to look up at you with a spark in his eye, his tail gives a slight swish of excitement. 

“Oh really?” Rain smirks. You give a little nod in response and he begins making his way up your arm leaving behind a trail of kisses and nips. 

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Rain smirks as he reaches your collar bone. 

“Well I didn’t think that the middle of an emotional conversation was an appropriate time to reveal my pain kink,” you moan out, feeling him nip lightly at your neck. You hear Rain purr in response to your words. He feels his cock twitch in excitement at the thought of your body willingly submitting to him. You hum happily as he continues his assault on your neck. Suddenly Rain pulls back and looks you in the eyes. 

“Do you want this?” Rain asks, searching your eyes for any hesitation. 

“Yes Rain. I want you to take me and be rough with me,” You admit as you once again throw your head back as an invitation for him to resume his attack on your neck. 

“Promise me that you will tell me to stop if it gets to be too much for you. Just say ‘red’ and I will stop immediately.” 

“Red. Got it. I promise Rain. Now just fuck me already” you huff out. 

“With pleasure,” Rain smiles. Rain’s bites on your neck get deeper as his hands roam desperately over your body. You let out a small scream of surprise as Rain rips the front of your dress open. 

“I’ll get you another one,” Rain growls in your ear as his hands go to cup your chest. Rain grins when he sees that you are going braless today. A wanton moan escapes your lips as he circles his calloused thumbs over your hardened nipples. 

“Were you expecting this?” Rain teases as he continues to rub you. 

“Actually no,” you explain through gasps, “ Dew stole it earlier today.” 

Rain chuckles in response. Of course he did, Rain thinks to himself.  Rain runs his claws down your back leaving small scrapes. He is encouraged by your moans and whimpers. You are sure that your neck and shoulders will be covered in his marks for days. You reach out your hands and begin tugging at the hem of Rain’s shirt, indicating that you want him to take it off. Rain obliges you and pulls back to remove the article of clothing. This gives you the time to shed the remains of your dress and cast it aside. 

Rain pulls up back against him and goes in for a kiss. Hands roam as the kiss deepens. You can feel his fangs prick at your lips as you let his tongue explore your mouth. With his body pressed against yours, you can feel the bulge in his trousers rub against your naked thigh. You moan out at the sensation and feel yourself becoming wetter. You have to pull away from the kiss to catch your breath. 

“I want it rough Rain,” you plead looking up at him with doe eyes. 

“If that’s what you want,” Rain mumbles out as he shoves you to your knees, but not before carefully moving his shirt under your knees so they won’t be bruised by the hard wood of the dock. 

“Let’s give that pretty mouth of yours something to do,” Rain smirks as he begins unlacing his trousers. He lets out a grunt when he manages to free himself from the confines of his pants. You open your mouth and lean forward to taste him. Without much warning, Rain shoves himself into your mouth and sets a brutal pace, giving you no time to adjust. When you gag on him, Rain slows and looks down at you with his eyebrow cocked. You give him a thumbs up to signal to him that you’re fine. With that Rain begins ramming himself back down your throat. 

You can feel spit leaking out from around your mouth as his hips brush against your nose. The noises that Rain lets out above you makes your core grow wetter. Rain runs his hands through your hair and grips onto your skull tightly. You attempt to swirl your tongue around him but his pace is making that difficult so you just settle on letting him use your mouth as his own personal fuck toy. Your nails dig into his hips leaving a trail of red marks in their wake. 

“Fuck. You are the perfect little slut with your.. Uh … slutty mouth?,” Rain grunts as he continues to piston his hips into you. You cock one of your eyebrows and look up at him questioningly. Rain doesn’t usually talk like that. 

“Yeah I’m not going to try that again. I’ll leave the dirty talk up to Swiss,” Rain apologizes as he uses your mouth. Rain continues his brutal pace for a few more minutes before pulling you off himself roughly. 

“You’re turn, princess,” Rain smiles as he yanks you by your hair until you are standing. You let out a mewl as you feel him place a harsh smack on your rear. Rain pulls you over to a tree before shoving you against it. You whimper as you feel the bark dig into your skin. Rain grabs your face in his large hands as he makes out with you shoving you harder into the tree. His crotch grinds into your core, causing you to gasp out in pleasure. Rain pulls back from the kiss to give you a wide grin before he takes his tongue and licks up the side of your face.  He kicks your legs apart before kneeling before you and shoving his face against your center. His tail wags excitedly as he takes a deep inhale of your scent. A rumbling groan escapes him as sneaks his hand up onto your thighs. The ferocity with which he rips your underwear off causes you to try and squeak your legs closed. 

“No,” Rain growls as his hands move to spread you open once more. His claws prick into the soft skin of your inner thighs as he sinks his teeth into your flesh. He doesn’t break the skin, only leaving an imprint. He hums as you mewl above him. Rain continues to tease you by licking and nipping at your thighs and stomach avoiding the place you want him the most. 

“Please, Rain,” you beg almost in tears from how desperate you are now. Rain chuckles as he places his mouth on you. His long tongue explores you as you throw your head back and let out a pitiful whimper. He brings one of his hands over to your clit and begins to rub it furiously. 

“Ah! Ah!” you scream at the pressure he is putting on your clit. This only causes him to dive deeper into you, lapping more vigorously. Your orgasm hits you like a wave causing your eyes to roll back. Rain smiles as he continues to work you through your orgasm. Your whole body shakes as Rain supports some of your weight. A tinge of overstimulation interrupts your pleasure as you realize Rain is still going to town on you. 

“Too much,” you hiss as Rain continues to rub you. Rain listens for you to say red but it never happens so he just continues. 

“Rain!” You shout as you feel another orgasm coming. 

“You said you wanted it rough,” Rain teases as he bites your thigh. This sends you over the edge once more. You squeeze your eyes shut as you ride out your second high. You release a sigh of relief when you feel Rain pull away from you. Rain pulls you back into a rough kiss biting at your lips. You whimper into his mouth and feel him grin in response. 

“Are you still good? Not too rough for you?” Rain questions. 

“I’m great,” you announce with a blissed out expression. 

With this Rain spins you around so that your chest is pressed up against the tree. Rain spanks your rear a couple of times before positioning your hips so that they are sticking out a little. 

“You like that?” Rain coos in your ear. All you can do is pant in response as you feel Rain rub himself on your ass. Rain reaches around your body and starts to pinch your nipples as he nibbles at your ear. You squeal as you feel something poking at your core and you feel Rain push one of his fingers into you. Rain thrusts his long finger into you roughly as you gasp out. 

“Actually,” Rain muses and removes his finger from you. You whine at the loss and try to push back onto him. 

“Oh fuck!” You scream when Rain suddenly rams himself into you. The stretch is intense, you feel your insides burning as he sets a punishing pace. Once again giving you no time to adjust. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Rain growls out in pleasure as he grasps your waist tightly as he shoves you onto him. The sound of the back of your thighs hitting the front of his sounds like thunder. You know you’ll be sore for days to come. You hear Rain pant with exertion. You feel your front scrape against the tree bark but you don’t care. All you care about is how Rain is taking you and how wonderful it feels. Rain hisses as he pulls out of you before spinning you around to face him. 

He roughly shoves your back against the tree before thrusting up into you once more. Rain releases a feral growl when he enters you. He brings one of your legs up so that it can wrap around his hips. You cry out as Rain bites at your already bruised jaw. Rain uses his other hand to brace himself against the try. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rain pants in your ear as his thrusts become more erratic and you can tell he is getting close. Rain sneaks his tail up to begin rubbing your clit. Rain brings your wrist up to his mouth and bites at the puncture marks he made earlier. You call out as you cum once more. You clamp down onto him causing him to groan. He is close behind you. One, two, three, four more thrusts until Rain’s cum splashes into you and he cries out. 

You both remain there panting before Rain moves to pull out. You hiss in pain as he removes himself from your abused core. Rain looks down to watch his cum leak out of you and run down your thighs. He is mesmerized by the site before he sinks to his knees. 

“Rain what are you— Ahhh” you cry out as you feel him licking at you once more. Now it is more pain than pleasure. You grab at his hair trying to get him to stop. This only makes him dive in harder. You whimper out as you feel another orgasm building. All you can think is that this will be the one that kills you. Your gravestone will read ‘ [y/n] died doing what they loved’. Your thoughts are interrupted by Rain’s thumb circling your clit. 

“No,” you whimper. 

“Come on. Give me one more, I know you can,” Rain coos. You have a deep breath and search around for something to hold onto. One of your hands finds its way to Rain’s shoulder and the other grabs the closest thing to it, Rain’s tail. Rain moans when you squeeze his tail and doubles down on his efforts. He feels you nails digging into the meat of his shoulder. 

“I need——,” you begin. Rain looks up to meet your eyes. He gazes at you and instantly understands what you need. Rain digs his claws into you rear and places a bite into your thigh. You scream out once more. Relishing the feeling of pain and pleasure coursing through your body. 

You collapse with the feeling of your final orgasm rolling over you. Rain catches you and lowers you slowly the rest of the way to the ground. 

“So good,” Rain purrs in your ear as he offers you a series of pats on your head. When your body finally stops shaking you open your eyes to see Rain smiling at you. You smile back at him and your hand makes its way to caress his face. 

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“I love you,” Rain murmurs as he nuzzles into you palm. 

“I love you,” you respond with a breathy voice. Once you have regained the strength Rain helps you to stand. The both of you begin to search around the area for your clothes. 

As Rain pulls up his trousers he hears you groan behind him. 

“What’s wrong-,” Rain starts as he turns to face you.

“Oh,” Rain utters upon seeing you holding up your shredded dress. 

“Sorry,” Rain blushes as he offers you his shirt. 

“Thanks,” you say as you take his shirt. The bottom of your dress is somewhat passable so you slide it on and then pull his shirt over that. Rain snuggles up next to you as you both begin the journey back to the ghoul dens. 

The two of you walk back in silence, throwing each other a smile or two along the way. Rain makes a show of opening the door for you, bowing as you walk through. 

“Santanas, Rain! What have you done?!” Dew stares at you in disbelief. With Your dress in tatters and your neck covered in bruises and bite marks you must look a mess.. 

“Nothing,” Rain answers with a blush. You smile upon seeing his blush, he is still your little shy ghoul. 

“This,” Dew states motioning up and down your body,” doesn’t look like nothing.” 

“I’m fine Dew. Rain didn’t do anything I didn’t ask him to,” you explain, causing Dew’s eyes to widen in surprise. Once Dew recovers from the shock he lets a smirk creep onto his face. 

“Well When I said you should be rough I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Dew continues as he inspects you. 

“What do you mean?” Rain questions, cocking his head to the side. 

“Well I thought [y/n] was going to go to you, convince you that you are not a monster and tell you that it was my idea. That the two of you would come back and show your thanks by worshiping my body.” 

You giggle at Dew’s words as makes a show of slumping  his shoulders in feigned disappointment. 

“Really Dew?” Rain rolls his eyes and begins to pull you towards his bedroom. 

“I’m just kidding,” Dew calls before he begins to follow you. 

“Can I come too?” Dew asks as you reach Rain’s room. 

“Dew we aren’t having sex,” Rain explains as he opens his door. 

“Well I know that. I mean I’m pretty sure that fucking [y/n] after whatever you did to them would be considered a cruel and unusual punishment. I just want to cuddle,” Dew purrs throwing his cheesiest smile at Rain. 

“Oh come on Rain. Let Dew come,” you plead as you put on your biggest doe eyes. 

“Fine. Get in there you two,” Rain consents. You and Dew give each other little smirks before heading into Rain’s room. Rain closes the door behind the three of you. 

“Let’s get you taken care of,” he grins. Both he and Dew help you get undressed. While Dew leads you to the bed and sets you down, Rain goes to his bathroom to get a few items. Dew sits with you, rubbing your back softly. You lean over and place your head on his shoulder suddenly realizing just how exhausted you are. 

Rain walks out of the bathroom carrying a few things. 

“Here,” Rain says as he places the items on his bedside table. Rain cleans you up with a warm cloth and swipes an alcohol wipe over any bite marks he finds. The sting of the alcohol causes you to hiss. 

“Sorry sweetheart,” Rain apologizes as Dewdrop holds you tighter. One you have been fully inspected by Rain, he gives you a clean t-shirt of his to put on. Dew slides the shirt down over your torso as Rain pulls back the covers on the bed and motions for you to get under them. 

You let out a happy sigh as you snuggle into the bed and you feel Dew slip under the covers with you. 

“Take this,” Rain orders, holding out two aspirin and a glass of water. You follow his directions before settling back into the bed. Rain pulls you closer to him once he lays down. Dew gives an annoyed huff before sliding closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist once more. You the vibrations of Rain’s purr deep in his chest as the three of you lay there in silence. 

You let out a yawn as you feel your eyelids getting heavier. 

“You know,” you yawn out,” I don’t think either of you are monsters.” 

Rain hums happily in response. 

“We aren’t…. Until you ask us to be,” Dew smirks as he nuzzles his face into your hair. With that you let yourself fall asleep snuggled between two of your favorite ghouls. 

[ladysharmaa]

I need you

Bridgerton family x sis!reader

summary: when a suitor breaks Y/n's heart, her family comforts her, reminding her that all she needs is her siblings' love

requested: yes

warnings: heartbreak, pure fluff

Y/n kept a secret. She was participating in the season in hopes of finding a husband. She attended the balls, put on a fake smile she'd learned to master, and danced with everyone who asked politely under the watchful eye of her older siblings. But they didn't notice everything.

From dance to dance, between small moments of silence between conversations, Y/n's gaze moved to the other side of the room. Earl Harewood had shown up, accompanied by his parents, hoping to find a wife who could fulfill her responsibilities. From the first moment their eyes met, it felt like the room had gotten smaller, holding a breath at the sight of each other's beauty.

But the Earl's mother later told him that she had already chosen a woman for him to marry. All the dances he had with Y/n, the moments they spent in the ball garden talking and talking, the secrets they shared, the plans for the future, it would all be for nothing.

Y/n trusted that he would have the courage to stand up to his parents, showing that he wanted to marry for love and not someone they chose. Y/n still thought they might accept her, being a Bridgerton, but the Earl's supposed future wife had a higher social status, and her family owned more wealth than hers.

When he told her he couldn't stop her parents' decision and would have to get married, the Bridgerton girl wanted to cry. Scream. Run away. Beg for his love.

 But she didn't say anything. 

She was silent, her eyes watering. She bowed out of courtesy, walked to her door as he wanted to talk to her in her garden where they spent several moments together. Not once did he call her name, and that made her heart even more torn apart. 

How could she have been so naive to think an Earl was going to marry her? How could she have allowed herself to be happy? She just thought how disappointed her mother would be, she was so excited thinking that one of her daughters was going to marry someone so important. All her life she had been prepared for marriage, and even that she had failed.

But what she cost the most wasn't that. It was knowing that she'd lost the first man she'd ever loved. She wouldn't know if she was ever going to be able to feel this love for someone else again. How could she? Her heart her belonged to someone who didn't desire her.

When Y/n entered the house, she looked around, relieved not to see any of her siblings or her mother. She didn't think she could hold back the tears much longer. Her luck ran out when Collin nearly hit her, her vision blurring from nearly shed tears.

"Sister! My apologies, I didn't see you," he exclaimed, grabbing her shoulders to keep her from falling. He finally noticed her eyes. "Is your conversation with the Earl of Harewood over? Did something happen?"

That was all it took for the tears to start falling, seeming not to want to stop despite Y/n closing her eyes to try to stop them from falling. Her lips came together in a thin line to keep from letting out the sobs that threatened to break her body. Collin's face was one of pure terror, never having been the one to deal with girl problems. His sister was crying and he had no idea what to do.

"Brother!" he called in distress, knowing that Benedict who was in the room knew what to do. "Can you fetch mother for me?"

"Mother is not home, I believe she went to have tea with Lady Watford." the painter appeared, immediately noticing Y/n's state and Collin's terrified face. He immediately glared at his younger brother. "What did you do?"

"Me?! I did nothing! She just started crying." Collin desperately defends himself. Was the room getting hotter? Because he sure was getting hot. "I don't know what to do, brother. What if it is a girl problem?"

If Y/n hadn't been so emotional, trying to keep her composure and not talking because she suspected it would only result in more tears and a husky, not-lady voice, she would have laughed at the sheer panic on Collin's face and Benedict's angry look. Everything got worse when Anthony showed up.

"Brothers, what seems to be the matter? I have work to do." he questioned impatiently, having been disturbed by the noise midway through the paperwork. The Viscount then noticed Y/n's rosy, tear-streaked cheeks and her teary eyes. He pointed at Benedict and Collin with a glare, asking through a clenched jaw, "What did you two do? Why does Y/n seem to be crying?"

