#now my heart won’t stop beating really hard and rapidly and it’s making me feel nasty

[myfriendtheghost]

goodnight pretty boy

[princess-of-the-corner]

Ranma 1/2 If I Was Writing It

In no particular order

 .. I thought Ranma’s Soul of Ice was leading to a thing where we find out the transformations were the result of changes in Ki, and were just triggered by hot or cold water at first. But like, if you trained enough, you could trigger the transformations yourself, no water required. So Ranma goes on a quest (probs with Ryoga) about mastering this technique, initially with the idea of locking their Ki in “hot” so they won’t transform anymore. Like, with the thought of “Finally, I can stop transforming all the time!” Genma is really on the “Fianlly, My Son is a MAN”. Only, they get to wherever, and Ranma seems to be struggling HARD with mastering this technique. Wise Mentor, who’s teaching these kids, has to have a heart to heart with Ranma about the reason the guy is struggling is he doesn’t actually WANT to master this specific technique, he doesn’t WANT to be stuck as a guy all the time, and how that’s cool, it’s ok to be comfy as both a guy and a girl. So, Wise Mentor shows them a different technique that lets you switch back and forth at will, and Ranma does that one. Ryoga, though, he wants his tiny pig form gone, so he sticks out the other one. Then, There’d be a big fight at the end where Ranma has to switch rapidly between their faster, lighter girl form, and their heavier, stronger guy form. They get it to a point where they perfectly balance their Ki, and end up with an androgynous form that is both male and female at the same time. 

.. Oh, also, Ryoga’s pig form gets excised later via weird ghost-spirit powers. Like, keeping your Ki “heated” all the time is bad for you, so things go fucky during the Big Fight with Ranma, and we have to “draw out” the Inner Boar. Make it represent all the shitty things Ryoga’s done or something, the “pig” behaviour. Or have it represent Ryoga’s shitty self-esteem and depression. Ryoga has to fight it and defeat it to properly stop transforming.

.. Ryoga would have a bit more of a character arc. I think I’d focus on his terrible sense of direction. Make it a family curse he has to overcome. Then, during the journey, focus on how his life has sucked, how he doesn’t really have “friends”, or how he’s kind of depressed, or whatever. Whatever character you wanna write for him. After his direction curse is broken, the reverse joke is that it is now IMPOSSIBLE for Ryoga to get lost. Ever. At all. And he can find ANYTHING.

.. Also. Ryoga finally comes clean to Akane about P-chan. Ya know what, this is where we can have trans!fem Ryoga. Ryoga never thought it was weird because she never saw herself as a guy. Cue crisis.

.. Shampoo eventually confesses to Ranma that she does care about them, but is a pretty strict lesbian, and is only pursuing them because her tribe says so. Something something “strong blood, strong offspring” something “enemy or ally” mentality. Somehow, Ranma eventually proposes that he’s cool with Shampoo having his kid at some point, but they don’t want to marry her. Cologne is surprisingly chill with this.

.. Akane eventually figures out she’s pansexual. It’s around the time Ranma and Shampoo sort things out, and Akane has to come to terms with the fact all her intense emotions about Shampoo are actually attraction, not just anger or annoyance. Shampoo and Akane somehow end up on a date, where they beat the shit out of some douchebags. They make out. Soun is cool with this. Genma is not.

.. Mousse starts getting attracted to Ryoga, which confuses him, as he’s never been attracted to a man. Then Ryoga comes out as trans, and Mousse is like “ah! Ok!” You know what, they get together eventually. Why not?

.. Ukyo starts feeling like “ha! I won!” Cause all the other fiancées are “dropping out” of the running, but Ranma’s like “uh, sorry, you’re more like a sister to me???” Gonna be honest, not real sure where we go with these two, but Ukyo eventually comes to terms with the fact her attraction to Ranma is rooted in trying to prove her own femininity, and they stay as friends. Ukyo ends up dating Konatsu (the trans ninja).

.. Happosai:

dies at sea

Gets torn apart by demons

Suffers a heart attack

Swallowed by a monster

Falls into “Spring of Drowned Celibate”, then hit with that dumb ladle that freezes transformations

Eats a poisoned mushroom.

Murdered by mobsters

Falls into “Spring of Drowned Algae”, floats to the bottom

Dies of liver failure

Becomes the indentured servant of a demonic force

Gets isekai’d into [insert favourite piece of media here] and promptly crushed - by rocks or consequences

.. Ranma decides they don’t want to marry anyone. They have plenty of affection for their various friends and loved ones, but no real desire for marriage or sex. Actually, yeah, I’d make Ranma nonbinary/gender non-conforming, asexual, aromantic. They have plenty of love for people, much of it intense, but it’s all platonic, they just didn’t know that. I know I said before, possibly an eventual polyship with Akane and Shampoo, but nah. Ranma would have plenty of Queer Platonic relationships, where they stay with friends and cuddle and be very domestic, but Ranma has no burning desire for sex or romance.

.. Genma is, of course, not cool with his kid not marrying someone and getting the money to pay off all his debts. Genma tries to do something dumb. As Ranma has technically “married” Shampoo at this point (Amazons apparently have a version of marriage that’s “this guy fathered my kid, but we aren’t otherwise together”, who knew?), they are an Amazon, and attacking Ranma means the Amazons show up to beat his ass. He is forced to work for them.

.. Nabiki gets therapy, and STOPS TAKING PICTURES OF RANMA AND AKANE TO SELL TO PEOPLE.

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Perfect beautiful I love it.

[skywlker-sluvtt]

Obviously I have a request now 🫶🏻, Can I have hurt/comfort prompts #4 & #59 with Anakin pleaseeeee, I need him to make me suffer and then fix me again ☝🏻😁

Once again congratulations angel mwah mwah 🫧

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HEY BABYGIRLLLLLL!!!! this one made me giggle and kick my feet with all the angst <3

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anakin x gn!reader sfw! (me writing something smutless 🤩) word count: 497 prompts: 4 “why should I listen to you?” + 59 “why do you care so much?”

You were sat in the med-bay angrily still slightly numb from the anesthetic. It didn’t take long before Anakin came storming through. “What were you thinking!?” He growled. “I was thinking about my duty” You replied dismissing his anger. “Your duty? Rex and I had to risk our lives to save yours! Stop being so selfish, you do this every mission” He snapped. “Selfish? I didn’t ask for help, you should’ve just left me” You replied. “You wanted us to just leave? My duty is to protect you. Stop only thinking about yourself” Anakin continued. “I’m not thinking about myself! The only reason we got out of that ship was because of me! You would’ve never been at risk if you had just left me” You argued.

Anakin sent you a stern look shaking his head in disbelief. “You don’t get it, do you?” He asked. “Why do you care so much? You’re a Jedi, I’m just a pathetic civilian to you!” You shouted. “You’re not just a civilian to me. How can you even think that?” He said reaching his hand to touch your arm. You flinched away from him the pain of the blaster wound in your shoulder sending a burning sensation through your side. “I care about you Y/N” He stated. “Why should I listen to you? Y-You’re just saying that to make me feel bad” You replied.

“Why would I bother lying to you? Why don’t you believe me I really, really care about you” Anakin said now sitting at the end of your cot. You rolled your eyes and fixed your bandage silently. “I-I’d almost say that I loved you” Anakin whispered placing his hand on your leg comfortingly. “You don’t mean that do you?” “Of course I do, I’ve felt that way about you since the day you joined my battalion” He smiled. “No one’s said that to me before” You whisper.

He leaned forward with a small smile and wrapped you in his arms carefully. Anakin’s warm embrace sent a fiery feeling up your spine. Your heart began to beat rapidly as you reached your uninjured arm to his back and swallowed hard. The warmth Anakin was emitting was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. He held you against him for a long time, resting your head against his shoulder you sucked in a shaky breath.

“I care about you too” You whispered. “Then you won’t risk your life like that again?” He questioned pulling back to gaze at you. “I won’t” You whispered. “Good” He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You looked up at him with wide eyes and blushed before kissing his cheek in return. “Anakin will you stay here, just for a little while longer?” You asked softly. “Of course, beautiful”

[changlix-mp4]

skz reaction to you being needy

(with scenarios)

genre : suggestive ,, fluff uwu

warning : use of petnames , suggestive , slight dry humping, slight make out? , playful behaviour teasing , whiny reader, shy reader (depends in some)

❁ reactions with scenarios

❁ A/N : I feel like some are out of context , but I hope you’ll like it tho ,, please don’t mind the many mistakes :(

❁ Feedbacks are very welcomed ♡ let me know which one is your fav :)

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• Chan : I think my boy will find it a bit funny and cute at the same time,, at the way you’re whining and all. He’ll of course help you ;) (the loml) ♡

You were sat on the couch staring at your husband working. His beautiful fingers typing on the keyboard of his laptop rapidly. His bottom lip caughed between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed, totally immersed into whatever he was doing. He was so handsome you couldn't resist him. When he tapped his finger on his kissable plump lips it was the last straw. You got up from your spot walking to him. He looked up smiling at you "hi baby" , you put your hands on his shoulders straddling him. Chan's hands instinctively came to your hips. You buried your head in the crook of his neck starting sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. Chan groaned caressing your sides "what's up babygirl?" he chuckled when he felt your hands on his belt trying to unbuckle it quickly. "I need you" you whined. He cupped your cheek softly "Can I finish-" you pouted playing with the collar of his black shirt "please Chan" you whined again, fingers toying with the bottons already unbuttoning them " I really really need you" you bite your lip grinding on his crotch , looking at his veiny hands "right. now" imagining how they would look all over your bare skin . "pleaseee" you pleaded desperately as you gripped on his bicep. Chan looked at you quiet surprise at how needy you were. It was kind of funny how you acted but you were just so cute sitting on him, all whiny for him. He sighed before getting up with you in his arms "ok babygirl , you asked for it. Everything for my princess" he smirked before kissing you walking to your bedroom. This night was a busy one ;)

( I’m a sucker for husband Chan sorry )

• Lee Know : I think Minho will tease you asf. He will make you needier and beg for him , evil boy #1  ♡

You were in the kitchen trying to find something to eat until Minho entered the living room and sat on the couch. Just his presence can intimidated you. He does the bare minimum and can turn you on easily. Minho was bouncing his leg unconsciously as he was on the phone talking with Jisung. Your legs turned into jelly as you gripped on the kitchen counter to steady yourself. Boy just breathing and you're weak. His thighs were your weakness, they were so muscular , firm just .. wow. He suddenly looked at you smilling , you stopped breathing for a moment before smilling back. Lord why I am like this ? you thought. He kept on doing that for minutes and it drove you crazy . You moaned unintentionally as you thought of riding his thighs. " ok I'm done" you muttered to yourself desperately. You walked over to him sitting on one of his well-built thigh. He looked at you confused before smirking when he realized that you were horny. The pressure of his strong muscle against your throbbing clit made you whimper. Minho hung up and rested his body back on the couch "is my kitten horny?" he said teasingly. You nodded shyly looking away embarrassed. He laughed turning your flustered face to look at him. Glancing at your position on his thigh, he smirked "do I turn you on baby? Do my thighs make you horny?" he whispered playfully. No answer. Minho bounced his leg making you lose your balance and fell onto his chest. "tell me what you want? want to ride my thigh kitten?" he bite your earlobe. A weak "yes" left your throat as hummed, his hands behind his head. "beg for it" he said before bouncing his leg again. You moaned the pleasure and your needs getting unbearable. "p-please Minho". He smiled mischievously "c'mon baby, tell me. Tell me you want to ride my thigh . Say it hm . Beg for it" he purred looking down at your needy figure "please I need you.. I want t-to ride your thigh" he laughed flexing his muscle when you sobbed quietly. "I didn't hear you. Can you repeat my dear?" teasing dripping from his tongue.

• Changbin : He’ll get a bit needy and shy shy shy . Just by the way you whine , makes him whine too ( ugh binnie’s whines tho <3 ) ,, he won’t tease you at all ( uwu my baby ♡ )

You and Changbin were coming back home from a little walk at the park,, when you entered your living room you tripped over Changbin's bag that was on the floor. Changbin immediately ran to you, helping you standing up, one of your hand went to his shoulder the other one grabbed his bicep. The way it flexed under your palm when he helped you up made you froze on your spot . "y/n you're ok?" he asked caressing your hair. "baby are you ok?" he asked again cupping your cheeks. You squeezed his bicep eyes focused on the hard muscle "your.. you're .. I mean" you stammered. His arms were so big , so muscular.. you knew it already but you never really focused on them. You just wanted to touch them and grip on them like when you- "Binnie , I want you" you suddenly whined. Changbin released a breath he didn’t know he was holding "your- you look so good" you whispered shyly. His heart stopped, the compliment turning his cheeks red. How can something so "normal" affect you this way? Were you crazy? "babe" you whined pulling him by his shirt. Changbin whined as you played with the hem of it. "I need you" you pouted grabbing his hands putting them on your waist craving to feel his hands on your body " shit I need you too" he whined throwing his head back. "C'mere baby" he tapped your thigh signalling you to jump. You eyes didn't miss the way his shirt hugged his bicep tighter. Changbin whined again "stop looking at my arms" he hid his face into the crook of your neck leaving little pecks on the soft skin.

• Hyunjin : Like Minho , he will tease you. But not as much as him. I think he’d be surprised . He’ll smirk and chuckle at you , before giving you the attention you’re craving for ♡

Hyunjin ran his long fingers into his soft locks pushing them back , tying them. He bite his plump lip concentrated while doing so. He's so hot. Just by tying his long black hair. yes. His hair looked so beautiful , soft as silk.. you just wanted to play with them , caress them feeling the texture.. pull on them. You spaced out, many thoughts running through your mind.. your eyes started cascading to his beautiful lips imagining biting on them , then to his neck marked with hickeys , then his collarbones , eyes travelling down his muscular thighs.. he was just so perfect. Your mouth ajar, you could had swore you were drooling over him . Hyunjin snapped his fingers in front of your face pushing you out of your "interesting" thoughts "hey pretty one, did you hear me?" you shaked your head. "well I asked what ya’ want to watch?" how can someone be so pretty? His eyes , his nose , his cheek, his mole under his eye (...) "ok” He sighed "hello .. y/n. You spaced out again? What’s going on? What are you daydreaming about? Is something wrong? tell me baby" he said concerned. " I want you" you trailed off . "huh?" he asked taken aback not sure about what you say . "you heard me Hyunjin" you whined looking away. "say it again princess" he smilled teasingly "I want you" you breathed out. He chuckled " hm that's why you weren't listening to me huh . You were having weird thoughts about me" he smirked playfully "weird thoughts? what? shut up" you slapped his arm before pushing stands of hair out of his face. "Come here" Hyunjin pulled you closer by your waist as he bent down to kiss you slowly his hand cupping your cheek the other one resting on your thigh. Your hand flew to his silky hair, pulling at them slightly making him moan.

• Jisung : Boy will get a bit cheesy because he knows he is the reason why you’re needy? Will tease you a bit. He’ll be all over you the second after ♡

Han was talking with Chan and Changbin about the new song they were working on. He was sitting on the desk, one hand holding his ice americano the other one resting on his thigh. You couldn't looked away, he was just so cool today. His red beat headphone hanging around his neck, his red supreme headband, his not-so-oversized black hoodie, black ripped jean.. e-boy Jisung was your weakness ( everyone's weakness). “I think it can work" Chan announced as Changbin nodded. "Ok then, I’ll do that and we’ll see about it tomorrow" Jisung replied. Chan and Changbin waved at you before walking out the studio. Jisung stretched his arms , arching his sore back due to the way he stayed for minutes. Was he doing it on purpose you thought. Because damn the way he threw his head back made you gulped. He looked at you coming in your direction, crouching in front of you " I’ll have to stay a bit longer, if you wanna go home to-" — "no no , I’ll stay with you" you replied right away making him chuckle. “As you wish sweetheart" he kissed your lips softly making you whimper closing your eyes shut. That was so embarrassing , you just wanted to disappear engulfed into the couch as Jisung looked up at you his eyes wide open. "baby" he started resting his hands on your thighs . You bite your lips, breathing a bit heavily, just feeling his hands on your skin turned you on , how was this possible? He got the hint laughing at you "what’s so funny ugly frog?" you rolled your eyes. "are you.. horny?" his beautiful teeth making their appearance . "no! I’m not... you just look good today.. that’s all" you sighed looking at his fingers drawing little patterns on your thigh. You saying that boosted his ego “so .. I’m so hot it turns you on huh?" you glared at him . You stayed silent making him smirk knowing he was right "aw baby" he purred hand caressing your arm slowly. This bitch was teasing . " let your handsome and sexy boyfriend take care of you" he said before getting up taking your hands in the process to make you stand up too . He pushed you closer to him by your waist, kissing your cheek "are you always turn-on when I’m with you?" Jisung smirked his lips ghosting over yours "shut up idiot". He smiled kissing you passionately, his kisses travelling to your neck making you moan . “You must feel lucky to have such a good-looking boyfriend huh?" He muttered against your skin "oh fuck off" you pushed him away ready to leave, cheeks burning . "Don’t be like that, I’m kidding . Come here love" he hugged you, his hand finding its place on your lower back. "Let me make it up to you". Jisung whispered playing with the hem of your hoodie.

