#not the first time shes done this the other day she dragged the hay she didn't want to the back of the stall to pee on it

[californiaquail]

miss thang still had some hay left this morning from last night due to being picky and as this is not allowed according to the powers that be i left her for a few more minutes to see if she would eat it. then as i was walking by she did a little hungry chuckle at me and i looked to see if she had eaten the hay and in fact she had peed directly on top of it as she had now figured out if it's pissed on she doesn't have to eat it. and it worked here she is with her diabolically obtained breakfast

[darkpuppysuit]

🎀Tie up the ends of a Dream🎀

Pairing: CountryBoy!KimTaehyungxCurvy!Reader

Warnings: Domestic Abuse, cursing, smoking, fighting (verbal and physical) Mature themes, MDNI.

Words: 5.2k

A/N: I'm giving minor characters names. I'm sorry if you don't like that but it makes my brain do the burr if I don't. Also I hope you guys really like this because it's been stuck in my head all damn day lol. I'll probably write a part two for this considering where I left off....

Taehyung is a young man living in a trailer on a half acre of land the little old lady at the farm next door let him occupy for free until he got on his feet when she saw him in an alleyway practically begging on the streets.

He was small and skinny at the time, no meat on his bones, his cheeks looked a little sunken in too. So the old lady asked him if he wanted a job and a place to call home. Of course Taehyung accepted her offer with no hesitation, anything to get him out of the cold.

He started working the following spring when calf season started late March to early April. He helped Barbra by doing all of the manual labor for her. Scraping out the barn once or twice a day, he actually learned how to drive by taking hay out to the cows out in the field and when he turned sixteen the nice lady took him to get his drivers license and he passed, barely, but he passed and that was the end goal.

By the time Taehyung had turned eighteen Barbra had gifted him the old Ford truck her late husband had in the shed. She told him that if he could fix it and use his own money for the parts then he could have it and sure enough he did.

It took him a couple months of waking up early enough to get a head start on the daily chores he would do for Barb including feeding the chickens, leaving the egg collecting to her.

Once he was done which would normally be by eleven in the morning, he'd be back at his trailer working away at that truck of his until the light pole turned on, telling him it was time to go inside. 

He'd drag himself inside barely tripping over the lip of the door frame with his steel toe boots. Raking his fingers through his hair trying to tame the curls that were slowly getting out of control and grabbing a water bottle from the mini fridge on a card table where a larger fridge should be.

Taehyung always kept his living space clean and tidy but there were times where he would get lazy from working on the truck that was proving to be more of a hassle than it was worth in his eyes. 

A few well worn jeans lay over the loveseat, many unmated socks sit in the corner of his old lazy chair waiting to be mated and put in his dresser.

The kitchen table was littered with instant dinners and random cheese stick wrappers, soda cans and, water bottles.

Taehyung needed to clean up as soon as possible but first he really needed a shower because he smelled more of burnt motor oil than man right now. 

Fast forward ten years and Taehyung is walking down the aisle of the church dressed in black, a few stray tears rolling down his cheeks. Barbra, the sweet lady who had given him a place to live and a paying job too, passed away sometime in the night. "At least she died peacefully and without regrets." Her daughter in law spoke at her funeral with that finishing line.

Taehyung thinks back for a moment and remembers one of their late night talks in the study as she was going through some papers Taehyung wasn't sure what they were at the time. "I regret not being able to give this cattle ranch to any of my kids. I just can't trust them to run it correctly, if at all." She murmured to herself as Taehyung was prattling off about the truck yet again. She did have at least one regret and she took it to her grave that day Taehyung had to help five other men put her in the ground.

A few weeks later Taehyung was standing on his small front porch smoking a cigarette. He has good enough sense not to smoke inside unless it was winter and even then he sat next to the window with it opened a little bit to let the smoke out.

He watched a large red truck roll down the dirt road with a trailer attached to the back with a bunch of furniture in it and behind the truck was a moving van. Both vehicles pulled into the loop driveway of Barb's old house which made him stand up straight. 

If there's people moving in that means he might lose his job working under the table including the trailer he had fixed himself so it was livable.

Hell, he might even lose the truck he finally got to start a couple months ago. There was every possibility Taehyung could think of and all he could think about was losing the one place he's ever truly known. 

Then she stepped out of the truck, well more like jumped down but, when she walked around to the trailer Taehyung's mind stopped for a moment.

The new ranch master was beautiful, her hair was bright and glossy. She was short and curvy just the way he liked his women, his breath hitched in his throat when she stepped on the truck's tire and threw her lovely legs over the side of the truck with a smile on her face. 

He needed to introduce himself, maybe make a good first impression maybe then, he could keep working here and stay in his trailer. He quickly put out his half cigarette and brushed his hands off on his jeans, his hands were clammy and he was nervous to say the least. There was a million ways this could go as he made his way over to the young woman who was now climbing down from the truck down to level ground again. 

He stands behind the woman as she takes her boot off, shaking a loose pebble out of it before putting it back on. "Uhm, hi... my name is-" The woman jumps two feet in the air clutching her chest as she whips around to the new voice behind her.

When she sees him she has to glance up to look him in the eye in order to talk to him. He was a tall man, he looked strong enough to handle hard labor, broad shoulders and big hands to boot. But he looked as if he was trying to curl in on himself, like he was almost scared? Shy perhaps?

The woman stares at him for a moment before her eyes light up and she quickly makes her way to the front of the truck pulling out some folders which the ranch hands information on them. "You're Taehyung right? Kim Taehyung?" The woman beams at him as she rounds the truck for a second time looking down at the folder in her arms.

"Y-yeah that's me." He stutters awkwardly shoving his hands deep into his jean pockets. "I'm Y/n O'Brian." She offers him her hand for a hand shake and Taehyung looks between her and her hand for a second before he takes her small hand in his with a small smirk on his lips. "Looks like you're one of the ranch hands who have been here the longest?" Y/n asks as he releases her hand with an awkward chuckle for holding it for so long. "Yeah the uh, bunks are in the back over there in the little yellow barn. I live in the trailer just across the way. Not too far- if you uh, ever need anything." Taehyung rubs the back of his head with a small smile on his lips making Y/n smile back at him.

"Thank yo-" Y/n is cut off by an arm draping over her shoulder giving it a tight squeeze making her wince a little bit. "That's good to know, ain't it honey?" The older looking man grits his teeth looking down at Y/n who puts on a fake smile and chuckles quietly to the man next to her.

He looks back at Taehyung, standing there with a grimace on his face. Extending his hand to the ranch hand with an ugly smirk on his face, they shake hands roughly. "Nice to meet you kid. My name is Joshua, just Josh is fine though. My wife and I hope nothing will go wrong while the ranch is under our care." He chuckles darkly when Taehyung removes his hand from his and takes a step back. "Yeah, let's hope not." He sneers back at him.

A few weeks pass and everything is as follows; Taehyung and the other ranch hands wake up a little before the sun starts rising in the sky. The cattle is moved from one field to another so they can continue grazing freely.

The horses who aren't being used by the cattle hands are put into the field with the cows so they can stretch their legs. A few horses are training for shows and contests in town and around the countryside.

The smaller animals such as the chickens and pigs were taken care of by the ranch master and in this case would be Josh but Y/n was awake anyways.

She wraps her robe around herself and ties it off at her middle, grabbing the old wicker basket at the back door and stepping out to take care of the chickens.

Y/n was quietly humming to herself as she picked at least two dozen or more eggs from the chicken coop. The chickens clucked around her feed waiting to be fed almost tripping her a few times when Taehyung comes riding in on one of the many horses.

He offers help every morning when he sees her half asleep and grumpy. His heart aches for her when he sees a new bruise or cut on her delicate skin, he wishes he could do something for her but he knows he can't do or say anything without potentially losing his job and place of living.

He's gone toe to toe with Josh before when Y/n went to her garden with a bruise under her right eye. Taehyung was pissed that her husband thought it was okay to hit her like that, his parents never laid a finger on each other before one day something changed and they started looking sick.

He never left them because they were his parents he loved them so much. When they stopped moving one day Taehyung had ran away to the next town over where Barbra found him a few days after he had made it to town. 

A few months would pass and Y/n, Taehyung and a few of the other ranch hands were becoming really good friends. They all went out for some drinks one Friday night, somehow Y/n had made it past her abusive husband to come out with them.

They played pool and darts most of the time while enjoying each others company. It was the first time Y/n felt free, more like herself than she had in years.

When one of her favorite songs came on over the speakers Y/n couldn't hold her excitement as she grabbed Taehyung by the hand, pulling him onto the dance floor with her. 

After Taehyung had started driving Y/n home in his truck because she had one too many drinks, she shuffled closer to him on the bench seat, nuzzling under his shoulder until he moved to wrap his arm around her.

Her cheeks were red and warm as she laid her head on his chest while he kept one hand on the wheel down the dirt road. She started playing with his hands, measuring her hand against his, tracing the lines on the joints of his fingers. Even ghosting her finger tips along the palm of his hand making Taehyung shiver under her gentle touch.

Especially when she drunkenly lays her hand on his thigh making him squirm in the bench seat next to her until he pulled into the driveway of his trailer.

The door was barely opened before Taehyung stumbled inside with Y/n's legs wrapped around his hips as he held her by the back of her thighs, holding them tightly with his large hands as they made out.

Both of them clumsily made it to his bedroom, Taehyung lays her on the bed gently, driven by the alcohol coursing through his system and the feelings he has for Y/n.

This beautiful woman who had captured his heart with her sweet accent alone. He kisses her feverishly but slowly trying to hold back as much as he could until she wanted more of him. 

She tugs on his plaid shirt a few times as Taehyung leaves a small mark just between the cleavage of her breast where it could be hidden easily. He feels her pull on him and quickly disposes of his shirt revealing himself to her.

She stares at him for a moment, admiring his hard muscles that twitched under her touch as he kneels on the bed between her legs. She slowly un-buckles his belt causing Taehyung to look down at what she was doing then back at her.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna do anything you aren't comfortable with." He coos, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear looking at her with all the love in the world. "I'm sure Tae, please? I need you. I want to feel safe again." She cries the alcohol in her system playing with her emotions. Taehyung coos at her again, giving her soft slow kisses all over her, making sure she knew she was meant to be loved just like this.

Taehyung didn't see Y/n much after that night, he would stay outside doing chores while also keeping an eye out for the ranch master's wife.

By Gods he hated admitting that someone got to marry that beautiful woman before he did, he would mentally kick himself over nothing every time he thought about it.

Taehyung couldn't do much about the abusive nature of her husband either, the few times that he had stepped in he either got a black eye or a few bruised ribs when he tried to defend her to him because obviously she had done nothing wrong in the first place. 

He almost lost his job three or four different times over the course of eight months but he made sure to tell Y/n that he was always there if she wanted to talk or just simply sit in silence for a while.

She would tell him the same thing every time too. "I'll be find don't worry about me. Too much of a hassle to deal with anyways." Without fail Taehyung would watch her silently from the other side of the fence during the work day and keep a closer eye on the house once the work day was over. 

Every so often by the light in the living room window he could see their shadows dancing around the curtain when Joshua would get angry with her for what he didn't know but Taehyung bets it has something to do with the food being too spicy or too bland.

The man was never happy with anything his wife did which made Taehyung's blood boil when he saw that Y/n was trying her best to please him.

The next day comes and goes by in a hurry as the evening sun sets against the horizon just beyond the pasture. Taehyung lights a cigarette and takes a seat in his little lawn chair facing the ranch house, the same little window like he had been staring through the last few weeks since the night Taehyung knew he crossed the line but it was a beautiful line to cross in the first place.

Tonight's fight was no different than all the others, Josh was waving his hands around, yelling and screaming so loud he could hear it from his trailer.

The only difference was he heard Y/n yelling back at him, making Taehyung stand pin straight taking a long drag off of his cigarette before throwing it to the side, leaning over the banister a cold expression on his face as he stares intently at the window. 

All of it happened so quickly Taehyung had barely processed what happened before he had jumped clear off his porch and ran to the ranch house.

He bangs on the door a few times before he slams his body weight against the frame, breaking it with two hits of his body. Once the door was down he ran through the kitchen and into the living room tackling Josh to the ground and wrestling him for the gun as Y/n sits shell shocked against the fridge, watching the two of them beat on each other.

Taehyung manages to throw the gun out of Josh's reach and against Y/n feet as she tries to shakily talk to the emergency operator on the other side of the phone.

Josh stands into the living room grabbing the old lamp Y/n's grandmother had given to her and smashes it over Taehyungs head making him fall to the ground.

He shakes his head trying to get his vision to focus when Y/n's raggedy husband grabs a fistful of Taehyung's curly hair and pulls him to his feet. 

"You think- just because you fucked my wife- that you can just barge in here unannounced?!" Josh screams in Taehyung's face as he huffs out a get fucked at him with a smirk on his face, spitting a mix of saliva and blood at his feet.

He punches the ranch hand in the gut and he doubles over onto the floor holding his stomach. Y/n looks at him worriedly her eyes as round as saucers, trying to hide the phone from sight.

She lifts her index finger to her lips to let Taehyung know to be quiet and that help was on the way. "I could beat on my wife all day. You're more fun-" Josh grabs him by the collar lifting him up to meet his gaze. "You actually fight back, gives me a challenge." He chuckles darkly pulling his large fist back to hit Taehyung's bloody face again when the click of a gun is heard behind him.

"Leave him alone Joshua- the cops are already on their way so stop this right now." Y/n orders her husband aiming the gun square at his head. Josh scoffs at her but gently puts Taehyung back onto his own two feet. "You won't do shit, if you were- you'd have done it already bitch." Josh makes his way towards her and she fires the gun into the ceiling without a second thought making the three of them flinch at the sudden change in volume.

"Stay back, I'll shoot you Joshua O'Brian I swear to any god that will listen. I will paint the walls with your brain, if you even have one." Y/n snarls at him when a wave of intense pain washes over her, Y/n goes down kneeling onto the floor holding her stomach.

Taehyung quickly makes his way over to Y/n cradling her in his arms. "The baby." Y/n gasps holding onto his forearms. "Baby? What baby? Y/n?" Taehyung asks frantically keeping the gun within his line of sight. "Yours- Our baby Tae. Fuck this hurts." She curses when Josh chuckles darkly at the pair of them on the floor.

"Bastard child." He scoffs wiping the blood off of his knuckles as sirens can be heard off in the distance and for once Josh actually looks scared. 

Two weeks pass after that night, Y/n had moved Taehyung into the ranch house with her because of the nightmares she would have. The first night it happened was the same night the police had taken Joshua away in the back of their cop car.

She woke up in the early hours of the morning and walked over to his trailer, looking like a kicked puppy when Taehyung sleepily answered the door and let her inside. The pair of them slept soundly for the first time in quite a long time.

The day after the court hearing and the divorce papers were signed Y/n steps outside of the courthouse taking a deep breath of fresh air, feeling truly free for the first time in years.

Taehyung walks up beside her and takes her hand in his, his other hand rubs on her stomach as he kneels down level with her stomach making Y/n giggle and smile down at him as he presses kisses along her stomach.

"I love you little one, I don't know if you're a boy or a girl but, either way. Your Daddy is so happy to have you." He whispers against her as the baby kicks Taehyung on the forehead making him take a second to process what just happened. He looks up at Y/n with tears welling in his eyes. "Did they just-" She giggles at him when he wraps his arms around her middle gently.

"Your daughter is quite the fighter." Y/n jokes as she pulls Taehyung back to his feet, brushing the loose dirt from the ranch off of his shoulders with a small smile on her lips.

Taehyung looks into her beautiful eyes, completely entranced by her beauty. "Just like her Mommy." He says leaning down for a kiss and their lips connect for the first time in months 

In the next month the baby had made her way into the world quietly, the only time she cried after Y/n had labored for thirteen hours in the hospital delivery room.

She had Taehyung's dark, curly hair and big brown eyes, she was small like her mother even her lips were tiny too. The sight of his two girls curled on the hospital bed as Y/n breast fed was the best thing he's seen for a very long time.

He was mesmerized by them especially Y/n, the same woman who he watched for nearly over a year be beaten the shit out of on a daily basis, who took every hit and every mentally abusive remark for who knows how much longer than he had seen.

She was indeed a strong woman and perfect role model for their daughter. Y/n looks to Taehyung who is lost in thought, staring intently at the two of them with that beautiful boxy smile on his lips when she catches his eye.

"Do you want to hold her?" She asks him and he hesitates for a moment, his daughter is so much smaller than him, he could hurt her if he wasn't careful. "I don't want to break her." His hands shake a little as he walks over to his girls. "You won't hurt her Tae. Just support Naomi's head and you'll be alright. Just like that, good job Dad." Y/n slowly helps Taehyung hold the baby correctly, cradling her in his arms.

She moves in her swaddle a little bit making the tiniest, cutest sound she could possibly make and Taehyung just stares at her in awe. Something so little could produce a smaller sound out of her lips. "She's beautiful. You did such an amazing job darlin'." Taehyung coos at Y/n who stands on the other side of their daughter stroking the tuft of curly hair on top of her head smiling happily. 

A year later Taehyung and Y/n are celebrating Naomi's first birthday with the ranch hands and a few other family members in attendance. "Hey sis? Could you hand me the cake cutter? Or a knife I don't care hand me something woman." She chuckles moving through the kitchen swiftly and smoothly like a ballerina performing on stage.

Y/n's father walks into the living room where Taehyung and Y/n's mother sit chatting away while the older kids ran between the kitchen and outside, playing in the sprinkler out in the yard.

"So, Taehyung is it?" Y/n's father accidently interrupts the light hearted conversation, making Taehyung stand and shake her fathers hand firmly. "Yes, I'm Taehyung s-sir." His eyes widen as he stutters, making him curl in on himself.

Her father just chuckles at the poor boy relaxing his posture a little bit, hoping to make the boy a little more comfortable with him. "Don't worry about that kid, you should've heard me the day I met Her mother's dad. Damn, you could see the sweat for miles when I stood on that front porch with flowers in my hand. I was nervous to say the least."