"Oh lord. Brother, we haven't done anything." Colin grunted.

"When I arrived, Collin was with her and she was already crying." Benedict shrugged, preferring to blame his brother rather than deal with Anthony's anger.

"Nobody did anything to me!" Y/n finally shouted, putting silence to the argument that had formed between the brothers who argued with each other. She just wanted to go to her room without anyone bothering her. "If you excuse me brothers, I shall go to my room. I wish to be alone."

She didn't even wait for them to answer, starting up the stairs in a hurry. She faintly heard Anthony ask her to come down and talk to them, but Y/n ignored him and continued on her way, closing the door with a bang. She didn't even have the strength to go to her bed, sitting on the floor, her back against the door. She propped her elbows on her legs, hiding her face in her hands, finally letting her tears run free. Why did it hurt so much?

Meanwhile, downstairs the three Bridgerton brothers have never been so panicked and confused. Usually when this happened, their Mother was home and they didn't have to worry about comforting their sisters. That was not the case today. They shared a look, ending up yelling all at once, "Daphne! You must make haste!"

Y/n could hear the sound of a knock on the door over her sobs. She decided not to open the door, hoping that her brothers respected her choice and let her be alone in her own misery.

"Y/n? It's Daphne. Can you let me in, dear?" she heard her sister's angelic voice.

Y/n didn't want anyone's company, but she knew she would have to face her family someday. "Is it only you?" she asked, working up the strength to speak but cringing when she heard her husky voice.

"It is only me." Daphne nodded, waving her hand for Anthony, Benedict, and Collin to leave, who stood behind her, anxiously waiting for an answer. "I'm going to come in."

Daphne's heart sank as she entered, quickly closing the door so the others wouldn't come after her. Y/n was on the floor, cheeks and nose red, her eyes swollen from wiping away tears that are always replaced by new ones. Her hair was starting to come out of her impeccable hairstyle and her dress rumpled from sitting on the floor.

Daphne sat beside her, adjusting her dress to cover her legs. Y/n, who had his head tucked between his legs, looked at her, her lips trembling as new tears threatened to fall.

"Hi." she whispered, her voice breaking.

"Hello." Daphne whispered back. "Do you want to tell me what happened to the Earl of Harewood?"

"We are not to marry. He is going to marry some other woman his mother chose. He does not love me, sister." the younger sister explained sadly, hugging her legs even closer to her chest in comfort. "I thought we could have a future together, Daphne. But from the looks of it, our love meant nothing for him."

"Well, it's his loss. You're so beautiful, educated, talented, adventurous, smart and the list goes on. I could stay here all night just talking about how proud I am to be your sister." Daphne tried to comfort her by bringing Y/n onto her lap and hugging her. Although the floor was uncomfortable and her dress was wrinkling, all that mattered at that moment was Y/n. "Never doubt yourself. You have so many suitors, I'm sure you'll find someone you love and who treats you like a princess."

"Do you think?"

"I'm absolutely sure of it." Daphne smiled at her, wiping her tears away. "Now, our brothers are very worried about you and I'm pretty sure even Eloise stopped reading when she heard you were crying. You may not have an Earl, but you will always have us."

"And that will always be enough for me." Y/n smiled, wiping away tears and taking a deep breath. "Eloise would kill me if she knew I was crying over a man."

"You can always come for us crying about whatever you wish to cry about." she assured her sister, but a smirk appeared on her lips as she thought some more. "But yes, I'm quite positive that she would throw a book at your head. But you have Collin to hide behind."

"That's a good plan. Thank you, sister." Y/n said, getting up with Daphne and shaking out her dress. She looked at herself in the mirror, composing herself and tried to put the sadness of not having the person she loved to the back of her head. She had her family with her.

When she opened the door, hoping to face the empty hallway, she was surprised when all her siblings were behind the door, waiting for her. Apparently they were listening in on the conversation, because her brothers seemed ready to kill.

"I'm going to kill him." Anthony confirmed what she was thinking, his voice low and menacing, arms crossed over his chest.

"It's quite alright, Anthony." Y/n assured him, grabbing his arm before he even went after Earl. "I have to move on and forget about this. I still have some balls to attend."

"And we'll be there at all with you." Daphne said, placing a hand on her back in comfort.

"And if you want to leave, you just have to tell us and we leave." Benedict added since Anthony was still too angry, thinking about plans on how to kill the Earl for hurting his sister.

"I know." Y/n smiled, looking around at all her siblings comfortingly around her, feeling the pieces of her heart coming back together. However, she was snapped out of her thoughts when a book hit her head, one hand immediately going to the hurt spot. "Ouch! What was that for?"

"Crying over a man, please. We need to talk more about us, women. We don't need a man, Y/n. Now come on, I have many books you can read about this." Eloise said with her hands on her hips and linking her arms with hers, starting to head towards the library. Aside from the lesson, she was hoping this might distract Y/n for a while.

The other Bridgerton watched her as she listened to Eloise. She was going to be okay. They would make sure of it.

[duskamethyst]

broken reverie.

a/n: he’s not wearing glasses in this one.

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut, nsfw, college AU

warnings: taboo rs, slapping, spanking, choking, face fucking, brat taming (kind of), slight degradation, creampie, age gap (nanami reaching 40)

pairing: professor!nanami x f!reader

summary: professor nanami calls you to his office to ‘talk’ about your terrible performance in his class.

maybe you went too far.

or else you wouldn’t have ended up in his office. 

but is this the outcome you coveted? yes.

the door creaks behind you before it closes again as you sit and wait in front of the big wooden desk. you were kind of excited when he told you to come and see him at his office earlier but now you’re having a whirlwind of emotions making your stomach churn and you don’t dare to look around to face him– even though he’s going to be sitting in front of you in a moment.

his shoes clack against the floor as he strides and sits on his chair. the air in the room feels dense when the male doesn’t say anything; as if you’re not in his presence to begin with.

he looks exasperated. a long, deep breath is emitted through his nostrils as he loosens up his tie from the collar. you only gawk at him in awe as he does so, but quickly snap out when he finally shifts his gaze at you. 

“so, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he finally breaks the silence. the deep, husky tone of his voice fills your ear and you hope he doesn’t notice your thighs press against each other almost immediately.

“tell you.. what?” you mentally slap yourself. you’re clearly aware of what he’s insinuating but you’re suddenly lost for words. there’s a huge difference between seeing him in class and being alone together with him. it’s even more nerve wrecking than you imagined and oh god, is his ac broken? because it suddenly feels hot.

nanami raises a brow, evidently unamused. “i had the courtesy to make time for you when i should be having brunch now so i don’t appreciate you playing coy.” 

you gulp audibly, “i’m sorry, sir.”

“if it’s not clear to you yet, i’m talking about your grades.” he opens the drawer under his desk and pulls out a pile of paper before slamming it in front of you. you blink in surprise and flip through the pages, though you know you don’t need to see it when you already know what lies on them. there are a lot of red circles on the papers, namely yours, with huge unpleasant numbers on the corner ranging from 12% to 25%. 

then he takes out another file which you realize as your student record throughout your semester and the subjects you currently take. 

“i find it odd that you scored well for your other courses.” he skims through the pages. “you certainly didn’t cheat, i can tell.”

“no, of course not.”

“then, what’s the problem here?” his tired eyes bore into you as he waits for you to answer or come up with whatever excuse.

“well, i–” 

“you’re doing it on purpose.” he snaps.

it’s as if time comes to a stop. your cheeks heat up with humiliation and you can’t bring yourself to continue to look at him in the eyes. although you’re aware that your silence means compliance, you’re still jumbling up words in your head to deny his assumption. 

“are you going to tell me i’m wrong?” 

“yes– i-i mean–” you stammer.

“then enlighten me.” he glances at the branded watch donned on his left wrist. “we have time.”

you shake your head, “i have another class soon.”

“skip it.” he quickly retorts. “i’m sure you have no problems with that. your grades are doing well for that one, but certainly not mine.”

sweat starts to form on your palms as you look down on your thighs, purposely avoiding his eyes that hold nothing but so much intensity. you’re weighing between two options; to keep on bluffing or come clean. you don’t think that nanami would let you get off the hook if you keep on lying and you’d definitely be bombarded with more questions, yet the outcome of the latter would be so embarrassing and you don’t know if you can live it down for the rest of the semester.

you’ve fantasized about being alone with him but.. not particularly this way. 

gathering courage and taking a deep breath, you decide it’s best to just tell him the truth.

“you’re right,” you feel your ears burning, hands clammy. “i purposely failed your class.”

lifting up your head, you see the male grinning lopsidedly in his seat. maybe he’s pleased that you’re not wasting his time anymore, you’re not sure, he’s not easy to read.

“wasn’t that easy?” he folds his arms in front of his chest. “i have my own speculation but i wanna hear why you did it.”

“um,” you look down to your hands again, also half wondering what kind of bold assumption he has in mind. “i was dared by my friend.”

“wrong,” he scoffs. “and look at me while you’re talking.”

you sigh defeatedly and nervously fix your gaze. if you’ve learned one thing now, it’s that your professor doesn’t have tolerance for bullshit and he knows one when he hears one.

“i-i did it for.. attention.” 

“my attention?” he emphasizes, maintaining his stoic persona to mask his amusement of finding out that his speculation turns out to be indeed true.

you purse your lips in a thin line, nodding your head quietly. nanami remains to stare at you as he ponders in silence. you can hear your heart beating rapidly in your ears and you want to break eye contact so badly but you’re certain it wouldn’t be wise. 

“all that, just for a crumb of my attention?” he spits with a hint of venom in his voice. “are you happy with what you did?”

well, you’ve imagined him punishing you on his desk, fuck you raw or spank you with his belt until your ass turns red– not some serious interrogation.

“no, sir.” 

nanami props his elbows on the table, hands clasped under his chin to keep his head up. the air around him becomes even more threatening but it somehow manages you to feel even more aroused, making your toes curl in your shoes. you definitely need to get out soon.

“you know, if i have even one student failing my class, i could get into trouble and be questioned for my performance.” he starts. “to have you doing that for your own selfish incentive is unacceptable, don’t you think?”

“i’m sorry.” you mumble with meek.

“besides that, you might have to retake this course again for your next semester and it’ll waste your time– or..?”

you stay silent to let him continue.

“or you were intending to be in my class again so you can see me?” 

“y-yes.” you bashfully admit after one silent moment, knowing that lying will take you nowhere. “i’m sorry, sir.”

nanami chuckles, finding your naivety to be rather entertaining. never has he ever met a student like you, outwardly expressing their interest in him by failing their paper. he’s not too sure what you’re trying to get out of him but maybe he can put one and one together. it’s pretty common that younger women have an attraction to older men like him and your classmates are.. well, not exactly the best looking either. 

“are you?” he smirks cynically. “do you have any idea how many students i have to monitor? how tiring my job can be?”

“yes. it was inconsiderate of me. i’m sor–”

“show me.” nanami cuts you off and leans back on his chair. maybe he can push you a little bit, he thinks. you owe him this anyway.

you blink, perplexed. “what?”

“you kept saying sorry.” he undoes two of the buttons on his blue dress shirt and spreads his legs apart. “talk is cheap. show me.” 

you do a double take as he taps his thigh and waits for you to come over. you have the faintest idea of what he’s implying but your body freezes and your brain short-circuits as if paralyzed.

“you chose to lie again? you’re not really sorry, are you?” 

“no, no! that’s not it. i just..” 

an ongoing battle takes place in your mind– sure that this is a part of your deepest, darkest fantasy yet you’re just baffled over how quick nanami catches on to it. now that your debaucherous dream has become a vivid reality, you don’t know which is the right step to take. 

“but if not now, when?” a soft voice in your head whispers. if desire could embody a voice, you think this is it. gentle, yet seductive as if it attempts to give you a push to pluck and have a taste of the forbidden fruit. 

“how much longer do you have to touch yourself to the thoughts of your professor before you go to bed?”

“although this could be a one time thing, at least you’d know how it feels like.” 

you slowly get up from your seat and make your way towards him. nanami’s eyes trail up at you, down to the floor then back up at you; gesturing you to get on your knees.

you settle between his thick thighs and look up at him timidly through your lashes before you bring your hands to undo his belt.

“no hands.” he quickly demands. 

you lick your lips as you figure the structure of the belt and how you’re going to take it off without the aid of your hands. the taste of cold metal and leather instantly invades your palate as you feebly use your teeth to tug the front loop of his belt. your head shifts awkwardly side to side until you finally get to catch the buckle between your teeth, pulling it hard before the belt soon unfastens.

nanami only observes you indifferently from above, yet the large tent in front of you doesn’t conceal the excitement he currently possesses. 

you take a deep breath before you continue on succeeding your quest. you twist your neck as you find and tug on the fabric loop that holds the button.

“i know you’re a smart girl.” he praises as he rests his hand on top of your head while you struggle to lift up the zipper with your tongue and grasp it between your teeth. the simple praise inflates your confidence and you become more eager to complete your task so you can claim your awaiting prize.

with valiantness, you finally lock eyes with him as you pull down his zipper completely to reveal the huge bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs and the tip slightly poking out from the top. 

“hm? you still have to take it out, no?” he smirks as he notices you gape at the outline of his cock. 

you quickly pull yourself together and lean back up to the stretchy band on his waist. he hisses when he feels your tongue purposely graze against the flushed tip before you pull down the briefs by force to reveal the one thing you’ve been desiring for so long. 

you press your thighs together as a dull ache forms in your core from the sight of his thick cock standing proudly in front of you. it’s nothing like you’ve ever imagined– it’s better and you’ve finally found it worth going through all that trouble of failing his class (and using your mouth to take off his pants).

“this is what you want, isn’t it?” he sneers, titling up your chin with his fingers, brushing your lips with his thumb and pulling the bottom lip apart so he can see a row of teeth.

“y-yes, sir.” you gulp and breathe as you wait for his next command. 

nanami’s lips tug into a conceited smirk, “suck.” 

leaning down your head to the base, you flatten your tongue underneath the shaft and slowly drag upwards in favor of reveling the veins on his hard cock. nanami lets out a sigh of content when he feels your tongue licking his tip and his hand tugs on your locks by reflex. you look at him as you wrap your lips around the tip, slobbering the tip with your saliva and his precum.

“fuck.” he curses under his breath and his head falls back when the warmth of your mouth finally engulfs his throbbing cock as you take most of the length inside your mouth.

you hollow your cheeks together, head bobbing up and down as you struggle to take more of his cock that you nearly choke whenever the tip hits the back of your throat, but the hand on top of your head grabs a fistful of your hair and he pushes your head down to sink all his length inside your mouth deeper. when you want to pull away, he only holds you in place and remains his cock down your throat. 

“through your nose.” he mutters. tears start to well in your eyes while your saliva just trickles down to his balls as he screws his eyes shut and relishes in the pleasure that washes throughout his body. “i needed this so bad, you know?” 

your whines only give him more stimulation and his hips jerk in response, “just wouldn’t think that a student– fuck– out of all people would choke on my dick.” he lets out a sardonic chuckle as if something just crossed his mind. “it’s wrong, but that’s what makes it feel so good, isn’t it?” 

nanami keeps you in the position as he ruts his hips slowly into your throat. his eyes are closed in concentration and his lips part slightly in fast and short pants. you work on your gag reflex as you let him fuck your mouth, enduring the sharp sting on your scalp when he tugs your hair harder– at least you know you’re making him feel good.

“if i cum in your mouth, you’d gladly swallow, won’t you?” 

you can feel his cock twitching when you let out a choke of assent from your throat but you splutter as soon as nanami abruptly pulls away his cock because of a sudden knock on the door that startles the both of you.

“get under the desk.” he urges and you quickly crawl to hide while he coughs and inches closer to his desk. “come in.”

you hear the door open followed by echoes of footsteps before it comes to a halt in front of his desk.

“didn’t i tell you to contact me before seeing me?” his voice is laced with irritation yet collected as he speaks. you can imagine the agitated look on his face, thinking it would be only natural for anyone to assume that he’s already having a bad day. and to them, interrupting the peak of his orgasm is most definitely not it. 

without a second thought, you take back his dick inside your mouth. a spur of triumph swells in your chest when you feel his body jolts in surprise. you think it’s only fair since he has choked you with his cock and what perfect timing to carry out your petty vengeance when the man is busy advising his student. 

however, nanami shifts on his seat to give you more access to take more length of his cock. he tries to stay composed as he feels your tongue gliding up and down his shaft but once the wet muscle prods against the slit, he emits an oddly sharp exhale. you can hear him almost stammering as he speaks and the way his tone changes to conceal the squelching sounds you elicit from underneath the table as you please his cock with zeal.