• Felix : Lixie , Sunshine , will somehow find you cute and will do anything to help you ( my cute baby <3 ) ,, He’ll give you so much love uwu ♡

Felix was baking, his delicious brownies smelling heavenly. He was so breathtaking as you admire him from your sit. A bit of chocolate on his cheek, flour on his chin .. he looked so hot yet adorable. You smiled like an idiot at your boyfriend. One of the spoon fell on the floor so you rushed to pick it up and put in the sink. "thanks baby" he said kissing your cheek. He blessed you with one of his precious smiles, eyes forming little crescents. His small hand went to grab a dishcloth, his fingers adorned with rings made you feel some type of ways. Your eyes stayed glued on them- "want to taste one?" he asked "t-taste what?" you gulped "one of the brownies?" He looked at your flustered face. "Of course!” you replied excited. Even if you were mesmerized by his fingers, his brownies were something you can’t get enough. You were practically drooling just by looking at them. Felix chuckled before grabbing one to feed you. You opened your mouth before biting on it, your lips grazing around his finger. Your cheeks started heating up "sooooo?" he asked excited. "de-li-cious!! Like always" you hummed. He smiled proudly "thank you baby”. He turned back to the brownies putting some in a box for Changbin. his hands.his fingers.his hands.his fingers.. Felix took one of the brownies to eat. When he turned to you again, you laughed "what?what is it?" he asked confused before laughing with you. "You've got chocolate on your nose and lips" you smiled before laughing again. First of all , how is it possible to eat brownies and get chocolate on your nose? anyway , he was so cute. He laughed before coming to you "clean it for me?" he said cutely resting his flour-covered-hands on your waist. You were about to grab a napkin to wipe the chocolate off his lips , when he bent down. Felix just wanted to be closer so you can wipe it easily but you got a different message . You stopped moving, not knowing what to do, his lips looked so kissable , soft and right now so sweet. And his pretty hands on your waist - lord he is your weakness. Without thinking , you attached your lips to his, surprising him, tasting the chocolate as you lightly suck on it. You moaned into the kiss. You pulled him closer trying to feel his body on yours, one hand cupping his cheek the other one fingers tangled in his hair. You were on fire, you just wanted him. Wanted to feel his lips, his touches all over your body, the cold rings on your skin making goosebumps raise on your skin.. that's what you wanted. You wanted all of him. Felix embraced you into his arms, arms hugging you tightly. You pulled away to catch your breath admiring his little freckles as he smiled at you. Your cheeks started heating up when you realized your bold action, but it wasn't your fault. He was just so tempting. " I want you" you whispered looking down embarrassed "you have me" he whispered back as he caress your hair gently. "like.. you know.." you trailed out "I know honey" he kissed your temple, you were too cute for him right now, his heart flustered "c'mere, let me love you" he sweetly said before hugging you, enveloping your lips into a loving kiss.

• Seungmin : He will make you wait for a long time . Acts like he’s not affected by you , evil boy #2 ♡

Seungmin was practicing his vocal, his singing was so good. Everytime he sings, it felt like you’re listening to an angel. He was so cute, his hair messy, casual clothes on .. he looked so fluffy you just wanted to hug him. You didn't know what happened but when you heard his deep voice.. you stopped breathing. What? Seungmin wanted to change a bit to see and try to sing in a deeper voice. You'd never heard that sound before but you wanted , needed to hear it again. You stared at him fascinated , you probably looked weird and dumb but yea. He furrowed his eyebrows reading the lyrics again and again. When he started singing again and his voice got deeper, your mouth fell open, throat getting dry.. that was so hot. You ears just had one of the best eargasm they ever had (lmao). You released the breath you were holding heavily , getting his attention "so? what do you think? It’s not deeper than Felix’s but i tried" he joked. "you sounded so fucking hot" you said out loud without thinking. Seungmin eyes widened, surprised by your bold comment. "I mean no- no yes hm I meant it was great .. yea it was great!" You tried not to be awkward but guess you failed . He laughed loudly when he looked at you embarrassed face. Why? So much hate tf . Well, hearing his deep voice sent butterflies into your lower stomach.. it affected you so much that just thinking about it made you whimpered. Thinking about hearing those sounds again when you guys are- *wink wink* . You stayed quiet for a moment feeling the wetness starting forming down there when he wrote some note on his sheets. Seungmin noticed the way you were rubbing your thighs and playing with your fingers. He just smirked “you good there baby?" He asked teasingly. You knew he was doing this on purpose. You got up to come sit next to him, hand resting on his thigh as you started leaving little kisses on his shoulder. Seungmin didn’t move, acting like you weren’t there. Even when you started stroking his thigh, he stayed still. “Minnie” you whined “ I need you please” he looked at you unbothered “I’m working sorry” — “but-are you serious?” You asked a bit annoyed when he smirked “no. Now let me work baby. Thank you” he said . Seungmin put a pillow over his lap and rest his sheet on it, hiding his hard-on. He decided to acted like he wasn’t affected by your needy state and make you more desperate.

• Jeongin : cute boy <3 . He’ll be soft for you. He’ll get needy too. Will take care of you ( my babyyy ) ♡

You were standing in front of your big closet, searching for one of your husband’s hoodie to sleep in (that's so fucking cute help). When you came out of the bathroom, you were meet with one of the prettiest view you ever seen. Jeongin was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his phone as he was waiting for you. The way he was sitting made your head spin : manspreading. (that’s so hot just imagine) . He was just so attractive right now you could just jump on him and devour his lips. When he finally looked at you, he smiled opening his arms for you to come hug him. so cute shit. You smiled back timidly walking to him. " aw you're so cute baby" he said cutely when he took in your appearance. His over-sized hoodie reaching the middle of you thigh. Jeongin pulled you closer to him to hug you tightly, resting his head on your tummy. The butterflies. The fucking butterflies. You felt this familiar feeling in your lower stomach making you weak and bite your lips. "so warm" he giggled. He looked up at your flustered face "what is baby?" — "nothing" you smiled lightly. "hm , so what about..cuddle?" he smiled widely. You chuckled before he pulled you on his lap, one hand on your waist , the other one placed on your thigh. You were sat right on his crotch and you would have lied if you said you weren't turned on. You shifted a bit on his lap trying to get comfortable and try to ignore the little "spark" between your legs . But he made it difficult by the way his fingertips caressed their way up and down your thigh. A gentle , innocent affectionate gesture that made you weak to the point you let a soft moan past by your lips. His touches so soft and so pleasing.. so good. Jeongin looked at you in your eyes , mouth ajar as his cheeks turned a light pink. "I'm.. I'm sorry-" you started before he hushed you caressing your sides. "you're so cute" he smiled lovingly, cupping your cheek before attaching his lips with yours. He kissed you gently, forgetting about your surrounding. You started grinding on him slowly unconsciously , the moment exciting you a bit. Jeongin moaned into the kiss pulling away to breath. "baby" he whispered "look at what you did" his gaze on his bulge as he gripped your hips grinding them foward again, pushing you harder on him. " 'feels so good" he bite his lips , eyes still focused on your crotches. You threw your head back moaning his name, your fingers pulling harder on his locks. "let me take care of you my love" he sucked softly on your neck before laying you on your back gently, hovering you his beautiful hands already playing with the hem of you hoodie, rising it a bit to reveal your cute panties "so pretty" he whispered holding one of your thigh before his lips travelled to your throat leaving little marks there...

(husband jeongin is such a concept. bye)

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a/n : it was fun writing those :) ,, I'm considering to continue writing Jeongin's one ,, & maybe felix , lino

(+) it was an old request, actually my first one , it was from yer-cute-when-you-scream if I remember

[lazysimp]

On the Edge /// Izuku x Fem Reader (18+)

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Rating: Explicit

Summary: Izuku wanted to try something new and like a fool you agreed.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings/tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Edging, Begging, Oral sex (receiving), She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, 18+ Only

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“I-Izuku please, I really need to cum,” you beg fruitlessly unsure if he was even listening anymore.

“Shh, I just need to make a few more notes and I will let you finish,” he said before his mouth returned to tease your throbbing clit.

When Izuku had asked you an hour ago if he could try out a few new oral sex techniques he read about, you had foolishly agreed. You expect at least a few orgasms as he practiced but here you were over an hour later and no closer to finishing than when you first started.

“Izuku, I promise everything you are doing feels really good. Now won’t you please let me cum?”

He looked up into your eyes, his lips shining with your juices. “No, you can take this baby, take this for me.”

You let out a wail and threw your arms over your eyes. Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. You dig your heels into his shoulders begging without words for him to finally let you finish.

His strong arms clamp down on your ankles and pull them down until your thighs squished against his ears. He only needed to test two more techniques and then he would start the second phase of testing.

“Does it feel better when my tongue circles your clit,” he demonstrates, “Or do you prefer the flicking?”

You push your hands down onto your eyes so hard you can see soft fireworks, “I don’t know.”

“Hm, here let me show you again,” his soft tortuous tongue laps around your clit. It circles your button while he watches your face. After a few more circles his tongue switches to flicking up and down.

Your back involuntary arches, pushing your pussy against his mouth. You could feel it, all too familiar tingle grow rapidly. This was it he was going to let you cum. You wanted to sob from relief as your body begins its ascent.

His tongue abruptly stops, “Interesting, you responded more violently to the flicking, but the circling was effective to build you up.”

No! The tingle disappeared and your heart once again slowed leaving you stranded. Fat tears welled in your eyes as he left your cunt to write another note in his journal. Normally you found this habit of his enduring but now it made you want to throttle him.

“I-Izuku, please I was so close?” You whine weakly.

“Soon beautiful,” he smiles up at you, his hair wild. “Your body is so responsive right now; I would hate to waste all the hard work I put in to get you here.”

His thumbs spread open the lips of your cunt, “Look at this pretty pussy, your clit is so swollen and sensitive, perfect for me to test my newest skill.”

“W-what new skill?”

“Oh, you will like this! I read in the health journal that if the correct pressure and pacing are applied to the soft spongy spot inside you, I can get you to squirt.”

“Huh? Izuku, I have never done anything like that before.”

“I know, that is why I want to experiment. I already made sure you drank plenty of water today and after phase one, you are aroused more than enough.”

“Wait, how long have you been planning this?”

His cheeks flush a vibrant red, “Uh, only a few weeks.”

You open your mouth to respond but he beats you to it, “I had to make sure we both had the day off. Plus, I asked Kachan if he had ever done something like this before.”

“You told Bakugou about this?” You yell. It was bad enough he wrote down what the two of you did in a journal. But for him to ask his friends for advice, someone who you frequently run into, was mortifying.

Izuku shrugged, “He is the one constantly bragging about how he is the greatest. I figured if anyone knew how to do this it would be him.”

“And did he tell you anything?”

Mischief filled Izuku’s eyes, “He told me enough.”

You raise yourself to your elbows, but two strong hands grab your shoulders and push you down flat.

“It works best if you are flat,” His hands grab your knees and lifted them up and out, spreading you wide open.

“There that should be enough room.” He says smugly.

You fight the urge to slam your knees shut. Despite being with your boyfriend for over a year there was something about being under his gaze that made you want to hide. It was as if every move you made, he studied, writing it down in his damn journals. Even now his eyes were watching you intensely, studying your face, your wetness, even your breathing.

The only reason you were able to keep yourself open to him was the look of adoration he gave you as he dropped to his knees. Oh, you were whipped but so was he.

His large hands settled on the inside of your thighs. They were already soaking in your juices, coating his hands in your slick as he moved ever so slowly up. One hand settled on your lower abdomen, gently pushing down while the other slid itself through your folds wetting itself.

Once he was satisfied at the level of wetness coating his fingers, he dipped them down until they prodded at your entrance. You resist the urge to tense as two thick fingers start to stretch your hole.

Despite over an hour of prep, you could still feel the burn as his strong fingers push forward, curling up as they settled in. You do not dare to look down to where the two of you were joined and opt to watch his face. You could see the gears turn in his head as he decided what road to go down next.

Slowly his face grows into a grin and the fingers inside you come to life.

“Beautiful, you will have to tell me if this starts to hurt, it could get intense,” he warned as his fingers twist around inside you, looking for something.

You nod in agreement, trying to not feel like you were being prodded. The fingers inside you moved with purpose, twisting and pushing while he watched you intensely.

You were beginning to lose hope that you would ever cum tonight when his fingers slide across something inside you. Before you can even think to mask your reaction his finger zone in on the spot inside you.

A delighted grin decorated his face, “Found it.”

His two strong fingers press upwards inside you, making small curls until he is able to hit the spot with every press up. The spot inside you was not nearly as sensitive as your clit but it definitely felt different when he pressed there.

The hand on your stomach pressed down even harder and the fingers inside you pressed up, now directly pushing the spot inside you. While what he was doing felt good you would much rather his mouth tease-

All thoughts stopped when his arms suddenly started to move up and down, making the fingers in your cunt press and release in rapid succession. A strange urge to pee rose in your mind and instantly your arms shoot down to grab his wrist, but he easily swats it away and continues his torture.

“Don’t fight the feelings beautiful, for this to work you need to let go,” he chides, his arm slowing to a stop.

“Izuku, I need a break really quick,” you say, trying to wiggle free of his hold. He only shakes his head.

“No beautiful, I read up on it. It is normal to feel like you need to relieve yourself.”

Your face grows hot from his bluntness, “Izuku, I am not too sure about this,” you look down at his fingers inside you.

“Whatever happens I will take full responsibility for it, please just let me try this, I promise I will make you feel good, I won’t stop this time.”

Damn him for putting orgasms on the table, no wonder he spent so much time building you up, he wanted you too desperate to say no. And damn him for being right.

“A-alright, but if I make a mess, you will be the one cleaning it up.”

He nods eagerly, “Deal!”

You feel as though you had just made a deal with the devil, but you had no time to regret your decision before he returned to work.

The strong unyielding fingers lifted up and down creating an intense pressure inside you. You look anywhere but his desire-filled face as the sudden urge to pee appeared.

You fought the urge to slam your legs together and instead clench down on his fingers, trying to silently fight the urge. Izuku was not having it. The press and release pattern of his fingers grew even faster, overwhelming your senses.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You beg too late as the intense pressure releases. You could do nothing but lay there as a wetness soaks his hand. You could feel your hole clench around his fingers with each small spurt. Despite some relief, you did not feel satisfied.

You look down and see a large wet spot on the bed, if embarrassment could kill you would already be six feet under.

Izuku’s bright green eyes looked down at his soaked hands and smiled, “How did that feel?”

You shrug, “Different.”

‘Hm,” he started to mumble quietly to himself and furiously fill out another page in his notebook.

“Ok, I think I know what I missed. Let me know if this time if better.”

“Wait Izuku,” but your words fall on deaf ears as he goes back to work. Instead of just his fingers toying with you, his mouth joined in.

His fat hot tongue dragged up the length of your slit, gathering up the sticky wetness on the outside of your cunt. You ease back down onto the bed, relaxing with his touch.

“I love how wet you get for me beautiful,” his arms loop under up thighs to pull you closer to his mouth. “Let’s see how big of a mess you can make.”

His hot breath caressed the tender flesh of your cunt. You could feel your heartbeat pulse in the thin skin, creating a heavy, needing feeling. You were twitching with anticipation, waiting for him to make another move.

You did not have to wait long, without warning his tongue dips inside your hole where your nectar was leaking. A deep groan left his mouth sending vibrations onto your sex.

A high needy moan slips from your lips as he deepened his groan creating gentle vibrations on your clit. Needing something to hold onto you thread your fingers into his soft green hair. You gently push down on his head and grind your hips up. You had been so close all night you were a few licks away from nirvana.

But his hold on your thighs tightens, pushing you back onto the bed. “You need more patience beautiful.”

“I’ve been patient!” You yell. “I can’t stand it any longer. Please let me cum.” You beg pathetically.

He ignores your pleas, “Mmm, beautiful, trust me the wait will be worth it.”

You collapse back to the bed, the fight finally leaving. You were too tired to try and convince him anymore, not even believing he will ever let you finish again.

Izuku must have sensed a change in your attitude and smiled. He finally had you exactly where he needed you to be. His two middle fingers swiped with the middle of your cunt, wetting themselves before slipping into your entrance.

His lips returned to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. His lips held it in place while his tongue lashed against the tender nub. Weak sobs fall from your lips at his torture. You needed to cum so bad it hurt. Your whole body had been teetering on the edge for hours, waiting for all the tension to release, but instead, it had only grown stronger.

Your breathing was erratic, barely able to keep you functioning. Your heart was pounding, trying to keep up with the increased demand, you weren’t sure if he was trying to kill you but at this point, you would not be surprised if you dropped dead.

The fingers inside you curled upwards, once again building up the strange urge. But it was even stranger this time with his tongue also teasing you. Your hands lock in his hair as you mindlessly pull on the soft strands.

“That’s it beautiful, you are so incredible.”

Your head tosses from side to side as you mentally prepare for him to abandon you once more. But instead of leaving as the feeling grew stronger as he redoubled his effort.

You look down frantically, expecting him to stop. He had to stop this was too strong. You try to lift his head away, needing to escape the growing wave but he was too strong.

“No, wait Izuku,” You cry, scared about the strength of what was coming.

“It is ok beautiful, you are safe, let go,” He coos.

Fat tears well in your eyes, the oncoming feeling was terrifying, stronger than almost anything you had ever felt. Your legs trembled by the side of his head, barely able to even stay up. Your chest heaved in air, trying to help you distract yourself.

You could feel Izuku smile against your skin, his hot breath teasing the tender skin. You could feel lightning spread across your skin and knew you only had seconds before he would send you flying. When his lips sucked you into his mouth at the same time his fingers pressed up

It all became too much.