Taehyung takes a breath of relief nodding to her father when her mother confirms it for him by smiling and nodding her head. "Listen son, if you truly love my daughter unlike that no good son-" Y/n's mother coughs, staring him down before finishing for him.

"What he means sweetheart- if you want to marry our daughter, you have our permission to ask her." Taehyung swallows hard as his hands become clammy and he chuckles with Y/n's parents in the living room when the lady of the house comes into view. "Everything's ready! Tae could you go get Naomi? I think my sister has her outside in the sprinklers." 

Everyone gathers around the large dining table in the middle of the kitchen, Y/n let Naomi "open" her presents first so she didn't get cake on them. She got plenty of baby toys and more blankets and a few hand made wash cloths from the neighbor down the road.

A few more hours pass of Naomi opening her new toys and Dad putting a few of them together for her. One by one each family member left the house. Y/n said goodbye to her parents last because her mother had helped her clean up the mess when Taehyung and her father picked up the toys from the side yard. 

Taehyung waits until Naomi was sound asleep in her crib, thank god that child slept like a fucking rock too because if Taehyung was going to go through with this, the baby needed to be out like a light.

Y/n was getting ready for bed in their master bathroom when Taehyung comes up and hugs her from behind, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck and wrapping his arms around her middle, almost missing the baby bump she used to have.

"I love you, Y/n." He whispers into her ear making her shiver as his hot breath hits her cold skin fresh out of the shower. Taehyung and Y/n makes eye contact through the mirror in front of them and she can almost see the predatory glint in his eyes as his eyes scan her body only to meet her gaze again.

"I love the way you wake me up in the mornings. I love the way your night gowns give so much but leave just enough to the imagination. I love the way your hair blows in the wind when we sit outside together. I love our daughter we made together. I just- love you so much." Taehyung starts to tear up and Y/n coos at him lovingly. "I love you too, Tae. What's wrong baby? Did my dad say something?" His grip on her body tightens the slightest bit when she mentioned her father.

"N-no he didn't- I mean he did but- that's not the point. I'm trying to be romantic and you're ruining it." He playfully scoffs giving her ass a light slap and grabbing it making her squeal. "Okay, okay I'm sorry. Continue please?" She pouts into the mirror holding onto his forearms around her stomach. Taehyung takes a deep breath as he speaks again only a little irritated.

"You're as pretty as south Georgia peaches and as hot as any Tennessee June. Did you know that? Every time I look at you I fall more and more in love with everything you do. Even if the little things you do irritate me sometimes, like not believing me when I tell you you're beautiful." Taehyung pauses to place a few kisses along Y/n's jawline and neck, his hands roaming her body as he talks to her lovingly.

Y/n giggles against him and turns to face him when he pins her to the bathroom sink. "But I think the thing that's got me hooked on you the most is when you say you love me in that sweet, soft, slow, southern drawl of yours. It drives me crazy Y/n, sometimes I think you lay it on thick on purpose." He smirks down at her innocent eyes.

"I ain't got a clue what yer talkin' about sweetheart." Y/n looks around the room when Taehyung rolls his eyes back, tilting his head slightly with a low groan.

"That- That right there is what I'm talking about little lady. It's like you love driving me crazy just by speaking." He teases her, pulling her gown up just enough to reveal her thighs he's been thinking about all day, he couldn't wait to be between them. Taehyung dips down to her level locking eyes with her once again before his gaze drops down to her sweet lips.

"Say my name." He deadpans his eyes still locked on her lips, waiting patiently as he can for her to speak. Y/n stutters when he picks her up to sit her on the bathroom counter top next to the sink. "T-Taehyung." She says softly when one of his large hands smack the counter next to her hip, sliding to her hip giving it a squeeze as he closes his eyes.

"I love it when you say my name baby," He purrs in her ear making her shiver again when his hand ghosts over her stomach. He opens his eyes again pressing his lips to hers with fervor almost pushing her against the large mirror before picking her up again and taking her to the bed.

He lays her down gently like he had the first time they had been in this position but this time there were no repercussions of their actions.

They continue to kiss each other like it was the last time they're going to be able to. Y/n pulls him closer to her by the back of his neck giving the little hairs on the back of his neck a tug earning a soft moan from Taehyung. He angles himself to look at her, propping himself onto his hands on either side of her head as he hovers over her. 

"Marry me." 

Y/n takes a moment to look at the man hovering above her curvy frame. Did he- of course he did, every chance he got he would mess around with the idea.

Y/n never took any of it too seriously considering the hell she had just gotten out of just a little over a year ago. Y/n caresses his cheek softly looking up at him with stars in her eyes as the tears began to pool at the brim. "Yes. yes Taehyung I will marry you. Just please, don't hurt me." She pleads with him and he hushes her worries with a kiss that hopefully portrayed all of the emotions he had for her. He latches onto her neck leaving a good sized love bite on her neck before he kissed her cheek.

"I could never hurt the one person who has made me happier in the last two years, than I have been my entire life."

[bluegalaxygirl]

Obsession's Grip (Zosan X Reader) P14

Plot: After saving some of the straw hat crew from a prison, the crew help takes a young man away so he can have a fresh start in life. He's shy but seems to grow attached to Reader in an unhealthy way.

Warning: Snakes, Bad language, Blood, Violence, Death, Making out and Nudity but no smut.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they can change size and are connected to her emotions.

P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - P9 - P10 - P11 - P12 - P13

Sinking into the warm bubble filled water you let out a sigh of relief, the heat helps relax your muscles while the smell of lavender helps relax your mind, tying your already washed and wet hair up into a bun you sink down further into the water feeling some of the bubbles touch your chin. You waited until Nami and Robin had their bath before starting yours and washing your hair in the shower so there's no rush to get out, all you have to do is sit back, relax and wait for your boys to join you. The sound of the waves and birds singing outside makes you hum in delight realizing this is the first time in a few days that you've actually felt safe and relaxed while being in the bathroom, normally you would be checking the lock on the door but today you left it unlocked knowing only Zoro and Sanji will be walking though it. As that thought crosses your mind the door clicks open making you lazily sit up and turn to see your two boys walk in, both with towels around their waists. "Hay babe" The swordsman greets with a grin starting to walk over to you, closely followed by Sanji who's eyes turn soft and loving at seeing you. "You look beautiful" The cooks eyes trails across your face and bubble covered shoulders making you blush a little while resting your arms on the edge of the bath giving him a loving look, you go to compliment the two back when you notice Zoro's blood covered arms, its clear he's tried to wash it off in the sink or something but there's still specks of dried blood and a slight redness to his skin, Sanji on the other hand has no sign of blood on him but his hair is a mess and in clear need of a good wash.

Noticing your slightly surprised face the swordsman sighs looking down at his arms "Don't worry, i didn't kill him" giving him a warm smile you lean up as he leans down to place a firm kiss on your lips "Yea but i had to hold you back a few times" The cook groans crossing his arms over his chest, he thought he knew what he was getting into but Zoro was even more angry and murderous than he could ever imagine. The swordsman chuckles pulling away from you to look at the blonde and nudge his arm "Hay, you offered" Sanji growls wanting to yell at the green haired man but can't since he's right, although he'll never say it, Zoro goes to step into the water only to get grabbed by the cook who pulls him back "What the hell are you doing, moss head? You've still got blood on you, get a shower" Biting your tongue you try not to laugh as the two start to argue getting in each others faces until Sanji grabs the swordsman by the ear dragging him over to the showers and helping wash off the dried blood on his arm, their argument died down, soon turning into grumbles and growls until the water ran clear "Now you can get in the bath" Sanji smirks before slapping the green haired man on the butt, slapping a hand over your mouth as to not laugh out loud you watch as Zoro's eyes widen and his head slowly turn to look directly at the cook who lets out a nervous laugh while putting his hands up in defense. Before the blonde can utter a work the swordsman grabs his wrists pulling them up above his head while forcing his partner's back into the cold tile wall "Oh you've done it how curly brows" Zoro smirks before crashing his lips onto the blondes and forcing his tongue in to explore his partners mouth earning a surprised hum.

Sanji soon relaxes into the strong kiss while trying to gain some kind of control but the swordsman doesn't let him, keeping a firm grip on the cook's wrist pinning them to the wall until he has to pull away for air, both panting and slightly red-faced the two smirk at each other as Zoro loosens his grip to slide his hands down the blondes arms and to his waist "Now you can get bath" The swordsman mocks pushing away to head back over to the bath, shaking your head in amusement you go back to sitting with your back to the bath as both boys make their way over, remove their towels and get into the water either side of you. Sanji's face is still very red unsure of how to react after what just happened, but he can't help the smile thats on his face as he sinks down into the water until it hits his shoulders, Zoro wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side while placing a kiss on your head which you lean into. "You ok there hun?" You ask the cook with a giggle while running your hand through his hair to get some of it out of his face managing to make out his tomato red face, all the blushing blonde can do is hum in response making the swordsman laugh and lean over to pat the cooks exploded knee thats just sticking out of the water "At least you enjoyed it" He chuckles watching as Sanji turns redder starting to slide further down to where the water just covers his lips hoping the bubbles with cover up his face. Deciding to help the poor blonde out by distracting your green haired lover you grab the soap and turn to Zoro "Come on hunk, let me get your back, I'll rub your shoulders for you" removing his arm from you the swordsman turns his back to you letting you rub the soap over his back while massaging his back and shoulders.

Small hums and sighs of relief and relaxation leave Zoro's mouth feeling you getting out the knots in his shoulders managing to take away the tension thats normally there. During this time Sanji has time to calm down, letting his blush fade and mind go back to normal soon sitting back up and brushing off the bubbles that cling to his skin, grabbing the soap he scoots closer to you starting to wash your back for you. "Thank you my love" The cook whispers in your ear before placing a kiss just below it glad that you gave him a moment to calm down, leaning back into him while your thumbs still rub circles into Zoro's shoulder blades you turn your head slightly to see him "Your welcome hun but i think i deserve something in return" You whisper back with a cheeky smile, getting the message Sanji leans around you while wrapping his arms around your waist to keep your back as close to his chest as possible, placing a light kiss on your lips the cook hums into you before brushing his tongue over your lover lip asking for more. Turning slightly in his grip you happily open your mouth for him managing to get a better angle so the two of you have more coverage, his tongue meets yours as your lips move in sink slowly drawing it out to enjoy the feeling of each other and the heat forming in your chests. Parting for air the two of you use each other for support while trying to catch your breath "Your a great multitasker babe" Zoro chuckles turning slightly to see the two of you, releasing his shoulders you lightly hit his back with a playful glare.

Sanji soon lets you go starting to wash your back like he intended to do while Zoro turns running a hand up your leg from under the water stopping at just under your knee, so he can lift it out of the water "Just sit back and relax, we'll take care of you" The green haired man gives you a loving smile while placing a kiss on your leg before grabbing somebody wash and starting to wash your legs for you, "You don't have-" you go to say only for the swordsman to quickly move up to crash his lips onto yours his hand going to the back of your head to stop you form pulling or moving away "Please love, let us pamper you" Sanji whispers from behind you continuing to rub your back, placing a hand on the green haired man's cheek you lean into the kiss accepting their offer, Zoro bites your lower lip before shoving his tongue past your lips not giving you time to open your mouth. Moaning slightly into it you let the swordsman do what he wants one hand rubbing your leg while the other grips your hair, his tongue moving but most of the time pushing it around until he finally lets you go letting you gasp and pant for air after such a forceful yet passionate kiss "Relax" Zoro whispers against your lips giving them one last kiss before going back to your legs, unable to complain you let the two clean and massages your back, shoulders and legs some times making you hum when one of them finds the perfect spot to rub getting any tension or knot in your body. "Thank you, your so sweet" You mumble as the two finish each giving you a kiss on your shoulder or leg before letting you lean back against the bath again continuing to relax.

Zoro leans next to you intending to relax as well only for Sanji to grab a small scrub brush and makes his way over kneeling down in front of the swordsman. Taking Zoro's hand the cook starts to scrub under his nails earning a raised eyebrow from the men, but he doesn't pull away "What are you doing?" A part of him wants to be annoyed but at the same time the blonde has never taken an interest in his hands before so is more curious. "You still have blood under your nails… and their scruffy" Sanji sighs taking his time with each finger while acting slightly annoyed but you both know better, he's doing this out of love and care for his partner, a small blush forms on Zoro's face while keeping his eyes fixed on the cooks care of each nail, some times reaching over to grab a nail file. "Sanji, hun… When your done, I'll do your hair if you want" You ask once the cook is on the last finger, glancing up at you Sanji lets a big smile grow on his face, you may not be good with hair like Robin but you know how to make his fluffy and light after a shower "Yes please love" the cook puts his tools away before giving Zoro's hands one last look over, the swordsman pulls his hands away letting them cup the blondes face "Thanks babe" Sanji could fall in love all over again at the calm and loving look on his lovers eyes, continuously the blonde moves in as if hypothesized to place his lips on Zoro's for a soft drawn out kiss. You can't help but admire the two as they share a sweet kiss and loving looks seeming transfixed on each other, you can't blame them since both their loving looks are irresistible.

The swordsman's hands run down to Sanji's hips grabbing them and moving him until the cook is sitting between your legs, running your hand up his back you place a kiss on his neck as the two pull away from their kiss "Hurry up, the waters getting cold" Zoro chuckles while leaning back a bit but takes the cooks hands starting to massage them while you run your hands though the blonde's hair "lean back for me honey" doing as he's told Sanji scoots forward a bit in order to tilt his head back enough for your to wash his hair. Grabbing a cup your fill it with water before pouring it over his hair making sure that nothing gets in his eyes, you wash his hair while giving him a head massages which he hums into letting his eyes close as his two partners pamper him. After rinsing his hair out you repeat the posses before adding conditioner to the ends of his hair then rinsing it off, Zoro moves from one hand to the other making the cooks mind go calm almost to the point of falling asleep, once your done with his hair the swordsman lets go of Sanji's hands earning a groan in protest "Don't be a brat" The green haired man smirks lightly flicking his partner on the forehead, shaking your head you stand up out of the bath to get out and wrap a warm towel around your body " i was enjoying it and don't flick me" The blonde growls using his foot to push Zoro back and under the water for a second "Alright you two thats enough. We have work to do if were going to leave on time tomorrow" You sigh shaking your head as the two tense up wanting to bicker but also not wanting to upset you, looking at each other the two sigh before standing up and grabbing their towels "Yes Love/Babe" The two say in unison before following you out the bathroom.

Letting out a breath you try and calm yourself while looking out into the forest from the ships deck, the sun's starting to set behind you and dinner is in an hour so you know now's the time to deal with Percy, everyone who wanted to do something to him has so now its only you left. "Hay, you ready?" Sanji asks as he walks over after finishing meal prep leaving the rest to Nami and Brook, so he can be with you, turning you nod with a small smile before taking his hand and heading down to the closet that Percy is held up in seeing Zoro leaning against the wall outside since it's his shift "You sure we can't come in with you?" The swordsman asks hoping you have changed your mind but you shake your head while leaning over you place a kiss on his cheek "Stay here, I'll be out in 5 minutes maybe less" even though the green haired man groans he moves out of your way his arms crossing over his chest showing how annoyed he is. Sanji places a hand on your hip giving you a concerned look "Just be careful and don't get too close" Turning to the cook you nod place a kiss on his cheek before walking into the closest closing the door behind you, the rooms bigger than you exacted but has nothing in it other than a single light bulb on the ceiling and a chained up Percy laying against the back wall. Dried blood covers the wooden floor and his clothes, his body is covered in cuts and bruises but some of the deeper cuts seem to have bee bandages up most likely by Chopper , Percy's eyes slowly look up at you clearly tired, but he doesn't say anything or move. "Let me guess Robin forced you to eat that seed" You smirk crossing your arms over your chest trying not to laugh at the state he's in, its clear how pissed off your crew is with him and if you didn't tell them not to kill him, Percy would be long dead. "T-that… bitch" the young man manages to get out indicating that you were right and Robin really did go through with her plan.

Letting out a laugh you shake your head taking a few steps closer but not getting too close in case he has a short burst of energy like you did. "I'm glad she did, i have to admit its kinda funny seeing you this way… anyway i'm not gonna stay long, I'd rather not stay and look at you longer than needed" You state watching as his eyes narrow at you, he tries to say something but his words don't come out "i did plan to say a lot of things to you but now i'm here i don't see the point anymore. Its not like you'll listen" Sighting you hold out your arms while make fangs out of your fingers letting the tattooed snakes come to life and slither out of your skin and into the floor where they quickly grown in size until their heads touch the ceiling, the two glare down at Percy both hissing in anger while curling up ready to strike when you let them. "Y-Your gonna.. Kill m-me?" Percy's eyes widen while flicking his eyes from your snakes to you fear running though him, it surprisingly brings a smile to you face since in a way he know feels exactly how you felt yesterday. "I'm not going to kill you, they will" turning to leave your stopped by the young man managing to talk again this time with tears in his eyes "W-wait.. Y/n i-i can-" One of your snake strikes biting down on the young man's leg making him scream out in pain the best he can with his voice hardly working, turning you step a little closer as you snake pulls away blood dripping from its fangs.

You can tell it wanted to attack again but it held back so you talk to the whimper boy. "I don't need your help, i never did and i'm sure my snakes will help you see that… You need to understand something Percy, my snakes are a part of me, their connected to my emotions and tend to show them and act more than i do." You explain wanting him to know how you really feel, even thought there's no point in setting his straight or explaining things you hope he'll at lest listen and understand that what is about to happen is your own destitution, not someone else's or that your being forced to do this but something you want to do. Looking up at you, Percy tries to raise an eyebrow not sure where your going with this but keeps quiet hoping your actually on his side and secretly ask for help but that slowly starts to fade as you talk. "For example, if i love someone then they will be more loving towards those people, they will care for them, look after them and never hurt them. If i hate someone and i mean really hate someone then my Snakes will be more aggressive towards them, more willing to snap or even kill…. you know Percy, I was wrong when we first met, you should be scared of them.. Cause they will kill you" Turning you head towards the door again hearing your snakes growl and hiss, their sharp fangs dripping with desire to kill the man that hurt you in so many ways, realizing this Percy panics trying to reason with you hoping you'll change your mind "P-please I-I lov" The young man tries to say but his words get caught in his thought unable to speak much out of fear and the drug in his system.