“so, i want you to fix the mistake and hmm..,” his hands ball into fists on the table as he takes a deep breath. “show me in class tomorrow.”

“sure. uh, are you okay, sir?” you hear the voice say. “you don’t look well.”

his eye twitches when your tongue wraps around his balls, taking one inside your mouth to suck harshly.

“yeah, fine.” he clears his throat. “thanks for asking.”

nanami only watches as his student turns to walk towards the door until the door closes behind him. once he’s sure that the student has left the door, he finally leans back on his chair in relief. 

“fuck.” he groans, glancing down at you as you look up at him innocently with doe eyes and your swollen lips wrapped prettily around his balls. yet, he looks dissatisfied more than anything. 

nanami grabs your arm and drags you out from under his desk until you’re on your feet, “i never took you as a fucking brat.” he lifts up your skirt and bites back a groan once he sees the damp patch on your panties. “did you touch yourself?”

you hum a ‘mhm’, feigning guiltlessness as he grazes his fingers on your inner thighs. 

“you’re just asking for me to touch you here, hm?” shivers run up your spine when his thumb ghosts over your wet slit and up to your clit.

“y-yes.” your breath hitches.

“begging for me to push your head on the table and ram my cock inside you?” he muses, pressing on your clit as he watches you squirm. “is that what you want?”

“please–” you roll your hips slightly to soothe the ache on his thumb but a hand comes down harshly on your ass, gesturing for you to stop in a fierce manner.

nanami chuckles mockingly, “well, that’s what exactly you’re not going to get.”

a whine elicits from your lips when he draws back his hands to his thighs and you glance at his dick; still throbbing and leaking precum from the florid tip. well, at least he hasn’t put it back inside his pants, so you still have a chance.

“come on. you haven’t shown me how much you’re sorry.”

with your inhibitions already flew out of the window, you stand in between his thighs, hoist the skirt to your waist and tug your panties to the side before squatting down to smear your slick on his dick. sparks of arousal swim through you as you grind your clit on the tip before you sink down, gasping as his thick cock stretches your cunt and down until you’re filled to the brim.

you glance at the male expectantly, waiting for him to move but he raises a questioning brow at you, “if you want something, work for it.”

not exactly what you sought for, but it should suffice. you begin to gyrate your hips slowly, adjusting to his size before you can pick up the pace. you fight the urge to hold onto him for leverage, in fear he wouldn’t appreciate the crumple on his expensive dress shirt later.

as you become more delirious, you start to hump his cock vigorously, whining like a bitch in heat as you feel every vein and ridges on his cock brushing deliciously against your walls. nanami lifts the hem of your shirt and brings it up to your mouth and you quickly catch it between your teeth. 

“the door isn’t locked, you know.” he muses, staring at your bouncing tits with half lidded eyes; mesmerized and thick with lust. “what’s going to happen if someone comes in and sees you bouncing on her professor’s cock like a little whore?”

a low, guttural sound rips from his throat when he feels your walls clenching around him in response.

“you’d like that, don’t you?” he smirks, tugging your bra down slightly and brushes his thumb against the erected nipple, making you mewl through the fabric in your mouth.

“you know you’re not supposed to do this but,” he brings up his thumb to caress your cheek. “you’re just so eager to please me, aren’t you?”

you sniffle in response, hands clutching on his solid thighs as you melt into his soft gaze before it’s gone in an instant.

“but i don’t like brats.” he sneers, drawing his hand away to slap your breast. “i don’t like people making my job harder. are you a brat?”

you shake your head, he slaps again.

“you act like one. stop lying.”

nanami tugs down the shirt from your mouth, a part of the fabric already drenched with your drool. his large hand circles around your throat while the other grips your hip firmly to roll your hip even faster on his dick. 

“oh– feels good–!” you moan wantonly, eyes rolling back as you let him control your body and assert his dominance over you.

“fuck it does.” he presses your throat tighter on the sides, restricting air from entering your lungs but your walls squeeze harder in retaliation. 

“bratty little bitch. clamping down on me like that.” he grits out and slaps across your face. what seems to be a rather harsh form of treatment, the pleasure filled sting and the lack of oxygen only fuel your arousal that you don’t even notice the way you hump on his cock has become more rapturous.

“getting off to this?” nanami slaps your other cheek before he lets go of his grip around your neck and you’re finally able to breathe air again. yet, he doesn’t spare you time to gather yourself before he promptly lifts up your hips and starts to pound inside your cunt relentlessly. 

the position causes you to tip to the front and you immediately hold on to him; face burying on the crook of his neck while his cologne fills your senses and sends you into a state of frenzy. 

“you like me using your tight cunt like that?” nanami grabs your ass for leverage, the angle allows him to fuck you so deep that you’re able to feel his cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust. 

“y-yes–!” you cry, the pressure in your stomach building up as you inch closer to an orgasm.

“like it when i use you to take out my frustrations?” he spanks the meaty flesh; walls clenching tighter on his fat cock and more slick dripping down his balls. “you just want to be my little cocksleeve, don’t you?”

“yesyesyes– please–!” your body starts to tremble above him. “w-wanna cum–”

“then fucking cum.” nanami rams into your cunny faster, abusing the spongy walls until the pressure snaps and tips you over the edge. you moan breathlessly into his neck, while your pussy gushes and creams around his cock. 

“that’s a good girl,” he fucks you through your high, grunting and panting as he pushes through the pulsing walls in order to chase his high. “and good girls get rewarded, right?”

you hum in agreement, still dazed and swimming in ecstasy as you gawk at him with heavy lidded eyes; the sweat glistening his forehead and sharp eyes focusing on where your bodies join. 

“then you’re gonna get some huge load in this pretty pussy.” his pace begins to stutter, nails digging deeper into your skin before his cock twitches and his hips freeze as he paints your insides white with cum.

both exhausted bodies rest against each other, chests heaving as you and nanami take time to regain composure and come down from your highs. he lifts you up slightly to take out his spent cock and he tugs back your panties in place, not minding the cum that dribbles from your quivering hole. 

your legs tremble once you get off of him that you have to force yourself to find your footing as you fix your skirt while the older male pulls back his pants in place. 

“do your best for your next papers, no more of that bullshit.” he fastens his buttons and straightens his tie before raising his hands to brush against his sleek, light brown hair that’s mixed with a few strands of grey. “but if you have any problems, just come and see me in my office.”

nanami falls quiet for a brief second to contemplate and you straighten your back when you once again meet his icy gaze, “after hours.”

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[frogtanii]

iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

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[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Kim Sunwoo - Hands Off [Requested]

softdom!Sunwoo x gf!reader

Request: Sunwoo likes to play with his girlfriend's breasts

Warnings: mentions of bullying, body image, underage drinking, anxiety (very brief), titfucking

Long overdue request for @ace-seventeen-world , I hope you like it! Also first time writing anything about titfucking, I hope it turned out alright. 🙏🏽

Sunwoo loves you even when you don't feel like loving yourself.

Being well-endowed since puberty hit meant you received a lot of unwanted attention from all genders. Some would pass judgement, calling you desperate for attention; and some would ogle and make lewd comments. This led to you coming to school wearing oversized baggy clothes and even turtlenecks no matter the weather. The less your body was apparent for people to judge, the better, you thought. Except the comments never stopped. You were so sick of your body being the talk of the student population of your small-town high school that you couldn't wait to graduate; and move far away to start afresh in college, where you futilely hoped that people would be more mature about these things.

Moving away for college turned out to be the best decision you made. You made a whole bunch of new, more mature friends who taught you to embrace and appreciate your body. Inappropriate comments from strangers still came your way, but with your new, reliable support system, you learnt to shut them out, and your girlfriends would even try to fight them for you, which made you feel very touched and grateful. Apparently, this sincerity didn't stop with just your good friends. That was also how you met your current boyfriend. Your friends had convinced you to come with them to a party during your first semester, and you allowed them to doll you up, upon much pestering. You were dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, which turned some heads at the party, and though you felt rather self-conscious in the beginning, you loosened up after a few drinks and dances. From there, you didn't care if people paid good or bad attention to you; all you wanted was to have fun with your best friends.

One of your friends introduced you to a gaggle of other first- and second-years, who were very loud and goofy, except for one; who had previously been laughing boisterously along with them until he set his eyes on you. He abruptly stopped laughing when you made eye contact, and you could have sworn he developed a light flush. With pouty lips and dark eyes, and a mop of fluffy black hair, he smiled shyly at you, nodding in acknowledgement and softly introducing himself. His voice was deep and had an attractive drawl and a pleasant raspiness. His name was Sunwoo, and you ingrained it into your memory easily, smiling shyly back at him. You mostly kept to yourself as the rest of them chatted, nursing your drink when a flurry of words and a loud slap shook you. You whipped around to see one of the boys, with cotton-candy hair and sharp feline eyes rubbing his arm and muttering under his breath next to Sunwoo, who was staring at you while whispering something to the boy - Eric, was it?

"Apologize!" Sunwoo hissed, nudging him. You tried to back off but Eric nervously came forward and rubbed his neck sheepishly, stuttering an apology while avoiding your eyes. He didn't specify what he was apologizing for, but you already had an inkling. All your friends were now staring at you, confused as to what had transpired. Unable to handle the stifling awkwardness, you quickly murmured "It's fine, Eric," before speedwalking away to get some fresh air, unaware that a certain dark-haired boy was scurrying after you. You turned to the nearest balcony and hurriedly gulped some fresh air to calm down, all-too-familiar feelings of panic and shame drowning you. You fought back tears, ignoring some of the smokers occupying the same space, who were looking at you with a mixture of confusion and pity. You managed to calm your breathing, and blink back tears, when a figure slowly comes to stand next to you. He doesn't look at you out of courtesy, fixing his gaze straight ahead. "Are you alright?" he asks softly. You nod firmly, trying to seem completely calm. "Eric... sometimes says things without thinking, but I know that's not an excuse. I just want to apologize again, for making you uncomfortable." His voice is gentle and soothing, and you tilt your head to face him, since he was a bit taller.

"It's not your fault, but thanks Sunwoo. And don't worry, parties aren't really my thing, I just came cause my friends were begging me to join them," you chuckle softly, to which Sunwoo gives you a lopsided grin.

"I feel you on that. I'm here to look after my idiot friends."

You share a good laugh, and spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other, but conversation comes easy, like you've known each other for years.

You and Sunwoo's paths seem to cross often, apparently because his faculty was right next to yours, and soon your friend groups merge and become one massive group, and you've even forgiven Eric. Days turned into months, casual meetups turned into lunch and movie dates, and soon you and Sunwoo are constantly switching back and forth staying over at each other's apartments.

Ever since you two started dating and you've gotten used to wearing more comfortable clothes around him, you've noticed him staring at your chest every now and then, but at least he had the decency to look apologetic and embarrassed whenever you catch him. You started to tease him, and he would bashfully hide his face and whine cutely. To get back at you, he'd purposely keep his hands cold and hug you out of nowhere, just to hear you squeal, knowing you're ticklish. Sometimes he'd be even bolder, trailing his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts under your shirt, especially when you walk around the house with no bra on. He'd do it when you're cuddling on the couch watching a movie, or worse, when you're trying to study. You didn't mind it usually, since you appreciated the support from his hands since the weight of your breasts takes a toll on your back, and you weren't fond of wearing a bra 24/7. Except the little shit likes to tease, jiggling them around and squeezing them when he's being extra playful, even grazing your nipples with his fingertips; chuckling lowly in your ear when you gasp or squirm in pleasure.

One night in bed, you confront him jokingly. Your period was on its way soon, and your breasts were feeling extra tender and swollen, something you had complained about, so your dear boyfriend very happily obliged, massaging them gently to ease your discomfort. After a while he gets bored, and starts prodding them, round eyes watching intently as they bounce. You can't help but laugh at how adorably fascinated he looks, so you ask him why he's so enamored by your boobs.

"They're just.. fun to play with, yknow? Bouncy and squishy. Can't help myself okay, you're just so perfect," Sunwoo grumbles, blushing again since he got caught.

"Yeah? What if I lose weight and they get smaller? Will you still like me then?" you ask, feeling rather self-conscious, irrational worries that he only likes you for your assets filling your mind. You try to ignore them, knowing your relationship with Sunwoo was much more than superficial, but trauma and bad memories keep causing you to doubt yourself.

"Of course I would!" Sunwoo gasps, reaching up to hold your face urgently but with such a tender gaze in his eyes. "It's still you, and you'll always be perfect, and I love you no matter what."

Tears welled up in your eyes when he said those words. Few people had treated you with such genuine kindness and you were so grateful to have him as your partner. You squished his cheeks together and pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising him. "I love you too, Sunwoo," you whispered, a small smile on your teary face. A cheeky grin slowly replaces the shock on his face. "Shall I show you just how much I love you?" he drawls, crawling on top of you, making you lay down on the bed. Sunwoo positions you to nestle comfortably against the pillows, helping you take your shirt off afterwards.

Your cheeks start to heat up at Sunwoo's intense gaze raking over your body, and your arms habitually come up to shield your breasts, but he's quick to catch them, gently pulling them away. "Don't be shy. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, inside and out," he murmurs, making you blush even harder. He kisses you deeply, before trailing his lips down, pressing light kisses down your neck and across your chest, gently nipping at the skin just above your right nipple. He resumes massaging your breasts, admiring the way your face scrunches up cutely in pleasure, his warm hands on your skin making you sigh happily. He leans down again, tracing a circle around your areola, making you shiver. He teases you a little more, flicking your hardened nub with his tongue before finally latching on and suckling on it, rubbing it periodically with his tongue. His hands are still massaging your breasts, twisting and tugging on your other nipple.

He pulls off with a satisfied 'pop' when you whine, pleased with how raw and puffy your nipple has become, glistening with an abundance of his spit. He dives back down to subject your other nipple to the same treatment, but this time, his free hand creeps down your tummy and between your thighs. You moan when he grazes your clit with his fingertips, and you can feel his plush lips smirk into your skin, obviously proud of himself. You willingly part your legs, and he dips his middle finger straight into your folds, your juices coating his finger instantly. He raises his head to look at you, eyebrows raised cheekily. "So wet already, babe? Always knew your nipples were so sensitive," he chuckles, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. You shut your eyes, the stimulation of his mouth on your chest and his hand on your pussy clouding your mind. He inserts another finger and pumps you faster while he drags his teeth against your puffy nipple, making you shiver and moan even louder.

He starts leaving hickeys and bites all over your decolletage, looking forward to seeing those pretty marks bloom purple tomorrow morning. Finally, he eases up on his ministrations on your chest, and focused on fucking you hard and fast with his fingers, slamming three digits into your core, gleefully watching the way your breasts jiggle from the impact. He glances up at your face, finding your head tossed back, soft mewls and moans falling from raw, bitten lips. You're clutching the bedsheets in a death grip as Sunwoo starts sucking on your clit as he fingers you. He sucks hard, nudging it with his tongue every so often as he slows down his thrusts, opting to scissor you open and drag his fingertips along your walls, rubbing hard against your g-spot when he finds it, indicated by your shrill yelp. "B-babe, gonna c-cum," you gasp, still writhing in pleasure. "Go on, love, cum for me," he mumbles against your core, and soon you're clenching on his fingers, coating them with your cum, and he continues to fuck you through your climax.

Gasping for air, you wince as he pulls his fingers out, pussy clenching on nothing as you watch him idly put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He smiles lazily at you, telling you how sweet you taste and even gives you a kiss, making you taste yourself. Your cheeks turn crimson again, and you decide you want to return the favor, having felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh when he leaned down to kiss you. You eye the tent in his jeans, and start unbuckling his belt. He looks at you in alarm, grasping your hands to stop you. "Baby, you don't have to do that, this is about you," he smiles gently. You pout at him. "But I wanna help you too! I have an idea that I always wanted to try with you…" Sunwoo takes a moment to consider, making sure you were genuinely comfortable doing so, and his eyes glimmer with anticipation when he nods in agreement. You beam wordlessly at him, helping him out of his jeans and boxers. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of his erect cock.

Sunwoo's dick always made you feel good, whether it was fucking your pussy or your throat, but you always wondered what it would feel like sliding between your bountiful breasts. You pull him up to straddle your chest, and his eyes widen when he realizes what you want him to do. "Really?" he gasps, dick twitching with excitement when you readily nod. He chokes on a moan when you swipe your finger up his cock, gathering his dripping precum to slather it between your breasts. He slowly slides his dick into the valley between your breasts as your hands push them together, making it even tighter around him, and he groans lowly. Sunwoo thrusts shallowly, loving the way the smooth skin of your breasts feels around his aching cock. He begins to take over, his larger, warmer hands replacing yours, squishing your tits together as he rocks his hips faster, becoming addicted to the the feeling. It wasn't much physical stimulation for you, but you felt yourself getting hot again watching his face contort in pleasure, his tightening grip on your tender, sensitive breasts rather arousing. You can't look away, mesmerized by how good he looks with his lower lip caught between his teeth, grunting softly as he uses your tits to get himself off.