With a silent scream, you came on his tongue. The once tight pressure filling your body released and was replaced by a strong electric current that forced every muscle you had to clench and release. You could not even breathe the feeling was so strong. You could feel your juices hit Izuku face as he continued to manipulate your body and were too out of it to even care.

The fingers inside you kept milking your pussy, forcing your body to release even more wetness while Izuku eagerly lapped up the mess. As your slowly fall back into reality you realize your fingers had a death grip on his hair, but he did not seem to mind. In fact, he loved when you were like this, lost in your own little world. Besides it is not like you were able to hurt him, your own strength was pathetic compared to his.

You had a trail of tears on the side of your face, your body shaking as you recover. His mouth was still on your cunt, still cleaning away the mess you made. You could hear his hum of pleasure as your taste filled his mouth. You absently rub his head with your fingers, watching him as he worked.

With one last long lick he finally looks up, his bright green eyes soft, “Let’s get you cleaned up the rest of the way.”

His strong arms slip under you, lifting you up into the air to carry you towards the shower. You were more than grateful to have him carry you, unsure your leg would be able to handle your weight.

He gently sets you down by the edge of the tub, turning on the warm water. While he lets the tib fill, he leaves to go change the sheets. Severs him right you think to yourself after all that he put you through. Though you do not think he minds that much, hell he probably loves being able to see how much of a mess you really made. Your cheeks grew hot at the thought of him being able to see all the wetness you released.

You dip your feet into the warm water and relax your back, thankful you did not have to help him clean. You could hear the water shut off and water move as Izuku steps and settles into the tub before gently pulling you down into his arms.

Wordlessly his hands traveled down to the apex of your thighs.

“W-wait,” you weakly try to push his hands away, “Too sensitive.”

“Shh beautiful, I am just cleaning you up,” his rough palms gently wash in between your thighs before moving onto your back, spreading a smooth lather of soap. Your head falls back onto his shoulder as he cares for you.

You loved it when he took care of you like this after you finished, you freeze, “Izuku, did you finish?”

His hands slow, “Don’t worry about me beautiful.’

You turn your head to look in his eyes, “But Izuku it’s not fair that I got to finish, and you get nothing.

A wicked grin spreads across his face, “What makes you think you are finished for the night?”

“W-what do you mean?”

“I still have another three experiments to run on you tonight but after the mess you made in bed, I thought it better to run the rest in here.” He leans down, his mouth right against your ear, “So you better relax while you can because by the time I am done neither of us will be able to work tomorrow.”

[drakendaydreams]

Dirty December Day 8 || {7:17pm}

Videotaping || {NSFW} x fem!Reader

A/N: No one can tell me that Draken wouldn't enjoy a little videotape of the two of you that he can enjoy when you're gone. 😏 If you want a spot on the taglist for Dirty December send me an ask or a DM. Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to taglist.

Character: Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, porn (making), videotaping, dirty talk, cunnilingus, offensive language, minors dni

Word Count: 1.2k

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“Kenny…” You stood by the bed in your bra and panties, watching Draken closely as he set up the small video camera he had brought home. “Are you sure about this? I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do.”

Draken stepped toward you with his arms stretched out, his hands pressing gently to your hips. “Y/n, relax. Everything’s going to be fine.” He pressed his lips to your forehead and pulled you close to him. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. It’s totally fine if we don’t.”

You swallowed hard, Draken had had his heart set on this, you didn’t want to disappoint him. You shook your head quickly. “No, no, it’s alright. Really. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do here. Am I supposed to do anything special? Do I just-”

Draken pressed his finger to your lips and smiled. “Doll, hey, you don’t have to do anything special.” He pushed your figure back to the edge of the bed, the back of your knees touching the mattress. “Just act natural, just like you normally would when we do this. The camera doesn’t mean that you have to do anything special.”

You couldn’t stop how fast your heart was beating, it felt like it was going to come up out of your throat. You nodded to him and watched his soft eyes stare into yours. “Yea, I can do this. I promise.”

Draken smiled at you and cupped your face in his hands. “If you want to stop at any time then please just make sure that you tell me. I won’t make you do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”

You leaned toward him and pressed your lips to his, tuning out the world around you as you felt his hands push you onto the bed. Draken leaned over you, his hand pushing between your legs as he rubbed your clothed sex. You could feel the warmth in your abdomen growing as his hand slid into your panties, his fingertips slowly rubbing against your clit. You mewled for him at the sudden appearance of the pleasure between your legs.

He noticed the sudden change in your demeanor and smiled, his chuckle filling the room as he pressed his lips to your neck. “That’s my good girl.” Draken’s fingers slowly slid into your core, pistoning in and out of your walls as he slid his body between his legs. “Make yourself nice and loud for me, baby girl. I wanna hear every little sound that you make loud and clear.”

You felt his breath against your inner thigh and squeaked at the small nip to your leg. “D-Draken… please.”

He hummed happily and sunk his nails into your thighs, gripping tightly. His tongue licked a slow stripe up your slit before flicking your swollen bud over and over. His digits curled perfectly against your silky walls as he listened to every small sinful noise that escaped you. He rutted his hips into the bed for some friction, the sound of your bliss driving him wild as he pushed you closer and closer to your high. Draken looked back up at you, his words vibrating off your core as he moaned softly. “Come on, darling. I know you’re close. Just look at you. You’re about to come undone.”

Your back arched off the bed as you felt yourself nearly about to come apart. His tongue rapidly stroking against your clit as his fingers desperately search for your release. Your walls clenched around him, coating his fingers with your slick as you screamed out for him. “Oh god, Kenny.”

His devious chuckle echoed through the room again as he slowly sat back up, bringing his fingers toward your mouth. “Now go ahead and clean up your mess. Once you’ve licked them clean I’ll be sure to give you a little reward, yeah?”

You whimpered and took his fingers in your mouth, licking them clean as you watched him smirk at you. “P-Please, I need you. P-please, Kenny.”

Draken gripped the waistband of his boxers, both of you completely forgetting about the camera that had been behind you, too lost in the moment to even care anymore. His hand grasped his cock, stroking a few times as he watched your eyes glaze over with desire. You needed him, and you needed him bad, and it was just the way he liked to see you. He loved when you looked like you would combust without him. “You need it that bad? My pretty girl needs some of my cock that bad?”

You nodded with a whine and grabbed for him, desperate to pull him into you. “I can’t- I can’t take it. Please.”

Draken lined himself up with your entrance and thrust roughly into your core, the feeling of your slick from your last orgasm coating him made him moan out. “F-fuck, so god damned wet baby girl.” He gripped your hips as he rutted himself into you, growling as your walls had already started to close around him. Your second orgasm didn’t give you much time to relax as it loomed over you. Your first one had barely had time to wind down before he had filled you up again. “Mmmm, so god damned good for me. So fucking perfect.”

His praises were like magic to you as you gripped onto his lower back, your nails digging in to pull him as close to your body as you could get him. “I’m so close. Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum.” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt your orgasm about to consume you, every stroke of his length making your cunt quiver around him. Your legs instinctively tightened around him, the feeling of it making him grunt even louder as he buried his face into your neck.

Your cunt clenched around him as you came all over his cock, a loud scream leaving you as you rode out your high. Your hips matched his movements as his thrusts grew sloppy, his own climax approaching him fast. “Such a beautiful baby. Look at you. Fuck.”

Draken’s hips stuttered against yours as he spilled himself into you. His body collapsed on top of yours, his hand reaching into your hair to run through it. You placed your own hand in his and massaged his scalp, the amused sound that left him making you chuckle a little at him.

His body slowly lifted from yours as he rolled to your side, his lips gently touching your cheek. “I love you, Y/n.” Draken’s hand slid down to your face, cupping your cheek in his hand. “So god damned much.”

You melted into his touch, the small, blinking red light from the camera finally reminding you that it was there. You rolled toward him and buried yourself into his arms, feeling his own wrap around you. “I love you too, Draken.”

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[disasterofastory]

Loneliness (Harald x Reader)

Loneliness Harald x Reader Warnings: age difference. smut

After so many heartbreaks King Harald feels lonely, and he desires your company.

When you first met with the king, he was just an Earl with big dreams and unfulfilled love. The ink on his face was freshly made, and his hair was longer with neat braids and decorations. He was loud and ambitious, and his name was well known among the Vikings. Little boys wanted to be like him, and young women competed for his attention.

You tried to squeeze yourself among the drunk men with the still-warm loaves of bread in your hands. You stopped counting how many times they stepped on your leg till you reached the long table full of drinks and food. You murmured something under your nose heatedly when somebody pushed you without looking back. Your eyes followed the big man till he disappeared in the crowd while you placed down the basket on the table. You were so focused on the rude stranger that you didn't notice the brothers in front of you, who just smiled at your angry face. You were barely thirteen. Your expression was as threatening for them as a mouse in a barn. “Hey girl!” You almost gave yourself whiplash as you turn around to the way of the deep voice. Harald leaned over the table to hear you better. His hair fell over his shoulder, and his eyes were hazy from the alcohol he drank. “What are you doing here?” He asked when your widened eyes find his sitting figure before you. “It’s too late for a little girl like you.” His voice was mocking, but despite the racket around the Great Hall, you heard the worry in his words. “My mother sent me with fresh bread,” you answered, raising the basket for proof. Your quiet voice almost got lost in the noise around you. You needed to step closer to the table before somebody pumped into you again. “Take this,” he said, reaching out to you with an apple in his hand. “And go home.” “Thank you,” you replied, accepting the red fruit in hurry. You knew Harald as a trickster, and you didn’t want to be at the end of his plays. You grabbed the apple from his fingers and turned around to escape from the Hall.

This was the first time you talked to Harald but not the last. As you grew, your mother gave you more and more responsibility and tasks around the bakery.

The basket in your hand is warm and heavy because of the freshly baked goods. Their scent tickles your nose, and your stomach growls from hunger. The loud noise heats up your face, and you are grateful for the Hall’s emptiness. You hear noises in the background, but you are the only one in the Hall. The room is still cold due to the lack of fire, but a part of the long table is ready for the king's breakfast. The only thing that is missing is the small basket in your hands. You place it down among the other things, uncovering it before you turn around to continue your day. “Y/N,” you hear your name behind you. “You are in time as always,” King Harald says as you look back at him. His smile is gentle as he looks at you, sitting down at the table. “As always, my King,” you answer to him with a small bow. Your relationship with the Viking became almost friendly as the years went by. You never talked much, but he always made sure you know about his gratitude. “How is your mother?” He asks you, drinking from his cup. “She is better,” you answer, stepping closer. “I can manage the bakery, so she has time to rest and heal.” “If somebody gives you a hard time, please tell me,” he replies. “Sit,” he orders you, pointing at the chair before him. “I shouldn’t, my King,” you try to reject his offer as politely as possible, but your words are useless. “Please,” he says stubbornly, and with a suppressed sigh, you sit down in front of him. “I’m sure you have a lot of things to do, and you need energy,” he continues, loading a plate for you with food. “Thank you,” you reply quietly, starting to eat. You don’t want to be on the king's bad side, so if you have to spend a morning with him, so be it. You don’t talk much, but you notice some things on Harald. Like his tired eyes or the grey hairs on his beard and hunched posture as he eats. You fidget in your seat as you try to suppress your questions. “Are you okay, my King?” You ask him after a while, hoping you don’t offend him with your curiosity. “The night was too long, and the morning is too cold,” he says, and you understand his hint. You are probably not the person, he wants to talk about his problems, and it’s understandable. “Thank you for the breakfast, my King,” you tell him when you are done. “I hope your day will be better.” “Thank you, Y/N,” he smiles up at you from his seat, watching you leave the Great Hall.

You meet with the Viking next time while you arrange everything on your small stall at the market. You are so busy getting everything ready you don’t even notice the man first. “Everything smells delicious,” he says, and you almost jump at the sudden voice. “My King,” you greet him, placing your hand on your chest to stop your rapidly beating heart. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he apologizes with a gentle slime. “It’s nothing,” you shake your head, continuing with your tasks. “Can I help you with something?” “I would really like an apple pie,” he says, nodding to the pastries. “I can’t think of anything else for days now,” he continues, and his smile becomes cheeky as you chuckle at his words. Harald always knows his way with words. “Flattery will get you everywhere, my King” you answer, packing a small basket to give it to him. The coins he places in your cold hands for exchange feel too heavy, and as you see their worth, you almost drop them. “It’s too much,” you tell him, panicked. You try to give them back to him, but he steps out of your way. “It’s yours, Y/N,” he says. “You deserve it.” “Thank you,” you answer, placing the coins in your pocket. “But I should give you something else too,” you insist before the man could continue his way around the market. “Bring more pie for dinner, and we will be even,” he says in the end, seeing your stubbornness.

The sun starts to disappear from the gloomy sky as you make your way to the Great Hall. It seems empty as you step into the building. The fire’s warmth reaches you at the entrance, and you sigh at the pleasant feeling. “Y/N,” Harald says your name, standing up from behind the flames. He wears a simple tunic. His coat lays on his throne under his crown. A brown belt hangs loosely on his waist with daggers. “My King,” you greet him, smiling. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” “No, you are not,” he says. “Come, sit with me a little bit.” You try to hide your surprise at the invitation as you move closer to sit next to him. You place down your basket between you two before you free yourself from the coat around your shoulder. “They smell delicious,” he says, looking down at the fabric-covered sweets. “I hope they are delicious too,” you answer. “Thank you,” you continue when he gives you a cup of ale. The liquid warms you up after a few sips. “We will find out soon,” he says, grabbing a slice. Before you know, you sit next to the king, eating and drinking at the fire’s warm embrace. He tells you about his day, about the annoying Earls and problems he dealt with. He asks you about your family and your duties. “You never wanted to be a shieldmaiden?” He asks you. “I thought about it, but I’m not talented,” you answer. “My brothers are in your army, and seeing my clumsiness with swords, it was clear that I should stay in the bakery.” “I hope you don’t take it as an offense, but I’m lucky,” he replies, biting into the next slice. The red juice of the fruit runs down on his fingers. “But I could teach you,” he says, and when he sees your confusion, he continues. “Even if you won’t become a warrior, you should know how to protect yourself.” “I’m sure you have more important things to do, my King,” you answer, surprised. “But I want to,” he insists. “I would really like to spend more time with you.” “Why?” You ask him. Your hand freezes in mid-air as you raised it to drink. “I find your company pleasant, Y/N,” he answers, looking into your eyes. “I understand if you don’t want to. I’m sure you have many suitors you can spend your time with, and I don’t want anything from you, just your company.” “I-I can do that,” you nod, still shocked.

Soon you find yourself at the sparring field with King Harald. His moves are still fast and strong. He helps you with your posture and the way you should use the small dagger he gave you. He comments on your every move and step. “It will be good enough,” he says. “I saw clumsier men on the battlefield before.” “They are dead, aren’t they?” “Yes,” he says after a short pause, and you can’t help but laugh. “Okay, then the battlefield is still not on the list.” “It’s fine,” he says, moving your arm to the right way. “A baker is as important in a village as a blacksmith or a warrior." The night comes without your noticing. The air gets colder, and you have to focus to see through the darkness. “We should finish for today,” he says. “I hope I didn’t keep you away from your duties.” “No,” you answer, shaking your head. “I should thank you. You helped me a lot today.”

King Harald becomes a part of your days. You have breakfast with him when you bring fresh bread to the Great Hall, and when you are finished with your tasks, he helps you with your fighting skills, or you just join him for dinner. Harald opens up to you slowly. He talks about his problems, his insecurities, and he always kisses your hand when you tell him something to cheer him up. You feel sorry for him often. Despite his title and his village’s love for him, he seems lonely under the weight of being a king. There are nights when he is quiet and crestfallen, and the only thing you can do is sit next to him, listening to his words as he pours his heart out. Other times he is cheerful and loud, he makes you laugh till you can’t breathe. The only thing he does without your consent is giving you gifts and too much coin for your baked goods. “I can’t accept it, my King,” you tell him. Your eyes widen as you look over at the beautiful dress. The red fabric is soft and neatly decorated, totally different from what you usually wear. “Of course you can,” Harald replies, pushing the dress into your arms. “I don’t know how to repay this." “Come to the feast tonight,” he says. “That’s the only thing I want.” “Okay,” you nod repeatedly. How could you say no after that dress?