Grabbing the door hands you turn with a sweet smile looking over your two large snakes who both look back at you trying to wait until you let them loose. "Have fun with your new chew toy" Opening the door you step out and close it behind you, the young man yells and screams as your snakes attacking doing what ever they please with him until the life drains out of him. Closing the door you lean against it while reaching for the lock and turning it, the wooden door hardly covering up the loud screams, hissing, growling and bagging coming form inside. Zoro push off the wall he were leaning against while Sanji quickly finishes off his cigarette and throw it way both heading over to you as you push off the door to meet them half-way "Are you ok My love?" Sanji asks his hands cupping your face with worry while Zoro looks at the door in slight shock, the noises aren't pretty, and he doesn't know whether to be impressed or scared of the lengths your snakes will go. "I'm fine, i actually feel more relived now. I don't know how long they'll or what's going to happen since I've let them do what ever they want, but he won't be coming out of there alive" Taking the cooks hands off your face you hold one of his while taking one of Zoro's "Lets leave them to it, i suggest no one goes near here for a while… just in case" The two nod in agreement knowing it's a very good idea to stay away by the sounds your snakes are making, walking away with the two you make it up onto the deck where its much quieter.

Zoro squeezes your hand while pulling you and Sanji over to the tree on the ships deck "Come on, i want you to rest while their out, your still recovering" The swordsman orders sitting down with his back to the tree while pulling you onto his lap and wrapping an arm around your waist, the cook nods in agreement sitting down next to the two of you and laying his head on the green haired man's shoulder "We have just under an hour until dinner so let's make the most of it" Sanji chuckles hooking one arm around Zoro's while holding your hand with the other that sweet loving smile spreading across his face, leaning into the swordsman you rest your head on his other shoulder giving his neck a kiss "I love you both" You whisper, Zoro hums placing a kiss on your exposed neck while Sanji brings your hand to his lips placing a lingering kiss on your knuckles "We love you too" They say in unison before looking at each other placing a quick kiss on each others lips "I love you too" The cook states brushing his nose against the swordsman's who leans back in for another kiss while wrapping his other arm around his waist "I love you… baby come here" Zoro smirks pulling you to sit up so your head is no longer in his neck, running his hands up his lovers sides and up to their cheeks the green haired man pulls you two closer for a three-way kiss. Leaning in you meet their lips in a loving and slow kiss letting out a hum of enjoyment, the warmth of love fills your chest and their touches sends shivers of care through your body, its moment like this that confirm that no matter what happens they will always love you and you will always love them.

[etfrin]

ᴍᴀᴜʟᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴜʟᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ — ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ꜱɴᴏᴡ ♡

☆　ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: SFW | Coriolanus Snow

☆　ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: young! Coriolanus Snow x desi! fem! Reader

☆　ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Coryo and reader dance for a Holud!

☆　ᴀ/ɴ: hope y'all like this!

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“yaara raaj yeh usne hai mujh par khola

ki hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil main

usko pasand karta hai maula

mera dil yahi bola, mera dil yahi bola”

— music ends, the sound from the speaker fading.

Coriolanus looks at you, “The ending was beautiful. What did she say?”

You replied to him, trying your best to translate the song, “My heart told me that, my heart told me that oh my friend he has opened, told me a hidden secret, that whose heart is full of love. God only loves that person.”

You tried to make him understand the song better. How it's about love, and the guy is so in love that he's mesmerized by every one of her actions, and his heart is filled with passion and love. Coriolanus nods, trying his best to understand.

“And you want you and I to dance to this in the Holud ceremony?” He asked, his doe eyes wide.

You hold his hand, your eyes turning puppy-like to convince him. “Please Coryo! All of my cousins have two left feet! And my parents already like you so they won't bombard me with questions! Please!”

“Dove, I have never danced,” he begins to state, “Especially for such an important event!”

“Come on, Coryo!” You whine, “Don't make me ask Sejanus!”

Coriolanus knew it was a tactic, it was blatantly obvious that he always tried to one-up Sejanus when it came to everything. He didn't count on the fact that you would use it to your advantage. You pull this card every time and… he gives in every single time.

He gritted his jaw and muttered, “Fine. Don't go to Plinth.”

And you smile at him, so pretty and bright, like the moon, like the sun. There's no comparison, you were both to him. His night and day. His beginning and end. His future and his past.

“Thank you, Coryo!”

Then the practice began. You rent out a dancing studio for a few days before the Holud ceremony. Your other cousins practice their choreographies. You had decided that you'd dance a duo with Coriolanus only. He liked the idea that it was the two of you in the performance. It made it feel intimate.

He tried to follow the simple steps, dancing to the beat of the six-minute-long song. But it was often that he was too fast, his step too quick, losing the coordination both of you had. The dancing style wasn't familiar to him, more similar to your culture than his. So, you couldn't even be annoyed at him, despite the obvious pout your lips formed every time he messed up again.

In the end, he wondered if Sejanus Plinth would have been a better choice. Surely, something as unnecessary as dancing is done in the districts often. The thought that Sejanus might have been a good fit for this and not him, made Coryo work twice as hard however he failed.

It wasn't for him. But you were determined so you decided that the first five minutes would be your solo and then when the part of the female comes on, he will sweep in like a prince. Take you in his arms, and waltz-like you both were royalty in love. That would work.

And it did work. You did your solo choreography perfectly and the same with Coriolanus now finally getting the hang of it all.

The day of the Holud came. You are on stage, in your white lehenga. You were a swan, dancing so beautifully that he nearly missed his cue to jump in. Muscle memory drags him on stage, his arm around your waist. The puzzle fits in place as the song continues and everyone watches.

“yaara raaj yeh usne hai mujh par khola

ki hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil main

usko pasand karta hai maula

Mera dil yahi bola, mera dil yahi bola”

He knew the song had come near the end. Coriolanus forgot that you two weren't alone in this magical moment. That most of the elitists that were invited tonight had eyes on you both. It doesn't deter Snow from his next actions.

He leans in. You don't pull back. He catches your lips with him with the softest kiss. He enjoys the collective gasp of everyone in the crowd. He claimed you as his in front of the Capitol.

The next wedding that will be held will be yours and his.

He doesn't mind that one bit ♡

[lanitalay]

What is Left and What is Lost

a/n: this came to me when i was crying after watching One Day

Lucien x reader

Warning: ansgt!!!!!

Word count: 800

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When all was said and done, he could not bring himself to regret any of it. 

Her cheeks were glowing from the moonlight reflecting on tear tracks running down her face. She held his hand close to her chest as she begged “please, don’t do this.” But how could he do anything else? 

“Lucien, love, please.” She grasped him tighter. “You know it’s the only way.” She furrowed her brows, triggering a new wave of tears. With his other hand he traced the healing scab along her throat. “He will never lay his hands on you again.”

“I’m y/n,” Lucien tried to act nonchalant but a boyish smile spread across his face when she introduced herself, hand stretched out and waiting for him to shake it. “I’m Lucien,” she giggled. “Like I didn’t already know that, Vanserra.” 

When his hand met hers she let out a wild laugh and yanked him, pulling him into her father’s barn. “What are we doing?” She kept dragging him behind her, deeper into the maze of hay stacks. “I want to see something.” He laughed as she stopped and turned around to face him. “Can you really control fire?” He could, somewhat. His powers still manifested in erratic ways. But he nodded, nonetheless. “I want to see,” so she picked up a single piece of hay and held it up for him to “burn this.” 

“What?” She nudged him, “go on, burn this and only this.”

“The entire barn could burn down,” he cautioned.

“Then don't let it, come on,” he should have said no, turned and walked away. He should have called her crazy for insisting he light a fire in the most flammable place he could think of. He should have known that his irregular heartbeats were symptoms of something much more grave.  

Lucien aimed with his pointer finger and the needle in her hand went aflame. In fractions of a second it was completely incinerated, her fingers singed by the flame. Y/n yelped and threw it to the ground, where the floor, a layer of hay was perfect kindling for the tiny spark that fell down. 

“Crap!” She yelled and made to run outside but they were quickly surrounded by traitorous flames. “Watch out!” Lucien warned as he stepped in front of her, hands spread in an attempt to put it out. “Cover your eyes!” He pushed out a wild wick of power that extinguished the fire. But his maneuver was uncalculated and the force from his power knocked him, and y/n, into another pile of hay. 

A muffled “oof” sounded beneath him as he landed on top of her. He rolled off of her as fast as he could. The breath was knocked from his lungs when she jumped on him, eyes wild, smile wide “that was brilliant!” Lucien was terrified. He would say yes to anything she asked if it would result in her looking at him like that again. 

“Y/n, he won’t stop until you’re dead. I’m doing this to keep you aliv-” a sob racked through her. “Come with me then, please, Lucien, I- I can’t bear this,” she was gasping for air in between her cries. His heart shattered at the sight. “You’ll be better off-” she let go of his hand, and grabbed his face “I won’t survive this.” 

He brushed her hair away from her face “you won’t survive him.”

Eris was the first to warn him. He told him getting involved with a villager would only end in disaster. Lucien should have listened. Deep down, he knew his brother was telling the truth. That Beron would not hesitate to eliminate an undesired female. But He couldn’t keep away. Day after day he found himself in the barn, by the lake, in the fields and in the forest with her leading the way. He could not count how many nights they had spent huddled by a fire, looking at the stars. 

Until one day the barn burnt down.

Then her house. 

“We don’t have much time,” Eris urged from the grated exit. “Come with me,” Lucien looked to his brother who shook his head. He had secured her shelter with priestesses in the Day Court. Lucien would be sent to Spring. “I’ll find you when everything calms down, I swear to you,” he kissed her one last time and Eris winnowed her away. 

He couldn't regret loving her or sending her away. Not when it meant that she was alive. Not even when, years later, he still had not seen her. In the blur of battles, court dealings and war she was safe.  When all that’s left of them is only his memories. When all the possibilities of growing old together were lost. 

He’d willingly pay the price of missing her over and over again. 

[starsandwriting]

31 Days of Horror 2024

Aaaa Day 1 is here!! Yippee!! Hopefully I'll be able to keep up with the daily prompts (I have like, 18% faith in myself). The goal is to build a daily writing habit and stop second guessing myself so much. Plus, daily horror. So :3

Day 1: Distraught

[CW: Kidnapping, knife wound, bleeding]

There have to be bandages in this godforsaken fucking house. Surely kidnappers get injured too. Surely, they bleed the same as any other human, no matter how invincible they seem, no matter how much stronger, and smarter, and merci—

Bandages.

Focus on the bandages.

It’s- it’s fine. She won’t be back for another two hours. She said she won’t be back for another two hours.

(Oh, because she’s such an honest person. Like your face isn’t still sore from when she nearly clawed your fucking face off. She’d said you could sit at the table.)

Bandages. Mm.

The bleeding isn’t that bad. You remembered to keep the knife in! Ta-dah! It’s, um, it’s worse to take the knife out, right? Makes the blood-losing thing faster?

You cover your mouth with both hands. Maybe that will stop the ragged panting. It’s not helping, the heaving breaths. They keep bringing your attention back to where the knife shifts and slides in your torso with every minute movement.

God, but you’re an idiot. She trapped the only door in the house, of fucking course she trapped the only door in the house.

Your eyes sting, the sob stuck in your throat begging to be let out.

What were you expecting? That she’d leave you alone, finally, for the first time in two weeks, and you’d, what, just walk out the front door? Just turn the knob and smell the fresh air, listen to the trees, the birds, maybe there would be another pers—

Nah, the fifth cabinet you check is also empty. That’s the bathroom, bedroom and kitchen done. Where else do you keep a first aid kit?

You don’t know how much longer you can keep searching. It’s—it’s getting harder to stay standing, let alone walk. Your vision is blurring at the edges and yeah, no, the floor certainly shouldn’t be tilting like that.

You had wrapped your torso with strips of your own shirt, working your way around the knife as a test. But the fabric may as well be paper. It had done jackshit to staunch the bleeding. If anything, you probably gave yourself an infection with all the grime your clothes are covered in. Yay?

You shake your head. Focus. Bandages. Bandages.

How long has it been?

(Hours. It has been hours, hasn’t it?)

Don’t be silly. Of course not. She barely left, mm, 20 minutes ago. There’s no clock but you’re great at guessing. Had to be.

You almost want to sit down, except no. No. Either the blood loss is gonna kill you or she’s gonna make you wish it did. God knows when that bitch will be back again and she’ll definitely notice the trap went off, she’ll know you tried the door, she’ll know you tried to leave, she’ll drag you back to the basement, you worked so hard for your upstairs privileges but she’s going to drag you by the hai—

You bite your tongue, hard, to stamp down the whimpers escaping your lips. You swallow the blood and ignore how your hands look paler by the second.

Only one place left to check. The attic. Do not stop moving now. (But it’s agony, moving.) Ignore it. You will get this useless body wrapped up, and leave before she comes back.

That is not her car you hear outside. That is not her turning the knob. She is not back already and you will bandage yourself up and you will leave and it will all be ok.

It will all be ok.

[reoona]

locked out of heaven | tears of themis luke x reader

pairing: luke x f! reader (reader is rosa and is living together with luke) read artem's (more pairings soon!)

synopsis: it's 2 a.m., he just came home from a long day (and night, considering it's the next day now) ready to hit the hay, but you're already sleeping beyond waking.

He could just pick the lock. But dialing her number was much easier to do by his already burned-out mind, even if it's already been done 20+ times by now and always ended up as a missed call.

Maybe he should just spend the night here. You see, it's not like he's out on the street; he's just stranded inside the antique shop. Not bad for someone locked out of his own home, right?

He took a seat at his workstation sluggishly.

Luke remembered the day around two weeks ago when he gave (y/n) the keys to the antique shop and the apartment. Maybe he was that nervous facing the fact that his girlfriend has officially moved in with him until he didn't realize that the antique shop key he gave her was a duplicate, while the apartment key was the only one he had.

Luke chuckles at the thought. Certain that it's his (y/n) who locked him out made he eased up a little. At least she was home, not working overtime on a case or some NXX investigation. The thought of her already sleeping soundly was just calming for him. And most importantly, she is safe. After all those years of only wondering what she was up to, being able to actually know that she is okay was bliss for Luke.

And to see this locked-out moment on the brighter side, this was how things could be when you have someone else in your household, fun little accidents. Well, maybe not really fun since he's physically exhausted and mentally drained, so just 'little accidents' it is. And considering that only the universe knows when (y/n) would wake up and open the door plus how his state of mind will perceive one minute of waiting as a lifetime of longing, this kind of accident wasn't small. It's just...accident.

Luke shifted his seat on his chair. "Has this chair been this rock-hard?", Luke gave it a pat. "Be kind to my back, just this night."

But it was his apartment door who was kind. Although the kindness came in form of a sudden swing that wasn't very kind to itself.

"Luke?"

Luke jolted from his seat. His sight caught (y/n)'s distressed one, quickly turning into a relieved one followed by an apologetic rambling.

"Luke, are you okay? Were you locked out? You didn't have the keys with you, did you? I am so so so sorry, I was having a long day at the law firm! Oh my god, you must have a long day too, right? And here I am locking you out! How long have you been waiting? Were you sleeping on the chair? It must not be very comfortable! I am so sorry, Luke!"

The combination of relief upon seeing the apartment door open and how cute (y/n)'s puffy face gave him the power to move and put a smile on his face. "It's okay, (y/n). I waited quite some time, but you don't need to worry. I'm sorry for waking you up too."

"No, no!" (y/n) pouted, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "I should have waited for you, or just locked the shop's door instead of the apartment's," the sight of Luke's tired face further hit (y/n) face with regret. "I'm so sorry Luke! Let's get inside, shall we?"

Maybe because she was still dazed from her sleep, (y/n) hugged Luke's torso comfortably, dragging him into the apartment. To frankly say, they were still awkward with clearly affectionate physical touches like this, but now it seemed like only Luke is stiff as a board at the scene. All his fatigue was replaced by heartbeats thumping to his ear and red creeping to his cheeks.

(y/n) on the other hand, was clinging to Luke, ridden with guilt. She knows how tired Luke would be considering his job, but she had the audacity to fall asleep without making sure when Luke was going to come home. Especially when she realized she was the one with the key, oh wasn't that just dumb?

(y/n) tightened her hug. As she slowly woke up, she realized that this is the first time they were being this close. She should be nervous, shouldn't she? Oh well, that can be ignored; this is one form of apology she could give for now.

"Wanna have lunch together after you have a rest? I'll come home during lunch hours. Consider it my apology."

"Sure." Luke ruffled her hair, returning her gesture. "Let's just sleep for now, shall we?"

"Only after you clean up first. The sheet's only a week old. A quick one will do."

"Care to join?"

Pretty sure both of them are fully awake by what he just said.

a/n

Hello! Thank you for reading this fic! This is my first time writing after a loooonggg time of only writing for academic purposes. And because of that, I don't really bother to do any proofreading as I am very excited to publish this so pardon the typos and grammatical errors!

I also want to mention some things relating to the fic:

Here the reader is Rosa but I still use (y/n) as Rosa is only her nickname. Of course Luke will call her by her real name right?

I feel like the characters might be OOC but couldn't exactly pinpoint in which part. Kindly help me out with that if you felt like that too!

As written above, other pairings are coming soon. Luke seemed to be easier to make the scenario for, so he's my warm-up!

Thank you for reading this fic. I apologize if this isn't good enough, but I hope you still like this and it would be great if you're willing to give some constructive criticism!

Have a nice day, don't forget to drink your water!

much love, reona

[thatsneakymedic]

October Writing Challenge Day 15 Pumpkin

With permission and the trust from Mother Nonou, Kabuto walks hand to hand with Aina as they head back to Aina's farm to go pick up some crops for dinner. Today it was Kabuto's turn to go with Aina to bring the food back as part of his lessons about running errands and learning basic math when it comes to money.

The other two nuns insisted that Nonou teaches Kabuto these things early as times like these when children need to learn quickly. Since even they might need to learn the value of chores and doing errands for their parents long after they get adopted.