"You look so hot like this Sunwoo," you murmur, your hand resting on his thigh as he continues to piston his hips. He barks out a breathless laugh, "Have you looked at yourself properly? You're fucking gorgeous, babe, don't you ever forget that. Although, I'm down to remind you all the time." he winks. You smirk at him, and your hands come up to squeeze his muscular ass, the same way he likes to squeeze your boobs. He's got a nice butt, you had to admit, toned and sculpted from years of various sports, and it was your weakness the same way your breasts were his. He moans louder when he feels you groping his ass, hips stuttering as he approaches his climax. He throws his head back as he fucks erratically, squishing your tits even tighter together and you keen at the rough treatment. You coax him in a soft whisper to cum all over your tits, and soon he does, painting your chest white as his hips slow down, and he's gasping for air. A little bit of his cum has spurted onto your lips, but you willingly lick it up and smile up at him, your hands still soothingly rubbing his cheeks as he comes down from his high.

You grab some wet tissues from your bedside drawers and clean up your chest as best as you could, wiping away all the cum before Sunwoo flops next to you, resting his head on your chest the way he usually loves to. You lay there in comfortable silence for a while more, stroking his hair and you feel him smile into your skin, his finger absentmindedly tracing the hickeys he's left across your breasts. Maybe going to that party all those months ago was the best decision you ever made (second only to moving here for college), and maybe you and Sunwoo finally get out of bed to shower, and maybe you go for a second round in the bathroom, filling the steamy air with echoes of wet skin slapping and soft proclamations of 'I love you's.

[risarchives]

fated star

in which freelancer looks back on their childhood. one that has long since been taken away from them.

tw: unattended trauma, childhood longing

( + non-canon backstory!)

How much of their family would they ache for before the stars suffice?

The gibbous moon shines down in silver through the window of their bedroom, and a star is holding them together. Gavin. His face is peaceful as he watches the screen, the projector running just overhead, floating atop the bed with magic. They wanted to watch a movie together in the bedroom this time instead of the living room.

The film being displayed on the projector screen shows a father and his child. They're fishing. Neither have gotten any fish yet, but they’re still trying. Gavin then whispers, “We should try fishing.”

Freelancer nods but hears nothing save for the film; the father speaking and his child looking up at him as though he’s the most prodigious man they've ever lived with. Maybe he is. Freelancer longs to feel that way again.

A memory of a nostalgic—or perhaps, haunting—moonlight illuminates their vision.

The film does not stop playing, Gavin remains watching with his arms around them, but the Freelancer is back in their childhood home, stargazing with their father as the moonlight throws shadows of the street ornaments underneath their open window against the pathway.

Young Freelancer stares at the night sky, occasionally putting their arms up as if reaching for the stars.

Young Freelancer is nothing but a memory.

“I know it’s too early for this, but,” their father starts. He looks solemn but affectionate, and his child is looking up at him as if the stars are in his hands. “When we’re apart, at last, as all children and parents would inevitably be, I promise to send you those stars from where I would be. Or one, to make it easier for me.”

Freeelancer giggles despite knowing it's impossible and looks up at the night sky and back again at their father, “Or a constellation! They’re really pretty. I don’t care if they’re small!”

Laughing, their dad says, “Those are just stars compiled together, you clever little angel.”

They loved the stars more than anything.

Their father talked of death at that time. That parting, though, was moved at an earlier time and given the name estrangement.

A caress to the cheek, and they’re back in the present with their promised star in the shape of a lover. Gavin. They have their star, and also their little constellation, Caelum. Sadly he’s not here; he’s looking after his other charges right now, but Gavin will never not be enough. Their heart is most peaceful when they’re around him.

“Something wrong, my love? Talk to me,” he says, looking down at them and wiping their tears away. “We can stop the movie and… just hold each other, if you’d like?”

They shake their head. They feel cheated sometimes courtesy of the fact that he can easily feel their emotions stirring, and that it’s hard to hide from him. But then again, they want him to see them laid bare and naught but honest. “Don’t… I just—remembered something.”

Gavin presses a kiss to the crown of their head. “I feel you, my love, always. In every part of me. You can always talk to me about it.”

They stifle a sob as Gavin presses another kiss against their temple. He feels every single ache they're feeling, and he loves them a little more after every tear spilled.

You know the story, they think, and I trust you with it.

Gavin, of course, doesn’t hear that, but he knows. They’ve blurred into one another so much that even unspoken thoughts are well-loved and accepted.

He tightens his hold on them; an action through which he can wordlessly promise them safety, love, company, and the world, not matter how impossible.

He would have punished the world for how much cruelty it has bestowed on his Freelancer if he’d been given the power and the chance, but he also would offer it to them in the blink of an eye had they asked for it.

Stranger turned friend turned lover is putting their trust in Gavin— he’s happy, he’s loved. A star has fallen for a good reason after so long and so much agony, and it's shining in the brightest shade of yellow.

A star is holding Freelancer in his arms— they’re safe, they’re loved. Only they wish the familial tragedy didn’t exist, or, at least, ended on a painful yet peaceful farewell. Something like death— something like mercy. Not abandonment, not repulse.

The inevitable parting, the promised star, the promised constellation. Out of all their unanswered wishes, those three came to life.

Gavin, though, was no mere wish. Gavin was a dream. Gavin was good things and good memories and tenderness offered with nothing asked in return.

“I love you,” he breathes into their hair, then another kiss to the temple. “Let me cry those tears with you, my love….”

Company and love for evermore— a promise carved in the dark of the night sky. With Gavin, there will be no abandonment, no parting.

Despite the fact that they will be out-lived by that promise, they’re at peace with the thought that a part of them would live perpetually with it— Gavin. A fragment of pure love personified.

Gavin, Gavin, Gavin. Always Gavin.

How much of their past would they ache for before their lover suffices? A large portion of it, yes— but so long as their lover lingers, so will contentment. They would always choose a love unfailing over a tragedy invariant.

[fang-natic]

Sing, Nightingale (part 1) - keigo tamaki x top!reader

You needed to know what he knew, but he wasn't going to give it up without a fight. Not that that matters. You know exactly what kind of fight to give him.

cw: kidnapping, noncon, bondage, mild knifeplay, orgasm denial, bdsm elements, humiliation, blackmail, drugging, needles, overstimulation, wing kink (is that what we're calling it)

an: i said i'd do it so i did. i dont know why i did it. or why it's so fucking long (gdocs says it's 1.3k, what the fuck). but i read some oneshots and did some limited browsing of the wiki so here you go. if you see something that doesn't make sense with the canon, no you don't <3

now i need to write a part 2 for this where you actually get to fuck him stupid. part 2 will probably establish reader to be amab, but you can read this part one as gn!reader

"So, who are you working with?" Hawk asks, cheeks still pink from where you'd ripped the duct tape off. "The Liberation Front? Some evil-League-offshoot? Or are you rogue?"

God, he's talkative. His wings are depleted to ragged, feathery stumps and ropes are criss-crossed over his arms and torso. He's on his knees right now, legs spread with shins bound to his thighs, and a bruise forming nicely on his cheek. Despite that, he still has the gall to mouth off.

You respond with another sharp backhand, this time across the other cheek, sending him careening to the side. "That's none of your concern," You drawl. "You're simply here to tell me what you know, and I'm here to learn it. However long that takes is up to you."

He slowly draws himself back up, shaking his head. He spits some blood onto the floor - "Damn, bit my cheek," he mutters - and looks up at you again. Still no fear in those golden eyes. A lazy grin on his abused face. "You get right to the point, huh? Damn, I like you a lot better than the other villains already."

"Then I take it that you'll be cooperative?"

"Ha, fuck no."

You kick him this time. Not hard enough to break his neck, but you catch him upside the chin, and hear the sharp clack of his teeth snapping together. His head almost droops to the floor in pain before he catches himself. "Almost felt that one."

"You're insufferable." You debate kicking him again, but you need his jaw intact so he can actually give you the info you need.

"That's what they all tell me," He laughs around the blood in his mouth. "Don't flatter yourself by thinking you're the first one to catch me. Plenty of other villains have tried the same thing, and none of them have actually made me sing. You're not gonna be very different."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

You crouch down with a knife in hand, and start the process of cutting away his clothes. He shivers as you make quick work of his shirt, and you can feel his heartbeat peak against his skin, though that doesn't actually stop the cocky lilt of his voice.

"Ah, classic, classic. The ol 'strip-and-whip' method. Most people buy me dinner first, but you're hot so I can make the exception-" He stutters a bit as you grab the waistband of his pants, jerking it upwards so you can drag the blade down the seams. "Phew, you're thorough, huh? Though I can't blame you, my ass is to die for-"

"You're rambling," You chide him. He's now entirely naked, save for his underwear and the shreds of his clothes that are still pinned do this body by the ropes. "Are you nervous, Keigo?"

"Hey now," He protests. "We're not on a first name basis. And this isn't my first rodeo, so..." He trails off as you pull at the elastic of his underwear so harshly it rips. "Whoa, okay, buy me dinner first." He laughs, but it's pitched a little higher.

"I know the kind of villains you've dealt with, Keigo." You touch the knife under his chin and tilt him up to meet his eyes. Finally, some reaction - his pupils have gone small with poorly-concealed fear. "The ones that use electricity and knives to try and make you talk. But you're a spy, aren't you? You're trained to deal with pain. I could cut you up bloody and you still wouldn't sing."

Your other hand squeezes his thigh, traveling up to his hip, tracing along the curve of his hipbone. "But I'm not like those other villains," You say, voice low and murmured right into his ear, as you press your palm against his cock, feeling it twitch as he yelps. "You're going to wish I was."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

You have him blindfolded now, and still kneeling in the middle of the cold, concrete room. His cock is stiff and drooling against his abdomen, leashed by a ring at the base. Vibrators hum from where they're clipped to his nipples, and stuffed deep into his ass.

His spine jerks as you play idly with the remote, a whine breaking out behind his clenched teeth. You've been at this for a while now, and he'd been mouthy at first, telling you how this was 'a normal Saturday night for him', and 'I don't need a safeword, don't worry' and 'can I call you daddy or is that off the table.' He'd shut up at the half-hour mark when he realized he was wasting his breath, and that you weren't kidding when you said you had no time limit.

Even so, he was handling things impressively. His bottom lip was bitten raw from where he'd tried to keep quiet, and not once has he begged or pleaded. You were going to need to step things up.

You turn the vibrations down, and he relaxes for an instant, before tensing up the moment he hears your footsteps approach. "What, bored already?" He rasps, making a grin that was more like a snarl. "And here I thought I was putting on a good show."

"I'm about to make it a better one, no worries." You pull the ring off his cock in one quick motion, and it bobbles obscenely. When you lift up a corner of the blindfold, a golden, watery eye blinks back. In your other hand, you hold a syringe, courtesy of Dr. Garaki himself (or pilfered from his laboratory, more like), and he darts between looking at you and it, eying the little needle nervously. "Don't worry, little bird. This isn't a Quirk-eraser or anything like that. It's just going to make you feel things." You pause. "Feel everything, in fact."

"Get away from me," He hisses, facade cracking as you bring the needle down near his neck. You fist your hand in his hair and force his head back, exposing the smooth contour of his throat. "Don't you fucking dare-"

"Whoops," You hum, as you inject him. "Too late."

His entire body shudders, and his eyes goes wide, pupil shrinking to a thin slit, and his mouth drops open in a shaky gasp. Garaki really outdid himself with this one, because the moment you release the hero he's curling in on himself, skin already flushing brightly in the cool air.

"What did-" He groans, throat working in a dry swallow. "What did you fucking do?!"

"It's terrible, isn't it?" You watch as he writhes, trying to position himself in a way that won't make him feel the ropes that are cutting into his skin, or the grit on the floor beneath his knees. "Everything that touches you is now amplified. Like so-" And you demonstrate and dragging one finger along the base of his wing, and he shakes like a leaf, a helpless whimper falling out of his throat. "Isn't that overwhelming?"

He growls, and flaps pathetically. "Don't you fucking touch them."

Ah, that's right. You remember he'd mentioned something about that. In some talk show or another; how he could feel things through his feathers, but only the ones at the base, and how he'd sometimes spend his free time combing through them.

You reach out now and grab one of his wings, squeezing and twisting, feeling all those little feathers tickle at your palm. Keigo, on the other hand, screams as if you shot him, and-

He cums just like that. Splatters white across the gray cement and onto his own stomach. His thighs shaking with the force of it, getting rubbed pink and stinging against the floor, and the blindfold darkens around his eyes with tears. He's gasping for breath like he just finished a race.

You can't help but laugh - one rough touch, and he was undone. You reach down and squeeze his softening cock, and he spasms, shaking his head. "Wai wait wait no, too much it hurts I can't-"

"Sure you can," You twist your hand, and he chokes on air. "Or do you want to be a good boy and finally tell me what I want to know?"

His jaw clamps shut at that, and you sigh. "Guess not." You shrug, and you squeeze a little tighter to watch him cry out.

[faithinlouisfuture]

Hello Emmy!!! Quick! Favorite moment or moments from the EU/UK leg?!

Pics and gifs are very much appreciated! 😌

Criss!!! You know me better than to say quick, you know how I love my rambles and my insanely longwinded posts, there’s no such thing as quick around here 🤓

So without further ado, here we go! In this essay I will … ✍🏽 Seriously though, top five here we go!

- The fact that Louis fully embraced the devil in his brain that brings out the demon in him and started to jump to barricade every single night during KMM. This is both a favorite moment and prime content for my tag set #light of my life #bane of my existence (and before someone @s me, I’ve been referring to Louis that way LONG before Anthony ever said it to Kate, if anything he stole it from me!). I mean, look at this!

gifs courtesy @silverfoxlou

The jumping and getting back up there in itself is enough, but then there’s the mad moments of insane jealousy that come from other people getting to touch him - the collective breakdown all of solo louie tumblr had over this! 🫠

- The entire Amsterdam concert! Where do I even begin?!? He walked out on stage in MESH! Looking like this 🥵

The crowd was electric! There were real actual balloons for KMM and condom balloons for I don’t even know what song 😂 The crowd got to scream “I went to Amsterdam without and all I could do was think about you!” at him! How special is that?!? The projects from that show were great too, and the bands energy was also amazing and Louis seemed to be having a total blast!

- The entire Milan show! The fact that it was the largest audience he was playing to yet, the way that he walked out in that England jersey asking to be mocked, but stuck to his guns, mad man! The crowd was the best yet in my opinion (for the entirety of LTWT22) they were loud, they told him he was beautiful every chance they got 🥲 he had a such a great time and enjoyed the fan projects! The overall energy of the entire show was just great! My little Pepsi bottle had a blast 🤍

- The brain melting, heart stopping, tear inducing, moment™ he decided to spring Change/s.mp3 on us the first time in Łódź !!! The dash went mad, the group chat went mad, the crowd went mad, all of louie twitter went mad and he just sang it like an angel and moved on without even acknowledging it. It was the definition of the louie experience; never knowing what to expect (at least for me). I couldn’t concentrate on anything at all after that. My soul re-entered my body around KMM time I think, before that I was just 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️

- The entire Doncaster show! He was on another level, you could literally see him radiating light and happiness through the screen, I don’t even know how people who saw him in real life survived with their eyesight & sanity intact! If he was a Pokémon he would have levelled up the minute he stepped out on that stage 🤍 So many of the songs/lyrics meant SO MUCH more just because of the fact that he was singing them in his home town, where his journey began. It was everything that I wanted the Donny show to be for him, without any extra theatrics or anything at all. The crew joining him on stage 🥲 just all of it! It was a beautiful beautiful way to end the European leg! (The fact that he had the audacity to play Hey there Delilah at the end 😭 - literally ended me).

Special mentions;

- Every time a new IGTV would drop and all of us freaked out over it together, watching multiple times, gif making immediately, meme making immediately. The energy would always be great on IGTV release days! Especially the one that had the Berlin behind the scenes 100% game content in it.

- Reykjavik shirtless hot springs content 😭😂 absolutely nobody had seeing half naked wet Louis surrounded by half naked wet men in their LTWT22 bingo card, NO ONE. Yet here we are. The reason this is not in my top five moments is that I missed it 😭 like I wasn’t able to be on here or on twitter when it happened, and I had to do post freak out posts which are never as much fun, lol.