Your mother almost jumps out of her bed when she hears your news. She got better, but you still insist she has to rest. The winter will be cold, and you don’t want her to get sick again. She needs her strength. You bathe before you get ready for the feast. Your mother helps you with your hair and gives you her prettiest furs to cover yourself from the cold night. “If something goes wrong, don’t forget your brothers will be there too,” she says. “Of course, mother,” you smile at her, kissing her cheek as a goodbye. The Great Hall is crowded upon your arrival. The music mixes with shouts and laughter as you enter the building. Women and men dance around the fire while others remain busy with their food. You see your brothers speaking with a few shieldmaidens, and soon you join your friends. Your focus turns to the king’s table after a while. You see a few strangers with women on their sides while Harald nods and hums as they speak. Your eyes meet for a second. The shine in his eyes is nowhere, and his posture is hunched again. You bite into your lip. You want to go to him, to free him from his misery, or at least cheer him up, but you don’t know what he would say. As if reading your mind, he nods with a tired smile. You excuse yourself from your friends to make your way to the table. He opens his arm when you are close enough, and you understand what he wants to do. Harald, besides his success on the battlefield, is well known for his unfortunate love life. “Hey,” you greet him quietly, letting him lead you to his lap. His arms warm you up as you sit down on him sideways. His smile is brighter as he squeezes you as a greeting. You can feel the eyes on you, which makes you uncomfortable. Your fingers fidget with one of the silver decors on your dress. Sensing your discomfort, he looks over to the others with a stoic expression. The man who makes you laugh or leans onto you for support becomes a king in front of your eyes. His posture straightens, and his arm around you tightens. “How do you like the feast?” He asks you quietly. “It’s… loud,” you answer meekly, and he laughs at your answer. “It is, isn’t it?” He asks back, looking around the Hall. The dim light illuminates the crown on his head. “Would you like to retrieve?” He asks you, and after your nod, he stands up with you still in his arms. The Hall erupt in cheers, seeing their king with a woman on his side. Harald gives them what they want and plays along while you need every strength of yours to not laugh at him. His smile is jovial as he looks at you, placing his arm around your waist before you disappear in the corridors. His room is ready for his arrival. The dim light from the fire illuminates the furniture. A big, dark brown pelt lays before the fire with two sofas, and the bed is full of pillows and blankets. You can still hear the ruckus behind the closed door. “Are you okay?” You ask him, turning your head to him as you move to the sofas to sit down. You are not cold, thanks for the ale, but the fireplace’s warmth feels pleasant around you. “Better, now that you are here,” he says cheekily, moving to the other sofa next to you. He sits down, leaning back to the backrest with a sigh. “Did you have a good time?” “Yes,” you nod, smiling. You pull your legs under you, turning to him. Your dress’s color is more vivid under the fire’s light. “It was fun, but I couldn’t do it often.” “You can if you drink enough,” he says, raising his cup. “That’s the secret?” “It’s worked for me so far,” he replies with a shrug, drinking from his ale. For a minute, you just stare at him, and with a shrug, you reach out to his cup to pour yourself from the pitcher. You sit next to each other silently, looking into the flames, sharing a cup till your face starts to heat up from the alcohol. You are definitely not drunk but not sober either. You feel hot and the world around you a little bit hazy, but you feel good. Maybe a little bit sleepy. “You should go home,” Harald says with a small smile. He enjoys your relaxed form and closing eyelids. “I will escort you home.” “ ‘m fine,” you murmur, and he laughs at your state. “C’mon,” he says, standing up from his seat to help you up. You lean to his body till he has to support your whole weight on his chest. He moves his arms around you, stepping closer and closer to his bed without dropping you. “Sleep,” he says, leaning above you when you are on the bed, under the warm covers. “Stay,” you tell him, pulling on his arm. “I don’t want to be alone while everyone is out there,” you glance at the door then up to the man, who just nods. He lays down next to you on the other end of the bed. He feels uncomfortable in his clothes, but the alcohol in his system and your warmth help him falling asleep while the Great Hall is still rowdy.

The morning comes with bad weather. You snuggle deeper under the covers and to the body beside you. You freeze when you feel an arm around you tightening, and even your breath stops for a few seconds. You slowly move to look up at the sleeping man. Harald’s face is relaxed, and his chest moves up and down at a steady pace. You know you should get up before he wakes but every fiber of your body beg to stay and enjoy the peace. The room is dark. The only source of light is the thin gaps on the walls. Everything feels cold, and you pull on the furs to cover yourself more. You feel contentment, lying next to the king. Guided by a sudden thought, you move your hand on the man’s chest. For a few seconds, you just enjoy the feel of his breathing. You bite into your lip, considering your next move. What if he rejects you? What if you lose him as a friend? He needs somebody who doesn’t want anything from him, and you don’t want him to lose it. “Good morning,” His deep voice shakes you up from your thoughts. Your eyes jump up from his chest to his sleepy eyes. A small, content smile forms on his lips, seeing you next to him.

The air around you gets hot as you stare at each other. Harald's arm around you tightens, and you forget to breathe as you move to straddle him. The pelts that surround you still give you warmth however his body would be enough to keep you safe from the cold. His hands find your thighs, and you support yourself on his chest. You stare at him, unblinking, searching for any hint of rejection. When you can’t find any, you lean closer to him till your breaths mix together. His lips are soft and warm as you make the first move and kiss him. His fingers grab your thighs stronger, raising his head from the pillows to keep your lips on his. One of his hands finds your hair, keeping you close to him. Your whole body pressed to his, and you still feel unsatisfied. You need more.

Much more.

You straighten up on his lap. With hurried movements, you reach behind you to lose the laces on your dress. Harald sits up, helping you with your task. The soft fabric almost tears under your touches. As you get free from the dress, the red fabric falls around your waist. A moan leaves your mouth when Harald licks one of your breasts. His tongue is hot on your skin, and you have to grab his shoulders to steady yourself. Your head falls back from the pleasure while your hips start to move above his erection without your control. “My King,” you whimper when his lips move to your other breast. While one of his hands is still holding your thigh, the other one slides lower until he reaches your ass. His fingers sink into your soft flesh, encouraging you to move more on him. “Harald,” you speak up again, impatiently. He bites your nipple, kissing up on your chest to your neck. “What do you want?” He asks you with a cheeky smile. His eyes shine with mischief, and his voice is hoarse from the need. You pull up your dress till the whole thing is around your waist. Your skin is soft and heated as his hands grip your hips. He plays with your flesh, enjoying you between his arms. You pull on his tunic, so he gets rid of it, and he reaches out to you again as if you could disappear in any minute. His chest is inked, and you caress the muscles under your palm while he frees his cock. You can feel his length against your thigh. “Don’t tease me,” you snap at him between whimpers when he moves his cock up and down on your clothed cunt. “Then get what you want,” he says arrogantly, laying back down on the bed. He places his arm under his head, enjoying the view. “You are a wicked king,” you tell him accusingly, and he chuckles at your reaction but doesn’t move to help you out. So you take the control into your own hands. Literally. You push your panties aside, while with your other hand, you grab the base of his cock to place it at your entrance. Your thighs shake as you lower yourself on him. “Good girl,” he sighs, bewitched. He watches his cock disappear in you without blinking, and he could swear to the Gods this is the most beautiful thing he ever saw. You are warm and slick around him, and as soon as you start to move, he can feel your tightness too. Your nails sink into his chest as you brace yourself while your hips move on their own accord. His hands find their place on your jumping breasts, squeezing and massaging them. Moans and mewls leave your parted lips, looking down at the man under you. “I need more,” you tell him when you can’t speed upon him the way you want. He almost laughs at your needy expression with pouted lips and begging eyes. Leaving your breasts, he moves his hand on your hips to steady you for what comes next. Your weight leans on your knees, and it’s his turn to pound into you. Placing his legs to support himself on the bed, he finds the right way to push his cock into you. You are sure you will have bruises from his grip as he starts to move faster and faster into your helpless body. His muscles are tense under your palm, and your breasts jump up and down before his dark eyes. “Harald,” you scream his name as you reach your peak. Your whole body falls on his while he still pushes into you with such a force you almost shout from fear he will tear your apart. His lower body is in the midair when he cums in you. He keeps you on him fully while his chest rumbles with a low growl. You are still on him when he relaxes on the bed. His seed leaks out of you, but none of you move to get clean. Harald's breathing is quick under your head, and your heart is still ready to jump out of your chest. “I could wake up for this every morning,” he says after a while. His fingers caress your naked back, and he kisses your shoulder every now and then. “I have a few ideas what we could do,” you say cheekily, moving to look at his eyes. “You will be the death of me,” he sighs, pecking your lips. “But what a way to go.”

[tomurasprincess]

Kinktober Day 10: Chikan (His Biggest Fan)

Day 10: Chikan Title: His Biggest Fan Pairing: Hawks x Reader Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Dubcon, chikan, coercion, manipulation, public sex, exhibitionism, yandere Note: A bit of a shorter one tonight because I have a few coming up that are going to be much longer. Also, it is technically still October 10th here, so it is not late (let me just mentally have this reasoning, please.)

“You’re - you’re Hawks, oh my god,” you can’t help the words that slip from your mouth when you see the number two hero stand beside you on the busy subway. He’s been your favorite since the first time he made the hero scene, and you can’t believe he’s right beside you.

“Yes I am,” he gives you a smile that could win anyone over before moving to stand even closer to you. “Are you a fan of mine, little bird?”

The endearment causes your heart to race in excitement even though you know he’s probably this friendly to everyone. “Yes, I’ve been following your hero work for a while now, and I’m a huge fan!” 

You pause for a second before hastily adding, “that might make me sound like a stalker, I know, but I promise I don’t mean it like that.”

He reaches out to trail a finger down your bare arm, causing goosebumps to raise as you shiver. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind,” he chuckles at you. “You’re a cutie.” He steps towards you, putting one hand up above your head to clutch at the bar. He towers over your small form, close enough that you can smell the cologne he uses. Your heart is beating out of your chest in disbelief of what is happening. This has been a deep, dark fantasy of yours, one that you would never admit to anyone. And now it seems to be happening. 

His finger trails lower, tracing a pattern on the front of your shirt, dangerously close to your breasts. “And you’re even wearing my merchandise. You must be such a good fan.” 

You feel your cheeks go hot, embarrassment causing you to be unable to meet his eyes. You forgot that you were wearing one of your many Hawks fan shirts. Although you feel no shame when wearing it out, it feels different somehow when the man himself is the one who sees you in it.

He takes a finger under your chin and raises it to meet his eyes. “Since you’re such a good fan, maybe you could do me a favor.”

“I don’t know how someone like me could help someone as great as you, but I’ll do what I can!” Your thoughts instantly move to grand notions like helping him with a case or other fanciful notions that you know can’t be the truth but you can’t help wanting anyway.

But you were certainly not expecting him to grip your hips and pull you flush against him, grinding his hardening erection into your thigh. He grabs your hand and moves it downward, closing your hand around the bulge. “I think you can help me with this, little bird. Don’t you?”

“I - I don’t know,” you trail off a bit, unsure how to truly respond.

“So you won’t help me then? That’s fine, I know it’s probably too much for anything but a true fan to do.”

“But I’m a true fan,” you protest instantly, “I promise I am!”

“So you’ll help me after all,” he turns you around and pushes you against the bar as he humps against the curve of your ass. You hear the rustling of his clothes, and feel your skirt being lifted up. Everything is happening too fast for you and your head is spinning from trying to process everything.

“Wait, I’m not so sure about this,” you try to reason with him, “we’re in public, what if someone sees?”

You feel his chest rumble with a laugh. “You really are a good fan, worried about my reputation.” You see his wings spread out a bit, coming to wrap around you and cover you from view. A few people turn to look in your direction, but they smile and glance away, simply assuming that you’re his girlfriend and he’s being protective of you.

“Now no one can see,” you feel his hot, hard cockhead probing at your entrance. “You’ll just have to be very quiet so no one suspects anything, and since you’re such a good girl, I know you can do that for me.” And with that he begins to push inside of you. The sting of him stretching out your mostly dry walls causes tears to form in your eyes, ones that you rapidly blink away so that nobody sees. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans deeply into your ear, burying his face in your neck as he bites down. “You feel so good clamping down on my cock like that.”

You whine a bit as he finally enters you completely, cockhead resting against your cervix as he gives you time to adjust. “You’re a true fan, to help me like this,” he grunts softly as he begins to move, veins and ridges of his cock sliding against your walls in a way that starts out painful but soon feels wonderful.

He reaches around to find your clit, rubbing down on the throbbing bead. You grip the bar you’re facing, biting into the meat of your hand to contain your moan as pleasure zings through you. His short, shallow thrusts inside of you quickly become harder as you grow wet and he’s able to move more freely. “I want you to cum around my cock, little bird,” he whispers into your ear. “Think you can do that for me?”

“Y-yes Hawks,” you whimper a bit as his fingers rub your clit harder, pussy clenching down around him at the stimulation. 

“Mmm, call me Keigo, little bird,” he reaches around to reach under your shirt, pulling your bra up so that he can grip your breasts, tweaking your nipples until they’re rock hard.

You move your hand just a bit higher on the bar so that you can push back to meet his thrusts. “Yes, Keigo, oh fuck it feels so good,” you whisper as quietly as you can. The squelching noises as his cock slams into you leaves you feeling both ashamed and oddly thrilled.

Your hero trusts you enough to help him with a problem. To stay quiet and not let anyone see what he’s doing to you to preserve his reputation. 

You would hate to disappoint him.

You feel your lower stomach tighten as you near your orgasm, and Hawks must sense it too, because he adjusts his angle to hit a sensitive spot inside of you that causes your pussy to pulse around him. 

He manages to stay quiet, letting out only sharp huffs of breath, but you fare much worse than he is. You’re biting so hard into your hand that you can taste blood as you try to contain your noises and gripping the bar hard enough that your hand is turning red.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” his blunt nails dig hard into your thighs as he speeds up. “Let me cum inside.”

You feel a sense of unease at that. You’re not on any birth control, so what happens if you get pregnant?

He must sense your hesitation, as he starts to reassure you with gentle touches across your body. “Please, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, little bird,” Keigo grunts into your ear. “You would prove yourself as my biggest fan if you just let me fill you up.”

A sense of excitement builds up in you. His biggest fan? Of course you’re his biggest fan, and you have to prove it to him. You have to let him know how much he means to you.

“Hhnggg, alright,” you groan, “please cum inside of me, Keigo, I want to prove it to you.”

“Such a good girl,” he chuckles at your response and grinds down on your swollen clit, and the pleasure shoots straight to your core. You’re thrown into such an intense orgasm that the bar you’re gripping is the only thing that keeps you standing, your knees wanting to buckle from the sensations rolling through you.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, pace stuttering as hot cum paints your walls white. There’s so much that it leaks out a bit, dripping down your leg. Finally the stimulation is too much, and he pulls out of you in such an abrupt movement that you whine at the feeling of being so empty. 

He readjusts himself into his pants, pushing your panties back into place to prevent any more cum from leaking out. You pull away from the bar a bit, only to stumble and almost collapse as your legs buckle. Keigo catches you easily, smiling at your blissed out look. “Here’s what we’re going to do next. Are you listening?”

“Yes, of course,” you nod your head several times.

“We’re going to get off at the next stop, and you’re coming with me. Do you understand?”

“What do you mean,” you answer hesitantly, confusion overtaking your features. The idea of going home with him is an absolute dream, but you have so many things to do. “I’m on my lunch break, so - “

“You heard me. You’re coming home with me.”

“But what about work, I really have to head - “

“Little bird, you disappoint me,” he sighs dramatically, shaking his head at you in disbelief. “I thought you were my biggest fan, but apparently work is more important.”

“No!” Your voice comes out slightly higher pitched than you intended as panic almost overtakes you. This is your chance and you’re about to blow it over something as trivial as work. “You’re right. Work isn’t important, not when it comes to you.”

His smile instantly returns, looking like the sun coming back out from the clouds. “I’m so glad.” He wraps an arm tightly around you as he leads you to the opening door. “I can’t wait to finally get you home, my little bird.”

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[joonessence]

The moon // pjm

⤷part of the In the cards series

pairing: jimin x fem oc

summary: It’s never-ending, what Jimin feels for you is constant and boundless. But you don’t know, you’ve never known, and Jimin thinks that’s okay. Until you find out and think that it’s not.

rating: M (18+)

tags: friends to lovers au, smut in the forms of tit play, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, kinda sub jimin but not for long, very slight possessive jimin (squint to see it), unprotected sex, very slight praise kink, creampie, cum eating, i hate doing the tags y’all i think this is it

wc: 4k

notes: this is part of my tarot cards series so the banner below is the spread for this specific fic, kinda lets you know what to expect

Jimin can’t help but to watch you from across the room. His eyes follow your movements as you lightly shove Jungkook, teasing him about something Jimin isn’t following, deciding that his attention was better spent looking at you. This isn’t the first time Jimin has lost himself in observing you, in fact, it happens more often than he’d care to admit. At first, Jimin tried to control it, quickly averting his eyes when he realized he was staring just a little too hard. But soon, Jimin found it impossible to look away from you.

See, when Jimin first met you all those years ago, he realized quickly that he’d have trouble getting you off his mind. The way you made his heart beat too fast and his palms get all sweaty were sure signs that he had it bad for you. He figured it would go away soon because it was just a small crush, nothing to worry about. But for Jimin, it never did seem to go away. When he was with you, he just wanted to be closer to you, ensuring he always had the chair beside you to get a front row seat to your radiant smile. When he was away from you, all he did was think about you and your pretty laugh.

Yeah, Jimin’s got it really bad for you.

He thought about confessing to you countless times. Confessing that he ached to be beside you always, that no matter what he did he just couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. God, he wanted to tell you so bad. And he’d get close to it too, pulling you aside, saying he needed to tell you something important. Only, when the time came for him to speak, nothing would come out and he’d find himself scrambling to make something up on the spot.

Although he wishes you knew how he felt about you, Jimin thinks it’s okay that you don’t know. He’s happy to be in your life regardless. Even if he doesn’t get to be the one who takes you out and takes you home and takes your clothes off. God, Jimin wants to take your clothes off.

“Isn’t that right, Jimin?” Your voice directed towards him pulls Jimin out of his thoughts that are quickly turning obscene. “I mean, you know Jungkook pretty well. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You’re looking at him with your eyes wide, waiting for him to agree with you. You’re wearing such a simple outfit but Jimin thinks you look so pretty like this, loose dark green t-shirt half tucked into your jeans and your baby hairs framing your face. Jimin flushes at your prolonged attention on him.