Dragging the empty old utility grocery cart behind him with a handle, Kabuto looks around the trees and the cloudy skies. He's wearing his own warm scarf and his boots since the weather has been getting colder these days and Kabuto had just recovered from his own sore throat two weeks ago. He did however love how the trees and the leaves are falling about and decorating the ground with the red, yellow, and orange colors.

"I didn't know that you live just a bit far from us Aina. I can't believe that you walk from here to our place and then to Konoha. But it must really be tiring and stressful when it gets dark, rains, or snow. Winter is in a few months after all." Kabuto says as he does a little hop on the leaf to crush it under his foot to give it that good satisfactory crunch sound.

"Well, first it helps t' get up at th' crack'a dawn. Get all th' chores done you need done 'fore anythin' else. Which's why it's import'nt to go to bed early. Plus by now, I've done learned all th' shortcuts 'round this place. An' when a place's very far or I got a big load t' carry, I take my tricycle an' wagon." She answered as she leads the way to the farm, which is lucky that the wooden fence is the main clue that they're going the right way. On the same road as them, a couple using a large wagon pulled by a horse that carried quite a lot of vegetables on the back of the cart and they both were heading back to the village.

"Hello you two." The wife of the man greets them in a friendly manner as they pass through. And both Aina and Kabuto step aside to let them pass and they bow as they leave. As soon as they pass, Kabuto then tries to look on ahead when they're at least a mile from the farm.

"That man and his wife. They bought a LOT of vegetables! Like as if they're planning a large dinner or festival! I think we should hurry. What if all of the vegetables are gone by now?" Kabuto said as he is now slightly rushing towards the place, holding Aina's hand while also trying to drag the cart behind him too.

Aina though she's not too worried about the vegetables running out, she does notice that Kabuto was concerned so she decides for his sake to also hurry by walking quickly while helping Kabuto pull the cart.

The view of the small farm is now getting closer and closer as the brown fence is reaching the bend and towards the farm. Kabuto slows down his steps as he now looks around the small farm from the front. From far away, he sees a figure moving about before heading inside. Probably Aina's mom or another customer?

"Is that the place? It's a lot different than what I imagined. I thought that you guys would live surrounded by large fields of hay and stuff. Like in the pictures of story books or magazines. But it still looks pretty and comfortable."

She giggles but she's also glad that the boy isn't dragging her so much anymore and now they're able to walk at a normal pace, "Ahaha, oh, Kabuto. You mus' be thinkin' bout people with manors. Those farmers got much more land than we do. Yep, farms act'lly come in all shapes-n-sizes. But we're happy with ours. Ain't never let us down."

"And considering if that couple that passed us that might've bought the vegetables back there. That means that your crops must be really good, even if your place isn't as big. Different and all shapes and sizes... I like it. Since bigger isn't always better." He looks around the outside of the house as they get more closer till they are right at the doorstep.

Now not so much as in a rush since there's nobody there other than him, Aina, and the woman in the store. He is the first to knock on the wooden pillar to let her know despite that she had already seen them coming.

"Aina, is that your mom in the store? She looks a lot like you." He assumed that she would be as kind and friendly like her too.

"Yes she is." Aina nods, though she did worry about if Kabuto won't be intimidated by her personality since even she knew that her mother isn't as friendly as she is.

He stands in front of the various vegetables and he reads the numbers and the names on them. Though reading the list that he has, he looks around more for the other vegetables that were not on the display. Aina guides him to shed and his eyes widen as he sees the tomatoes and sweet potatoes that he needs to pick up.

But before he could move, he pauses when he feels someone staring at him and he turns to the dark skinned woman with the apron who was counting the money, even though she's already done and is now putting it away in a box, she is giving him a rather serious stare. Her attention however is on the Konohagakure Orphanage symbol on his kimono.

"Keep an eye on that child, Aina. Last thing I need is a troublemaker messing up my store. And leave that cart out since I don't want you hitting anything either." She said sternly while turning to Aina for a moment before looking back at him.

Great. Another child from that place and an unfamiliar one that is not the mature one with the hat and birthmark on his nose. She hopes that Kabuto isn't like the insolent girl from the Orphanage who tried to haggle with her with the prices on the strawberries. The girl called her an "stupid old hag" for not willing to deal with the outrageous cheap price and then kicking a display stand's wooden foot so hard, the foot broke and the fragile plums that she cherished herself all fell onto the ground, bruising and ruining the entire bunch. If it weren't for Aina getting between them, she would've not only beaten the girl, but also refused the money and dragged the snotty brat out of the store by the hair. Even if it has been months ago when it happened and Mother Nonou thankfully paid for the damages, it still left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Y-yes ma'am! I promise that I won't cause trouble for you or Aina." Kabuto politely bowed to her despite being unnerved by her intimidating stare before turning around and gently putting the right amount of tomatoes in the bag and then with his fingers. Counting on the prices while also keeping his hands to himself. Kabuto was thankful that there was plenty of vegetables left even though it looked like it was just about to run out. While waiting, Airi noticed how Kabuto would casually put the produce in their right places and in order while looking around for the items he need when he didn't need to. Seems that this child knows how to clean up and organize.

8 tomatoes 3 cabbages 6 sweet potatoes 8 regular potatoes 6 carrots 2 cauliflowers 3 eggplants

Kabuto was careful with the costs of the items and even counted quietly on both money and the produce. Or at least he thought he did as he picked the biggest ones he could find and he put them on the cart.

His attention was caught on the perfectly shaped small pumpkin that was on one of the displays along with the other larger ones. He has been curious to know how pumpkin tastes like since Urushi told him that he has been craving for pumpkin pie the other day and how it's always delicious to eat around this time of the year.

Perhaps he could buy it for him and maybe Mother would be happy with it too? A small one of course, since the big ones were way too expensive and too big for him to carry home.

He looks at the cash in his hand and he counts what would he have left if he could buy it.

Being so sure that he could get it, he picks up the one that catches his eye and he puts it on the cart. "I think I got everything Aina. I think I have enough money for an extra item too."

He smiles as he immediately heads to the counter with the money ready in hand. Aina then follows him and starts to take out the scale in hand, "Oh, oh wait. You gotta let us--ahaha, 'lettuce'--ah, let us weigh it. Our prices're ain't based on how many of a fruit or vegetable ya got. We figure it out based on how many kilos your pick weighs."

Kabuto's happy face slightly frowns, though he did catch the joke but he had no time to laugh at it, "What? I... I didn't know that. Oh no, I picked out the biggest ones I could find..."

"At least you'll know and be aware of that next time boy. And don't hold the money out in your hands like that. You're easy pickings for thieves to steal from you if you're not careful." Airi advised rather strictly while waiting for Aina to finish weighing the produce. Kabuto gulped as he puts the bills of money in his pocket quickly. Not that there was any need to worry since there was no one around other than the three of them.

Fortunately for Kabuto, he had enough money for all of the produce that was on the list, except for the pumpkin.

"You don't have enough for the pumpkin boy." Airi commented as she puts the pumpkin on the table away from the bags.

Kabuto frowned at that. "Oh no, I'm sorry ma'am. I'll go put it back for you once I pay you the money for these items." He sadly looks at it as he hands the money to Airi who slowly counts the money he gave her, just in case. Kabuto thinks about how he could take out at least two of the produce, but then that would mean less food for just one item and Mother did say to not try to buy unnecessary things.

Airi eyes Kabuto for a moment as he's trying to calculate on what to do even if he is willing to accept that he won't have to buy the pumpkin. She hesitantly sighs as she pushes the small pumpkin toward him, it's the least she could do for his good behavior and because she needed to get rid as much of the produce as she can for her and Aina's planned trip outside the village. "You can add this to the cart, boy. It's on the house and nice job putting the items back in their proper places for me."

Kabuto's eyes open and he slightly gasps as she presents the pumpkin he was holding to him, he was smart enough to know that not every kind act would get him free stuff. But he had no idea that she was paying attention to him cleaning up and putting the items back where they belong. Even though she was scary, she does seem nice after all.

"R-really? I can have it? Are you sure? T-thank you, ma'am!" He picks up the pumpkin and he holds it in his hands. Feeling the smoothness of the skin on his fingertips.

"Make it last, boy. Next pumpkin ain't gonna be free." She said while waiting for Aina to be done helping Kabuto put the items on the cart.

"Yes ma'am. I'll remember that. Thank you for the crops. Goodbye now." Kabuto politely bowed to her before adding the small pumpkin to the cart. Neatly right on the spot where it won't crush the other crops or fall off.

Before Aina could leave with Kabuto, Airi then calls for her to wait and she hands her an list of orders from other customers, "Oi. Kame. If you're gon' take that boy back to his place, go on an' take up that basket over there. Here's th' order list. Get these deliv'ries t' ev'rybody on this list, an' get back here 'fore dark. Got it?"

Aina nods, "Yes Mama!"

"Repeat back t' me what I done tol' you t' do." She crosses her arms.

"Take Kabuto home, make these d'liver'ies, get back here 'fore dark." Aina repeats with her eyes closed and with her hand clenched onto a fist while one hand counts the three things to do.

"Good. Now get goin'." She nods as she puts the money that Kabuto gave her into the money box.

"Thank you again, Ma'am. Have a nice day!" Kabuto said kindly as he also bows to her again before leaving with Aina while holding her hand and helping her pull the cart even though she got it covered. As if giving her extra strength to pull it.

"So Aina, I overheard that your mother wants you back home before dark, and I did see that there was some things put away like storage boxes. Are you going somewhere after this and would you guys be okay to travel when the weather changes? I don't think you should travel too much around this time of the year." The boy holds onto her hand a bit tightly as if to show her his concern.

Aina thinks as she helps him pull the heavy wagon for him while he follows her. "Well, ah, I wouldn' say we travel that much. S'only th' sea turtles we really care about in th' world outside Konoha. We go twice a year. Th' first in May, th' second in October." Her feet step over a few leaves on the path as she continued, "Me an' Mama go t'gether, jus' th' two of us. We camp as much' we can--which's actually very fun once ya learn how t' do it well!--an' rain never bothered me. We need th' rain t' live, don't you know! "Snow? Ahahaha! Well now, I ain't never been through a lotta snow! So I can't say how I'd cope if I did get caught in a blizz'rd. Hafta get back t' you on that."

"So this would mean that you won't be out in the winter then? Thank goodness for that! Aina, your mom even though she is scary. She sounds like a nice lady, especially when she gave me this pumpkin for free. I know that she won't give stuff for free, but I'm really happy that I can bring one since I've never eaten pumpkin before."

The walk back to the orphanage was a nice and peaceful one, and one that Kabuto would always remember when Aina's mother is mentioned in their talks.

A planned drabble with my friend @super-kame-love

Also tagging you @lunyraartistry

[overhorsed]

so I never actually wrote about our outing last weekend!

floating - F loaded really well leaving home, was a bit trickier coming back but we got there. with two people it would have been easy but with just me he backs off when I move to shut the bum bar.

it was meant to be a showjumping training day and my most basic goal was to at least ride around in the warmup with other horses which... did not really happen because only one other person was there.

arrival - he was a bit prancy when I first unloaded him and walked him around but he was well-mannered and he stood well at the float and ate his hay net. easy to tack up.

riding - by the time I had him tacked up someone else had arrived but parked out of sight, and there was no clear warmup area so I trotted him a couple of circles on the long lead rope make sure he wasn't too spicy and hopped on. he didn't want to walk out of the car park because there was damp ground at the gate 😂

went up the arena and went in because there was no one else around. he jacked up a bit at the gate (because this was his first time in an indoor arena ever in his life) but walked in with no leaps or theatrics eventually. first couple of laps he was twitching at everything from the drag marks to the sound of the footing hitting the boards, but he didn't do anything stupid and after a few laps and trying a trot we did our round of tiny crossrails.

it was a mixture of actual jumps and treating them like trot poles, but I was really pleased with how he focused and didn't spook at anything.

(comment from the venue owner "he's much nicer when he has a job to do!")

walked him around a bit more, then the other person came up and did her round while we practiced waiting patiently (not entirely successful).

she asked if I was happy to go up to 45cm and I was but then immediately started doubting myself because we haven't done much higher than that at home and stupidly I imagined there would still be some crossrails, but it was all either verticals or oxers (nearly half the course was oxers) which again we haven't done very much. also the other girl nominated me to go first, which, thanks.

ANYWAY F whacked the absolute shit out of the first jump but somehow didn't bring it down and that woke him up for the rest of the course. coming in to some jumps (especially the oxers) I could feel him asking "are you sure?" but when I put my leg on he just went "ok then!" and powered over them without ever feeling like he was going to refuse. champion.

(his steering did get a bit wobbly at a couple of points where he went to go the complete opposite way to the course/me so I need to remember to steer more clearly post-jump)

completely missed one distance but it didn't seem to put him off. this was also his first time seeing a combination and he wanted to run out at the second element but we fumbled through and he got better each time.

the other girl went through, then I went back in just to do select fences. I wanted to practice approaching at a canter (which... took a bit to establish with him wanting to be a little wild) so we did a vertical, and oxer, and then the vertical to double line again. no hesitation again and the owner commented that it looked much smoother even though it felt a bit hairy.

hopped off and walked him around for a bit, the other girl went up to 60cm but we called it a day. part of me wanted to try at least one jump at 60cm but he'd been so good the whole day that I didn't want to push too far and ruin it. better to end on a good note.

firsts: time on a float in over a year (oops), time at this venue, time in an indoor arena, full course of jumps, proper jumps with stripes and wings, oxer under saddle (? maybe), combination.

what a trier. I'm so proud of him and how he handled everything.

[returntosaturn271995]

Saturday, July 23rd: Pretty in pink...no wait, I went on a run in humidity and now my face is pretty pink.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Ted Cruz on my run today. More specifically how much I hate him and how much politics revolves around a grown man’s opinion on The Barbie Movie. Texas’s infrastructure is crumbling, but sure let’s call Barbie communist. Barbie. Communist. Barbie, a name so associated with capitalism that even the shade of pink in the logo is trademarked. A name so synonymous with a registered marketable persona that no one names their kid that anymore. Like Jesus or...Adolf. 

But yeah, Barbie (circle the R) and the movie designed to sell toys. Communist icon.

Anyways, I was so wrapped up in how stupid that was that I’m pretty sure it turned the green juice in my stomach sour and I almost shit my pants on my run. Again. 

I wish I were joking. 

After a cold shower and shameful googling I’ve come to the conclusion that I have runner’s trot. Which happens as people start to develop long distance running habits (yay!...wait.). Seriously, why does no one tell you how disgusting it is getting in shape? Next time you see a fitness influencer, just be glad you can’t smell them. They will tell you how good you will feel and look, which I do, but what they won’t tell you is that after the first three miles of running you will start to sweat from your actual asshole. 

I didn’t even know we had sweat glands down there. I’ve have had sex my entire adult life and nothing has made me need a thorough shower more than 30 seconds of jogging in humidity. 

Also a bug flew directly in my face. This is unrelated, but also has never happened to me just sitting in my room. Happily rotting away. 

There’s no such thing as “good, clean, sweat”. We are covered in bacteria and oils. I have a runner friend who judges people who drink and do the occasional drug- yeah she’s great at parties- and she’s always talking about how nice clean living is and working out. Bitch, you do hot yoga. That’s just paying $40 to sweat from your vagina for an hour, how much cleaner than me could you possibly be? She looks amazing, but that’s fucking disgusting. 

I’ve done hot yoga, and the only part I liked is when everybody lies down on the floor at the end like a suicide cult sponsored by Lulu Lemon. 

Add the fact that cardio jumpstarts your metabolism and green juice is essentially a kale colonic and it’s basically a stomach flu that damages the cartilage in your knees. 

Anyways, if you’re reading this years down the line and feel bad about not going to the gym that day, just be happy you don’t have any spandex to wash. 

In other news, Nate ran a marathon today at a pace of 8.17 minuets per mile while micro-dosing acid. 8.17. Like the fuck. Was he on psychedelics or Compound V?? (No word on if he felt like shitting himself at any point.) 

My primary focus today is health and comedy. It was health and peace but then I got bored. I even updated my computer background to David Rose in his baseball uniform to remind myself that fierce bitches can always surprise you even if you were picked (rightfully so) last as a kid. 

Some things I’m proud of today:

Didn’t stop running when my headphones gave out, just ran back home and put in new ones. 

Dragged out the trash bins even though it’s technically no one’s week. (When living with roommates this actually makes me a saint, I expect to have a candle lit in my honor next to the communal water dispenser). 

Made myself a basic ass sandwich from the rapidly aging fridge ingredients (check the expiration dates on your pickles and mustard)

18 minutes of yoga and 10 minute meditation on simplicity has me feeling calm without alcohol or weed.

Updated the Beamer’s car registration, have a fancy new duvet for my bed, and brand new shampoo and conditioner to keep my hair from getting hay-like

Load of laundry, cleaned out fridge, and didn’t spend a cent today

[more-than-a-princess]

Sonia gave her a wary look: if she was part of Naegi's circle, they surely would've met by now. The five survivors had already been introduced to the members of former Class 78 who had survived their own killing game, one where the deaths were very real, and very permanent, for their former classmates. If any of them, Asahina in particular, were particularly jealous or spiteful of that fact, they didn't show it. But as some of the team were seen as more of a liability than others, Fukawa and Hagakure in particular, they were often kept at HQ or reassigned elsewhere while the others "looked after" the former Remnants.

No, this woman was part of the larger Future Foundation, one of the vast departments that likely didn't approve of Makoto Naegi's plans. For a moment, she wondered what she'd done to get herself cast away on Jabberwock. Most of the forgettable black suits from HQ were sent to their part of the world as a reprimand, and wanted little to do with the people who used to be Ultimate Despair, unless it involved slaughtering every last one of the former Class 77-B. She must've really cracked, then, if she wanted to spend time with a group responsible for mass genocide.

"Suit yourself, then. Though I'm not strong enough to carry you if you get heatstroke," She told her bluntly as she turned the key. Even dragging a human into the cart to take them to the hospital seemed unlikely, though not impossible: days of carrying (admittedly small) bales of hay at the farm had helped bring back some of her muscle tone, though her lack of interest in meals hadn't helped matters. "We're going to the hotel first. Future Foundation members either take up rooms there or in the cabins on the opposite side of the island, they don't stay in the former Remnants' side."