[seita]

𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 | 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗶 (𝗺.)

˒ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂/𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ˒ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ˖ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 ˒ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟸𝟿𝟷𝟼 ˒ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗄!𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂   ˒ 𝖼𝗐: 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌

+ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍!

˖˖ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈.

⇦ 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

© 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗳𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁.

The bass shook your very core as you swayed to the beat. The drink in your hand was almost empty as you tipped it back for another sip. You glanced to the side to where your boyfriend was chilling, leaning against the wall with a cigarette tucked between his lips. 

Issei Matsukawa had been your boyfriend since your first year of highschool; you’d been together for more than 5 years. He was attractive, a fact you’d known long before anyone else. It wasn’t that he was unattractive in high school, simply awkward and still growing into his own. He had been more lanky standing at 6’2”, fit from playing volleyball but worn down from the stress of school and graduating. 

Currently, he’s grown to 6’3” and filled out much more. Throughout the years, he’d acquired numerous tattoos that now formed full sleeves on both his arms with an incomplete back piece and a couple scattered on his pecs. He’d also gotten a nose and lip piercing to go along with the numerous adorning his ears. He’d developed his own style, typically opting for ripped, well-fitting jeans, dark t-shirts and leather jackets to go with biker boots he seemed to always be wearing no matter how much he complained of how they hurt when he wore them too much. 

You felt lucky to have been by his side through it all, watching him grow into a wonderful man and find himself until he became comfortable in his own skin. 

Unfortunately, the more confident he grew, the more others started to notice him; specifically other women.

And when your boyfriend stood alone in a corner, smoking in a club with his leather jacket tossed casually over his shoulder, exposing those tattoos you’d been by his side while he got inked into his skin, and a well-fitting black t-shirt showing off his frame, greedy eyes always seemed to find him. The more confident of them had no shame in attempting to chat him up despite how disinterested he came off as with the lazy, lidded look of his eyes. 

To showcase his lack of interest, he brought the cigarette to his lips again, the rings on his fingers glittering beneath the club lights. His nails were painted black, a new coat you’d helped him put on before leaving the house that night so that the polish wouldn’t be chipped and ugly. 

Still, the girls who surrounded him persisted. You stopped dancing to watch, a pout forming on your lips as you watched. Jealousy brewed within you. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Issei, no you had complete faith in him, you knew he would choose you over any other woman any day. 

However, you didn’t like that these ladies didn’t know he was spoken for -- that he was your man. 

When one of the girls leaned against the empty spot beside him, her hand on his forearm, you had enough. You downed the rest of your drink and placed it on a nearby table before sauntering over to him. 

The girl's voice carried the closer you got; she complimented everything from his piercings and tats to his hair. 

“How tall are you?” one drunkenly giggled, leaning a bit closer in a way you knew was intending to entice him into looking at her tits.

“6’3”,” Issei replied politely, taking a puff on his cigarette before blowing it out. 

“Wow…” a third whispered, licking her lips, “You’re a big guy, huh?”

Matsukawa huffed through his nose, shaking his head in disbelief. This wasn’t anything unusual, innuendos and flirting; girls always wanted a taste of what he had to offer. The confidence and energy he exuded was clearly one of dominance and power. Though they didn’t know for sure, they could definitely correctly assume he was good in bed. 

Unfortunately for them, you were the only one who would ever get to experience it.

“What’s your name, handsome?” the one leaning beside him asked, fingers inching up the sleeve of his t-shirt. 

His eyes glanced towards her wandering hand, a brow raised before he lightly batted it away, making her giggle as if he were only playing hard to get.

“It’s--”

“Issei,” you cut him off, making his eyes snap to where you were approaching from. 

“Hey, kitten,” he greeted with an easy smile the other girls hadn’t gotten the courtesy to see. 

Three sets of eyes shot to you, frowning at your unwelcome appearance. Naturally, they had hoped he was single and would end up going home with one of them tonight. 

“So your name is Issei?” the confident one leaning against the wall beside him asked, ignoring your entrance. 

Issei sighed, eyes still lingering on you as you nodded. You raised a brow, making him chuckle, watching as you sauntered closer and pressed yourself against his chest, nuzzling against his neck. He was quick to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close against him, kissing the top of your head. 

You casted a glare towards the girl beside you who sent one right back at you. Her eyes took in his form, raking up and down his body as she checked him out, biting her lip.

“Is this your girlfriend, Issei?” the way she purred your boyfriend’s name made you roll your eyes. 

“Yeah,” Issei replied, slipping a hand up the back of your shirt to run his fingers over your skin to comfort you as he felt you grow tense. He knew how much you hated other girls who wouldn’t take a hint and give up -- hoping they could convince him to cheat on you or that they were a better choice. He took another puff of his cigarette again, turning his head away to blow the smoke out away from any faces.

You thought back to how, a few nights ago, he had smoked while you sat atop his cock, grinding against him as you came over and over again. Occasionally, he would blow the smoke in your face and grin at the way you would whimper in response. 

You clenched your thighs together as he tapped the excess ash off in the nearby cup he’d placed down. His fingers were so long, pretty with the nailpolish and rings. The one he wore on his middle finger you knew for a fact had been worn one when he fingered you in the car as he drove. The filth that spewed from his lips during that ride still echoed through your mind. 

Clenching your thighs together, you gripped his shirt and tugged lightly, fixing him with your best puppy dog eyes when he looked down at you.

“What is it, kitten?” he asked softly.

“I wanna go home,” you whined, biting your lip.

He grinned and opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off, “Don’t go! We’re having such a nice time!” one of the girls whined.

“Yeah, we’re having fun~” another added. 

You rolled your eyes when his eyes drifted from you to the girl beside him, who placed her hand on his arm again. Finally deciding enough was enough, you huffed and reached down to his belt, venturing to cup his slowly hardening cock -- he knew you were feeling turned on and that alone turned him on too. 

“You know you can have the most fun with me, Issei,” you grinned as he licked his lips, eyes falling to where your hand sat. 

“You wanna go home?” he asked, dropping his cigarette into the cup before taking your hand and lacing your fingers with his.

You nodded and tugged, casting a smirk at the three girls as you tugged your boyfriend away. They all made sounds of disappointment the further you got but one thing caused you to pause. 

The one who had been trying the hardest scoffed, “Don’t quite see what he sees in her. I’d be a better fuck than her.”

Eyes narrowed, you casted a glance over your shoulder to find the three of them still glaring daggers at you. Tightening your grip on your boyfriend’s hand, you made a turn and found yourself in a dark, abandoned corner away from prying eyes. 

Well, except three pairs. 

You pushed Issei against the wall and he grinned. It definitely was not the first time the two of you fucked in a club like this; you probably did it more than was considered okay. You pulled him down and brought him in for a deep kiss. He groaned, wrapping his arm around your waist to deepen it further, working his lips against yours expertly. 

“Wanna fuckin’ eat you out, kitten,” he growled, turning the two of you so it was you pressed against the wall. 

“Please,” you nodded, licking your lips as you looked forward to find the girls surprisingly still watching. 

Most people, when faced with seeing the two of you beginning to get intimate, would walk away and pretend they never saw anything. Not these girls, apparently. Perhaps it was their egos, but they continued to look even as your boyfriend dropped to his knees and pushed the hem of your skirt up. One of them even made eye contact with you, a nasty look in his eyes as you grinned gleefully. 

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Issei groaned, pushing the crotch of your panties aside to expose your cunt, “What have you been thinking about?”

“That time you fingered me in the car,” you quickly replied, hiking your knee over his shoulder to open yourself up to his gaze.

He grinned, knowing exactly what you were referring to. He doesn’t say anything else, simply leans forward and buries his tongue in your wet slit. You toss your head back and moan, tangling your hands in his already messy curls. His tongue finds your clit, circling the bud before sucking it into his mouth. 

“Fuck, Issei!” you squeal, mouth falling open as he pulls away with a pop, lips already swelling up. His tongue finds your entrance and you keen as you feel it enter you, wet and hot and providing just the tiniest bit of fullness. His nose presses perfectly against your clit, eyes never straying from your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he pants as he pulls away, “Got me so hard.”

“Why don’t you fuck me then?” you grin, tugging on his hair to entice him into doing so. 

He grins and presses a sweet kiss against your clit, biting his lips when your thighs jump in response before standing up. You reach down, tugging his belt loose before unbuttoning his jeans. He sighs in relief as you pull his cock free. 

Looking over to see the girls with mouths open, eyeing your boyfriend's fat cock. He was big, that wasn’t something unknown to either of you; long and thick enough to hurt no matter how many times you took his length. 

You squeezed his shaft, making him groan. Flashing yet another grin towards the girls, you slowly stroked him, spitting on the soft skin to slick it up. You wanted these girls to know this was your cock; the cock that fucked you every night. They would never get it and before this was over, they would know. 

“Jump, kitten,” he breathed, cupping beneath your thighs. You giggled, the alcohol still flowing through your system as you did as you were told. Wrapping your arm around his neck, you brought him in for another kiss.

“Ah…” you gasp when the tip of his cock prods your entrance. 

You hadn’t been prepped at all so when he started to sink into you, there was a deep burn and you bit your lip, burying your face in his neck. He panted in your ear, holding you tightly as he ever so carefully worked his length into you. 

“That’s it, pretty girl…” he praised, kissing your forehead, “Let me in, that’s a good girl. Look at you, doin’ so fuckin’ well. You’re so perfect...shit…” he groaned as he finally bottomed out.

You pulled away, gasping as you leaned back against the wall, eyes finding where you were connected. He followed your gaze, pupils blown wide at the sight of your sweet little pussy stretched wide. 

“So tight around me,” he whispered, bringing a hand up to his mouth to lick his thumb. You meet his gaze as the digit finds you hard clit, circling the bud as he slowly begins to rock his hips against you. Clutching his shirt, you cling to him, your mouth falling open as your walls begin to clench around him. He grins, “Cum for me, kitten. Soak my cock like a good girl and I’ll fuck you nice and good. I’ll show those little bitches whose cunt it is that makes me fuckin’ cum.”

You lean your forehead against him, pecking his lips as your body tenses up. Issei continues to work your bud, working the last couple inches of his cock in and out of you slowly as you reach your high. Your thighs tighten around him, walls squeezing his cock nice and tight. Your mouth open as you moan his name only for his hand to slap down around your mouth, his eyes narrowed. In your pleasure, you didn’t notice the icy glare he casted towards two men who paused to watch the show. As you trembled and whimpered against your boyfriend, cumming hard around his thick cock, they attempted to catch a peek of the way your cunt was stuffed, nice and full. 

Thankfully, the position didn’t allow them the pleasure of seeing what was his. Once they got the hint and passed by, hard in their jeans, he began to properly fuck you. You were still coming down and cried out against his hand. He hissed, opting to slip two fingers into your mouth. Immediately, you wrapped your lips around them and worked your tongue along the skin. He groaned, moving his other hand to support your back. 

“You feel so good, came so good for me,” he whispered, licking his lips as he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth. The cool metal of his rings brushed your lips and you whimpered when he suddenly pulled them away.

“Your cock’s so good, Issei,” you praise, grinding your hips down as you toss your arms around his shoulders, “Pl-Please fill me up.”

“Yeah? You want my cum?” he growled, cupping the back of your head to hold you close against him, “Want me to show them I’m yours? That your cunt is the one I fill up every night?”

“Y-Yeah,” you whisper, glancing over to see the girls still standing there. They all wore expressions of arousal, thighs clenched together as they watched your perfect boyfriend fuck you, “You’re mine, Issei. T-Tell me you love me.”

“Fuck,” his groaned, hips losing their rhythm, “I love you so fuckin’ much. No one will ever own me so completely; heart, mind, and body, baby. Shit, you’re the one I��m gonna marry and have kids with. You’re it for me, kitten. I’m so...fuckin’ in love with you.”

He spoke loud enough for them to hear, knowing exactly what you needed. You felt tears prick your eyes and you couldn’t help but press your lips against his, “Cum for me, Issei. Please.”

“Fuck, shit!” he groaned, breaking the kiss to bury his face in your neck, “I love you so goddamn much, kitten.”

You shuddered as he came, cock spitting his hot load into your sensitive walls. Your cunt clenched sporadically around him, close to your final orgasm but not being able to fall over the edge before his own high ended. 

He continued to hold you for a long moment, peppering kisses along your skin as you released your thighs from around his waist. He continued to hold you close against him as he came down.

“Do you need to cum again, kitten?” he asked softly, noticing the way you were clenching your thighs. 

You bit your lip and he grinned, reached between your thighs once more. You eagerly spread them and clutched his t-shirt in your fists as he circled your clit with his skilled fingers. Resting his forehead against yours, he worked your bud until your cunt was clasping desperately around nothing, pushing his cum from your little hole. He cursed and gathered it on his fingers as you came down, minimizing the mess before bringing his digits to your lips. You grinned, sultry and hungry as you took them into your mouth, cleaning his cum from his skin. 

He cursed, pulling away to button up his jeans and redo his belt. He was slowly getting hard again and he wanted to get home to fuck you in the comfort of your own shared bed. 

You fixed your panties, wincing as more of his cum dripped into the fabric. He took your hand and tugged you out of the dark corner, cooing when you clung onto his arm. 

“Oh,” he paused next to the ladies who had yet to move. They looked up at him with wide eyes, a dash of hope still in their gazes as he finally acknowledged him, “You could never compare yourself to her. That’d be like comparing dog food to caviar.” 

The girls gasped at the insult as Issei chuckled and tugged your hand to pull you along behind him. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught their glazes and grinned, knowing you had won. 

And that you had round 2 waiting for you at home. 

[sovtwords]

a king and his pawns

pairing: kita shinsuke x reader x miya atsumu warnings: 18+, royalty!au, threesome (M/M/F), bisexuality, anal, double penetration, hand jobs, blow jobs, doggystyle, kissing with cum, dom/sub undertones, fluff, established relationship w/c: 7.7k a/n: -AO3 LINK HERE- This is a little side-story thing I wrote for a royal!au I haven't actually gotten around to writing yet so WELP. It's fine tho, this was written for Kita's bday and he deserves it. LOVE YOU!! This fic features men engaging in sexual acts together so if that ain't your cup of tea then feel free to back out if you're uncomfortable! I'm bad at writing smut anyway, you'd probably be doing yourself a favour lmao. Regardless, enjoy!! Please lemme know what you think.

Kita Shinsuke was stressed. It’s not often the King loses his cool, but it seems as though life wishes to taunt him this week. Trade with Corvus has momentarily stopped due to an internal dispute meaning the Kingdom will be low on textiles for the unforeseeable future, a sudden drought has put the crops at risk, and Ginjima continues to test his patience with every new raid on the homesteads just outside of the kingdoms border - not within where Kita can arrest him, but close enough to be a thorn in his side.

He’s so very tired and so very alone, and everyone sees it as they convene for weekly meetings. They eye him with worry, yet he shrugs off every word of concern with the grace as befitting his title, though his Masters of War and Prosperity respectively eye him the most, the worry so potent on Lady Miya’s face he feels a warmth blooming in his chest. She even dares to lay a comforting hand on her king, and he allows only her to disregard her courtesies (not that she would ever forget them) and touch him. It’s nice to be treated well.

The meeting ends, and Kita is so close to retiring to his balcony to rest for a while until he notices that the happily married couple stay. “Ya alright there, Kita?” Atsumu asks, opting to drop all formalities and talk as friends like when they were younger. Kita’s glad for it.

“I’m fine,” he lies, and knows it wasn’t very convincing with the way they stare in disbelief. “Things are just tense right now. I’m sure we’re all feeling it,” he elaborates. Lady Miya takes his hand in hers once more, small fingers gripping tightly onto his. He keeps his eyes trained on them.

“That’s right, but you don’t have to burden this alone. It’s why you have your council. And you don’t have to hide anything from us. We’re here to listen to you, my King, so please – share your worries with us, so that you might feel better.”

Ah. His heart clenches with affection, and a soft smile grows on his face when he looks at the earnestness in your gaze, thumb idly stroking your fingers and momentarily forgetting that your husband is still in the room, sitting just to his left. But it’s so easy to forget that when his attention is focused on the right of the table, when Atsumu himself hasn’t said a word when normally he would screech if anyone dared get chummy with his wife, King or not.

“Thank you, my Lady. It warms my heart to know that you care so deeply,” he says carefully, pulling back with a quiet sigh. “But I’m fine, truly. I find that reading the books that you gifted to me helps me to relax.”

“I know another way ya might relax,” Atsumu interrupts before his wife gets sucked into a long conversation about stories.

“What is it?”

“Well, it’s something more suited for behind the doors of your chambers, if ya catch my drift,” Atsumu smirks, while his Lady looks appalled. Kita feels the tips of his ears burn but keeps his expression as stony as ever.