“S-sorry, I wasn’t really listening,” Jimin stammers, partly because he was still unsure of what you were asking him and partly because you just make him nervous.

Jimin’s heart pounds in his chest when you narrow your eyes at him like you’re suspicious of his answer. Just as you open your mouth, Jungkook interrupts, taking your attention off of Jimin. He sighs out a shaky breath. That was a close one, Jimin can’t let you catch him staring like that again.

You and Jungkook continue your playful bickering about God knows what. Jimin doesn’t care enough to start listening, probably wouldn’t even be able to hear the two of you over the sound of his own heart beating so loudly. Sighing, he gets up and steps out onto the balcony for some much needed air.

Hearing his distressed sigh, you and Jungkook’s eyes follow Jimin as he walks away, running his hand through his hair as he goes. You turn to Jungkook with a confused face, silently asking if he knew what was wrong.

“Ah, I don’t know, just ignore him,” Jungkook says, not looking you in the eye.

Jungkook’s a terrible, horrible liar, always has been; you see right through it.

“What is it, Jungkook? Is he upset with me?” You question.

Jungkook scoffs, only making you more confused. You motion for him to continue.

“Jimin likes you,” Jungkook says as if it’s common knowledge and then pauses. “A lot.”

You think your heart stops for a second, before you come to your senses and punch Jungkook in the arm for joking around when you’re not.

“Ow! What was that for?” Jungkook pouts and rubs his arm trying to alleviate the pain.

“Jungkook, seriously. Stop kidding. What’s wrong with him these days?”

“I just told you! He likes you!”

Jimin likes you? Since when? There’s no way, you of all people wouldn’t have figured that out if it was true. But, the thought of it makes your cheeks burn. You always saw Jimin like an angel, something beautiful that you could never be with. It was why you never said anything, figured you’d spare yourself the heartache because nothing but embarrassment would come out of it anyway.

Just then, Jimin walks back in, immediately turning into his and Jungkook’s shared kitchen. You stare at Jungkook with your eyes wide, hoping he might explain more of the details.

“You know what’s wrong now,” Jungkook leans closer to you so Jimin doesn’t hear and whisper-yells. “He’s like head over heels for you, he doesn’t shut up about you!”

“He’s never said anything to me! How can I know for sure?” You whisper-yell back.

“Oh, trust me, you should hear him when he—” Jungkook shuts up when Jimin walks around the corner, headed down the hallway to his room. Jungkook gives you a ‘say something!!’ look and for some reason you listen to him.

“Jimin!” You call out after him, still trying to figure out what to say next.

He turns to you, “Yeah? What’s up?”

Your brain races to find something to say, but comes up short.

“Uh—,” You start, just to fill the space.

“She wanted to know if you’d come over tonight! Right?” Jungkook fills in and turns to you, nodding his head slightly so that you’d get the hint.

“R-right!” You nod your head rapidly.

“She asked me too but I have plans tonight. But you should go!” Jungkook sounds just as nervous as you feel. Terrible, horrible liar.

Jimin looks at you, slightly unsure at the way you and Jungkook are acting but then you send him this smile. This smile, that makes Jimin remember all that is good and pure in this world and he’s sold on your offer.

“Sure, when should I come over?”

“Umm, around 5?” You say, then remember the mess that is your one bedroom apartment. “Actually, how’s 6?”

“6 is good, I’ll see you then,” Jimin smiles at you sweetly before turning to make his way to his room.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Jimin’s coming over. He likes you and he’s coming over. Once you hear the door to Jimin’s bedroom click shut, you turn to Jungkook frantically.

“What should I do?” You ask, panic evident in your voice.

“What do you mean ‘what should you do?’” Jungkook obviously doesn’t understand your current dilemma.

You groan at his obliviousness, “I mean, how should I act? Now that I know he likes me?”

“Well,” Jungkook starts, turning to face you fully. “You like him back don’t you?”

Your cheeks burn and you nod slowly. You’ve never told anyone about your feelings for Jimin, out of fear that he’d find out.

“Okay, good. Your next step is obvious. Seduce him.”

You choke on nothing at his suggestion, you want to punch him in the face for even saying that. “Jungkook, are you crazy? How would I even know what to do?” Your hands come up to your temples, rubbing to try and soothe the imminent headache coming your way.

“Jimin is so desperate for you, do anything,” Jungkook reassures you. “Just make a move on him, I’m tired of hearing him in the shower every night.”

Your eyes widen, “Wait wha—”

“I’m not explaining, now go clean your place before Jimin sees how messy you really are,” Jungkook stands, straightening his shirt. “And good luck! Don’t bring Jimin back till well past 11:30, okay?”

“I hate you,” You groan, standing up too to grab your things before saying goodbye and calling out “I’ll see you later!” to Jimin.

Hearing the front door shut, Jimin scrambles into Jungkook’s room where he finds him laying down.

“Oh my god, what now?” Jungkook opens one eye to look at Jimin.

“I can’t go, I won’t be able to control myself,” The words fall out of Jimin’s mouth so quickly Jungkook struggles to catch them.

“Relax. It’s gonna be fine,” Jungkook sits up, motioning for Jimin to sit down beside him.

“How can you be so sure?” Jimin’s voice wavers, he’s so nervous.

“Just trust me, hyung,” Jungkook rubs Jimin’s shoulder, comforting him as much as he could.

“Okay,” The crease in Jimin’s brow has eased a bit. “I guess I’ll go get ready.”

Jimin spends his time picking out his outfit and hating it, then picking out a different one and hating that one too. He messes with his hair, trying to figure out what would look best. Jimin can’t seem to decide on anything. All the while, he’s trying to figure out what he should talk to you about, if he should show up with a gift, maybe flowers? Jimin pops into Jungkook’s room every so often, asking him every question that comes to mind and Jungkook tells him over and over again that he’s overthinking it. Jimin knows he’s probably right; he just can’t calm down when it comes to you.

Being good friends with him and his friends, Jimin saw you quite frequently. He loved seeing you, hearing you laugh at stupid jokes that were being said. And as much as he loved seeing you, most of the time, Jimin tried not to be alone with you. You get Jimin all flustered, make his hands get clammy, he can barely get out complete sentences when it’s just you and him.

Jimin sends you an “i’m here” text when he parks his car and you come down to meet him. He sucks in a breath when he sees you wearing a light yellow dress that hits your mid-thigh.

“Hi, Jimin,” You rock back on your heels, waiting for him to answer.

“H-hey, thanks for inviting me.” Is Jimin still breathing, it doesn’t feel like he’s still breathing.

You wave your hand at his thanks, “Come on.”

You grab his arm and lead him to the elevator, pushing the button to the fourth floor. Jimin’s still unsure if he’s breathing or not, but he has to say it.

“You look nice.” Your smile at his compliment practically blinds Jimin. “P-pretty.”

Your cheeks flame. Yeah, you dressed hoping he would like it but that didn’t mean you were expecting to hear him say it.

“T-thanks,” You bite your cheek and look down, praying Jimin doesn’t see just how red you’ve become.

The rest of the ride up is silent, save for Jimin tapping his fingers on the railing, trying to ease his nerves. You don’t have to lead Jimin to your apartment, he knows which one it is, having visited with Jungkook plenty of times. You fumble with your keys, hands shaking slightly at the idea of you and Jimin being alone.

“I got us some snacks,” You say as you open the door and direct him to the small coffee table that has bags of chocolate and candies and chips piled up.

“That’s… a lot of snacks,” Jimin turns to you and laughs softly.

“I wasn’t sure what to get, okay?” You mumble and turn to close the door (and to hide your, once again, flushed cheeks).

Jimin’s made his way to your living room, sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa. Taking a deep breath, you sit beside him reaching for the tv remote and handing it to Jimin.

Jimin doesn’t even remember what movie he picked. He keeps his eyes glued to the tv even though doesn’t like the movie because it’s better than losing himself in the way your crossed legs look in that dress. Doesn’t even want to think about how smooth your thighs would feel under his palms. Jimin is a weak, weak man, especially when it comes to you.

45 minutes into the movie Jimin picked you’re so uninterested in the movie you could die. You look over to Jimin, his eyes are unwavering from the tv, his hand stuck in the air with a chip in it, too busy to bring it up to his mouth. Even in his focused state he’s still the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, lips puckered in confusion and his brows furrowed. You want to roll your eyes at him for not taking the perfect opportunity to say something to you. Leave it to yourself to make anything happen.

You slowly slide your hand across the short distance to his knee. You place it there lightly, feeling Jimin tense slightly underneath. His attention is now on your small hand, you can hear him gulp.

“Jimin,” you purr from beside him, squeezing his knee making him jolt. “Jungkook told me something today.”

Jimin gulps again, heart creating earthquakes inside his body. “W-what did he say?”

You turn your body towards him, sitting on your knees and sliding your hand just an inch higher. Jimin can’t make eye contact with you.

“Well, he told me something about you,”

Jimin’s breathing is shallow now, chest moving up and down quickly. You’re looking down at him with this look that makes him feel like he’s going to explode and Jimin thinks he probably will soon. Then you throw a leg over his lap, making yourself comfortable on his thighs and Jimin knows he’s going to combust.

“O-oh? W-what would that be?” He tries, really tries to sound cool, unaffected by your practically bare legs around him but fails.

Your clothed core against Jimin’s thigh provides instant relief to the pressure that had built up. You slide your hands up his toned chest, slinging your arms around his neck. Jimin flushes at your sudden closeness. He tries so hard not to ogle the way your tits squish together but the neckline of your dress is so low and Jimin can’t help it.

“Oh, come on, Jimin! I know you like me, know you wanna fuck me,” You say exasperatedly. “Jungkook told me!”

“He told you that?” Jimin looks horrified at Jungkook’s breach of trust.

“Well don’t you?” You cock your head to the side, baffled as to why he hasn’t pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist by now.

Jimin carefully brings his hands to rest on your hips, still wary of the situation. Under his touch, your body feels like it’s on fire. You can feel your panties sticking to your soaking pussy. You move up Jimin’s thighs, your chest almost touching his.

“Don’t you, Jimin?” You repeat your question softly. “Just say it; I know you do.”

“F-fine. I like you,” Jimin blushes fiercely, mumbling under his breath. “Wanna fuck you. Can’t believe he told you.”

Your heart does twirls at Jimin’s confession. You duck your head down, trying to catch his eyes but he looks away.

“Jimin,” His name comes out so softly. “I like you too, you know.”

Jimin’s head shoots up, his eyes are wide and starting to water a bit. He’s wanted to hear you say those words for so long that maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. He couldn’t have heard you correctly, could he?

“R-really?” He asks so quietly, as if he says it any louder you might change your mind.

“Really,” You confirm, brushing your thumb against his soft cheek.

“Oh,” Jimin looks flustered now. “I didn’t know.”

“And now that you do?” You’re so close to begging him to just do something.

With his heart leaping, Jimin inches his face closer to yours. Jimin’s longed to know how your lips would feel for so long, they always look just so soft. He wants to know if they’re as soft as they look. His eyes flicker down to them, just in time to catch your tongue poking out to wet them. The sight makes Jimin surge forward, planting his lips on yours.

Jimin’s lips feel just like you imagined, plush and velvety against yours. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, tilting your head to the side. You want to savor your first kiss with him, really you do, but it seems your hips have a mind of their own when they move against the growing tent in Jimin’s pants. You can’t contain the whine that tumbles out of your mouth, much like Jimin can’t control the groan he lets out.

“Jimin,” It comes out muffled against his lips.

Jimin doesn’t dare to take his lips off yours, only letting out a low “hm?” in response.

It takes all your strength to pull away from him, but you're desperate to feel him touch you.

“Do you wanna take my dress off?” You ask, already pushing a strap down.

Jimin’s hand doesn’t move fast enough to push down the other strap making the dress fall slightly. He groans at the sight of the tops of your breast being exposed. His hands pull down the neckline of your dress, nipples pebbling as they are exposed to the cold air. His hands come up to cup them softly, just pressing the pads of his fingers into the flesh.

“Jimin,” You whine. “Do something.”

Leaning forward, Jimin licks a circle around your nipple, rolling the other between his thumb and index finger. The cry you let out is lewd and it’s music to Jimin’s ears. His tongue rubs over your nipple before he latches on it, sucking roughly. Your fingers tangle in the strands of Jimin’s hair, pushing him as close to you as possible.

“God, I love your tits,” Jimin confesses before moving to the other nipple.

You let out a pathetic moan, pushing your crotch down on Jimin’s, craving any kind of relief. Jimin moans around your nipple, sending vibrations throughout your body. He removes his mouth from you, leaning back and kneading your breasts with both hands. You flush under his intense gaze, hips still rocking back and forth.

“Can I taste you?” The  obscenity of what he says and the politeness of Jimin’s voice don’t match up sending shivers down your spine.

“Y-yeah, please.”

You let Jimin guide you to the floor, placing a pillow under your head and another under your hips. He pulls the dress down your legs, setting it to the side with care. You giggle at that, it’s so Jimin, and he sends you a small smile. Between your legs, Jimin runs his palms up and down your thigh (they’re just as soft as he thought they would be). Leaning down, he kisses up your thigh to the band of your panties, placing soft kisses there too. Your body buzzes under Jimin’s lips.

“Gonna take this off,” Jimin murmurs against your skin.

He rolls them your legs, placing them aside, using the same care he did with the dress. You’d giggle again but the way Jimin’s taking in the sight of your dripping pussy clenching around nothing makes the giggle get caught in your throat.

“So pretty,” Jimin sounds in awe as he traces the puffy lips of your cunt.

His praise makes your face flush. His fingers trace lightly around you before he pushes forward and leaves a wet kiss on your fluttering clit.

“J-Jimin,” You gasp at the feeling of his tongue, taking short quick flicks against you.

He travels down to your clenching hole, licking a thick stripe all the way up to your clit, sucking harshly.

You sob loudly, closing your legs around Jimin’s head. His arms wrap around your thighs to keep them open.

“You taste so good,” Jimin divulges before continuing his attack on your clit.

His fingers probe lightly against your drenched core, dipping them in lightly before taking them out again. You push your hips down on his face, greedy for more of him. You can feel him smirk against you at your urgency. He pushes two fingers in slowly, waiting until you’ve gotten used to the stretch before pulling them out and shoving them back in. You throw your head back in ecstasy, calling out Jimin’s name.

“So wet for me, all for me,” Jimin says it like he can’t believe it.

His fingers scissor inside you, curling when he hears you moan loudly, his tongue still assaulting your clit. He can feel you tightening around him, your walls fluttering.

“Jimin,” You call out warningly. “I-I’m so close.”

“That’s good, baby,” He says proudly, speeding up the pace of his fingers.

“N-no, wanna cum around you,” It comes out of your mouth brokenly.

Jimin groans against your clit, sending another wail out of your mouth. You whine when he pulls his fingers out even though it was your doing. Jimin quickly rids himself of his jeans, the tightness of them was starting to get painful. He situates himself between your legs again, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times before rubbing the tip against your folds.

“Jimin,” You plead, impatient to feel Jimin stretch you. “Please.”

Jimin pushes in slowly, letting out a whine when he can feel you stretch around him. You cling to his shoulders, making crescent marks with your fingernails.

“Y-you feel fucking amazing,” Jimin pants. “Holy shit.”

You moan loudly as Jimin starts driving his cock further inside you. Jimin’s lips find your neck, leaving wet kisses down the base.

“Feels so good, Jimin.”

Your hands tangle in his hair again, pulling at the roots causing Jimin to moan.

“Been waiting forever to fucking do this,” Jimin says between thrusts. “Don’t ever wanna fucking stop.”

“T-then don’t.”

Jimin’s rhythm speeds up, thrusting in and out of you roughly. With one hand beside your head steadying him, he reaches his other hand down to your clit, rubbing in circles with two fingers. The obscene squelching sound of your pussy and you and Jimin’s moan bounce off the walls.

“J-Jimin, I’m close, so f-fucking close,” You sob loudly, tears welling in your eyes.

“Kiss,” You reach out for Jimin, trying to pull him down to you. “Kiss me, please.”

Jimin obliges happily, smashing his swollen lips on yours. Your pussy clenches around him before your release gushes out. You see stars as your legs shake around him.

“Good girl, my good girl,” Jimin praises, still thrusting inside you, chasing his own release.

As you come down from your orgasm, Jimin’s trusts become sporadic, signalling to you that he’s close too.

“Cum inside, please.”

Jimin looks at you like he’s never heard something more pleasing. You watch his face crumple in bliss as he releases inside you, covering your walls in white.

Chest heaving, Jimin slumps forward, careful not to put all his weight on you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You’re both sweaty and it might have felt gross to Jimin if this was someone else, but this was you and Jimin has loved you for so long.

When he catches his breath, he moves down your body to look at you. Jimin never wants to forget the way your pussy looks when his cum is dripping out of it. You whine at the sensitivity when he swipes his tongue against you, collecting your mixed arousal. He leans back up to kiss you, letting you taste him and yourself on his tongue. And that might have felt gross to you if this was someone else, but this was Jimin and you have loved for so long.

Jimin pulls away with a satisfied smile, laying down beside you.

“So, what did Jungkook tell you?”

You turn to him with a smirk on your face, “Told me you think about me in the shower.”

Jimin’s face turns redder than you’ve ever seen it.

“I’m gonna kill him, seriously.”