A choice Naegi's team had made: for one, they needed a break from their charges and two, Sonia and her friends would have to learn to sustain themselves eventually. After everyone was revived and rehabilitated, they'd be sent their different ways: the Future Foundation, or exile, or in the case of a select few, right back where they'd come from. As Sonia directed the cart down the narrow path, sand and dirt turning into pavement as they approached the side entrance of the Hotel Mirai, she wished she wasn't special, wasn't one of the select few. At least that hadn't changed from when she was seventeen, a member of Class 77-B and an entire life ahead of her.

Putting the cart into park and honking the horn twice, the door was flung open by Akane Owari. Her energy and enthusiasm was nothing like it had been before, and her hands were still covered in rubber dishwashing gloves, soapy water dripping into the gravel and running down the side of the door as she realized the error. Peeling off the gloves, she deposited them onto a bench before striding over: a few words exchanged with Sonia, a note passed to the former Ultimate Gymnast, a long look at the black suit and tie, and unloaded parcels later and Sonia had quickly driven the golf cart right back to the parking area on the edge of the beach.

"She helps Teruteru with the cleaning, and fixing up some of the cabins with repairs," Sonia explained as she hopped out of the empty cart and into the full one: this one with boxes and bags marked as medical supplies, and a few covered in black wrappings. "Having a lot of younger siblings and absent parents meant she had to do such things before. We're fortunate she remembers that. In any case, get in: we're going to the hospital now."

New arrival to the island or not, she wasn't about to veer off her daytime schedule. The hospital, further away from the beach, was a tranquil spot: a far cry from when the survivors had been moved into every last available bed and then some. It was part of the reason why they couldn't revive everyone at once: not enough support, from both supplies and human care. Tsumiki, along with Teruteru, had been the first two choices of comatose friends to revive purely due to their needed skills, the former Ultimate Nurse reviewing a folder of notes behind the desk in the lobby when Sonia approached.

"Supplies from the mainland have arrived, Tsumiki," She told her, though with the amount of boxes she'd begun piling up in the waiting area, it seemed a bit redundant. Still, Sonia pushed the small, swinging door aside that led behind the desk to pat Tsumiki on the shoulder, and pour her a fresh glass of water: as damaged as she was, just like the rest of them, she took her job seriously, to the point that she often forgot to eat and drink until she felt truly awful. "Medications, fresh linens and disposable products, and so forth. And a few things for Peko that Fuyuhiko ordered."

"Th-thanks Sonia," She uttered, a hand reaching up to pat Sonia's own, her fingers tracing over the former Princess's while the other busied itself with the glass, downing most of it in one swallow. "And he's in Peko's room r-right now, coaxing her to go to sleep. S-she needs rest!"

"She does, but it seems like bullshit after we were in a fuckin' coma for so long," Fuyuhiko's gruff voice chimed in as he shut the door behind him, making his way to the lobby. Sonia handed him the black-wrapped parcels as he narrowed his eyes at the newcomer: like Sonia, he too understood that the black suit and tie, and a firm expression, meant this woman was from the mainland. And probably assigned to the island, not choosing Naegi's team.

"It's the items you ordered for Peko, or the ones you wanted brought to the hospital when they arrived, if the labels are correct," Sonia chimed in, "Yukata, the brand of matcha she likes, and incense sticks with a burner. I hope they...comfort her, I suppose." Even now, she wasn't sure what to say: none of them were ever really comforted. They were able to forget for a little while, if they were lucky. Or had access to the right drugs. But not comforted: there was nothing anyone could really say to make it feel better, not after they'd left the simulation behind.

"Yeah, thanks a lot," He nodded. Gratitude, at least for those outside of the Kuzuryuu family, was still a new concept for him but Fuyuhiko, like the rest of the survivors, had a bond that even blood ties couldn't touch. Brainwashing, mass murder, and watching one's friends die in a digital simulation tended to do that. "But who's she?" He asked, the pronoun delivered curtly in Shinobu's direction as Tsumiki and Sonia both turned their attention to the member of the Future Foundation clearly unaccustomed to island life so far. Even Fuyuhiko hadn't bothered with a suit, opting for lighter trousers and button-down shirt instead. "Another FF grunt here to serve out their punishment? Doesn't look like one of Naegi's people."

"Truth be told, I didn't ask for her name," Sonia admitted. It was a challenge to feel guilty about it: not when there was a revolving door of HQ personnel every fortnight: two weeks was all it took for them to sincerely apologize for offending the higher-ups at the Future Foundation. No one wanted to be stuck in tropical hell with former mass murderers. "What do you want us to call you?"

"Mm." It was hot on the island, and while Shinobu had become quite used to conditions that others would blanch at, to suffer unnecessarily seemed a waste of her time, despite what Anzu would say about it. "I appreciate the advice, Miss Nevermind. I'll speak with Miss Asahina about it when the opportunity presents itself." Not now. Certainly not now, not when she'd seen Sonia after so long, in a way she'd never expected to see her again. "For now, I'll do my best to handle it without complaint." Even now, their own comfort came secondary to their duties.

"You're being kind of creepy, Shinobu-chan." Anzu had already climbed into the back of the golf cart, though Shinobu didn't doubt that she'd find some other space to occupy even if Shinobu took that seat. "It's pretty weird of you to keep this kind of secret from Sonia-chan. You know so much more about her than she knows about you - it's almost like you stalked her in a past life!" Her hand went up to her mouth, stifling a mocking laugh. "That's so gross." Shinobu bit her tongue. There was no sense trying to explain things to a figment of one's own imagination.

With a shake of her head, Shinobu looked to the mountain of crates, anywhere to keep her eyes fixed upon so her gaze wouldn't naturally settle on Sonia. "I've reported to Miss Kirigiri, and with allowances for the fact that I may be urgently required somewhere on short notice, my responsibilities are fairly open-ended." Perhaps some more of Naegi's meddling, or a sign of just how far she'd fallen in the eyes of the Future Foundation since Seiko's death. Tropical desk duty, a place without strict expectations, where all but the most colossal of failures would be unimportant in the scheme of things.

But even so, even if there was little Shinobu could do to truly ruin any professional developments occurring on the island, they felt a pressure not to ruin something else. The temptation was there, keenly felt in the back of her mind, to leave and not to come back. Returning to Japan was not an option, yet, but it would be easy to find a space with the cadre of other Future Foundation employees and handle some menial tasks, or no tasks at all, until she left. If Shinobu wished it, it would be easy to never see Sonia Nevermind again. She wasn't sure whether it was strength or weakness that kept her from that.

"You're right," she said with a small nod. "I'm not familiar with the general location of things. Unfortunately, Future Foundation does not see fit to give those of us stationed here a great deal of orientation ahead of time." Friction between Munakata and Naegi, perhaps. A belief that if agents assigned to the island despised their time there, it would bias them in favor of Munakata and against Naegi when they returned, as it was his plan that led to needing Future Foundation staff on the island in the first place. Clever. Political.

Standing near the golf cart, but not yet crossing some imaginary threshold, Shinobu brought a hand up underneath their hair, encircling the piercing they'd given themselves, impulsively, on their right earlobe just before leaving Japan. It was sore, to be expected of such a rush job. "If you want to stab yourself with something, I can think of sharper objects," had been Anzu's not-so-helpful addition, even as a few drops of blood had dripped down onto Shinobu's neck. It was healing, now, at least, and she took some faint comfort in wearing the small skull, especially in moments where what to say was hard to decide. Although Shinobu was too old and had seen to much to believe in any kind of secret power, she'd often seen Seiko fidget with it on her lapel, and it had seemed to give her some small composure.

"If you don't find the idea loathsome Miss Nevermind, it could be faster if I aid you in loading and unloading the cart," she finally said after a few moments of silence, having lowered her hand back to her side. "If these boxes are to be delivered across the island, as well, I could use the opportunity to familiarize myself with the layout." Assisting Sonia on a personal level, ensuring the completion of Future Foundation-sponsored tasks, and making herself more self-sufficient, without relying on others to navigate the island, all seemed to Shinobu unobjectionable. At least, from the likes of her organization.

But, what about Sonia? Someone she didn't know - a realization that seemed to come in sharp, stinging waves - showing up and inserting themselves into her life, her recovery, her circle of friends that did not include Shinobu Yaugchi. Not anymore, not for a long time. It was natural to be wary or unenthusiastic in such circumstances. "Although, if you believe it to be too much a disruption to your daily activities, I understand. If you prefer, I won't oppose being dropped off at the Future Foundation living space."

[busyskin]

Twinges

Day Three for @bruclarkweek (Day One - Day Two)

Word Count: 2737

Warnings: mild descriptions of violence/injury, mention of scars, swearing

Description: where soulmates feel each other’s pain

Clark always knew he had a human soulmate. The bruising and somewhat frequent paper cuts he felt throughout his adolescence were enough confirmation of that; he was immune to receiving such ailments himself, and they didn’t show on his skin the way a human’s might, but they meant all the more to him for that. It was the regular twinges until his twenties, and Clark was grateful to his soulmate for making him feel just that little bit more normal, that little bit more connected to his family and his Earth. There was the occasional strikes of grief that ripped through his chest, the same he felt when he looked up into the vast expanse of space for too long, but Clark only rarely needed his Ma’s comforting embrace to get him through them. It was all a perfectly regular soulmate experience; his Ma and Pa said so, the internet said so, all the books and friends and teachers said so. And Clark was content with it. Happy to wait in quiet excitement for the day when he would find his soulmate. Sometimes - especially in the first couple months of moving to Metropolis, when everything was shiny and unfamiliar - the small twangs of pain would be a guilty comfort, a reminder that he was never truly alone.

Until the night, when Clark felt beyond feeling, a pain so raw and intense and encompassing that he truly thought his soulmate had died and was dragging him with them. Clark was terrified. Beneath the horror, his brain fought to hold onto consciousness as every nerve he had underneath his bulletproof skin stung like it had been branded with a white-hot poker, before being submerged in artic water until even his eyes were numb, only to be hoisted out and branded again. He clawed at his cheap duvet as the cycle continued to drag him through and under. His mind felt like paper being unfolded, and he could only half register the pain subsiding before he passed out on top of the bedsheets, ripped in two.

It was with panic in his voice and lungs that Clark recounted the events to his mother the following day. And it was with wide eyes that she went to him while he was running words from his mouth like water from a tap, and reached up to touch his neck. He instinctively crouched down, even while he descended into incoherent sobs, and Ma pushed back his untamed curls from the space behind his ear.

She sagged in relief. “It’s still there, darling.” She whispered softly, and Clark, for all his super-hearing, could barely comprehend it. “Your soulmark’s still there.”

Clark was dizzy. He rested his head on his Ma’s shoulder, breathing in the smell of flour on her apron and hay in her hair. He collapsed into her embrace without any weight.

-

In the years since, there had been a steady stream of agony from his soulmate. Less grief perhaps, or maybe now it was just inseparable from the other hurts. Clark struggled to sleep for the first however many times of feeling his soulmate in so much pain, and he flew back to Kansas just to break down in front of Ma more times than he’d care to admit, even to himself. But his soulmark was always there; an unbroken circle raised like a scar, hidden behind his left ear and ink-black curls. For a long time, his hand would wander to the mark, the tips of his fingers tracing it round and round, ensuring it was still there, that his soulmate was still alive. He reassured himself in this way so much that his colleagues at the Planet began joking about how it was a wonder he could get so much work done when his hand was apparently glued to his neck.

It became something of a distraction, the worry. And beyond the anxiety that came with feeling so much injury coming from someone you knew you’d one day love so much - already did love, intensely, in Clark’s case - the consistency of the instances and the fact that pains kept coming meant his soulmate was alive, and apparently pretty strong if they could take such thorough beatings. Clark reasoned that maybe they were a boxer or a martial artist or something like that. The regularity checked out, and a lot of the wounds felt like punches and kicks as far as Clark could tell.

It was only when more superheroes started cropping up - on the streets, in the news - that the idea occurred to Clark that his soulmate might be more suited to him than he could’ve hoped.

…

Bruce Wayne didn’t have a soulmate. He had a soulmark, of course, but it was long since interjected by all the other markings and scars that criss-crossed his chest, hidden like a needle in a haystack. It was a fluke. A cosmic mistake. Not once in his life had Bruce ever felt even a flicker of pain from his supposed soulmate; not a scrape, not a headache, not even a paper cut. He’d been through his share of semi-frantic research sessions on people who’s soulmates have paralysis or other forms of numbness, other reasons for loss of sensation, lack of feeling, but they could still feel pains that were inflicted on their soulmate, whether their soulmate felt them or not - there had been some very extensive but utterly inhumane studies done by an English scientist in the eighties. Bruce, however, had never felt any hurt that wasn’t his own.

So he didn’t have a soulmate. And that was suitable. Brucie Wayne got to be a ditzy, debonair playboy without worrying about getting caught up in accidental attachments. Batman got to go out every night and protect his city without having to worry that someone else was feeling every attack on his body. And Bruce, he had Alfred, since always and through everything. And then he had Dick too, who was bright and quick and brought smiles in bundles. After him, there was Jason, who was so full of life and intensity. And then Jason was gone, and he took a bit of Bruce with him to the grave. And Tim was observant and put what was left back together as best he could. And then Jason was back, and he was changed, and he was pissed, but he was back, his boy was back, and Batman had a problem with his methods but Bruce had his son alive again, so he could do the fighting and the rage and the disappointment because his son wasn’t in a coffin anymore.

And it was enough. He’d made himself a family: a proper family. One that fell apart every once in a while, like it ought to; but mended itself in clumsy seams, like it ought to. When the grief hit him out of the blue, mourning for his parents - and sometimes someone he’d never known, while the stars smirked down at him, like they were playing a joke, like they knew something he didn’t - he could deal with it. Not just shove it aside and throw himself fist-first into a fight. Not just pull on a fancy tux and devil-may-care smile and wreck a bed that didn’t belong to him. No, he could deal with it in a vaguely normal way. He could wander down to the living room with the biggest tv and find at least one of his children there, and they could watch a movie together and not talk as much as they should; which was apparently the average way to engage with family, so that was reassuring. And then, undoubtedly, more of the flock would gather, and interrupt, and leave more things unsaid that really ought to be said, but it wasn’t the right time, and it would never be - and it was perfect.

Brucie didn’t want a soulmate. Batman couldn’t have a soulmate. And Bruce didn’t need a soulmate.

-

It was a Thursday night and a Friday morning, and the fog had rolled in from Gotham’s docks. Some gang had made a spot of the chain of alleys that ran down to the southern port. They’d dragged a handful of bankers out of their cars and had them kneeling in the wet cracks of tarmac, trying to intimidate them into some heist by pointing guns at their heads. Crouched on a warehouse roof, Batman readied his grapple. Beside him, Robin did the same.

“There’s more of them than I was expecting.” The boy muttered as he shifted his position on the wet, corrugated steel. His eyes squinted behind his domino mask. “Seems like multiple gangs from the area have collaborated for this. They’re being led by someone.”

Batman grunted his agreement before taking off towards the ground, landing between the guns and the victims. Disarm. Kick. Disarm. Punch. Kick. Swipe. Disarm. Robin’s getting the hostages out. Kick. Kick. Kick. Knife coming from the left. Dodge. Punch. Duck. Punch. Elbow. Swipe. Kick. Two thirds of them incapacitated. Punch. Robin’s back. Kick. Kick. Swipe. Tired. Punch. Not tired, weak. And sore. Kick. Missed. Fuck. Dodge. Dodge. Fuck. Sprained wrist. Swipe. Duck. Dizzy. “Batman?” Aching. Last man hits the ground. “Batman, can you hear me?” Tim. Stars.

-

Bruce woke up fully coherent. “Gleurgh beurgle.”

“Mm, indeed.” Dr. Thompkins’ face peered down at him, white hair reluctantly confined in a tight bun. Her eyes were gently assessing as she sat by his bed. In his room. Bruce’s room. He sat up. Why wasn’t he in the cave’s medical bay?

Leslie read the furrow of his brow. “Alfred insisted, I’m afraid. After I told him the only physical harm was a sprain, and that your bloods came out fine, he was adamant on you resting in your own bed.”

Bruce closed his eyes in mild frustration before fixing Leslie with a questioning look. “My bloods were normal last night?” He could hardly believe it; the pure exhaustion he had felt, the draining of all his strength, it was like he had been drugged, drunk in the worst possible way.

“Mhm.” Leslie regarded him attentively, but with more interest than concern. She had a hypothesis. Bruce sighed as he flexed his wrist. The pain flared up his arm, shooting through odd corners in his bones. That wasn’t the worrying part. What scared him was how he’d got into such a state to let a mistake like that happen at all. And Leslie was looking at him like she could see through him. If she was going to suggest he was overworked-

“I reckon last night must’ve been rough for your soulmate.”

Bruce’s eyes widened minutely, expression unguarded as it could only be in his own home. He flicked his gaze to the doctor, but she was lost in thought at a point just below his collarbone, pursing her lips at his soulmark.

He stared resolutely out the window behind her. The fog was only just dissipating, and the light still had a grey quality. His voice was empty. “You know I don’t have one.”

Leslie hummed like she didn’t know anything of the sort.

…

Batman and Diana were stood talking at the farthest end of the steel table when Superman entered the Watchtower. Well, Diana was talking; Batman was sort of just making assenting grunts. Clark half-smiled and shook his head in familiarity - for a second, the stresses of the past week became minuscule. Diana turned to face him fully in greeting, whereas Batman only flicked his eyes over Clark. Rao, his eyes were so pretty, the lashes so delicate even smudged with that black industrial strength face paint. Clark suppressed a shiver.

“Superman.” Diana’s voice was always strong, and it carried to every corner of the wide room. Her smile was strong and carrying too. “Are you well?”

Clark was about to ramble off the same Midwestern script response that he always gave to that question, force of habit as opposed to any desire for privacy, when Batman cut him off.

“No. He’s not.”