“That’s crude, Atsumu. And you know that I’m averse to…” he trails off awkwardly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. Atsumu laughs.

“I know ya don’t take concubines. But that doesn’t stop ya from reading the spicier books in the library, does it?”

“What’s yer point, Atsumu?” He asks bluntly. Better to get whatever trick he has planned over and done with. The blonde smirks, eyes shifting between himself and his wife.

“Was just wonderin’ if ya wanted a private show, that’s all. My Lady here makes for quite the spectacle. Just a way for ya to destress.”

Lady Miya gasps loudly, a blush burning on her face as she stares at her husband in complete shock while Kita’s heart stalls in his chest.

Watch his friends while they… No. That’s a boundary he should not cross. No matter how many times his eyes have slipped downwards to where your chest is pushed upwards by the corsets of your newer dresses, or how smooth your neck looked when you lean over to discuss reports with him, he…no. Such intimacy should belong in their bedroom, not his. Right?

“Atsumu, that's not a funny joke. You should watch your mouth and apologise to your wife for embarrassing her“

“Hold on now, your highness, she didn’t say no.”

Kita blinks. Looking to where she sits, he sees the obvious humiliation on her face, clear as day as the heat on her cheeks. But with it, a look of conflict, a spark of curiosity in your eyes when they lock with his.

“I…If it pleases my King, then I don’t mind. I would do anything for my King,” she says resolutely, and the way your voice grows airy every time she speaks of his title sends sparks straight to his groin. He swallows harshly, opens and closes his mouth a few times as he feels the heat of Atsumu’s smirk boring down on him. It had definitely been a while since he’d done anything of that nature, but… was this really ok?

It’s silent for what seems like forever. Eventually Kita calls out to the servant standing outside the council room.

“Find the largest chaise you can find and have it delivered to my room. I want it there by tonight.”

God’s above, save him. He was really going through with this.

- - - - - - - -

Night has fallen, the castle is quiet.

He doesn’t know how he should act. It seems as though nobody except Atsumu knows how to act, if the way Lady Miya sits with her back straight as a pillar and arms folded politely in her lap was any indication. Atsumu lounges against the chaise in front of Kita’s bed with a drink in one hand and fingers twirling through the sash of your robe in the other , waiting for either Kita or his wife to make any sort of move, though it seems as though their nerves have gotten the best of them.

“Shy, Kita?” the blonde Lord asks. Kita gives an embarrassed furrow of his brows, but stays quiet. Atsumu chuckles. “Well then. Does my King agree to let me be the one in charge tonight?”

How treacherous of Atsumu to ask, but with no real idea on how to go about this, Kita relinquishes control with a mute nod of his head. Better to let Atsumu take the reins than for him to accidentally cross a boundary he was unsure of. Atsumu downs his wine in record time, and moves to place it on a nearby dresser before returning to his Lady. He takes hold of your face with such reverence and love that Kita has to look away and swallow down the bitter jealousy swirling like bile in his gut. He hears Atsumu whisper some reassurances to you, and nimble fingers undo the sash around your waist.

You stand up at Atsumu’s request, and he takes your spot on the chaise, posted in front of the King for his viewing pleasure. “Didn’t want ya to miss this,” Lord Miya says, and swiftly loosens your robes, letting them pool around your feet and laying bare your silky and soft flesh for Kita to see. Dark eyes rove over plump breasts, wide hips and thick thighs, and he’s convinced that no concubine in the world could ever compete with the beauty standing in front of him, made all the more sweeter that you’re a coveted treasure by your husband, making Kita the only other man to ever see you like this. It makes his cock twitch in his breeches, and makes Atsumu smile devilishly because he knows the effect this is having on his superior.

Your gasp alerts him to the fingers that have slipped between your legs from behind to cup your sex, brushing against the light hair that Kita wants nothing more than to bury his face in right now. “She’s as sweet as a peach, this one,” Atsumu coos, pressing all the right buttons and gifting Kita with moans and sighs that Angels would blush to hear. “As wet as one, too. Let’s show King Kita, shall we?”

Without prodding you sit in Atsumu’s lap and allow him to spread your legs wide, and the candlelight makes the slick gathering on your cunt and thighs glisten, Kita’s brain faltering at the sight. His body grows hot with want, with need , and he nearly rips his shirt off of his body, composure slipping with each second that passes. Atsumu offered to let him watch, but now he’s not sure if he’s content to be just a bystander.

You hum and squeal when Atsumu pushes two of his fingers past your folds, pushing in and out at a gentle pace that you’re no doubt familiar with as he prepares you for greater things to come. “Yer so quiet, Kita. Are ya not enjoying yourself?”

The Lady  looks at him then, a gentle pinch to her brows. “Are you…not satisfied with me, my King?”

Atsumu flashes an exaggerated pout over your shoulder. “Yeah, my King. After exposin’ my wife like this for ya, is she not enough?”

“She’s beautiful,” he chokes, clears his throat but it has little effect with how thick with lust his voice has grown. “She’s perfect.”

The smile on your pretty little face does funny things with his head.

“Ya hear that, my love?” Atsumu holds you close and rocks you side to side. “The King thinks yer beautiful. I dunno if many ladies can say that. Say thank you.”

“T-Thank you, my King. I’m honoured,” you grin. Kita gives you a small smile in return, though it falters at the edges when Atsumu catches you off guard and thrusts his fingers into you with great speed. It sounds wet and hot and Kita’s hand wraps around the bulge in his pants, stiff and begging to be touched, especially when the usually composed Lady Miya in front of him whimpers and pants like you’re in heat, moving your hips in sensual ways and locking eyes with Kita to steal the air from his lungs.

“A-Atsumu!” you gasp, wrapping a hand behind you to grasp the hair of your husband, but the smirk stays on his face, enjoying your plight. “Be gentle!”

“You love it,” he shushes you, planting kisses on your neck and biting down on your shoulder when you grow too rowdy. “Besides, we promised King Kita a good show, didn’t we? I have to prepare ya, don’t want ya cryin’ because yer tight hole wasn’t ready to be filled.”

You moan loudly when Atsumu brushes over your clitoris roughly, small hands moving to cover your mouth, and it’s the final push Kita needed to remove his trousers and take his cock in hand.

You watch in silence as he undresses, eyes immediately zoning in on the length and girth of his member, biting your lip for a different reason than when your husband removes his fingers from your core. Atsumu brings them up to the light to look at them curiously. They’re soaked from knuckle to fingertip, and when he pulls them apart tendrils of your slick keep them connected. Kita’s overcome with the desire to touch it, to touch you, see how you taste.

The smile Atsumu gives him sends chills through his body, as if his Master of War had read his mind.

“I think he wants a taste, my sweet,” Atsumu rubs soothing circles into your hip with his free hand, keeping his calculating eyes on his King. “What do you think?”

“The King can have whatever he wants,” is your answer, hiding a smile in your husband’s jawline while he laughs. Fuck, they were going to drive Kita insane. What surprises him even more, is instead of offering your pussy for Kita to lose himself in, Atsumu holds out his hand, like offering his fealty to the King once more as he had sworn so long ago.

“Then by all means, have a taste.”

There is a moment where it’s entirely too silent save for the heavy breathing Lady Miya is trying to get under control. A million thoughts run through Kita’s mind as his eyes flicker between Atsumu’s fingers, his childhood friends’ face, and the naked woman before him. It feels like entirely new territory, uncharted waters that Kita has only thought about dipping his toes into before running back out for fear of falling too deep into the water.

But in Atsumu’s eyes there's nothing but trust and desire, and in your eyes there's encouragement and adoration. His heart hammers in his chest, and burns with the overwhelming love and support from his closest. It makes his limbs move before his brain can catch up, leaning forward with his mouth opening while Atsumu’s grin grows wider, taking the digits in his mouth before hesitation can settle.

It’s strange, to suck on your best friend’s fingers, long and thick in his mouth, calloused from years of sword fighting as his tongue brushes against the pads of his fingertips. He can barely taste the saltiness of his skin though, as your sweet juices invade his senses like a summer wine, pure and sweet like the woman they came from. He grabs hold of Atsumu’s wrist when he makes to remove them, licking and scraping his teeth on them in a way that makes Atsumu’s breath hitch with widened eyes, and Kita mentally records it as a win before slowly releasing with a pop, lines of spit breaking the further away Kita gets as he takes his place on his bed once more, precum leaking from his slit.

It is Lady Miya who breaks Atsumu out of his trance with a gentle hand cupping his cheek and turning his attention back to the situation at hand. The smile on your face is light-hearted, if not mischievous, a gleam to your eye letting Kita know that you enjoyed what you just witnessed. “I think, dear husband, I’m ready to get fucked hard for the King.”

An impish grin blooms on Atsumu’s flushed face immediately at his wife’s forwardness. Honestly, Kita had never expected the Lady to be this way. You had always been on the reserved side, befitting your rank and lessons in etiquette. Quiet, polite, spoke when spoken to. If someone had told him a few years ago when Atsumu had introduced you to Kita when you were still giving the twins lessons in etiquette that he would be witnessing you in such a lewd position and answering all of the fantasies he had locked away, he would have almost laughed out loud at the absurd notion.

Funny how life works.

“Should we let his Royal Highness choose how I do it?” The blonde pushes his hair out of his eyes, and both Lord and Lady Miya look at him, eyes alight with interest.

“I…,” Kita clears his throat, brain bringing forth images of every position imaginable. He squeezes the base of his cock. Save it for the grand finale. “I want the Lady on her hands and knees facing me.”

That causes Atsumu to laugh in delight.

“Ah, takin’ her from behind, like mounting a bitch in heat,” he snorts. You pout at the language, but Atsumu kisses it away, lips pressing lightly against the bridge of your nose until you’re smiling again. “Never would’ve assumed ya liked it that way. Not very proper, is it?” Atsumu comments.

“Are you here to question your King on what he likes in bed, or are you going to deliver on your promise and show me somethin’ good?” Kita remarks.

Atsumu delivers another laugh as he lifts his wife off of his lap and places her onto the soft, cushioned chaise lounge as promised, knees spread apart and encouraging you to lean onto your elbows.

For a moment, as Atsumu undresses, he regrets not choosing a position that allows him to watch more closely as he enters in and out of you, but any complaints he has dies when Atsumu spits into his hand and rubs at his stiff member, lining it up with your entrance. Kita nearly cums all over his hand when he locks eyes with the woman across from him as Atsumu pushes in with a sigh of relief, no doubt seeking any sort of pleasure for his aching cock just like Kita. At least he has a pussy to bury himself in. King Kita just has his fist.

Your eyes flutter as Atsumu goes deeper into your tight cavern, groaning and furrowing your brows while you clutch onto the chair beneath you. You whimper when he bottoms out, and are only given a moment to adjust while Atsumu looks at Kita in question.

‘Shall I start?’, he seems to say.

Kita nods, and watches in perverse fascination as Atsumu rears his hips back and thrusts forward once more, making you choke on a scream as he sets a relentless pace, not holding anything back.

Your moans mix with yelps and screams of pleasure as your husband pounds into you from behind, round hands on soft hips and curls loosening from where they were pinned back on your head. Kita’s eyes stay glued to where your tits bounce with the force, hand finally giving him some relief and stroking his weeping cock, unwinding some of the tension in his shoulders and stoking the fire in his gut. He wants to reach out and fondle your chest, your nipples, but stays his hand, fear of crossing that damned boundary getting to him.

Atsumu is loud, he realises, almost as loud as his wife is right now. He groans and he growls like a wild animal, so overcome by the feeling of his Lady, of everything that she is, and praises fall from his lips like the water rushes down the mountain’s peaks.

“F-Fuck, yer so tight, I love it,” he grits, reaching over to grab hold of your chest like Kita wanted to do so badly. “So wet for me, for your King. Ya love getting fucked in front of him, practically beggin’ me for weeks.”

Kit almost feels as if he shouldn’t be hearing this conversation, but such crude words make him fist his cock faster, wet with precum and helping him ease the friction of hand to dick.

“A-Atsumu, I-”

“Don’t lie,” he laughs. He pinches your nippple roughly, and earns himself a gasp. “Every time ya called me yer sweet King, you were thinkin’ ‘bout him, too. Weren’t ya?”

You can say nothing, only look at your ruler with unbridled lust in your eyes. It’s getting harder to breathe now as he pumps his dick in time with his friend’s thrusts, entranced by the look on your face and Atsumu’s voice.

“Thought s-so,” Atsumu stutters when he rubs at your clit and you squeez hard. “Well, I’d do anythin’ for ya. Guess that includes fuckin’ ya silly in front of your King.”

Atsumu tsk’s and lifts your torso up so Kita can have the best seat in the house. Eyes stay glued to where they are connected, pistoning in and out of your walls and glistening with your slick. It brings forth images of wanting to get closer, let his tongue feel the both of them at once but it's so outlandish that it brings heat to his cheeks and pushes him closer to his release, chest heaving with exertion as everyone in the room reaches a crescendo like a symphony of sex.

That is until Atsumu stops abruptly, and it's so sudden and odd when the sounds of skin slapping cease that it causes everyone to lose their high, cooling down with irritation and impatience.

Atsumu's chest heaves air with great effort, yet his eyes are sharp as he regards his King.

"I think," he starts, easing out of his wife slowly, making you whine at the loss. "King Kita is lookin' a lil lonely. And it's our duty as his advisors and subjects to serve the King, right my love?"

You blink in surprise, when a smile curls at the corner of your lips, one that you definitely learned from your husband. Affection blooms on Atsumu's face at your reaction.

"We should give him a hand," the blonde declares, and suddenly he's carrying his wife over to the royal bed, laying you down gently against the rich, maroon satins and silks, hair splayed around you in rivulets like water. With equal parts curiosity and hesitation lacing his limbs, he moves further up the bed at Atsumu's insistence, coming face to face with you as you smiled kindly at him, lidded eyes and bottom lip plump from where you bite it.

He gives you one in return, one of the rare, genuine smiles he reserves for when he's with his closest and when he's happy. The sound of a throat clearing snaps his attention back to where Atsumu kneels at the end of the bed, cock bouncing against his lower stomach with every shift on the featherbed.

"Does my King allow us to do as we please with him?"

It's almost embarrassing how quickly he says yes, aching to feel the touch of something other than his own hand for once. Atsumu smirks.

“Wonderful.”

Moving closer, all three find themselves huddled in a circle of sorts, with two sets of eyes hungrily staring at him. Atsumu looks at his wife, and she stares right back. It becomes apparent to Kita then and there, that there is no imbalance between them. Though you may fold your hands when appropriate and open your mouth when addressed in broad daylight, though Atsumu’s words and hands guide you behind closed doors and you part your legs for him like a blossoming flower, they are, without a doubt, equals in every sense of the word. Atsumu gazes at you with such adoration it would give the poets something to sing about for centuries to come, and he is certain that if you were to give an order, Atsumu would bend and do it for you, no questions asked.

It’s funny - the Master of War and the Master of Prosperity; two things that could never work hand in hand, but ultimately make for a wonderful pair.

And it makes Kita’s heart yearn for even a drop, an ounce of what they share, for someone to look at him the way they do each other.

“Maybe I should give you some tips on how to go about it, my sweet,” Atsumu says, and it’s all the warning Kita gets before a large, rough hand wraps itself around his member. He jerks at the feeling, eyes wide at the blonde smirking before him, and he looks frantically at the Lady beside him who offers nothing more than a demure upturn of her lips.

“What are you doing?” demands Kita, but the words end in a choke when Atsumu’s thumb swipes over the head of his cock.

“I’m showin’ my wife how to please ya.”

“I-I think she w-would..” Kita has to stop talking to emit a whimper when Atsumu’s hand squeezes his dick. He swallows hard. “I think she would know how to please a man by now.”

“Hmm, yer right. She sure does know how to get me going, but…”

He removes his hand from Kita’s shaft for a brief moment to lift his wife’s leg, dragging a hand through your thighs and bringing it back to Kita’s erection, now slick with his wife’s juices and providing smoother friction.

“No harm in remindin’ her of the lessons. Watch carefully, love.”

It moves expertly up and down his length, knowing when to twist and squeeze, when to go fast and slow. Kita’s hips jerk up into Atsumu’s hand, unable to help the sighs and moans flying out from his chest. It feels good, so so so good, and a softer, more feminine pair of hands scrape gently over his chest, toying with his pert nipples and sending sparks straight down to his groin.

“He seems to like that,” you whisper, pressing your lips to the pulse in his neck. Kita is positive it must be ready to burst from his skin right now, yet still you suck and nip and paint his skin in the most delicate hues while your husband’s hand increases in speed. His other hand reaches down to fondle Kita’s balls, heavy and begging for release. Whines and whimpers grow louder as he approaches that sweet edge.