“Really?” You tease, tracing your finger on Jimin’s chest. “I think we should thank him.”

“You’re right,” Jimin concedes. “I’m gonna thank him and then kill him.”

[barnes-dameron]

Balance

*gif not mine

The Mandalorian x Jedi!Reader

Summary: Upon arriving on Corvus, you realize you won’t be able to hide your secret from your Mandalorian traveling partner forever, especially since the Jedi you encounter asks a lot of questions...

Word Count: 4.1k 

A/N: Spoilers for Chapter 13 so read at your own risk! I think we all need a little something after the tragedy in Chapter 14. By the way, this is a gender-neutral reader ;)

***

The closer you got to Corvus, the further down your stomach sank to the floor. Your heart beat faster against your rib cage as anticipation rose inside you. The day that the Mandalorian came to you saying that he knows where to find a Jedi for the Child, you were shocked. Of course you were happy that the kid will finally get a teacher, but you were shocked that there were still Jedi around. 

Your leg bounced up and down as the landscape of Corvus came to view in the windshield. You took a deep breath, and left the cockpit, trying to avoid any questions that the Mandalorian might ask. The Child was asleep in his little hammock, and your heart ached for the little guy. From the first moment you saw him, you knew something was special about him. Well, you sensed it, really. And you hoped that the Child wouldn’t say anything, and thankfully, he didn’t.

You reached over, and picked up the tiny creature, his black eyes revealing themselves as his green lids pulled back. 

“Listen,” you whispered, bringing his face close to yours. “When we find that Jedi, you don’t say anything, got it? Do not blow this for us.” 

Of course, he didn’t repsond to your warning, but instead cocked his head and cooed. You rolled your eyes and shifted him so he was sitting on your hip. 

“We’re here,” the Mandalorian announced as he climbed down the ladder and opened the hatch door. 

You took another deep breath, and straightened your back before following the Mandalorian out.

***

You’ve been wandering around the forest on Corvus for a while now, your stomach turning with every step. After visiting the seemingly enslaved village and meeting the Magistrate, you followed the Mandalorian into the wilderness to find the Jedi named Ahsoka Tano. 

You constantly turned your head in search for the Jedi, dreading the impending moment of your meeting. You rested your hand on your blaster, your heart beating rapidly. 

“So you’re not really gonna kill this Jedi, right?” you asked, looking at your beskar clad companion with wide eyes. 

“No,” he simply replied.

You nodded, looking about your surroundings again. The Mandalorian set the Child down on a nearby rock, bringing his binoculars to his visor. You were so in depth in your own thoughts and anxieties that you didn’t even hear him talking. Sweat was collecting on your brow as you thought about what this Jedi will be like. You have heard stories of her bravery and her part in the Clone Wars, but that was years ago. Was she a different person now? Would she try to kill the Mandalorian? A crack from a tree drew you out of your thoughts, and a person descended from above. 

You moved over to the Child, reaching for your blaster as the Mandalorian struggled with the intruder. But the sight of the white lightsabers didn’t do anything to relax you. You could feel the heat from the Mandalorian’s flame thrower as he set her cloak on fire. You thought she was contained once he tied her, but never under estimate a Jedi. She gave him a smirk before jumping up, back bending over a branch, dragging the Mandalorian with her. Once on the ground, she ignited her lightsabers, freeing herself from the restraints, and preparing herself in a battle stance.  

“Ahsoka Tano,” the Mandalorian yelled. “Bo-Katan sent me. We need to talk.” 

You watched as she straightened herself from her fighting stance, pulling back her sabers to her sides. She was as intimidating as you imagined. 

“I hope it’s about him,” she said, looking over to the spot where you and the Child were.  

***

Your leg once again was bouncing as you settled yourself on rock. The Mandalorian’s pacing was no help to you at all, only increasing your nerves. You looked over at the campfire, with Ahsoka and the Child just staring at each other in silence. You have heard about this technique, in fact it was how you were found out years ago on Tatooine. 

Mando’s pacing wouldn’t cease, much to your annoyance. You never done what you were about to do, but you needed to know what was going on in his head. You were always so careful to hide your true identity from the man, in fear of what he would do to you if he uncovered the truth. However, something didn’t rub you right. You closed your eyes, concentrating and reaching out into the darkness. You could sense his own anxiety about the situation, but you left it there. If you lingered too long, he could catch wind. Ever since you came across him and the kid on his first trip to Tatooine, you could sense the bond between the two. When he mentioned about finding the Child a teacher, you knew it would be difficult for him. 

The Mandalorian stopped and began to make his way towards Ahsoka who was holding the Child. You got up from where you were perched and followed your companion. You listened carefully to everything that Ahsoka said, from the time of Child’s training up to the present. Plus, you were pleasantly surprised to find his name was Grogu. Ahsoka ended the conversation on a hopeful note of Grogu’s training in the morning. You nodded, getting up from your spot as Mando grabbed the Child, Grogu, to prepare a place to make for camp. 

“Wait,” Ahsoka spoke up, getting your attention. “Can you stay here for a minute?” You nodded to her, sitting on a nearby log before waving off Mando, who nodded and continued to make his way. You pressed your lips into a thin line while clearing your head from any impending thoughts. Your heart was pounding once again. You rubbed your hands over your thighs. “You know a blaster isn’t a Jedi weapon.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, gripping your thighs in defense. 

“Really?” Ahsoka replied. “Because Grogu said something very interesting-”

“Dammit,” you whispered, dropping your head while letting out a sigh. “What did he say?” 

“He mentioned that you knew the Force,” Ahsoka began. “But you were hiding it.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “That sounds about right.” 

Ahsoka was quiet for a moment, and you felt her eyes peering into you despite your steady gaze on the forest floor. 

“Where are you from?” she asked. 

“Tatooine,” you mumbled, before meeting her eyes. 

She nodded, shifting in her seat a bit. 

“Have you practiced with a lightsaber?” she questioned, quirking up an eyebrow. 

“Once,” you revealed. “But my master thought it would be too dangerous to have one with the Empire and all so-”

“Wait,” Ahsoka interjected, holding up a hand. “Who was your master?” 

You realized your mistake. The air escaped your lungs as your heart sank to your stomach. You got up from your seat abruptly. What you needed to keep a secret, you almost let out. 

“No one important,” you said. “It’s late, so I’m going to go get some rest.”

You didn’t wait to hear her reply. You practically ran back to the Mandalorian, who was resting his head on a log as he laid on the ground. Grogu was nestled in one of arms, fast asleep. 

You tiptoed to where they were at on the ground, and moved to lay beside Mando, with your back to him and an inch or two between your bodies. You tried to even out your breathing, and put aside the questions that Ahsoka was asking. You had one job, and you almost blew it from the slight excitement that maybe you weren’t alone in the galaxy.

“What did she want?” Mando asked, his voice tinged with sleepiness and gruff through the modulator. 

“Nothing important,” you lied, turning over to face him. “Just some stuff about the Child.” 

Mando hummed, then out-stretched his arm as an invitation. You moved closer to him, placing your head on the clothed part of his bicep. Mando’s hand rested on your hip, and began to draw shapes with his thumb. 

“Do you think she will be a good teacher for him?” he asked, uncertainty laced in his voice. 

“I do,” you answered. 

You closed your eyes and started to drift into sleep, trying in vain to forget about Ahsoka for now. 

***

You were awoken from your sleep when a hard object was dropped on your stomach, the air from your lungs escaping. Your eyes flew open as you went to cradled your abdomen. A gasp nearly escaped your lips if it wasn’t for a hand covering your mouth. You looked up to see Ahsoka crouched above you, pressing a finger to her lips before motioning her head to follow her. She retracted her hand, and walked off. You took a deep breath, and looked over to Mando. For being a well trained Mandalorian, he can sleep like the dead when he wanted to. 

You slipped out from his arm, grabbing at the object that Ahsoka dropped on you. On closer inspection, you realized it was one of her lightsabers. Anger rose in you for her lack of dropping a topic. You marched over to where she stood, a good distance away from the Mandalorian and Child. 

“What the hell!” you whispered yelled, waving your arms. 

“A Jedi needs to practice,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders before igniting her lightsaber, illuminating her features in the darkness. 

“I’m not a Jedi,” you said through gritted teeth. “I’m just Force-sensitive.” 

“Oh really?” Ahsoka said in unbelief. Ahsoka reached her hand out, lifting up a rock that was a bit bigger than the Child’s size, and threw it at you. Panic arose at first, but by instinct, you rose your hand out in response. The rock was suspended in mid air right before your face. “I usually wouldn’t do that unless I knew for certain. That was just to show you that I didn’t believe you.”

You dropped your hand, the rock falling in front of you. You tightened your grip on Ahsoka’s lightsaber. If this is what she wants, then it’s what she’s going to get. You ignited the lightsaber in your hand, shifting your feet to a fighting stance that your Master once taught you. You saw the slight smirk that appeared on Ahsoka’s face as she too brought her lightsaber up with her backhand. 

 Ahsoka was the first to lunge forward, bringing down her saber onto yours as you rose it in a defense. You kept your feet planted to the ground as you pushed forward, then swung at Ahsoka, who blocked your advance. It was like a choreograph dance as you and Ahsoka sparred around the open space. The sound of the colliding beams filled the air along with your grunts. The lights of the clashing sabers nearly blinded you several times, but you didn’t let that stop you. You were taught better. You pushed Ahsoka aside one more time, before she looked at you, straightening her back. 

“Who was your Master?” Ahsoka asked through deep breaths. 

You ignored her question, and lunged forward again, bringing your lightsaber down on Ahsoka who blocked it last second. She pushed against the collided sabers, using more strength than before, causing you to stumble back. While caught off guard, Ahsoka bent down, swiping a leg against yours, making you fall down on the ground. The lightsaber flew out of your hand, switching off before Ahsoka grabbed it. She once again stood above you, but this time her lightsaber hovered over your face. 

“I’m going to ask you this one more time,” she reiterated. “Who was your Master?” 

You gave her a smirk, before reaching out your hand. The unlit lightsaber flew out of Ahsoka’s hand, returning once again to yours. You ignited the saber, clashing it against hers so it was away from you. You lifted your leg, and pushed Ahsoka with your foot. She fell backwards, but quickly got up, however you were faster. You scrambled to your feet, lightsaber in hand, and jumped onto a nearby boulder. You looked down at Ahsoka, switching off your lightsaber. 

“Obi Wan Kenobi,” you revealed. 

Ahsoka stumbled back, turning off her saber as her eyes widen down at you. You moved down from the boulder to a sitting position on the floor, watching Ahsoka’s reaction while trying to catch your breath from your bout. She let out a little laugh before sitting down across from you. 

“Obi Wan trained you?” she asked. 

You nodded.

“It seems like a forever ago, but yes,” you began. “I was living on Tatooine, and he found me. He only taught me little stuff like using the Force, and had me mess around with a lightsaber once. He was afraid that if I grew too much that the Empire will notice, so he ended our training.” 

You looked down at the forest floor, admiring the tangled roots from the nearby trees. So different from the sands of Tatooine. You remembered Obi Wan’s kind face and smooth instruction. He was always so patient with you even if you doubted yourself. You remembered the time when you went to visit him, but found his hermit’s hole empty. You waited for so long, but he never returned. You thought back to the time where you sat in his place, reaching out through the Force to feel him. But emptiness filled you when you couldn’t feel him. Looking up at Ahsoka’s sad eyes, you sensed that she knew about his absence in the galaxy as well. 

“I can see some of him in you when you fight,” Ahsoka said, fingering her lightsaber. “But I sense some fear in you.” You gulped, looking down again at the ground. “What are you afraid of?” 

You took a deep breath, thinking about your beskar clad warrior who you temporarily left behind. There was no way that you could hide anything from the Jedi before you. 

“I don’t know,” you started, rubbing your hands over your forearms.

Ahsoka smirked again, putting her hands behind her to lean back. 

“It’s the Mandalorian isn’t it?” she inquired, cocking up an eyebrow. 

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I try to conceal my identity from him because I’m afraid how he would react. Everyone knows that Mandalorians and Jedi aren’t on the friendliest of terms-”

“That’s an understatement,” Ahsoka snorted. 

“And,” you continued. “I don’t want him to hate me. I mean the kid-”

“Grogu,” Ahsoka corrected.

“Knew about who I am,” you continued, once again. “He used the Force multiple times in front of the Mandalorian but he’s only a child. And he was given the task to help him find a teacher. I’m not a kid, and if he finds out, I’m just scared that he’ll leave.” 

Ahsoka sat there, absorbing everything while nodding. She tilted her head. 

“You love him don’t you?” Ahsoka asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Yes,” you replied. 

***

You listened to the villagers’ joyous noises as they celebrated the victory over the Magistrate. Their outfits changed from dreary gray and brown to green and blue. You assisted Ahsoka and Mando in freeing the city, shooting down droids and defending the villagers. Despite all the fighting and blaster shots, you were impressed to see how well you all worked together, especially Mando and Ahsoka. If anything, it gave you hope for your situation. But was it different for them compared to you? Does he rather work with a Jedi who he has never met before to one who was hiding their identity to him? You shook the question aside, choosing to instead watch the people. Ahsoka smiled in pride, and gave over the pure beskar staff to the Mandalorian before he set off to retrieve the Child. 

You waited alongside the Jedi, admiring the people’s celebration as they reinstated their original leader before the Empire took over. But some time has passed, and the Mandalorian was no where in sight. After much silent deliberation, you and Ahsoka decided to head over to the Razor Crest instead. 

You navigated through the foliage, dodging roots and rocks here and there. It was silent between the two of you until Ahsoka broke it. 

“You know I can’t train him,” she said, repeating her conclusion from yesterday morning. 

You let out a sigh, remembering how Grogu proved himself with moving his favorite metal ball from Mando’s hand to his. You were so proud with him, but that was instantly crushed when Ahsoka gave her verdict. You glanced down at the forest floor, reevaluating your options for the little guy, but it was slim to none. 

“What if I trained him?” you asked, looking up to see her reaction only to be met with a blank expression. “I don’t know much, but I could teach him how to control it and when to use it. Plus, Master Obi Wan taught me about meditation so-”

“Y/N,” Ahsoka interrupted holding up a hand, and stopping in her tracks. You ceased your walking in return, looking at her. Ahsoka shook her head, her eyebrows coming together as she looked down before meeting your gaze. “You can’t train him either.”

“Why not?” you demanded, disbelief creeping in your voice. “He needs someone to help him, he’s just a child-”

“You have an attachment as well,” Ahsoka interjected. You felt like she just punched you in the stomach. It was true, but knowing that she could tell and hearing her say it out loud made it sound so real. You stared at her in a loss of words. “Jedi cannot have any attachments, it could lead you down a dark path. Like Grogu, you were in hiding too, in a way. It’s just not wise.”

Ahsoka returned to her walking, leaving you standing there. Obi Wan did tell you the stories and lore of the Jedi, and everything about the Light and Dark side. He instilled the principles of the Light side, and you always planned to uphold them, despite your slight attachment to the Mandalorian. You jogged to catch up with Ahsoka. 

“You’re wrong,” you said, holding up an air of confidence. “I won’t let my attachment lead me anywhere near the Dark side.”

“Funny,” Ahsoka replied. “I knew someone who thought the same.”

“Unlike that person,” you defended. “I will succeed.” 

“A Mandalorian and a Jedi,” Ahsoka hummed, looking up at the gray sky above you two. “Quite a combination.”

You shrugged your shoulders, before looking over at her. She met your gaze as she raised an eyebrow at you. 

“It’s all about balance,” you said. 

***

The hull in the Razor Crest was quiet except for the little noises coming from Grogu. The Mandalorian resided in the cockpit as he set the coordinates to your next destination. You could tell how lost he was when Ahsoka reaffirmed her previous conclusion to him, but she didn’t leave you totally in the dark. She provided you some instructions to find Grogu a teacher and to decide his fate, but you yourself were uneasy in the whole matter. You knew you could train him. Hell, you even came across him, and you’re a Jedi. 

You looked down at the little green creature who was sitting in your lap, his dark eyes staring up at you. You bounced him a little, while he giggled. 

“What are we going to do with you, Grogu?” you asked, meaning for it to be rhetorical, but he tilted his head at you at the mention of his name. “By the way, I didn’t forget what you did. You really had to tell Ahsoka about me, traitor? We had a deal.” 

You knew he wouldn’t say anything, but you still smiled at him. You pet his ears, and he cooed with content. 

“I can’t be mad at you,” you sighed. 

Your attention was pulled away from Grogu when the sound of boots hitting the metal rungs of the ladder echoed throughout the haul. The Mandalorian approached you, his figure towering over you while casting a shadow. He bent down, and picked up the Child, before returning him to his hammock in the bunk. Mando shut the door before turning to you, his gaze burning a hole into you despite the beskar helmet. 

“We need to talk,” he said, stepping closer to where you were seated in the haul. 

“About what?” you questioned, blood roaring in your ears as fear gripped your heart. What if he knew?

“I saw you,” Mando began, his voice even and steady. “That night on Corvus, you left with Ahsoka. I followed you. I saw you. You have the same power as the kid. You used a lightsaber like Ahsoka.” With every sentence, the Mandalorian took a step forward until he was right before you. Your heart hammered in your chest, tears brimming the rims of your eyes as you tried to keep your emotions in check. What if this was it? You couldn’t bear to leave him and the Child, but now it seems like you have no choice. You took a deep breath, watching him carefully. He gave off no inclination on what he’s about to do. His hands were steady by his sides, his breathing was even, and his voice was unwavering. “Are you a Jedi?” 