Clark turned to face him in question. He didn’t know exactly why he gave the dark figure a puzzled look. Even all the impenetrabilities of his body couldn’t hide a hair out of place from the cowled man, it was no wonder he’d noticed whatever he had; maybe a tightness of expression, or a heaviness in feet. They stared at each other. Clark could see Diana looking him over discerningly and trying to pick out any injuries with a worried crease between her brow. Batman’s eyes were hard and boring and still so pretty. Clark folded.

“Kryptonite.” He sighed, rejecting his sight to a far corner. Continuing, ignoring the slowly pulsing pain in his wrist. “A few days ago. I’ve had a good few shots of sunlight since, so I’m A-OK now.” He turned back to his comrades with a winning smile, before it turned mildly teasing. “I was going to tell you myself but-“

“That’s not all.” Batman finished his sentence completely in the opposite direction Clark was intending. His wrist twinged and his heart skipped a beat. If Batman knew - no, the trio had never talked about their soulmates, not even Diana, who was the most open of them by a mile; the only one to have shared her identity so far. It was entirely possible that Batman knew about Clark’s; he’d made no indication thus far, but Clark wouldn’t be surprised. But he trusted Batman implicitly. Except, right now, Clark felt so vulnerable to the man contained in Kevlar; if he could he would’ve willed the lead lining of the suit to cease existing, just so he could finally see him beyond his eyes, and so he could have any chance to protect himself and his soulmate if it came to that.

In the first time of Clark’s knowing him, the Batman broke eye contact first. Maybe he saw the terror in Clark.

“I know what you look like when your soulmate’s hurt.” It was startlingly honest and entirely too revealing to have been said by Batman. And yet it was. Clark stood in jittery awe; he would’ve looked the pinnacle of strength to anyone other than those currently in the room. Or his Ma. As it was, his colleagues knew him too well, and Diana, after an unwavering glance between the two of them, put an unarguable end to the conversation.

“The other members of the League attending today will be here shortly. I have an upcoming - mercifully short - period of unavailability that I’d like to discuss. Superman, debrief as far as you believe is needed on the circumstances surrounding your recent encounter with the Kryptonite. As far as the other members…”

Clark kept half his hearing on Diana, and half tuned in - as it always was - to the rest of the world. But neither had his focus nor attention. As he took his seat at the table next to Wonder Woman, his thoughts were consumed by the man on her other side. His eyes avoided Clark’s throughout the meeting, and even given the situation Clark was saddened by the deprivation of such a sight. Batman’s mouth stayed the hard line it always was; he’d forever look more unbreakable than Superman. A solid stone gargoyle. Clark’s thoughts had calmed slightly; Batman knew his soulmate was hurt - apparently knew every time his soulmate had been hurt - but he didn’t have any desire to use that information vindictively. Of course he didn’t, Clark reminded himself. He’s a good man.

It was when Batman was using the table’s projector to highlight a network of jaded supervillains that Clark noticed something. Batman was holding the clicker in his right hand. Nothing unusual there, that was his preferred hand - though Clark was fairly sure he was ambidextrous - and straying from such an innocuous preference might arouse suspicion in a room full of people as observant as them. Might alert them to an injury, give away a momentary weakness. So Batman used the same hand he always used, and kept the same blank expression he always kept, so that none of them could know of the sprain he harboured. But Clark did, and it made something flip in his chest. Because every time Batman pressed the clicker, a tiny flicker of pain settled in Clark’s right wrist.

[jarofstyles]

Can you guys do a cowboy h check in since we got the snl pics!!! Hopefully some smut... please

Yes 😎 - D

-

“Fuck me.”

Y/N felt hot. There was no other way to describe it. Nothing got her going more than seeing her man out at work.

While Harry did tend to work a lot with the business aspect of the ranch now, he always filled in duties and when it meant working the field and herding the cows, that was no exception. Today though, it was lifting and putting the bales of hay up into the loft with a few of the ranch hands and Matt.

Her eyes were glazed as she sat on the fence, petting one of their older mates who wanted some attention. Harry always looked good, of course. But there was something about him taking off his flannel after hauling heavy stacks of hay up to the loft, sweat dripping down his face and body as he wiped it with the dry bit of his shirt that had him going.

A throb in between her thighs, watching as he leaned his head back and let the cool breeze wash over his body as he finally got a moment to rest. Her mouth watered as she watched his sweat damp hair be finger combed out of his face, a smile on his flushed cheeks as he laughed at some sort of joke being told. The bottle of water in her bag was the perfect excuse to get a better look.

Harry was hot and a bit out of it from the heat he raised, only realizing his pretty girl was coming over when the wind caught a bit of her sweet cherry blossom scent and waved it over. He could recognize it anywhere.

“‘Scuse me. Got to go see what my woman needs.” He murmured, getting a pat on the back as he walked towards the girl. She wore a blue checked sundress today, actually buying into the country look- and god if it didn’t get to him. “There y’are, gorgeous. What are you doin’ out here?” He asked as he approached. She had a bit of a look on her face though, almost like she was drunk? That had him a bit confused.

“Was just walking around. Saying hi to Cinnamon.” She nodded over to the mare. “Was gonna bring yoh a water cause....” her eyes dropped down his body, taking in the droplets of sweat and making her tongue wet. “Y’look like you need it.”

Sometimes he could be oblivious, Harry. He wasn’t unaware of the fact he was attractive. It just wasn’t in the forefront of his mind. It drove her absolutely mad. She felt... he had to know what he was doing. When he took off the cap and dropped his head back, drinking the water up quick and messy, greedy, she almost moaned. The water dripped down his slick chin and her poor cunt... her clit was already swelling and needy, her body soft and ready for the taking. He needed to touch her.

The water was finished and it was sure to say, so was she. Harry watched in a bit of confusion as she approached further, wanting to warm her that he was sweaty and probably not a joy to touch. But his mouth seemed to dry right back up as he watched her glazed over eyes and her hand grab his belt buckle, coming to rest her other hand on his slightly sticky chest.

“Do you know how insane you make me?” She whispered coyly. Their bodies shielded by the truck, she pushed for him to lean against it. “When y’walk around and look the way you do? When you.... sit there and look so fucking sexy doing all that hard work?” She asked, looking nearly frustrated now. Her hand left his belt and tugged his hand between her legs.

“Feel.” She pressed it up against the damp fabric. His mouth dropped open, brows shooting up in surprise after her behavior. They’d been adventurous before and all that. But he was completely taken off guard by her risky move. They’d talked about it but... seeing it happen in practice was something else.

He curled his fingers against the fabric feeling as it was soaked through and hot to the touch. “Did you....” he swallowed, dropping his voice. “Did you get this wet just from watching me work?” His question received a whimpered nod, hips moving slowly against his hand. It was quite a victory for him. He hasn’t done a thing and he had his girl worked up to bits.

His own cock began to thicken at the mere idea of it all. Her leaning against the fence and watching him, thinking about how he got just as sweaty during their more intense sex and how she was probably wanting to bite him.

“Mhm. Yes sir.” She whispered a “just... look so good like that. It’s so sexy when you get all sweaty m’your working, all your muscle and your scruff.... and you fucked me so, so good last night.... I wanted more.” She pressed a peck to the middle of his chest before laying her tongue flat. Licking the slightly salty skin, dragging it up to his neck and ending with a bite on the smooth expanse of it.

Harry groaned, his hand closing around her hair and taking it in a makeshift ponytail. He was about to crash his mouth back on to hers when he heard a call.

“We’re showering and heading to the bar. Meet you there?” It was Matt, and Harry could hear pickup’s starting.

“Yeah. See y’there!” He managed to keep his voice steady as he felt y/n’s mouth lick up behind his ear, his hand working between her legs on its own now and her nails digging slightly into his chest as she pressed herself into him.

As soon as he watched the last of the men roll away? He was tired of waiting. Opening the backseat of his truck, he climbed up and lifted her up with him. Manhandling her and making her straddle his lap.

She giggled, hands going for his belt and trying her best to yank it off before the zipper of his jeans was down.

“Need it. Need you to be inside of me, H. You’re so... fucking hot.” She whimpered, not even taking a moment to take off her panties. As soon as he was fished out of his pants, she began to rub the tip through her folds, tugging the fabric to the side.

“Just can’t help it, can you?” Harry laughed lowly as he felt her hot pussy against his cock. Being dragged through it and feeling it slick him up, it was heavenly. But not as much as when she sank down on him with little warning.

“Oh, fuck me” he moaned, leaning his head back against the glass of the window. The door was still open. It was sundown, meaning everyone was either gone or not in this barn, and he was thankful for it- though he truly wouldn’t give a fuck right now. Not when he was balls deep in his woman.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she rolled her hips. So full, so fucking deep and she was feeling what she had been craving. “Yes, yeah. This is what I needed, sir. Needed this thick fucking cock inside of me again. Once a day isn’t enough.” She was on a quite horny streak lately but he couldn’t ever complain about that. Instead, he smirked, sliding his hands under her dress and take control of her ass.

“Mm. I know it is, my dirty girl. I spend all day riding... and now you’re gonna be my pretty baby and ride me?” He cooed. “S’what I thought. Such a sweet cunt, swallows me up and let’s me stretch it out... go on.” He smacked her ass. “Let’s see it bounce.”

Harry when she rode him was something out of a book. She swore it. The attractive arrogance, the way he made her want to work for it and the pure, smug satisfaction he got from it only made her want to prove even more to him. The easy smirk he had on his face, the pleasure he would show he felt, it spurred her on to give him what he needed to fall apart.

She whined, breath hitching as she lifted up to slide back down. Both of them moaned at the feeling, their indecent act being covered by her dress skirt but the danger and thrill was still there. Open car door in the middle of the barn lot. The slick sound of her pussy sliding up and down on his length, their shuddery breaths and moans.

“That’s my good girl, darlin’. Take what you need from me. Ride me. Feels so good to be swallowed up by you.” He exhaled, watching her face as her mouth dropped open in pleasure. Going in and out of her, the little squelch of her slickness costing him and making the job easier. “Have such a greedy pussy.” He kissed her deep, murmuring against her mouth.

“Better believe it’s all mine. Property of H. Hm? My girl’s perfect pussy... and this ass.” He raised one brow and slipped his thumb between the cheeks, making the strangled moan escape her. “Mhm. No one knows my beautiful girl is so utterly filthy. S’why I love her so much.” He pressed the thumb into the rim, making her thighs shake a bit.

“Yeah.... see, that’s it. This is it. You’re riding me in the lot because you got all wet while I worked. Imagine what the people would say? Knowing that you’re a greedy, dirty girl? Wants the most filthy and indecent things.” He watched her as she nodded, leaning her forehead against his.

She was dirty. Y/N was a slut, she would say, but only for Harry. She loved being touched and fucked and used by him. He managed to check every one of her boxes and she was in love with him... so there was no reason not to be her filthiest self with him. It got her off though. Knowing Harry knew these things and got to be the one to experience them. His finger in her ass paired with the need and fullness she felt had her approaching her breaking point.

“Gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard, Sir. Please? Please, please. Can I?” She begged, fingers grabbing his wet hair as she began to fuck herself harder on his cock. The filthy sounds and the heat was getting to the both of them, her thighs sweaty and he could feel it on him. Their skin sticky and her cunt dripping around him, their appeal for both of them was getting to the end.

“Mhm. The first time.” He earned, eyes dark and full of promise. She had awoken the monster bit of him that was ready to go for a few rounds. “Cum for me.” Car sex hadn’t ever been so good. Not with her whimpers and tugging at his hair, this thumb in her ass and her cunt clenching up, sucking him over and over until- she came.

A squeal. She let out the most adorable, sexy squeal as her whole body shook. His jeans wet with her arousal, he held her down on his length as she rocked back and forth frantically to work herself through it, clit getting it’s friction and his thumb pressing in further to make her drop her head.

“Yes! Please please.... oh my god. M’cumming.” Her voice broke as she soaked him, clutching him and her cunt clenching up and keeping him locked in place. Having her sitting on him like this and shivering at the pleasure pulsing through her body only spurred him on more.

This was just the begging.

His hand worked down her back, kissing all over her head as he let her ride it out. It had taken everything in him not to cum the first time, just watching his girl bounce and her tits right in his face- but he had plans for her.

“There she is. My beautiful, good girl. Feels so good... did such an amazing job.” He soothed, letting her catch her breath. As soon as she calmed slightly, he took her mouth and kissed her deeply, tongue messily brushing hers and letting her feel his passion for her.

“Now.... want you over the hood of the pickup.”

[lemony-snickers]

chapter four >> part three here.

Title: Helping Hands (part 4 of ?)  (AO3 Link Here) Chapter Summary:  Iruka asks the Caretaker a question. Chapter Word Count: 3,606 Chapter Warnings:  implied sexual content, NON-CONSENSUAL VOEYEURISM, masturbation, fem!MC, a terrible repetitive chapter i don’t have the bandwidth to fix, apologies .

There are some matters that only become clear in the aftermath, only obvious in the retelling.

And the decimation of Iruka Umino’s heart is one such thing.  Because when he replayed this story to himself many years later, he could see how it was not that things had gone wrong somehow, but that they had been wrong from the beginning.

It is so easy to give a heart away without knowing whether it is wanted, whether it will be truly cherished the way it ought to be.

And Iruka gave his love and his heart away too freely to the first woman who bedded him, without any recognition of the potential dangers.  He saw her clutch her locket, he knew she withheld her true heart from him, and yet he persisted.

The first time he breathed the words, “I love you,” was with his face pressed desperately against her neck as he rutted into her.  He kept his voice low and quiet, hoping she might not hear him over the sounds of their lovemaking.  He said it again in similar ways, letting the sound of the hay beneath her back, the slapping of his skin against hers, muffle his ardent confessions.

He had only wanted to see how the words felt on his tongue, how they sounded as they escaped his parted lips.  He wanted to try them on, test them out.  See if he really meant them before he voiced them loud enough for her to hear.

He did mean them, he found, when his heart beat faster in time with the words and he said them again the next time with his head buried between her thighs.  He knew they were the right words for how he felt, knew the Caretaker was the right woman for him to say them to.

And so he resolved to say other words, to bring them to her upon their next meeting.

It was a Wednesday as usual. He made all his morning deliveries with utmost haste, hoping to spend even more time at the Hatake Estate than he normally did.  He crested the steep hill just after noontime and found Lord Kakashi wandering the grounds. He gave a small salute to Iruka and his steed before turning and wandering away from the main house. Iruka returned the gesture with a shaky wave, but he was too distracted by the fluttering of his heart to register much.

He dismounted his horse and disappeared into the kitchen, brow dotted with nervous sweat.

Though the Hatake Estate’s sprawling grounds surely held plenty of inspiring sights for anyone who walked them, Lord Kakashi found himself, as was typically the case, wandering closer to the stables as the afternoon dragged on.

As he approached, he expected to hear perhaps the sounds of intimacy he often did when Iruka visited the manor.  Instead, however, it was a softly panicked voice matched against the quiet sobs of another.

Lord Kakashi’s brows pinched together in worry and he peered through the gap in the wooden slats as he had often done before to spy on the young lovers within the stable.  What he found was not at all as he expected. Rather than the passion and intimacy he usually pried upon, it was the Caretaker kneeling in the hay, looking plaintively at a crumpled Iruka, hands covering his face.

“I’m sorry, Iruka.  I thought…” she reached out as if she were going to touch him, but let her hand drop uselessly to her lap instead.  “I thought you understood this arrangement for what it was, same as I.”

Certainly, this piqued Lord Kakashi’s interest, and he watched with rapt attention as Iruka allowed his hands to fall, the agony of whatever was happening written clearly across his features.

“I thought you loved me, too.”

Lord Kakashi’s heart clenched at the words. Had he…

“I…” she started, stopped, tried again.  “You are a kind and caring man, Iruka. And one day you will find a woman who is equal to you in those things—a woman worthy of you and all you can offer.”

He had, Lord Kakashi decided, Iruka must have proposed to her.

“But it is you I want, can you not see that?”  She bit her lip and Iruka reached out to clench his lover’s hands desperately in his own.  He brought them to his lips, brushing them over her knuckles.  “Please,” he said, “Give me a chance and I promise I will make you happy.”

Lord Kakashi pulled his face away from the wall, unable to watch the torment of the moment unfold any further.  He listened, though—could not pull himself fully away as the Caretaker gave her answer.

“Iruka, I know you would do your very best to make me happy, I do.  You are the sort of man who knows nothing else.  I know you would love me as best you could, but I cannot love you in the way you deserve and I will not curse you to a life of only part-happiness. You are worthy of so much more than I am capable of giving you.”

Lord Kakashi heard a sound that might have been her pulling her hands from his grasp, or perhaps ripping the heart from his chest.

“Please,” Iruka said again and there was no disguising the sob buried in the word, the desperate ache of it.

“No, Iruka.  I cannot marry you.  I won’t.”

They sat in stillness a long while before the Caretaker finally reached out to brush some of Iruka’s hair from his face.  “I don’t think we should continue this arrangement any longer.”

Iruka felt bile rise in his throat.  In quick succession, there was a rustling of the hay, the sound of harsh footsteps, and the opening and slamming of the stable door as Iruka fled the woman he had loved and been summarily dismissed by.  As he mounted his horse, he felt the harsh sting of tears and he laughed.

He’d been a fool.  The only saving grace of the moment the fact that so few people knew of his intentions.

And all the while Iruka was running from his heartbreak, Lord Kakashi still leaned against the outer wall of the stable.  After several moments of silence, he peered into the stall expecting to find the Caretaker had departed as well.  Instead, he found the woman still kneeling in the hay, fingers worrying the locket at her throat as she stared at her knees.

He watched, waited.  Lord Kakashi wondered if she would rush after the boy, run to him over the grass as he rode down the hill back toward the village. Perhaps his leaving would push her to alter her mind.

Instead, she heaved a sigh and collapsed back against the hay.

Lord Kakashi licked his lips, though he was not wholly sure why.  Not for the first time since he had begun this perverse ritual, he felt the desperate urge to be inside the stables—to lie down in the hay beside her.

And when her hands ran over her body and dove beneath her skirts, Kakashi felt sweat dot his temple, the rush of blood through his body that pooled in his extremities.