Atsumu hums. “He’s got a pretty cock, doesn’t he, my love? I bet you’re just drippin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it inside ya. Hungry for another man's dick.”

You shiver from your spot beside Kita, a hand scratching at his scalp and sending tingles down his spine, and a pink tongue poking out to lick at his nipples.

“P-Please…” Kita begs.

“Well, ’m hungry myself,” Atsumu continues, and swiftly dips down to take the head of Kita’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand never ceases its upwards and downwards motion. It's wet and hot, and the swirling of Atsumu's tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that had gathered is enough to make Kita moan aloud in surprise and pleasure. His face glowing red as he desperately thrusts into Atsumu's mouth but his brain is too clouded with lust to feel embarrassed at this moment.

His fingers grip onto rich bed sheets as he loses himself in the heat of Atsumu’s mouth, that mischievous tongue of his being put to good use and stroking the vein on the underside of his prick before bobbing up and down in time with his hand. It’s almost overwhelming, feeling tongues on different parts of his body but it feels glorious, to have these mouths worship and love him like he craves but never says aloud.

It feels like Atsumu’s mouth is barely on him for a moment before Kita is grasping onto the nearest things he could latch onto, Atsumu’s head of hair and your hand conveniently already in his, and he holds onto both for dear life as he cums with a loud and long groan, releasing into his friends mouth with surprise and twitching with the aftershocks when Atsumu keeps him in his mouth for a tad too long.

“T-Too much, please,” he stutters, and Atsumu takes pity on him for the time being, laughing at how wild and unkempt his King looks right now.

“I guess you’ll have to test out yer skills next time. Come here,” hands reach for his Lady’s face, and he lets drops of Kita’s cum still in his mouth fall into your own open and awaiting jaws, sealing it with a kiss that’s all tongue and wildness. The perverse sight of them sharing his fluids makes his cock twitch to life again with alarming speed, but it’s also the words echoing in his ears that stick with him.

Next time. Implying that this won’t be a once off thing, a strange night to remember for years to come.

It makes him hard in seconds, even after spilling his seed in his friend's mouth.

If the couple beside him are surprised at his recovery time, only Lady Miya shows it with a raise of your eyebrows in pleasant surprise.

“Do you wish for more, my King?” you ask, traces of his load shining on the corners of your lips. He stops himself from reaching over to lick it off.

“Yes,” Kita sighs, and his chest seems to deflate with the motion, his words needy and wanting. “Please - keep going.”

“What do you want? Anything for you,” your hand cups his face with such gentleness he could cry. How sad it must be, for the simple touch of a person could be enough to shake him.

“I n-need you, I want you on top of me-” he has to stop himself with a sharp intake of breath. Eyes wide with fear look over to where Atsumu sits, a uncharacteristically stoic look on his face that makes Kita’s anxiety flare up. After a moment of silent contemplation, he opens his mouth.

“Does my King command it?”

It offers Kita a moment to rethink his words, to retrace his steps before they were taken. And as he looks at the faces of his friends for any signs of discomfort, looks at you for clear rejection, he sees no hesitation or resistance in either of their expressions. Only eagerness, anticipation for what could come. It strengthens his resolve.

“He does,” Kita says, with the air and grace of the King in power he is. And Atsumu grins like that cat who got the cream.

“Perfect,” he sings. “Lay back, yer Grace. Let us do everythin’ for ya.”

Doing as told, Kita finds himself a comfortable spot against the pillows and cushions, cock resting hard on his belly and watching as Atsumu coaxes his wife to straddle his hips. Hands fly instinctively to the squishy flesh of your hips and thighs, smooth like satin, and his grip on you only grows tighter once he feels just how wet you are, practically dripping onto his lower abdomen. It drives him mad with excitement, knowing he’s seconds away from shoving himself into your tight hole.

“Go on,” Atsumu encourages when you look back at him in question. “I’ll help ya when ya need me.”

Biting your lip, you peer down at Kita.

“I’m ready,” he assures you with a squeeze of your hips. You reach down to grab his member and he hisses when you pump him a few times, dragging it up and down your soaked folds. He worries his bottom lip at the sensation, and just when he gets used to it you line him up with your entrance and begin to sink down on him, ever so slowly.

He loses the ability to breathe when your warm heat engulfs him. His eyelids flutter, his toes curl, and they haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. Atsumu hums in approval when you finally sink down, hips flush with Kita’s, sighing in unison. You can’t help the grinding of your hips, trying to accommodate his size and girth, but it makes him growl and still your hips. “Give me a second,” he pleads. And you do, leaning down to give him his first kiss of the night. He can taste himself on your tongue, taste Atsumu along with him, and your tongues tentatively brush and move against each other as you grow accustomed to the feeling of your lips on the others.

He catches his breath when you pull away, blinking out of a stupor, and it seems as though Atsumu has had enough with waiting, for he clears his throat loudly. “Ready to get started?” They both nod. “Good.”

With that said, Atsumu holds on tightly to your hips, hands over Kita’s that stay locked on your flesh, and begins to slowly lift you off of his cock, only to push right back down. Kita groans at the fluttering of your gummy walls around him, head thrown against the pillows while Atsumu increases the speed and pace with which he picks his wife's body up, getting you into a mindblowing rhythm and bouncing you on Kita’s member.

Atsumu certainly dictates the speed and rhythm right now, and the coil in Kita’s gut begins to make a reappearance with every clench of your pussy around him. You’re both at the mercy of Atsumu, who alternates between stealing the air from Kita’s lungs with bringing your hips down hard and fast, or slowly and maddeningly gyrating your hips so that Kita presses against every spot inside of you, massaging that sweet, spongy flesh hidden deep inside that has you gasping out a strange mix of their names and clawing onto Kita’s chest for stability.

“That feel good?” Atsumu asks. He’s met with a chorus of moans and whines from his Lady and his King, but he isn’t satisfied with that. “I said, does that feel good?”

“Y-Yes, my Lord!” You gasp, and are rewarded with kisses and nips to your neck by your husband. Dark eyes peer at Kita over your shoulder, demanding an answer from him as well.

“Yes,” the white haired man grunts. “F-Feels so fuck- fucking good.”

“My, my! Our King has a naughty mouth. My sweet, how does his cock feel?”

Your moans are light and breathless when Atsumu rocks your hips back and forth. Your juices stain Kita’s abdomen, and he’s tempted to reach out and swipe some up on his finger to lick. “He feels so big! So so so big, it’s too much, it’s- oh!”

Kita is almost as surprised as you are when Atsumu guides his King’s hand to your swollen folds, showing him how to rub at your clit with practiced motions. You careen in response, hips moving erratically and crying about how good it feels.

“Tell him, not me,” Atsumu laughs.

“Oh, my King, my sweet King, you feel amazing. I love your cock so much, stuffin’ me full, I can’t take it, I love it I love it I love it!”

Your praise, your words, the heat of your cunt; it all goes straight to his head and his heart, and the coil in his gut tightens dangerously, ready to burst his seed into you and fill you up, but Atsumu has your plans before he can reach his peak.

Atsumu lifts your hips up one final time, but doesn't bring them back down. The disappointment in the room is immeasurable, denied a high once more when they were just so close to falling off the edge. Lady Miya whines loudly and impatiently, having been denied her orgasm twice now.

"I know, baby, I know," Atsumu coos, pets your hair and soothes the furrow of your brows. "But I was gettin' a lil lonely over here. I wanna join in."

Your eyes light up in question, staring at him questioningly and obeying when he orders you to bend over. Chest to chest with Kita, the King cradles you closely, brushes loose strands of hair out of your eyes, and allows himself a simple peck to your lips, one that you return with two of your own.

But you jump in shock when Atsumu spreads your cheeks apart and spits loudly onto your rear.

"Atsumu! You...you mean to-"

"Shh. You trust me, don't ya?"

"Always," she answers without hesitation, and the smile he gives you is warm and full of love.

"Then just wait," he rubs a finger over your puckered hole, spreading the spit and watching in fascination how it responds to his touches. He loves your cunt like a drunk loves his wine, but your ass is just as addictive. Really, any part of you is more than enough for him.

You bite your lip when a finger dips in, struggling to accommodate the invasive digit. Kita distracts you with more kisses, hands on your breasts, pulling at your hardened nipples and drinking in your moans like he's breathing in the fresh air of the morning.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers in your ear, watching over your shoulder as Atsumu adds a second finger, pumps them in and out so carefully. The blonde reaches around to lightly toy with your clit - not enough to make you cum, but enough to make you relax and less restrictive. "He's lucky to have married ya."

"Shinsuke," she sighs into his own ears, and it sends shivers down his spine. It's very rare people can address him as Kita without his title, let alone his first name, but it sounds so beautiful coming from the lips of his friends.

"Yer doin' so well," Atsumu praises, free hand massaging the globe of your ass cheek once Kita’s clumsy fingers take over the role of rubbing your nub. "Stretchin' ya out real good. You want both of our cocks, don't ya?"

"I do, I want them so bad-"

"Think you can handle us?"

"Yes, please! God, Tsumu, I wanna be stuffed with both of your cocks-"

"Damn, you get loud when yer needy." Atsumu drags his erection through the folds of your pussy, gathering as much of your juices to coat his dick once again before he lines it up with your back entrance. "We'll take things nice and slow."

It seems as if Atsumu is reassuring more than just his wife with that statement, and Kita is grateful for it.

You bite down on the skin of his shoulder when Atsumu removes his fingers and presses the tip of his dick at your hole. You’re clenching hard and gasping at the stretch, and Kita works with Atsumu to soothe your cries and kiss away your tears.

He kisses your lips when you give a harsh wail as Atsumu presses in further, not even halfway in yet but groaning at how tight it feels. He spits once again where you're both connected while you twitch and sigh as Kita's fingers return to your swollen bud.

"Yer doing amazing, such a good girl," Kita peppers your cheeks with light kisses, and with one last thrust Atsumu is fully seated with his cock in your ass, glassy eyed and chest heaving with tension as he gives the pair of you a moment to adjust.

He bends over to lick and kiss a line up your spine. "Your turn Shinsuke." Kita stalls, wondering for a moment if you really are ready to take them both at once, but Atsumu mistakes his silence for hesitation. "Need help with that?"

Lord Miya reaches down to gently guide Kita towards your sopping hole, and he sucks in a breath as your hips lower agonisingly slow to sink down on him until both of their members are filling you to the brim.

You're a panting and whining mess atop of him, fighting to catch your breath whilst Kita fights to make sense of what he's feeling right now. He can nearly feel Atsumu press against him through a thin layer inside of your pussy, every budge of his hips making his chest tighten at the friction.

"Tell us when to move," your husband says. After a moment of getting used to the stretch with little twitches of your hips, you nod frantically.

"I'm OK, you can move."

"I'll let Kita do the honours," Atsumu smirks.

Lifting his legs higher up the bed for leverage, Kita gives an experimental thrust into your core. It feels so good when you clamp down with a whimper, and so he does it again, and again, until he's set a slow but steady rhythm and enjoys the look of pleasure on your face, the way you bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning too loud but failing miserably.

Gradually becoming more comfortable and succumbing to pleasure, Atsumu begins to move gently, pulling out slowly and pressing back in, so as not to disrupt Kita’s flow but your reaction is immediate, a sharp gasp and a whine for more, arching your back and trying to reach behind to your husband. He leans over to allow you to thread fingers through his hair, and begins to grind faster into you, trying to match Kita’s pace and intensity.

“S-Shit, yer so tight, yer... fuck-” he curses and stutters his hips. “God I love ya- I love ya so much.”

“Please, g-give me m-more!”

“My pretty little slut,” he coos, and you sob into Kita’s chest. “So- fuck, so fuckin’ greedy. You wanna get fucked hard?”

“Gods, yes! I want to be full of your cum, please please please-”

“S-Shit,” he swears, and Kita watches as the careful, calculated look Atsumu kept in his eyes all night suddenly turns wild, frenzied, just about ready to tear you apart like you desired. “You asked for it, pretty girl.” He gives Kita a look. “Ready?”

The King nods. “Ready.”

The blondes' lips curl up at the edges, and you’re only given a moment before both sets of cocks begin ramming into you with such great force that it has you falling on top of Kita, where he wraps his arms around your frame to keep you steady. Words turn into coherent babbles and cries as they piston in and out of you in near perfect unison, and it’s the friction Kita so desperately craved as your wet walls and Atsumu’s shaft rub him so deliciously that his orgasm rears it head once more, building so perfectly and steadily that he feels like he’s reaching Cloud Nine.

Kita unwinds one of his arms from around your waist to reach Atsumu’s ass to give the flesh an affectionate squeeze, causing him to meet Kita’s eyes over your head. Atsumu leans down to capture Kita’s lips in a sloppy kiss, one that’s more tongue and spit and passion than anything else, and the King barely has any second to catch air when he pulls away before your tongue prods at his lips, lips that he opens willingly like heavenly gates. And when Atsumu joins in again, and he feels two messy sets of tongues invade his mouth, one rough and demanding, the other soft and sweet, he can do nothing more than let out a whine and try to keep up with the wonderful sensations taking hold of his body.

He’s given some reprieve when Atsumu pulls back to sit up, grasping at your hips and fucking into you so fast you’re stupefied, mouth hanging open and drooling on Kita’s chest. He doesn’t mind - rather, he doesn’t really notice, too busy focusing on your bouncing tits in front of his eyes, on the occasional brush of Atsumu’s sack on his skin, and the rising coil in his gut, ready to snap at any moment.

Hips jump erratically off the bed when Atsumu rubs at your clit hard and fast, nearly crushing Kita’s cock from how tightly you squeeze the both of them as your husband brings you to your mind shattering end.

“I’m cumming! I’m- I-”

It’s all you’re able to say as your peak washes over you in waves of heat, and he feels your juices gush out on top of his skin as you do so. Fuck, he’s nearly there, so close, just a bit more-

“I’m c-close, I’m so close-” Kita stutters.

“Cum for me,” Atsumu growls, pounding into your ass with abandon while you fall onto Kita’s torso, arms wrapped around his neck and sobbing so pitifully in his ear. “Cum for us, Shinsuke.”

It’s the push he needed. He’s shooting his seed into your core with a strangled shout, pumping load after load right into you while Atsumu follows, unloading into your ass with a curse and a moan of your name, going balls deep and spilling all that he has while your walls milk them for all that they have.

Atsumu collapses on top of both of you with a tired sigh, and while Kita’s body protests at the added weight, his mouth can’t quite catch up with his brain at the moment, so he simply lays there as the heat of the room falls over all of you like a blanket.

Both cocks begin to soften inside of you. Ever so gently, they pull out, seed escaping your holes and dripping slowly onto the sheets as you whine at the loss and clench around nothing, feeling so terribly empty and almost wishing they had stayed inside of you. But it gives you an opportunity to rest, and Atsumu flips you on your side until he’s laying you down on the bed, littering kisses all over your body and singing praises about how well you did for them, how much of a good girl you are.

You smile sleepily, exhaustion overtaking your limbs, and Kita can only cup your face and rub his thumbs on your cheekbones, uncertain if kissing you would be crossing a line now that the deed has been done. You arch into his touch while Atsumu leaves to get a cloth.

“Was that ok for you, my King?”

Ah. Of course you would put him above yourself. He smiles warmly at that.

“That was wonderful. You were perfect,” he answers honestly, and you practically glow with pride at his words. When Atsumu returns, Kita takes the cloth, opting to be the one to clean the mess between your legs. It’s the least he could do after all that they’ve done for him.

It grows silent once he finishes, looking over to see Atsumu holding you close from behind. Your eyelids are drooping and your eyes grow hazy with every kiss and rub Atsumu gives to you, yet when Kita is about to excuse himself, to find solitude in a bath and let the married couple have his bedchambers for the night, you reach out to him, wanting to hold him, his face, to bring it close to you and trap him for the night.

“Are you sure it’s alright for me to…” he trails off with uncertainty. Atsumu snorts, offering him a kind and warm smile.

“The Lady always gets what she wants,” he jokes, and Kita lets out a fond laugh. “Besides - yer the King.”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” he replies. And he means it. But his heart begs for the opposite, for you to not let him go and let him rest his head on your heart.

It seems as though you hear his thoughts.

“I want you to stay,” you murmur, sleepy but resolute in your words. “Do you want to stay?”

His eyes flicker back and forth between husband and wife. He could leave. He could end things right here, pretend like tonight never happened and go on existing as King like he always has. Things would become too complicated if he stayed. He knows this. And yet…

“I do,” he whispers, and curls into the warmth of your chest while Atsumu rubs at his hair with a fondness not common in him. Kita feels, for once in his life, at home. No castle too big and warm can ever compare to this. “I do want to stay.”