“Yes,” you whispered, looking at the floor instead of his visor. You gripped your  own arms with a vice, reminding you to stay grounded before getting overwhelmed. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his features unchanging. 

You swallowed a lump in your throat before standing up. You needed to face your fear, and not let it overcome you. You straightened your back, staring into the expressionless helmet. 

“Because I was scared,” you started. “I was scared that you wouldn’t want to take me on as a crew mate. I was scared that you would desert me on a planet all by myself. I was scared that I would lose you. The Mandalorians’ enemy is the Jedi, and I was scared that if you found out you wouldn’t want anything to do with me-”

You were cut off when Mando grabbed your biceps, pulling you forward until you were wrapped in his arms. Your cheek was pressed against his chest plate, his hands pressing into your back. You were silenced by his sudden actions. You wound your arms around him, before letting the tears fall from your eyes to run down the beskar. He didn’t want to kill you, or leave you. He wasn’t disgraced by taking in the enemy of his people. Instead, he was embracing one. 

“Listen to me,” he said. “I would never do that to you. After everything we’ve been through, I could never do that to you. I care about you, Y/N.” He pulled you back a bit, while keeping his hands on you. You stared up at the helmet, but if you looked closely, you could see the outline of his eyes. He caressed your cheek, the leather of his gloves soft against your cheek. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he said, his voice softening. 

You didn’t know what he meant, but from his tender caresses and gentle voice, you knew he was speaking from his heart. 

“So you don’t mind having a Jedi on board with you?” you asked, humor hinted in your voice. 

“No,” he replied. “Now two Jedi, I might have to think about it.”

You gave him a playful punch to his bicep, a laugh coming from his modulator. His hands came to rest on your hips, before he reached in one of your pockets, and pulling out a small object. 

“What’s this?” Mando asked, holding the object up in the light. 

You grabbed the object from his hand, and held it up higher. 

“It’s a kyber crystal,” you answered, admiring the gift from Ahsoka. Before departing from Corvus, she pulled you aside once again, handing you the crystal. You were a Jedi after all, and she thought you should have a Jedi weapon instead of carrying around a blaster. Though Obi Wan is gone, she wanted you to know that there are more Jedi out there. “They power lightsabers. Ahsoka gave it to me so I can construct my own lightsaber when I’m ready. But I don’t think I’m going to do it.”

“Why not?” Mando questioned. 

“Well, our focus is the Child. We don’t exactly have time to stop everything to build one,” you tried to reason.

“Not now,” he said. “But maybe in the near future.” 

“Really?” you asked, excitement in your voice. “You would help me?”

“Of course, cyar’ika,” he affirmed. “A Mandalorian and a Jedi, they’ll never see it coming.”

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum- I love you 

Mando Taglist: @absurdthirst @tangledlove27

[nastybuckybarnes]

Deep End  -  Six

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 4.6K

A/n: Okie dokie! I’ve got an epilogue planned but I like this. The epilogue will explain shit better but I've known that this would be the end since pretty much the beginning LMAO

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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

~*~

When Steve hears you stop struggling, stop fighting and stop crying, he’s nervous.

It’s been a while since he locked you up there, and he really should check on you soon, if only to make sure the baby’s okay after that stunt you pulled.

He pushes the door to the bedroom open, eyeing your figure carefully.

You look like you’re asleep. If he wasn't so attuned to your body, your heart and your breathing, he wouldn’t have noticed something’s wrong.

Your heart is beating rapidly, far faster than normal. And it’s weaker than usual.

Your breathing is shallow and strained, and your face is lacking its usual healthy glow.

He rushes to your side, tearing the rope from your wrists and touching your face carefully.

Your skin is hot to the touch, and he feels fear settle in his gut.

He doesn’t know what to do, how to help. He’s never really had to help you like this, the doctor’s always been nearby.

He grabs his phone, calling the doctor and pacing nervously.

“Sh-she’s burning up and her breathing is shallow.”

Steve's stomach drops as he listens to the doctor’s instructions, answers his questions and comes to the realization of why you’re like this.

He rolls you onto your left side, tears welling up in his eyes at how unresponsive you are.

The doctor hangs up after telling the super soldier that he’ll be there soon.

His heart is in his throat as he tries to undo the damage of his punishment, putting the evidence back in the box and kicking the rope under the bed.

You’re still unresponsive, heart weak, but your breath sounds a little less strained.

Monster. That’s what you called him. What Natasha called him and what Bucky’s asset called him.

Maybe you’re right.

But he wants you. He needs you. Giving you up would be giving up a piece of his soul and he’s not ready to do that yet.

~*~

The doctor informs him that both you and the baby are okay, but being on your back for so long was compressing a major vein supplying your baby with oxygenated blood. If he’d gotten there any later it might’ve been too late.

With strict instructions to keep you on your left side and make sure you stay hydrated, the doctor takes his leave.

He stays by your side, holding your hand tightly in both of his as he really comes to terms with the fact that it was entirely his fault. He almost killed you and your baby to prove a stupid point. To discourage you from doing the very same thing.

His heart is heavy in his chest as he listens to your heartbeat get stronger, to the baby’s heartbeat continue fluttering like a hummingbird’s.

Those two sounds bring him peace, if only temporarily.

Shattering his peace is the sound of the front door opening, followed by tiny little footsteps clomping up the stairs.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

Sarah.

Steve shoves himself to his feet and quickly leaves the room just as his daughter tries to enter.

“Sarah, mommy’s sleeping.” She frowns up at him and shakes her little blonde head.

“I need to talk to mommy!”

She walks around his legs only for him to scoop her up in his arms.

“She’s sleeping right now, honey.”

Sarah shakes her head angrily, beating her tiny fists against his shoulders.

“Let me go! I want mommy! Mommy!! Put me down!” She starts shrieking. Full-on screaming bloody murder right in his ear, and he loses his grip on the wriggling child.

She slides out of his arms and runs into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and shaking your shoulder.

“Mommy?” She’s got little tears on her face, and they don’t cease when you don’t wake up.

“Why won’t mommy wake up?!” She looks up at Steve with terror written on her face and it shatters his heart in his chest.

“Sarah, mommy’s sick, okay? I had the doctor come over and he said that she needs to rest and when she wakes up we’re gonna need to make sure she’s got plenty of water, okay?”

Sarah’s big blue eyes are filled with tears and she shakes her head.

“I want mommy!”

She clings to your torso, crying against your shoulder in fear.

“Sarah, honey, mommy’s gonna be okay. You just gotta give her some space, okay? How about I set up a movie for you?” Sarah sniffles and slowly pulls away from you, looking at her father and shaking her head again.

“I want mommy! I hate you!”

Steve then realizes just how crucial you are. How important you are, not only to him but to his daughter as well.

Losing you would hurt so many people.

“Honey, you gotta give mommy and I some space, okay?”

He picks up the five-year-old, despite her quite literally kicking and screaming, and sets her down outside the bedroom.

He shuts the door quickly and locks it even faster.

Sarah stands outside, wailing her head off and pounding on the door with her tiny little fists.

She cries for you, over and over again, and it breaks Steve’s heart.

He’s brought back to what you said about him. About how this isn’t love.

He sits down at your side again, trying desperately to drown out the sound of his daughter crying outside as his thoughts overwhelm him.

He hasn’t been the nicest to you, that he’ll openly admit, and he makes mistakes probably more often than he doesn’t. But he loves you. He needs you.

Tears well up in his eyes and he lets out a shuddering breath.

He’ll make this right. He has to. Sarah deserves a mother, so does your unborn baby. And -though he may not deserve you- he needs you. The monster will be hard to fight, but losing you will be harder.

The damage he’s done might be irreversible, but he’s gonna do what he can to make things right, to give you a better life.

You don’t wake up for a few hours, but when you do you’re confused.

Your back aches and you feel a little dizzy as you remember what happened, how you got here.

Steve watches as you regain consciousness, confusion pulling your brows together before you slowly open your eyes.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks softly, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles soothingly.

You look up at him then drop your gaze to your belly, bringing your free hand down to rub it gently.

“Am I... are we okay?” He nods gently, tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I was... I don’t know, trying to teach you a lesson. And all that did was hurt you. Hurt the baby. I wanted to show you that trying to hurt yourself and hurt the baby wouldn’t fly, but I ended up doing far more damage.”

You swallow hard and struggle to push yourself into a seated position, wincing at the throb in your head.

“The doctor said that you shouldn’t move too much, and try to stay on your left side when you sleep. I-I didn't know that sleeping on your back was bad.”

You take a deep breath and look up at him, waiting for the anger to take hold in his eyes but it never does.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. For scaring you and not trusting you. I... I lost you for so many years and now I have you back and... I don’t wanna lose you again. But everything I do to try and keep you close, make you mine... all it does is push you further away and I’m sorry.”

His apology takes you by surprise, and you eye him skeptically.

How are you supposed to know if he’s telling the truth?

He drags one of his hands down his face and for a moment you can truly see just how old Steve Rogers is.

The exhaustion of carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders finally shows in the lines near his eyes, the bags beneath them. But what really displays his age is his eyes. They’re so full of trauma and pain and weariness.

For the first time since waking up from the ice, Steve Rogers looks his age.

“I-I’m sorry, too,” you whisper, surprising him.

“I didn’t... I wasn’t thinking. I just... I wanted to punish you for what happened to Natasha. What you did. I wanted you to hurt but I just ended up hurting myself in the process.” You look down at your hands, trying to figure out how you want to phrase what you have to say.

“People argue, Steve. But what you do... it’s beyond that. We’re not... there are so many things wrong with what’s happening between us, what’s happened already, but I can’t leave. Sarah’s too attached and all I want for my little girl is to have a happy life. To have the happiness that was torn from me.”

Guilt settles on his chest, but he lets you continue speaking.

“I want my daughter to have a good life. I don’t want her to be afraid of-of people. The way I am. She loves you, and I know... I think you love her. You haven’t hurt her yet, and I hope it stays that way because at the rate we’re going, I'm not sure how much longer I’ll be able to do this.”

The pure fatigue on your face is more than enough explanation, but the idea of losing you is too much for him to bear.

“No, don’t say that. I’m gonna get better, okay? We-we were happy once. And we can do it again. I’ll be gentle and patient. I just... I need you, (Y/n). I need you a lot and the fact that you have such a tight hold over my every thought makes me angry. But I’m not gonna take it out on you anymore, okay?”

You let out a deep breath and eye him carefully.

“You’ve said that before.”

He thinks back to the time you spent in that cabin in the woods, where you turned his friends against him.

He has said that before, and look at where he is now.

“This time it’ll be different.”

You don’t have the energy to fight him. So if he’s gonna try, fine.

“Where’s Sarah?” You ask, hoping she’s still safely out with Morgan.

Steve’s face falls again and he stands up and opens the door to your bedroom.

Sarah sits crumpled in a ball, her cheeks covered in tears.

“Mommy!” She all but screams the word, launching to her feet.

Steve tries to take her hand but she yanks it away from him, shooting him a glare then running to the bed and climbing up beside you.

Your heart breaks when you see how sad she looks, and you hug her to your chest.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay.” She sniffles and climbs onto your lap, climbing to you like her life depends on it.

You wonder what happened while you were unconscious, what Steve did to upset her so much, and your mind immediately goes to the worst.

You look at the man, your thoughts written plainly across your face, but he quickly shakes his head.

“No. I just told her she couldn’t come in. Not ‘till you woke up. She uh... she stayed right outside the door.”

You soothe your daughter, rocking her as much as you can manage with the pain rolling down your spine.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay. Everything’s okay.” You hold her close to you, trying to calm her down while Steve looks on helplessly.

Although his daughter loves him, loves being here with him, nothing can compare to the bond that the two of you have.

The monster in him hates it. Hates that he’s not as close to his own daughter, blames you for it. But he pushes that part of himself down.

He made a promise. And this time he’s not gonna break it.

~

"Are you sure you’re okay with it?” He asks for the thousandth time.

You only shrug, fixing your hair in the mirror as the doorbell rings.

“It’s a little too late now, Steve. Besides, I don’t really care. Sarah’s gonna have fun and that’s all that matters.”

Your daughter took a few days to warm up to Steve again, but now that she has he’s not gonna risk anything changing that.

He takes one last look at you, at how pretty you look in your blue sundress, then leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“I love you, (Y/n). I can send them away.”

You take a deep breath and shake your head.

“Sarah’s excited. Besides, I wanna know what we’re having.”

You plaster on a forced smile and it breaks his heart, but he turns and heads downstairs to greet the guests.

Ever since you got hurt, he’s been nicer. Far gentler than he's ever been with you, and you’re not complaining.

Steve has the potential to be a good person, that much is obvious, but he chooses not to.

He hasn’t hurt you again, or even yelled at you. No, he’s been patient and understanding and it’s such a sharp contrast from who he was before.

You can hear him greeting the guests warmly, chatting on and on about this and that and whatever else.

Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you leave the faux safety of the bedroom and head down the stairs, smiling at your guests.

People that you’ve never seen before are in your house. Well, that’s not true. You’ve seen them on TV.

The Avengers are in your living room and kitchen, talking softly amongst themselves.

In the presence of these superheroes, you feel small. Weak. And you can’t fight the urge to find Steve as anxiety crawls up your spine.

He’s in the kitchen, talking animatedly with Tony Stark and Sam Wilson. Iron Man and Falcon.

He looks so at ease, his face split open with a laidback grin.

Sam’s eyes find yours and he says something to Steve, making the blond turn to you with a soft smile.

He waves you over and you obey, one hand resting delicately on your bump.

“Sam, Tony, this is my (Y/n). (Y/n), Sam and Tony.” You nod politely at them, sliding your clammy hand into Steve's nervously.

You haven’t been around this many people in a very long time.

“It’s nice to finally meet the woman who’s got Captain America so hooked! All he does is talk about you,” Sam says, a grin on his face.

You smile at him, looking up at Steve.

He nods encouragingly, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles to try and ease your anxiety.

“It’s nice to meet you, too. I, uh, I’ve heard a lot about you. About both of you.” Tony smiles looking down as someone tugs on his pant leg.

“Can I have a sleepover at Sarah’s house?!” Morgan asks excitedly, her little face full of glee.

“You’re gonna need to go ask your mother. You know she makes all the decisions.”

Tony’s gaze lifts to yours when his daughter runs to find her mom.

“Is it alright if she sleeps over tonight?”

Steve nods then looks at you.

“You alright with that?”

You’re not sure if it’s a real choice or a test, but you don’t want to find out.

“Of course. She’s always welcome here.”

Tony nods with a smile, then resumes whatever conversation they were having before you showed up.

You tune out what they’re saying, carefully rubbing over your stomach and poking at your baby whenever they decide to kick you.

“(Y/n)? Did you wanna help me set the food up outside?” Pepper’s voice breaks you from your trance, her hand coming to rest softly on your shoulder.

You look up at Steve, silently asking for permission, but he just leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips and lets go of your hand.

You follow Pepper, setting up the table in the backyard silently for a while before she clears her throat.

“How are you feeling, (Y/n)? Sarah told us you were sick.”

You swallow hard and give her a tight smile.

“I’m feeling better. Tired all the time but this little devil is to blame for that.” You poke your belly only to be met with another kick.

Pepper nods, smiling at you.

“Are you excited?”

That question throws you for a loop.

Are you? Are you excited to have another baby?

You’re excited for Sarah to have a sibling. Excited to get to hold your baby and love your baby. But the reason why you’re having the baby in the first place? The father of your baby? No.

“Yeah, I am. A little nervous, too.”

She sits down by your garden, patting the seat next to her.

“You look tired, (Y/n). More tired than a mother should be. You’re wearing yourself thin.” You keep your lips sealed, not wanting to say anything that might make Steve mad.

She sighs and sets a gentle hand on your knee.

“I don’t know what your... relationship is with Steve, but I know you’re unhappy. He’s a good guy, deep down. But you need to take care of yourself, okay? Don’t work yourself to the breaking point because it’ll be even harder to build yourself back up. Especially with a brand new baby.”

You let out a shuddering breath and nod.

“It’s just hard. I’m trying but... it’s hard.”

As you talk softly with Pepper, Steve observes the two of you.

You look so sad, so defeated. He hates that he made you look like that.

“She’s unhappy, Steve.”

He turns to the voice, eyebrows raising.

“Wanda. I didn’t know if you’d make it.” He pulls her into a hug. “I heard about what happened in Westview... Wanda, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

She sighs, pulling away with a sad smile.

“No. But I will be.” Her eyes travel back over to you for a moment, feeling the pain and the sorrow in your soul.

“Do you think she’ll ever be happy here? With me?” Wanda sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and closing her eyes, feeling your thoughts, your energy.

“It’s hard to tell. Right now she’s so... numb. Nothing but sadness and... hopelessness. Her spirit is crushed, Steve.” She reopens her eyes and turns to the blond.

“You can’t keep her here like this. It’s only a matter of time before she gets fed up and tries to do something drastic. Again.”

Steve knows. He fucking knows that. But he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do to lift your spirits.

He's given you more freedom, let you make more decisions for yourself. He’s been gentler with you, hasn't forced himself on you.

Not forcing himself on you isn’t something to gloat about, but given the history between the two of you, it’s something fairly major.

He just wants to keep you in his life. He needs to keep you in his life.

He turns to the young woman beside him, a thought bubbling into his mind.