He could not see where she touched herself, but he watched her face in captivated fascination.  Her eyes slid closed, her mouth parted.  She sighed. The small apple of her throat bobbed as she swallowed before letting out a soft, restrained moan.  Her brows knit together, lashes fluttering as her chest rose and fell faster and faster.  She whimpered and for a moment Kakashi thought perhaps he heard a name escape her parted lips.

And then her back arched away from the hay and she let out a long, low whine that vibrated in her throat.

When her body relaxed, Lord Kakashi realized how tightly coiled every muscle in his body had become as he watched.  It took her several moments to regain her breath.  When she did, she retracted her hands from beneath her skirts and he watched in mute fascination as she brought her fingers—coated and sticky with her own slick—up to her mouth and sucked them clean.

The young Lord of Hatake Manor brought his thumb to his mouth and bit down hard enough to break the skin to keep himself from groaning aloud and giving away his position.

He stood still as the Caretaker rose from her position, dusted off her skirts and left as if nothing at all beyond the ordinary had transpired.

Not long after, as she prepared dinner in the kitchen, the Caretaker would not understand the strange way Lord Kakashi watched her hands as she unwrapped peas and rolled out dough.

She had no way of knowing his mind was thinking of where her hands had been, no way to recognize he was replaying the vision of her licking her own arousal from her fingers in his mind over and over while he tried desperately not to pin her against the counter and beg her to do it again for him.

Because, Lord Kakashi realized, he would do anything to simply watch her—her graceful movements, her careful preparations, her strong arms.

He was late to dinner that evening after retiring to his room to attend to his frustrations alone, all the while remembering the slick sound of her invisible hands beneath her skirts, the soft pop as she pulled her fingers from her mouth.

Lord Kakashi thought of those hands often over the coming weeks, watching her dust the shelves and prepare his meals.  When she brought the steaming water up for his bath, filling the basin and then leaving him to bathe alone, and as he dressed himself after; a thing Lord Kakashi still accomplished himself despite the Caretaker’s consistent offers to undertake the task of hiring new staff,

In truth, solitude suited Lord Kakashi much better.  And he found himself well-attuned to his singular companion.  The idea of filling the house with more voice and bodies sent a chill of revulsion through him.

He had surrounded himself with plenty of other people for plenty of time and hardly any of them had done him any good.

It was with this thought he mind he continued his work in adding ramps and handles and pulleys to the various rooms.  Gai Maito would hopefully arrive soon, which would be more than enough companionship for anyone.

“My Lord?”

The sun was high already, his shoulders sunburnt.  And though he had long since shed the sense of impropriety being shirtless in front of the house’s sole other occupant might have otherwise induced, her sudden proximity gave him pause.  Lord Kakashi knew the back she was looking at was littered with scars.  Surely she’d seen them before, but never so near.

And when he turned to acknowledge her, he witnessed the way her eyes darted down to his chest, following the two jagged bisecting lines that crossed over his torso, though she was quick to correct her gaze.

She stared only a moment, more curious than solicitous, even if that did not come across to Lord Kakashi, who thought anyone could only look at him with either pity or disgust.

“I thought you might have need of some refreshment.”

She handed him a cool glass of water with fresh slices of strawberries in it.

When Lord Kakashi took the glass from her, he was careful their fingers did not touch.  They were certainly already guilty of too many improprieties to count, not that she seemed to mind much more than he did. Still, better to air on the side of caution.  He thanked her for the beverage, and then she was gone again, off to attend to her own duties.

Almost as soon as he set the empty glass down, it was removed and he did wonder how she sometimes managed to come upon him without any warning.  Lord Kakashi was a man always on edge, once trained to hear and sense enemies and friends alike approaching from his blind spot.  But the years of service not only scarred his body and damaged his sight, but his hearing.

The loud crash and boom of canon fire could not be withstood for long years without suffering the consequences thereof, after all.  One day, he knew he would likely be deaf as well as blind.  He wondered, sometimes, in his lowest moments, who might care for him, then.

If anyone would.

With no wife, no family, he would be as like to end up an invalid in an unfeeling hospital as anything.

He shook the thoughts away and assessed his work.

The ramp he’d installed from the back door into the kitchen was crude, at best, but it held his weight easily as he walked along it., which was all that truly mattered.  It had taken long months to complete the project on his own. Had he been willing to hire additional help, he could likely have sped up the work substantially, but Lord Kakashi found himself thrilled as he observed the proof of his own labor.

It had been a long time since he had made something with his hands.  So long, in fact, he nearly forgot the sense of pride that accompanied the end of such a task.

Of course, there was still plenty of work to be done, but at least now the House would be accessible to his closest friend when he made his visit.

That night, the Caretaker set Lord Kakashi’s bath water and then left him to clean himself.  “I’ll return to drain the bath later, My Lord,” she promised, pulling his chamber door closed.

The dogs, as usual, followed her as she left.  It was a sort of ritual by now, she expected—when Lord Kakashi settled into the basin of his copper tub, his unruly pack would follow her down to the kitchens, where they would patiently wait in the doorway as she prepared dinner, tails wagging in anticipation of the scraps she often tossed to them as she worked.

The pack was an even stranger addition to her days than the arrival of Lord Kakashi himself.  The Caretaker of Hatake Manor had never much considered herself an animal person.  She had grown up without pets in her household, and Lord Sakumo Hatake had not seen fit to keep any but his horses.

Though she did enjoy an afternoon ride upon occasion, she had never understood the impetus to keep cats or dogs or birds inside one’s home.

Still, against all her better judgments, she found herself warming to the dogs.  While not exactly helpful—in fact, often they created more work for her through the course of her day—she found them very amiable companions.  She walked to visit Lord Hatake’s grave at least twice a week, usually in the afternoons while Lord Kakashi attended to his own private duties, and the dogs would accompany her, yipping and chasing one another in the tall grass, rolling through wildflowers until they sneezed, covered in sticky yellow pollen.  Bisuke once bit at a bee and came home with a swollen muzzle and his tail between his legs.

Though quite spirited and rowdy, the dogs were well trained.  When the Caretaker whistled, they came inside, no matter how far they had wandered on the grounds.  When she snapped her fingers, they sat, and when she said, “No,” in a commanding enough tone, they stopped what they were doing to look at her with baleful eyes in the hopes she might change her mind.

No matter how much she became accustomed to them, however, the Caretaker still could not understand how Lord Kakashi ever got any sleep at all with the dogs all piled on his bed.  They were sweet enough, but their breath still smelled awful most of the time and they slobbered all over her skirts, a fact which she imagined was only exasperated by such proximity and the lethargy—and therefore carelessness—of sleep.

The pack certainly made for strange bedfellows at best and rude ones more likely.

Lord Kakashi watched the Caretaker grow closer with his dogs and found himself often warmed by the sight of them.  How often had he returned from his morning ride to find her lying in the grasses, dirt smeared over part of her skirt as she wrestled with Akino and Shiba, laughing all the while, even when she groaned and pulled away as one of them lapped at her cheek with a hot tongue?

She seemed to care very little about the mess they made of her, and Lord Kakashi could not help but smile when she inevitably returned to the house, rife with faux irritation at their antics.

“Shoo,” she would say, “I have work to do,” but it was all for show.

She would never say so, but the Caretaker cherished her afternoons with the dogs almost as much as Lord Kakashi cherished his evenings with her.  The young Lord admired the her commitment to pretending she did not enjoy their slobbering ways, however.

It felt like another little secret part of her he could hold onto; like watching her steal away to the stables some mornings and knowing she had no duties to attend to within—wondering whether her wandering hands had found their way beneath her skirts again. Certainly, Iruka Umino no longer stayed any longer than necessary on Wednesday afternoons, and the Caretaker was kind enough to make herself scarce as much as possible so the young man would have no need to interact with her directly.

Lord Kakashi stepped in to thank Iruka for the deliveries when she found herself away, and he admired the boy for his professional attitude, always inquiring as to her well-being though it must have hurt him a great deal to do so.

The Caretaker had been right, however, and Iruka had already found a new maid interested in his persuasions, though neither of them knew it yet; a young woman named Ayame whose father brokered with Mr. Umino.  The girl was lovely and fresh-faced, always blushing, same as Iruka.  It would take several more weeks for them to realize their mutual attraction (with no small intervention on the parts of their parents), and in less than a year’s time, the pair would be married and Iruka would be allowed to put all he’d learned during his ill-fated affair with the Caretaker of Hatake Manor to very good use, indeed.

Of course, he didn’t know that, yet, and so he looked at her feet when they spoke, however briefly, and he rode away with as much haste as his poor horse could muster after a long day, so accustomed had he become to a long rest at the House while his rider attended to other duties.

But life did not cease for broken hearts—not even at Hatake Manor.  And so the days continued on.  Lord Kakashi added small ramps to the interior of the House where necessary; small steps that lead from one room to another.  Indeed, he also erected a strange pulley system in one of the bathrooms that left the Caretaker much confused, as well as several bars near windows and chairs, all anchored sturdily into the walls, if occasionally at odd angles.

She had no idea what he was doing, and though the question of his intentions sometimes danced at the tip of her tongue, she never voiced it.  Whenever she felt the syllables beginning to form in her mouth, she would simply grasp the chain around her neck, let her fingers focus on each link in it before finding their way to the familiar cool metal of the oval locket.

She had not opened it in so long that it would have been impossible for anyone to remember when she last gazed upon the visages within.

And much as the Caretaker had questions about the rigging in the bathrooms and the ramps built over the stairs, Lord Kakashi constantly felt himself compelled to inquire about the locket each time she took it between her fingers.  But much as his companion swallowed her own inquiries, Lord Kakashi learned to focus on other things entirely—the words on the page of his book, the scratching of Pakkun’s velvety ears, the book keeping of the House he hated so thoroughly.

There was an understanding between them—unspoken and fragile; do not ask questions you know the other wished not to answer.  All information offered was done so freely, there was no requirement to intrude.

In this way, the strange pair were able to move through their daily lives in tandem, without one disturbing the other.  They continued their evenings by the fireside together when their energies allowed, silently enjoying one another’s company despite all social convention dictating they should not.  The ritual was quiet, private.  Comfortable. Though, much to her chagrin, the Caretaker found herself in much need of some new reading material several months into Lord Kakashi’s stay at the Manor.  She realized, with some amount of regret, that she had been so long at the Manor she had somehow managed to read every book in Lord Hatake’s small library that interested her.

It would be very fortuitous indeed that Lord Kakashi brought no small number of books with him from his home across the sea.

Though she would not know that for some time, and the adjustment to his particular literature tastes would stretch the very fabric of their bond, straining it until the material tore in half to reveal something utterly new and unexpected.

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All of the times Naruto knew she danced and the one time he didn't.

A/N: I've really wanted to write some Naruto fics for a while now but just haven't found the inspiration for it. Not sure how many I'll write but I hope to make a collection of these

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The first time Naruto knew Hinata could dance it was on a mission. It was just a few months after the war. Hinata and Shikamaru were assigned as his mission partners to ensure that the diplomatic hero tour (as Kakashi had called it) would go off without a hitch. It had been a long mission, one that Naruto was slightly uncomfortable with. Sure he loved traveling and meeting friends but it felt silly to be paraded around villages like he was the only hero of the war. As though others didn’t help. As though others hadn’t died. Still, having Hinata and Shikamaru there with him made the trip worthwhile.

It was the day before one of the first grand parties to be held in Naruto’s honor. People from all over the land had gathered. All wanting to be a part of the festivities, with many young women hoping to catch the eye of the hero. Naruto felt a slight panic when the Daimyo slapped him on the back telling him how lucky he would be dancing all night.

Naruto looked pleadingly over his shoulder towards Shikamaru begging for help but the man barely shrugged before turning away. Though Naruto thought he caught the lazy bastard smiling at his misfortune. He was about to call the genius out when a gentle hand touched his shoulder.

“Naruto-kun, if you need help I can teach you some basic steps.” Hinata smiled at him encouragingly, causing warmth to spread in Naruto. Hinata was always there to save his ass. Grinning brightly to show his appreciation he grabbed her hand in his and led her away. Once they found a quiet and more importantly private area Hinata stepped closer calmly explaining what a waltz was.

“Naruto- kun in a waltz there are three steps. a forward step, a side step, then together.” Hinata demonstrated the steps to Naruto going over it a few times until he felt comfortable enough to try it himself.

“That’s correct Naruto-kun. Now after you bring your feet together you will go backward so step back with the right foot- just like that. Now bring your left foot back. Good. This time however it’s going to swing back to the side where you first started. Now bring the right foot to follow.” Hinata and Naruto stood side by side as she walked the steps with him, letting him get comfortable with the footing, gently nudging his foot to the correct step when there was confusion. Once he felt confident he had memorized the steps Hinata stepped in front of him, trying to ignore the light blush that was forming.

“Naruto-kun, I think we should practice as partners now, but only if you are comfortable.”

“I’m always comfortable with you Hinata-chan! You’re the best-ttebayo!” Hinata’s face was entirely red by now but she chose to ignore the heat. Instead, she continued on, showing him the arm positions while trying to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat when his arm came across her back.

Focusing on the warmth his other hand provided in hers. Hinata began showing him the rotations. It took quite a while to get the hang of. Especially when Naruto faltered as Hinata went to step backward when he went forward. He panicked thinking he had messed up the steps he stumbled over himself to fix it. Causing both skilled shinobi to fall. Naruto grabbed Hinata tightly around the waist, rotating them so that he landed on the ground and Hinata was cradled safely into his chest. Both stayed laying like that for perhaps a second longer than needed, Naruto once more unconsciously giving the woman a gentle squeeze before letting go quickly an embarrassed and apologetic smile on his face as he began to apologize.

“I’m so sorry Hinata-chan I didn’t mean to do that I swear! I just forgot and didn’t know if I was supposed to keep going forward or follow you!”

“No Naruto-kun it was my fault for not explaining better, you were going the right way, women have different steps to follow in the dance.”

“No! You’re great at explaining all this! really! I should have just trusted what you had told me and done that. I’m really sorry Hinata-chan but I promise I’ll get it!”

“It’s ok Naruto-kun it’s your first time, it is only natural to be nervous. I know you’ll get the hang of it. It’s our nindo, remember?” Hinata’s smile was so genuine and bright Naruto had to look away for a moment, her words lingering even after she had said them.

Our nindo.

Naruto felt a spark of energy soar through him and wondered if Kurama also felt motivated by Hinata’s words. Jumping back onto his feet Naruto stretched out his hand to Hinata. A fire burning behind his blue eyes as he clasped her hand once more. Pulling her up and even closer to him than before.

“Let’s try again-ttebayo!”

“H-hai!”

It was the evening of the party and Shikamaru and Naruto were walking around the ballroom together.

“Would you quit messing with it?” Shikamaru whispered in annoyance.

“I can’t help it, everything feels tight!” Naruto whined as he shifted the collar of his outfit. (A gift from the daimyo) and let out a string of curses. He felt like he was suffocating. Glancing over at his friend he felt envy, the Nara had on a much simpler version of his own outfit and it seemed that the man opted for his own undershirt rather than the constrictive piece of material that Naruto was currently wearing. Sighing the blonde adjusted the collar one final time before giving up and pouting.

“Hinata would feel sorry for me”

“Then go complain to her.”

“Tch- you know she said she would be arriving later.” Naruto had been excited to see Hinata. However, one of the daimyo’s servants had stopped at Naruto and Shikamaru’s room informing them that Hinata had sent a message letting them know that her own dress hadn’t arrived and that she would be a few minutes later than the boys.

That was an hour ago and Hinata still hadn’t shown up. Naruto was itching to go and find her, worried something had happened. Though also just wanting an excuse to escape from the boredom that was the party. However, before he got the chance the Daimyo entered the grand room from a balcony up above.

“Thank you all for gathering tonight to celebrate the end of the war and the prosperity we shall gain from it!" The daimyo smiled down at the cheering crowd, puffing his chest out like he was the reason such prosperity would come about. Still, Naruto was smart enough to keep from rolling his eyes. clapping in approval of the words.

"So tonight I ask that everyone enjoy the entertainment and food. Let the dancing begin!" It was like the Daimyo had opened the flood gates suddenly it seemed that every woman in the room had turned their attention onto Naruto. Many already trying to form a line to get to him.

S-Shikamaru I can’t dance with all of these girls, that's impossible!”

“Naruto you’ll be fine, you’ve worked hard.” A different softer voice spoke out, causing Naruto to jump. Spinning around wildly, he spotted Hinata who had quietly taken her place beside Shikamaru.

“Hinata -chan!”

“I apologize for being late, it took longer than anticipated to get ready.” an embarrassed blush adorned her face as she bowed towards her two friends for her tardiness. Shikamaru waved it off while Naruto looked appalled.

“Don’t apologize Hinata! It’s not your fault the daimyo is using us for advertisement!” It was true, these outfits were a blatant excuse to get the textiles out into the public eye, and what better way to show off your country's goods than to have them paraded around on the most popular attraction. Though as Naruto eyed Hinata’s dress he couldn’t help the irritating though that the Daimyo had requested this specific dress on Hinata for a more lewd reason. Though the dress was far from indecent, the low scooping back and the form-fitted top were far more revealing than anything Naruto had ever seen on his friend.

Old daimyo is just another perv. he thought darkly but he still couldn’t help the thought that she looked really pretty. Naruto was just about to tell her this when a woman stepped forward grabbing Naruto’s arm tightly.

“Naruto-senpai please dance with me!” the young girl Naruto realized was one of the shinobi who had met their squad at the gates of the capital.

“I-”

“Just get on with it. The sooner you do it, the sooner we can leave.” Shikamaru whispered as he shoved Naruto towards the dance floor. Naruto stumbled but caught himself. He turned his head back planning to give Shikamaru a dirty look but stopped when he saw Hinata. Though she was still smiling there was a sad look in her eyes. Belatedly Naruto realized he probably should have asked Hinata for the first dance. After all, she had helped him so much. As he was dragged to the dance floor and could feel his dance partner feeling up his muscles, he couldn’t help but wish it was Hinata in his arms instead.