“Well then,” Atsumu says warmly, while you finish his sentence.

“Stay.”

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I'll Be Your Romeo If You'll Be My Juliet

Lucius Malfoy x Male Reader

Word Count: 1911

This was a request from an anon for a Lucius x male reader.

I hope this is everything you wanted from your request anon, if it isn't, feel free to send me another request!

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It was time for the annual Yule gathering. The Black family had the honor of hosting it this year, and they had taken every opportunity to remind everyone of that fact.

The heirs, the ones that mattered anyway, had been almost insufferable on the lead up to the yule break.

Lucius had mixed feelings on the whole subject, not that he could let that show to anyone.

Luckily, it looked like his betrothed was of a similar mind. The lovely Andromeda Black had been as quiet as he had been lately. If they had had even the smallest bit of interest in each other, they might have brought their concerns up.

Lucius thought fleetingly of a world where they could be in love. They would spirit themselves away to an abandoned classroom where they could talk uninterrupted about all of the things that were bothering them. They would take comfort in not being alone. It would bring them closer together and they could fall in love all over again.

But reality was a cruel mistress, and rarely allowed for such flights of fancy.

As it was, Lucius and Andromeda were just two teens who had been promised to each other from before they had even been born. There was nothing more between them.

Lucius sighed silently as he exited the floo into the receiving room at the Black Manor.

He barely registered an elf banishing the soot from his dress robes as he moved out of the room.

"Heir Malfoy, a pleasure to have you in our humble home this evening. And of course you as well Lord and Lady Malfoy!"

Lucius nodded at the welcome and stood obediently by his parents' side as he waited for the greetings to end. Sometimes he tired of all the stiff pureblood airs and graces.

After the obligatory back handed compliments they moved off into the party proper. With a last terse command to not embarrass the family name, courtesy of his father, Lucius moved away to see if he could find someone a little closer to his age.

He absently took a glass of sparkling cider from one of the floating trays that dotted the ballroom. The Blacks really had outdone themselves this year. The room was done in shades of white, sliver and blue. It really was stunning, but nothing seemed to be able to knock Lucius out of the numbness he had slipped into.

It had started at the start of that school year with the arrival of a transfer student. The other boy was their age, and the most enchanting creature that Lucius had ever laid eyes on. He had watched his sorting with longing, but the dratted hat had put Y/n into Ravenclaw. It wasn't really the end of the world, Lucius shuddered to think if he had been put into Gryffindor, or worse, Hufflepuff. Unfortunately, Lucius was already betrothed, but even if he wasn't, Abraxas Malfoy would never allow him to sully the Malfoy name with a male partner.

So Lucius had had to swallow his feelings as best he could. It hadn't worked very well, so he had allowed himself to pine from afar just a little.

He was jolted out of his daydream by the object of his thoughts. Lucius inhaled his mouthful of cider at the sight of Y/n.

He looked amazing in his dress robes, dressed up all fancy for the ball. Lucius thought to himself that if this was the cause of his death it would be worth it.

He was aware, once he managed to stop choking, of three things. One, everyone was looking at him, two, his face was probably red enough to shame a Weasley's hair, and lastly, that Y/n had the brightest e/c eyes possible.

He was struck with the awful thought that this was probably the first time that Y/n had known that Lucius existed.

'Well, that was a fantastic first impression,' Lucius thought to himself. He pointedly looked everyone who would meet his gaze straight in the eyes. As he had thought, it was enough to discomfort them into looking away.

Lucius raised his chin and moved off into a different area of the ballroom.

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Ever since Y/n had realised that Lucius Malfoy was at the party as well, he had been jittery. The other boy was always looking at him. He had been the cause of enough distraction before this, when he was just someone who lurked at the fringes of his awareness while he studied in the school library. Now, Y/n was sure that he would never be getting rid of the image of Lucius in dress robes. How was he ever going to be able to concentrate again?

He shook himself slightly and tried to focus back in on whatever it was that the Greengrass heiress was talking about. He was supposed to be making connections here, maybe paving the way for a betrothal contract. As the first Pendragon to be seen in this and the previous generation, there was a lot of pressure to make the right political connections. A marriage to someone who was already politically powerful in this community would go a long way toward putting them back on the map in this magical community.

It was the Gods eternal joke that he was the only one that could do this. He only had one other relative, and his uncle wasn't exactly all there anymore. His parents had made it clear that this was their only chance to become the powerful family that they had once been.

Sure, potions had made it possible to have a male pregnancy, but it was still looked down on pretty harshly by most purebloods. Y/n had no idea how he was supposed to get his family back to its former glory, when to do it he would have to marry a girl. Why did he have to be gay?

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Lucius was slowly going out of his mind. He had moved around the party doing his best to ignore Y/n, but he couldn't get him out of his head. The other boy was still standing where he had first spotted him, entirely surrounded by everyone their age.

What was worse was that these were people Lucius had grown up with. He had known these people for his whole life, and it was this that allowed him to see what was happening.

They were all flirting with Y/n.

Lucius was almost certain that some of them, most notably his friends, were only doing it to irritate him and not because they were genuinely interested in Y/n.

He had been shooting furtive looks over at the group for the last half an hour, and still they kept it up. Lucius just didn't know what to do. Oh sure, he knew what he wanted to do, but he also knew that there was no way he could actually pull it off.

For one thing, if he showed his hand by going over there and making a fool of himself he would face serious consequences when he got home. He was sure he would already be in trouble for his incident earlier that night, but if his father heard even a hint of a whisper that his only heir was gay, well, Lucius wasn't sure he would survive that particular punishment.

He was pulled up short at the realisation of where he was. He was in a room with some of the biggest gossips in the magical world, all of which could just about smell weakness. He shot his eyes around the room and realised with a start that it was already too late.

He recognised the look in his fathers eyes when he met them. Someone must have said something about his preoccupation with his classmate to Abraxas. Lucius swallowed, noting his suddenly dry throat.

He looked away from his father, toward Y/n and his friends. There might be a way to salvage this, pretend to have been watching another of his friends. He would still be in trouble for lusting after someone who was not his betrothed, but much less than if it had been the very male Y/n.

There was a commotion over by one of the doors, but Lucius was too busy thinking. He was realising that he was done. He couldn't live like this anymore, and he was done pretending that he could.

He squared his shoulders and moved over to his friends.

"Excuse me, may I borrow Y/n for a moment. We won't be long."

He didn't even bother waiting for a response, just grabbed a hold of him and started off in a random direction. The only thing in his mind was getting as far away from other people so he could have this discussion in peace.

He pulled Y/n out of the ballroom and down hallway after hallway until he decided they were lost enough that only a house elf would be able to find them.

He turned back to the other boy after making sure that the area was empty. They were both panting a little after their impromptu jog.

Y/n was looking at Lucius cautiously.

Lucius surged forward and connected their lips.

They were gasping for breath again when he pulled back.

"You know we can't do this."

Lucius cut him off before he could continue.

"I'm done. I'm done being the perfect heir for parents that don't care to know the real me. I'm done pretending that I'm not head over heels for you. Most of all, I'm done holding back from the things I want just because society wants so badly to tell me no."

He pulled in a deep breath, still standing in Y/n personal space. Neither boy had moved back.

"I want you, Y/n, and I think you've known that for as long as I have. If I haven't missed my guess, you want me too. I'm certainly not alone in all the looks I've sent your way, and I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't at least find out if you could feel the same way as I do for you."

Y/n sighed and shifted back a step.

"Those are pretty words Lucius, easy to say them here, alone in a secluded corner of someone else's manor, but how will you feel walking into Hogwarts next week, and letting everyone see. How will you feel when your parents cut you off?"

"I'm not totally helpless Y/n, I'll find a way to survive. I know for sure that if I have you by my side there isn't anything that we can't face."

He softly took Y/n's hand and stroked the back with his thumb.

"So what do you say? Can you feel the same way I do?"

Y/n shut his eyes in resignation.

"You know I do."

They stood at the end of their silent hallway for some time, just holding each other.

"You know this will be the second scandal of the night?"

Lucius pulled back to look at Y/n.

"What do you mean?"

Y/n looked at Lucius, shocked.

"What do you mean, what do I mean? Didn't you hear, just before you pulled me out of there, one of the older Blacks ran in and caused quite the scene. By the looks of things Andromeda is missing. From what I managed to gather, she's run off with that muggleborn from Ravenclaw, you know, Tonks-something, or something-Tonks."

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Muchas Manos En La Olla Echan El Guiso A Perder

Fandom: 9-1-1  Word Count: 1,676 Pairing: Buddie x Reader  Warnings: mentions of blood and injury.  Summary: Like the title says, ‘too many cooks spoil the broth.’  Tagslist: @firemedicdiaz @fireladybuckley @pupandangelscoffee @winterreader-nowwriter @dayrin085 Beta’d by the amazing @evanbuckos

“Thanks for letting me use your kitchen Eddie.” Your kitchen was being renovated, and when Athena and Bobby announced they were having a barbeque, you knew you couldn’t show up empty handed. Eddie was kind enough to offer up his oven for you, and invited you and Buck over to cook your respective dishes together. 

You, Eddie, and Buck get to work, Eddie preparing the bread rolls for the oven and Buck chopping vegetables for the salad. The pie you offered to make for dessert had already been cooked and was cooling on the side, so you offer your services to help Eddie with the tortilla española he’d offered to make, recipe courtesy of his abuela.  

You all fall into a comfortable rhythm, moving around each other in synchronicity as you prepare your plates for the barbeque. Eddie opens his phone, connecting it to his bluetooth speakers, wiggling his hips to the beat as he continues his prep. You let out a laugh watching his dance, gaining Buck’s attention. 

The younger firefighter, upon seeing his friend, begins an impromptu food fight, grabbing a piece of tomato from his chopping board and throwing it in his direction. You shake your head, not wanting to be involved in their antics, dodging the piece of food as it flies passed you.  

Choosing to ignore them for the time being, you grab the mandoline and begin slicing the potatoes for Eddie into thin discs. You don’t notice the piece of cucumber flying towards you from Eddie’s direction, your mind too focussed on thinly slicing the ingredient in front of you. The piece of food misses its target of Buck, instead hitting you. You flinch in retaliation to the object flying towards you, the potato slipping in your hands and your fingers slicing against the blade. 

The laughing ceases, the two men not knowing what your reaction would be to being brought in to their antics. Your silence worries them as you pause chopping the vegetables, staring down at the chopping board. The cheerful music playing a stark contrast to the energy that now fills the room. 

“Y/N?” Eddie asks. 

You’re still frozen in place, staring down at the chopping board as you turn to him. It’s then he sees the blood flowing freely from your index and middle finger.  

He drops what he’s doing, grabbing a clean cloth from the drawer and moving to your side immediately. “Buck, get the first aid kit, now!” 

The younger firefighter sprints into action, running out of the kitchen to find the box of supplies he knew Eddie keeps in the bathroom cabinet. 

“Shit, I am so sorry.” 

He presses the rag firmly to your fingers, holding your hand above your heart to try and stem the bleeding. He chances a look, removing the cloth to see the damage, only being met with a fresh stream of blood that trickled down your arm. 

Your face pales as you realise the magnitude of your injury, sucking in a breath, not sure if it’s from the shock of seeing the blood or the pain emanating from your fingers. 

Eddie doesn’t miss your reaction, attempting to get your focus on him and away from your injury,  “hey, keep your eyes on me, okay?” 

You suck in a breath, the pain alone was enough to make you feel sick, but the sensation that made your stomach churn was the feel of the warm liquid soaking through the rag and down your fingers as Eddie held your hand in the air. 

You chance a look, not being able to resist, attempting to see the damage you had caused to the digits. Eddie’s reflexes kick in as he sees your face pale and your eyes start to roll back. He uses his free hand to press you against the counter, pressing his body against you, sandwiching you between him and the counter in an attempt to keep you upright. “Easy, I got you.” 

The jolting sensation of being pushed into the counter brings you back slightly. You still feel woozy, leaning into the man next to you for support. “Sorry,” you begin, “looks like tortilla española is off the menu.” 

Eddie lets out a chuckle in disbelief at your apology, “doesn’t matter, what matters is getting those fingers seen to.” 

Buck returns, his face conveying his worry upon seeing you so pale and unstable. He rushes to your side, placing the first aid kit on the counter next to you and helping Eddie keep you upright. 

“Let’s get you laying down,” Buck takes your other side, taking the majority of your weight to allow Eddie to keep pressure on your wounds. 

The two firefighters gently lay you on the floor, Buck cradling your head as they lower you down. The younger firefighter leaves your side momentarily, returning with a chair, and gently lifts your legs, elevating them in an attempt to stop you from going into shock. 

The younger man looks towards Eddie, seeing he’s ready to take another look at your injuries and begin treating them. “Just keep looking at me alright,” Buck’s gaze never leaves you as he picks up your uninjured hand, squeezing it in his own. 

You suck in a breath as you feel Eddie removing the cloth from your hand, keeping your focus on the other man. “How bad is it?”  

“I don’t think you need the emergency room. I can treat it here if you want me to.” 

You nod, regretting the decision immediately as the dizziness returns. “Yeah, please. I don’t want to go to the hospital.” 

Buck gives your hand another reassuring squeeze, bringing your focus back in the moment. You allow yourself to relax slightly, feeling like a weight has been lifted knowing that you wouldn’t have a stranger looking after you.  

After a few more minutes of pressure, Eddie was happy the bleeding had stopped enough for him to dress the wounds on your fingers. “You alright to sit up for me? It’ll be easier to patch you up at the table.”  

Buck lets go of your hand momentarily, placing his hand around your shoulders, supporting you into a sitting position. His free hand comes to your uninjured hand, his fingers moving to the pulse point there. Once he’s happy you’re stable enough to move he nods to Eddie, the silent conversation between them signially their next move. The younger firefighter helps you to stand, all the while keeping a firm grip with an arm around your waist. The pair lead you to the table, sitting you down in the chair before Buck leaves to grab the first aid kit he’d left in the kitchen. 

Buck passes the box to Eddie, opening it and unpacking the materials he needs. It looks more like the kit bags you stock on the firetruck than a family first aid box. You’d laugh were it not for the pain in your fingers throbbing in time with your pulse. 

The medic begins pulling out plastic vials of saline, dressing packs, tegaderm and so on. By the time he’s finished gathering the supplies he needs, the table is covered in gauze, tape, and bandages. 

Buck is at your other side, your hand in his, talking about anything to distract you. Eddie chips into the conversation between preparing his work surface. Your anxiety begins to rise as you see Eddie pulling on a pair of surgical gloves, announcing that he’s ready if you are.  

Your anxiety doesn’t go unnoticed by the younger man, “just keep looking at me, okay?” 

Eddie gently pulls your hand away from Buck’s grasp, checking under the rag, happy the bleeding has stopped. “We’ll go at your pace, if you need me to stop or feel like it’s getting too much, just say and we’ll take a break.” 

You nod, smiling for the first time since your accident. You feel lucky to have them with you. 

“I guess it's true what they say, muchas manos en la olla echan el guiso a perder.”  

Buck frowns in confusion at Eddie’s statement, “what does that mean?” 

You let out a scoff, shaking your head, “it means too many cooks spoil the broth. More like two idiots partaking in a food fight gets the innocent party injured...”   

The pair apologise in unison, feeling incredibly guilty that their actions had caused this to happen to you. 

Once confirming you’re ready, Eddie begins by opening one of the saline tubes, wetting a piece of gauze. He looks up to you for consent before he begins cleaning the wounds on your fingers. He gently rubs around the wounds, ensuring your fingers are clean before wiping the dried blood that had crusted on to your fingers and hand. Grabbing another piece of gauze, he gently dabs at the area, drying around the wounds. He applies the first dressing to each of your fingers, securing the adhesive around each finger before applying the additional bandages, securing them with tape. 

Buck grabs the sling Eddie had laid out, gently holding your wrist as he places the sling over your chest. He gently places your arm back across your chest, tying the bandage around the back of your neck, successfully elevating your hand. 

Buck glances at his watch, looking between you and Eddie, who is now busy cleaning up the wrappers from the table. “We can still make it if we leave now. You both still up for it?” 

You glance at Eddie who shrugs, looking back at you for confirmation. “I’m up for it if you are.” 

The pain is still throbbing in your fingers and you take a moment to think if you are up to facing other people. You decide you still want to go, knowing being with your friends, your work family, would be a better distraction than staying inside. 

“Lets go,” you pause for a minute, thinking back to the mess in the kitchen, “we have the pie, but we might need to run by the store though, if we don’t want to turn up empty handed!”