It had been a few hours and Naruto felt like his feet were going to fall off. He had lost track of how many partners he’d had. It was all the same. Every monotonous move yet it seemed his partners couldn’t get enough, some even fighting for more dances.

Naruto sighed as he spun his latest partner away, waiting for a new one to take her place. Straining his neck he caught sight of Shikamaru’s hair. Since the dancing had begun he’d tried to catch a glimpse of that beacon of spiky hair around the perimeters of the ballroom. It worked every so often but he was disappointed in not spotting long deep blue hair.

He had prayed at some point that Hinata might cut in. Hoping for a reprieve from all these women who only seemed to care that they were seen on his arm. It would have been nice to dance with a friend, someone he could actually talk to. yet it never happened. Still, he needed a break. Stepping back away before the next girl could come up he gave an apologetic grin scratching the back of his head as he did so.

“I’m sorry, but I just spotted someone I need to talk to, please excuse me.”

The girl pouted murmuring that she'd only gotten to dance with Naruto three times but Naruto had already turned away making his way towards his friend.

“Are you ready to call it a night yet?” the Nara asked from his slumped position in his chair. He had acquired the table an hour ago and had been napping ever since. Naruto nodded slumping into a chair of his own. Wincing as his feet screamed in protest over the night's abuse. Though he’d done exceptionally well he had no doubt abused his poor feet. For all the teaching and practice Hinata had gone through with him he still ended up tripping a time or two. though the biggest abuse was in the form of some of his dance partners accidentally stepping on them in their heeled dress shoes. Yes, Naruto was ready to call it a night if it meant soaking his poor feet.

“Then go grab Hinata-chan so we can get out of here,” Shikamaru said stretching out as he did so.

“Where is she?” Naruto asked turning once more to catch a peek of her.

“No surprise you haven’t seen her, all the women clustered around you while all the men have been circling her. She’s in the middle of that crowd over there.” Shikamaru pointed to the other side of the room where it seemed an equally large crowd had gathered. And true to his words right there in the middle was Hinata, dancing with some man.

“Why didn’t you help Hinata-chan?!” Naruto accused glaring at the man already settling in for a nap again.

“It’s too troublesome to get involved, besides unlike you she’s actually enjoying it.” Naruto was surprised by these words. Standing up he ignored the pain he felt as he looked closer at the scene.

Sure enough, Hinata looked like she was having the time of her life, her eyes were half-closed and there was a healthy blush adorning her cheeks though not from embarrassment but from all of the activity. Her hair had come loose at some point in the evening and it followed behind her in a mesmerizing dance of its own. Naruto could only watch in awe as Hinata was swept around the floor matching her partner step by step. It had looked as though the two had been dancing together all of their lives. Like they had been born to be each other’s partner.

“They're a handsome couple.” an older woman spoke near him, nodding her head toward the couple. her friend agreed, speaking up herself.

“That is the Hyuga heiress from the leaf village, Lord Souta would do well to ask for her match.”

Naruto frowned at the two women gossiping. Match? Why would Hinata fight that guy, he’s obviously not shinobi.

Idiot Kurama murmured but Naruto ignored it. Choosing instead to make his way through the crowd to get to Hinata. As he came to the center of the growing circle he watched as the dance came to a close. Lord Souta or whoever it was had just dipped Hinata low. All around him, people gasped in delight at the display but Naruto could only frown. This didn’t look like anything Hinata had taught him. This was obviously a different dance, one that only someone with more skill could do. As if to give the crown one final trick Souta spun Hinata, having her twirl out away from him as far as their joined hands would allow. Hinata was so close to Naruto he suddenly had an urge to take her and run. However, he was frozen in place, Hinata was breathtaking. There was no other way to describe it, Naruto couldn’t think of a time where she looked so relaxed and happy.

Something about that hurt Naruto deeply but he couldn’t understand why. He was happy that Hinata was enjoying herself and was feeling comfortable enough to show him and everyone around them her passion. But still, something bothered Naruto. He watched as the final notes to the song ended, Lord Souta pulled Hinata back toward him as if there was a magnetic force pulling the two back together. Hinata spun effortlessly back into the man’s chest clutching his shirt as she was breathing heavily.

The audience cheered.

Naruto couldn’t help his eyes narrowing at the man���s hands, who had clasped them against the small of Hinata’s back. Bunching the fabric together. Naruto was about to tell him off when Hinata finally seemed to realize their audience. To everyone’s surprise, her blush grew as she went to step back. Souta released her just enough to let her have some breathing room.

“Thank you for the dance, Lady Hinata. It was a pleasure.”

“T-thank you, I enjoyed it very much.”

“We must dance again soon.” Lord Souta smiled gently as he bowed towards the woman, taking her hand before she could walk away and kissing it. Hinata, Naruto was shocked to see didn’t faint, or freak out over this instead she gave the man a dazzling smile before nodding her head.

“I would like that very much Lord Souta, thank you.” Both dancers ignored the gossiping whispers as they moved back away from each other. Before any other guy could ask Hinata to dance Naruto snaked through the rest of the crowd. Grabbing her hand pulling her with him gently.

“N-Naruto- kun?!” Hinata felt surprised at seeing the blonde. She had been trying to spot him all night but was unable to, due to the masses that surrounded him. Naruto just smiled down at her, his grin stretched across his face.

“Hinata-chan it’s getting late and Shikamaru is ready to go to bed. I’m sorry I had to interrupt you but-”

“No, it’s fine Naruto-kun. I was getting tired myself and we are leaving early in the morning to head out to the next village.”

“Still, I hate to make you leave. You looked great out there Hinata-chan! I had no idea you liked to dance so much-ttebayo!”

Hinata felt like she was in heaven, Naruto was actually complimenting her. Still, Hinata tried to calm herself down.

“Thank you Naruto-kun. I had to learn many dances as a daughter of the head of the Hyuga clan. It's believed that dancing helps to create relationships and bonds with others all around the world. Like tonight with Lord Souta, he has many trade deals with the Hyuga.”

“Oh, so you are friends with that guy?”

“Well, we’ve met before. However, tonight was the first time we were able to speak freely amongst ourselves. He was able to talk to me about a special rare herb he has been cultivating in his gardens. I offered to make some special salves using those herbs with the promise that we could keep bundles of the herbs ourselves.”

“Wow, you were able to make trade negotiation while dancing, that's impressive Hinata-chan.”

“W-well that happened during our first couple of waltzes together. The last dance though was to a song from his country and so we couldn’t really speak. The dance is so fast-paced.”

Naruto faltered in his steps for a millisecond before continuing. By now they were close to the table to grab Shikamaru.

“Haha, I thought that dance looked a little more complicated than what you taught me,” Naruto said with a forced laugh. Hinata stifled a yawn as they woke Shikamaru up once more, humming in agreement to Naruto.

“Yes, it’s a bit more advanced, I don’t often get a chance to practice it.”

Later, long after they had left the party, and walked Hinata back up to her room. Naruto laid awake thinking about the events of the evening and everything Hinata had mentioned. He tossed and turned, kicking the blankets off of him as he stared up at the ceiling. Something was still bothering him. Something that he couldn’t figure out. It was only after the image of Lord Souta’s hands clutching around Hinata's waist jarred him out of a fitful sleep did Naruto realize what the problem was.

It wasn't the fact that he didn't like the guy.

It wasn't the fact that he wasn't as skilled a dancer as the guy.

It wasn't even the fact that Hinata repeatedly danced with the guy.

It was the fact that Naruto wanted to be the only guy that Hinata danced with.

[navegandoaciegas]

Hay(wire)

Kinktober 1/31 : quickie, face fucking, facial.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, unprotected vaginal sex, sex in a barn, oral sex, facial, set after the events of CA:TWS.

Yeah, I actually did it 💀

A/N: day 1 of @itgetsdarksometimes35 spooky challenge + Kinktober.

Bucky despises you.

He loathes how his heart rate picks up whenever he sees you, or how the pit in his stomach grows larger when he doesn't. He can’t stand the way the other farmers talk about you and look at you, but mostly he hates how you bite your lips and clench your thighs when he catches you staring, the tangy scent that floods his senses when he’s close to you, and how you never question why an American veteran would be picking hayballs in the Romanian countryside.

He hates your kindness, the way you hang onto his every word when he describes the night sky, your stained hands and the flowers you weave in your hair, your nipples showing through your white t-shirts, his blood draining from his brain and shooting straight to his cock just looking at you.

You bring out the beast, the soldat lingering inside some recess in his mind, the side of him that wants to own you, and ruin you for everyone else.

You bother him, talking and being nice. Smiling. Cracking jokes. Eating your lunch with him when the other boys are too afraid to approach him. Filling the silence with your stories while he munches on buni’s sarmalele and merely grunts in acknowledgement. Bringing him water when he sweats buckets under the sweltering sun. Shamelessly flirting like you find him attractive.

As if a pretty girl like you could ever want him, he thinks, with the stench of horse shit clinging to his skin and oozing out of his pores.

He scoffs at himself, and stacks another hayball, willing himself to forget all about you.

-

You know he hears your steps on the cobblestones before you enter the barn where he’s stacking hay in neat piles, like he always does before going to bed.

“You can continue this tomorrow, I’m sure buni won’t mind if you take a break.” you quip, closing the door and leaning on the wooden stall.

You eye his tanned skin, reddened by the scorching August sun, the strain on his sweaty long sleeved t-shirt that clings to his bulging biceps, the outline of his back muscles as his chest heaves.

There’s something animalistic about him, something that makes your stomach churn and your pussy tingle. When his t-shirt trails up, you can’t help but observe the hard planes of his abs and the coarse, black hair that trail them.

“I’m doing what she pays me for, and so should you.”

He dismisses you with a curt nod as he keeps lifting the hay and stacking it away for the winter.

By that time, you’ll both be long gone, so you might as well make the most of what you have.

“I’m done picking plums, if you must know.” you state, an unimpressed look making its way on your face. “You work twelve hours everyday, and you won’t drink her țuică or smoke the cigarettes she gives the other boys.” you say, approaching him slowly until you’re standing in front of him, so close you can see the darkness in his eyes and smell his pungent sweat, “She worries about you, you know.”

Your eyes stray from his, traveling down to his plump lips. He swallows thickly and inhales a sharp breath.

“I worry too.” you continue, stalking closer.

His manly, musky scent is intoxicating, and you feel short of breath, heat and slick pooling in your panties.

“Always working, never having any fun. Life must be very lonely for you.”

There’s static energy, or maybe magic, between you two.

“My life’s just fine.”

He’s gruff as always, but you hear his voice waver when his eyes drop to your own lips, and he finds them parted, and so inviting.

You shrug, feeling your skin crawl with anticipation, want, need. “I know, I’m just saying, I could make it less… lonely.”

You see him cave. You know he wants you, and he’s never exactly subtle about it. But when your hand reaches for his left arm, the spell shatters, the air gets sucked out of the little barn, and the growl that he lets out terrifies you and excites you at the same time.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” he snarls, snatching his arm away from you. He looms over you, rage burning behind his steel blue eyes. “Or-”

He interrupts himself, taking a step back and restraining whatever wild instinct is clouding his judgement. The veins on his neck swell up, and the smirk on your lips and your tangy smell only add to his irritation.

You know you shouldn’t prod. You know he could crack your skull in half without breaking a sweat.

But you’ve also seen him bathed in spring’s pollen, cooing at newborn chicks and patting their feathers, whispering soft words in a language you don’t speak. You’ve seen him kissed by the summer’s sunrise, leaning his head on uică Dan’s horse while petting his mane, and humming to mătușă Ana’s cow while milking her.

You’ve seen him sneak outside your room every morning for the past two months to leave wildflowers on your doorstep, and you know he’s the one who carries you to your bed when you fall asleep on the deck chairs outside, after stargazing together for hours, and pecks a lingering kiss on your forehead, whispering to you, his sweet girl, to sleep tight.

So no, you’re not afraid, and very turned on.

“Or what, big guy? What are you going to do?”

Jaw clenched, fists so tight his knuckles are white, nostrils flared. He closes his eyes, heaves a heavy sigh and mutters a ‘fuck that’ under his breath, and in a blur he’s on you.

But he’s not hitting you, no.

Just like you predicted, he goes haywire, feral, his mouth is on yours, his tongue prods your lips, his hands roam everywhere, tangling your hair and kneading the flesh of your ass.

He bites your bottom lip, and you taste metal on your tongue. A moan escapes you when one of his thick thighs comes between your own, and your core rubs against the rough material of his jeans.

“Took you long enough.” you tease him when he allows you to catch your breath.

He’s sweaty, rough, his clothes soiled by the ground he spends his days working on, and you find that you don’t care, that you want him to dirty you and ruin you in this barn, with hay poking your skin and cicadas screaming outside.

You’re staring at each other, panting, eyes swallowed by darkness.

He doesn’t answer, never speaks much anyways. He’s on you again, his hand on your throat, and it doesn’t hurt but it’s tight enough to make its threatening presence known.

Your walls flutter around nothing.

The other hand, splayed on your back, guides you as you grind yourself on his thigh. It’s been two months of sexual tension, and it’s about to explode.

You reach for his t-shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours, but he stops you, and the look in his eyes, hard yet pleading, is enough to make the protest die in your throat.

Your own shirt is discarded, maybe shred to pieces. His touch is bruising and desperate as he explores your body like it’s his last day on Earth.

He nips and sucks your skin, surely leaving dark marks behind, rolling and pinching your nipples between his fingers, swirling his tongue around them until you’re pushing him off of you.

“I need you.” you moan, shrieking when his teeth bite down on your shoulder.

Pain is a bucket of cold water on your burning skin, a contrast to the pleasure he brings you, and yet it doesn’t diminish it, but amplify it until his teeth on your flesh are all you want.

He lets himself fall on the hay, dragging you down with him. It irks you, pokes you, and quite frankly, it doesn’t smell like roses.

But it will do.

He hooks his fingers around the waistband of your leggings and hastly drags them down to your knees, not even bothering to get rid of them.

When he pulls on your hair and spins you around, it’s not romantic. When he forces you face down, ass up, it’s not pretty. When he spits on his hand and roughly shoves two fingers inside you, making you wince, it’s not soft and caring.

“I’ll take care of you later, need to be inside you now, doll. I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you.” he murmurs.

You hear him fumble with his belt as he keeps rubbing your clit and pumping his calloused fingers in and out of you. “It’s been so long.” he adds, as an afterthought, while he strokes his cock and gets himself ready for you.

The hay scratches your cheeks, and you feel his intense presence as he kneels behind you, ready to take you like an animal in heat.

“Please.” you whine, wiggling your hips and brushing against him, “I need you to fuck me now, James.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, and lines himself up with your entrance, teasing your folds and smearing your arousal on his tip. You feel him prod your tight hole and you brace yourself for the pain, but when he breaches you, your walls stretch perfectly around him, accomodating him, and all you feel is a dull burn that soon gives way to pleasure.

Moaning at the fullness of his heavy weight inside you, you try to bounce on him, but his hands on your hips halt your movement. He's as rough as you expected him to be, and the coil in your core is unbearable.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” he groans, picking up a faster pace, slamming in and out of you. “Made for me, so good.”

He pulls on your hair, and the pain shoots straight to your cunt, making your walls clench on him.

Arching your back you meet his harsh thrusts, feeling his cock hitting that spot inside you, the one that makes the pressure build impossibly fast every time he bumps against it.

It’s all too much and not enough, and when he tugs on your hair again, your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You don’t feel the hay scratching you anymore.

“Fuck me harder.” you plead with tears streaming down your face, revelling in the lewd squelching sounds of your pussy and the slapping ones of his balls hitting your folds.

He never talks, and he won’t start now, you realize. You don’t care though, because all you can think about is his other hand snaking between your legs and furiously rubbing circles around your swollen clit.

You mewl when he snaps his hips and his tip hits your cervix. “I wanna hear those sweet noises pretty girl, wanna hear you fall apart on my cock, only for me.”

He brings you high, and higher, and the pressure grows more and more, until the knot unravels.

“Cum on my cock, fuck, cum all over me sweet girl. I missed this so much.”

When the dam breaks, you feel months of sexual tension release, and the tight coil inside your belly snaps. Your limbs jerk as a hot surge of electricity assails you, and you gush all over his cock, feeling your pussy constrict him in a vice.

He rides your aftershock, pummeling inside you while icy cold claws your every nerve ending. You’re drooling out of your mouth as a man you barely know brutally fucks you like a beast, but in the hazy state you’re in, you couldn’t care any less.

“I’m close.” he gnarls, tightening the hold on your hips, “Where can I-?

“On my face.” You turn and peek over your shoulder just in time to see the shock in his eyes. “I like it that way.” And I’m not on birth control.

When his thrusts become sloppier and his breathing erratic, he pulls out of you and stands. You turn around on your knees and face his thick cock, half wondering how he could make it fit inside your cunt.

“Open those pretty lips of yours babydoll, I want to fuck your mouth too.”

You comply, parting your lips. He shoves himself inside you, clutching your hair and neck as he fucks your mouth relentlessly, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

You can’t breathe anymore, but he keeps going, moving your head along his length. You taste him on your mouth, heady and salty, feeling every vein and ridge of him.

You look up, and seeing him all disheveled, hair sticking out everywhere and red faced, lights the fire in your pussy again.

Your hand finds its way between your folds while he holds you down until your nose rubs against the coarse hair on his pubic bones and his balls slap against your chin.

Quickly, he slides out of you, and pumps his cock once, twice. He cums on your face with a moan, painting your lips, cheeks and the tip of your nose with his white hot spurt.

When you open your eyes again, you find him staring at you already, with the most expressive look you’ve ever seen him wear and something akin to a smile dancing on his lips.

“God, doll. I didn’t even know I could do that.” he confesses, all doe eyed. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, babygirl. I’m gonna keep fucking that tight pussy of yours all summer.”

You let out a giggle when he hoists you over his shoulder and the hay that’s stuck to your clothes flies everywhere.

“Gonna fuck you until you’re sore, until you’re sobbing and you beg me to stop. Fill you up over and over again. Make this pussy all mine. No more other farm boys, you hear me?”

He keeps his word that night, and you keep yours all August long, and you know neither of you want this summer to ever end.

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