“Could you... do something to make her happy? Make her enjoy her life here? Make her love me again?”

Wanda’s mouth curves down as she looks at you, watches you play with your daughter and Morgan.

“Steve, it’s not right.”

The blond lets out a pained breath, shaking his head desperately.

“I just want happiness, Wanda. Don’t I deserve it? Haven’t I suffered enough to deserve a happy ending?”

Wanda’s eyes glow red with sorrow as she’s reminded of her own happy ending that she had to give up.

She takes his hand and gives it a squeeze, dropping her gaze for a moment before looking over at his desperate blue eyes.

“We don’t always get what we deserve. It’s hard and it hurts, but we can't control everything. And at some point, we need to let go. No matter how hard it is or how much it hurts. We can’t hurt other people because of what we think we deserve.”

They both look back over to you, your own eyes already on the pair, but dropping as soon as you see them turn to you.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I can’t do that.”

Tears stab at his eyes and he huffs out a breath through his nose, turning on his heel and walking away from the party, from his friends.

His abrupt departure catches the attention of a few people, yourself included. Before you can get up and see what’s going on, Bucky’s on his feet and heading into the house.

The woman Steve was talking to makes her way over to you, smiling gently.

“Hi (Y/n). I’m Wanda.” You smile at her, eyes darting towards where Steve disappeared from then back to her.

Bucky re-emerges only a few moments later, shaking his head at Natasha when she gives him a quizzical look.

You turn to Wanda with a strained smile.

“Could you just watch Sarah for a minute? And make sure she has something to eat? The foods ready.” She nods, watching with sad eyes as you walk back into the house to see what’s wrong with Steve.

“Steve?” You call softly, looking around for him only to find him sitting on the couch in the living room, his face in his hands.

“Why can’t I have what I want?” His question catches you off guard and you move to stand in front of him.

He shakes his head sadly, pulling his hands off of his face to grab yours, holding them tightly.

His lips brush over your knuckles gently, before he presses the back of your hands against his forehead, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“This isn’t right.”

Your heart races in your chest, stomach tying in knots as you try to figure out what he’s talking about.

“What are you talking about? Is everything okay? Did... did I do something wrong?” Maybe you shouldn’t have talked to Pepper earlier. Maybe you should’ve just stayed quiet and smiled.

“I can’t keep you here.”

One sentence. Five words. Sixteen letters.

That’s all it takes to have your heart stuttering.

“What... what do you mean you can’t keep me here?” You try your hardest not to let your hopes get too high. Maybe he’s going to kill you. Maybe that’s what it is. It’s certainly something more up his alley than... the alternative.

He slowly raises his head, teary red eyes staring up into yours. 

“You know what I mean.”

You shake your head, needing to hear him say it himself.

“What are you saying, Steve?”

He lets out a heavy sigh and closes his eyes, the words hurting him but he needs to say them.

“You're free to go. You and Sarah.”

The breath gets knocked from your lungs, eyes wide as tears start to blossom. This is a trap. A test. It has to be. There’s no way...

“You’re letting us go?” You ask softly.

He sighs again, nodding as tears find their way down his cheeks.

“Yeah... I guess I am.”

You’re silent, staring at him and waiting for him to tell you it’s a joke, to punish you. But he doesn’t. No, instead he lets go of one of your hands and stands up, his chest almost brushing yours.

“You said I don’t love you... but I do. I love you. Or maybe I love the idea of you, I don’t know. But either way... I hate how sad you are. How sad and afraid I make you. You're free to go wherever you want.”

You’re practically hyperventilating.

After all this time, you never truly thought he’d ever let you go. That he’d have even a shred of decency left inside him.

He cups your hands together and carefully places something inside them, then turns and walks to the front door, grabbing his keys and leaving the house.

You stand silently, staring at the object in your hands until standing becomes too hard and you think you may throw up.

Then you sit down, silent tears trekking down your cheeks.

“(Y/n)?” You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting on the couch, staring at your hands, but Natasha’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“(Y/n), are you okay? Where’s Steve?”

You stare up at her then look back down at the tiny, life-changing object in your hands.

“He let us go,” you whisper, your glossy eyes raising to hers again.

She looks half as shocked as you feel.

“What?”

You sniffle then wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

“He’s letting us go,” you repeat, pushing yourself to your feet and holding your bump.

“Really?” You nod, eyes finding the backyard through the kitchen window.

Sarah and Morgan are playing outside with Sam and Wanda.

“What are you gonna do?”

Your heart is so full of confusion, full of pain and hurt.

“I’m gonna go cut the cake, then have a talk with Sarah.” She nods, a small smile on her face.

She heads back outside and you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you go out and face Steve’s friends.

You toy with the dainty thing he dropped in your hands before nodding to yourself.

This is what’s right. It’s the right choice for both of you.

You entertain his guests for a few more hours, not wanting to clue them into anything in case they disagree with your decision, with Steve’s.

Only after the presents are given and the cake is almost completely devoured do they finally start to leave.

Wanda helps you tidy up the backyard, writing her phone number down with a soft smile and a whispered ‘if you ever need a friend’.

Everyone bids you goodbye until only Bucky and Nat are left, the metal-armed soldier staring intently at your left hand before a smile spreads across his face.

He surprises you, pulling you into a gentle hug and nodding his head.

“Congratulations, (Y/n).” You’re not sure what he’s talking about, but for some reason, you don’t think it has anything to do with the baby shower.

They leave too, and then you’re virtually alone, Sarah and Morgan asleep upstairs.

After cleaning up every last inch of the house, you head upstairs to go to sleep.

Steve isn’t home until after midnight, long after he lets his tears run dry and his heart stop shattering. It just aches now. Hurts.

He let you go. He really did it.

Deep down he knew this would be the outcome. Either this or your death, but he never wanted to accept it. Refused to admit it to himself.

But seeing Wanda... after all that she’s been through... and she’s still standing strong.

He takes his shoes off and drops his keys on the kitchen counter, freezing in his tracks when he sees the covered plate of cake with his name written on it.

The batter is blue.

A boy.

He’s gonna have a son.

A son that he’ll never get to meet. He’s given you freedom, and he doubts you’ll let him be a part of your child’s life after all that he’s put you through.

He slowly makes his way upstairs, his heart hurting when he sees no sign of your things in the pristine house.

When he pushes open the bedroom door he freezes in his tracks.

There you are, sleeping in his bed. No bags are packed, nothing is out of place, and the dainty diamond ring sits on your finger.

You’ve made your choice, he realizes, his heart jumping for joy in his chest.

He sheds his clothes then climbs into bed with you, wrapping you up in his arms and sighing heavily.

Maybe Wanda was wrong.

Maybe he’ll get his happy ending after all.

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 32

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 32 - This Venerable One is Coaxing You, It's Alright

Through the heavy lotus leaves, Mo Ran reacted like he had been struck by lightning. He was frozen in shock, all the conflicting feelings in his heart going wild, his expression unable to hide his emotions.

Shock, anger, bitter jealousy, irritation; all burst in him like fireworks. He moved his lips but was so angry, he couldn't even get a word out. He didn't even know what he was angry about. There was only one thought going through his head --

This Venerable One has slept with this guy. You think you're worthy enough to touch him?

Chu Wanning, you arrogant, egotistical, lewd slut! You, I can't believe you . . .

He didn't react at all. In this life, Chu Wanning didn't have the slightest passion or desire to engage with him. In an instant, something in his mind snapped.

All in all, it had been more than ten years, a lifetime, from birth until death.

When he was in his right mind, he was able to play it off easily, pretending to be calm.

But under the circumstances, his thoughts were chaotic and the truth was revealed. He still subconsciously believed that Chu Wanning belonged to him. Even now, he realized that he could even remember the taste of Chu Wanning's lips when they kissed . . . not to mention their desire-fueled, lustful interaction and passionate sex.

It was something that he didn't dare think about after he was reborn.

Until he saw Chu Wanning's naked back, saw that familiar figure, - broad shoulders and long legs, tight muscles, thin and powerful waist - immersed in the clear water.

These things that he had deliberately avoided, the lingering feeling he tried to forget, burst through his mind and swept away any resolve.

Mo Ran's mind went blank.

. . . This body made him react.

And it was a strong reaction that couldn't be contained at all. Just looking at it, a fire burned in his belly.

When he came back to his senses, he angrily shouted: "Chu Wanning!"

Chu Wanning actually ignored him.

The two people on either side of him held his shoulders. Steam rose from the lotus pond making it hard to discern the specific identity of the two people. But they are very close together, the distance between them dubiously close.

Mo Ran cursed. He plopped into the lotus pond and waded towards Chu Wanning—when he got closer, he realized —

I-It was actually two mecha men made of metal and redwood!

Even worse, they seemed to be taking advantage of the spiritual energy of the lotus pond water, channelling that energy into Chu Waning. Mo Ran, foolishly jumping into the water, had completely broken the spiritual energy flow . . .

He didn't know what kind of array Chu Wanning was using. He was unconscious, supported by the golden light coming from the metal palms of the two mechs. Those rays kept surging upward and converged on the wound on his shoulder, clearly healing it.

Mo Ran's intrusion caused the golden light to quickly dissipate. What was even more unexpected was that the array actually started to undo!

As the golden light dissipated, Chu Wanning's wounds began to rapidly spread. He frowned, stifling a grunt, and coughed out a mouthful of blood. Immediately, all the scars on his body began to tear open. The blood spilled out like smoke, seeping across the flower pool in an instant.

Mo Ran froze.

This was Chu Wanning's "Flower Spirit Sacrifice Technique"!

He realized that he might . . . be in trouble . . .

Chu Wanning's spiritual flow is a dual system of metal and wood. The metal energy was like "Tianwen", focusing on attack and defence. The redwood energy was used for healing.

Flower Spirit Sacrifice was one of those healing techniques. Chu Wanning could gather the spirits of hundreds of flowers to heal wounds. However, during the process, no other people should enter the array, otherwise, the spirits would scatter. Instead of healing, it would exacerbate the injury. In serious cases, Chu Wanning's spiritual core would most likely be snatched up by the spirits of the flowers.

Fortunately, Mo Ran had dabbled with the Flower Spirit Sacrifice Technique in his previous life and immediately severed the energy flow from the spirits. Chu Wanning, who had lost the support of the array, fell down and was steadily held by Mo Ran.

The unconscious shizun's face was pale, his lips blue, and his body was as cold as ice.

Mo Ran dragged him onto the shore. It was too dark out to see anything else. He half-held, half-dragged Chu Wanning back to his bedroom and lay him on the bed.

"Shizun? Shizun!"

After calling for him several times, there wasn't even the slightest tremble in Chu Wanning's eyelashes. Other than the slight rise in his chest, he looked dead.

Seeing Chu Wanning in this state reminded Mo Ran of his past life.

Inexplicably, his throat constricted and his heart raced.

In the last life, there were two people who died in Mo Ran's arms.

Shi Mei and Chu Wanning.

The two of them, one the love he had endlessly longed for, the other an enemy he had been entangled with all his life.

After Shi Mei was gone, Mo Weiyu ceased to exist in the world.

After Chu Wanning?

Mo Ran didn't know. He only remembered that, on that day, he guarded the person in his arms as he grew cold. He didn't cry, he didn't laugh; joy and sadness became out of reach.

After Chu Wanning was gone, Mo Weiyu no longer knew what the world was.

The lights were bright, illuminating Chu Wanning's exposed upper body.

Yuheng of the Evening Sky typically wore tight clothing. His overlapping collar was folded tight and high, and his waistband was wrapped around his waist three times, proper and simple.

Therefore, no one had seen how injured his body was after two hundred strikes . . .

That day, while he was being punished in the Court of Discipline, Mo Ran saw the beating wounds on Chu Wanning's back with his own eyes. At that time, he only knew that it was bloody and extremely grotesque. But then he saw that Chu Wanning walking around like normal and thought that he probably hadn't been hurt that badly.

Only at this moment did he realize that Chu Wanning's injuries were far more serious than he had imagined.

The five holes left by the Master of Ceremonies Ghost had fully reopened, the deepest of the holes even exposing some bone.

Chu Wanning probably didn't let anyone help reapply the medicine. He did it all by himself. The ointment was unevenly applied, and some places that he couldn't reach were inflamed and ulcerated.

Not to mention the bruises from the cane. They covered his entire back, almost no skin left unmarred. Plus, with the backlash from the array, now Chu Wanning's wounds were all torn open, blood flowing, staining the sheets underneath him.

If he didn’t witness it with his own eyes, Mo Ran wouldn't have believed that the person who insisted on wiping the bridge pillars and opening a huge rain-blocking barrier for the disciples was the person in front of him - this kind of serious injury could be classified as "debilitating".

If Chu Wanning hadn't lost consciousness, Mo Ran really wanted to grab him by the collar and ask him——

Chu Wanning, are you really that prideful?

If you bow your head and give in, who will stop you? Why do you have to be so stubborn? You're an adult. Why don't you know how to take care of yourself and treat yourself better?

Why are you so reluctant to ask others to help treat your wounds?

Why would you rather have two mechs help you with a healing array rather than ask for help?

Chu Wanning, you're delusional!!

Are you that stubborn?

He cursed to himself while he quickly tapped some acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. Then he fetched some hot water and wiped away the bloodstains on Chu Wanning's back . . .

The sharp knife was quenched and cut off the flesh that had completely festered.

For the first time, Chu Wanning groaned in pain, and his body jerking subconsciously. Mo Ran held him down, irritated: "What are you moaning for? Haven't been fucked recently? If you make any more noise, I'll stab you straight in the chest. If you die, it won't hurt anymore! It'll all be over!"

It was only at a time like this that Mo Ran could reveal his violent nature and scream at him like he did in his previous life.

But there were too many places where the wound was white and rotting. He gradually cleaned it while Chu Wanning was muttering and panting.

Even if he was unconscious, he worked hard to suppress his discomfort. He didn't shout or cry out in pain, simply covered in a layer of cold sweat. His body, which had just been wiped clean, was soaked in sweat again.

After working for almost an hour, he had finally applied the medicine and bandaged the wound.

Mo Ran helped Chu Wanning into some clothes and grabbed a thick blanket to cover the fevered shizun. He breathed a sigh of relief. Remembering that Madam Wang mixed medicine was still sealed in the paper bag, he took some boiling water and brewed a bowl of medicine, bringing it to Chu Wanning's bedside.

"Come on, take the medicine."

He picked up the sleeping person with one hand, letting him lean on his shoulder, and spooned the tonic with the other hand. He blew it and tried a sip first.

Mo Ran immediately frowned, his face screwed up: "Damn it, it's that bitter?" But he still let it cool and feed it to Chu Wanning.

Inevitably, after just half a spoonful, Chu Wanning couldn't stand it. He choked and coughed, spitting out the concoction, most of which splashed on Mo Ran's clothes.

Mo Ran: ". . ."

He knew that Chu Wanning didn't like anything bitter. He was almost afraid of it.

But if he was in his normal state of mind, the stubborn Elder Yuheng would definitely push through his disgust, swallowing the medicine in one swig. At most his face might pucker afterwards and he'd secretly eat a piece of candy.

Unfortunately, Chu Wanning was currently unconscious.

Mo Ran couldn't help it. It's not good to lose your temper with someone who's unconscious so you have to be patient and feed him small sips. From time to time, you have to use a handkerchief to wipe the tonic from the corner of his mouth.

This wasn't a difficult chance for Mo Ran. After all, in his previous life, for a while, he regularly had to feed Chu Wanning. At that time, Chu Wanning resisted, and Mo Ran slapped him in the face. Then he'd grab his chin and roughly kiss him, his tongue rushing in, blood flowing . . .

He didn't dare think too deeply about it. The last few spoonfuls Mo Ran fed him were a bit sloppy, almost half of them coughed up by Chu Wanning. Then he put the man to bed, Chu Wanning harshly twisted the covers.

"I'm so kind. Don't kick the blankets off, you'll get a fever. If you're not careful, you'll catch a cold again . . ."

Halfway through his rant, he suddenly lost his temper and kicked the leg of the bed.

"Forget it. What do I care if you catch a cold? I hope you get sicker and sicker and die.""

After speaking, he turned and left.

When he reached the door, he felt a tug in his heart and couldn't ignore it. So he turned back, thought about it, and put out the candle for him. Then he left again.

This time he walked to the edge of Red Lotus Pond. Looking at the increasingly beautiful water lilies that had been dyed with Chu Wanning's blood, the annoyance in his chest only grew.

He was annoyed but still returned to the bedroom.

He stiffly walked around the room like a rusty and ageing mecha before he finally reluctantly stood next to Chu Wanning's bed.

The moonlight peaked in from the half-open bamboo window, the silver glow fanning across Chu Wanning's handsome face.

His lips were pale, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Mo Ran hesitated and closed the window for him. It was very humid overnight. Sleeping with the windows open at night was always bad for a person. After doing this, Mo Ran inwardly cursed:

Just walked through the door and leave, you damned dog!

So, just as he walked to the door, with a bang, Chu Wanning actually kicked the blanket off.

Mo Ran: ". . ."

How could this person's habit of kicking the covers off the bed be changed?

In order not to be a dog, the sixteen-year-old Emperor TaXian had the backbone to ignore it and walk away.

He was true to his word and would never walk through that door!

A few moments later.

-- The wise and powerful emperor opened the window and tumbled in.

He picked the blanket up off the floor and covered Chu Wanning again. Mo Ran listened to Chu Wanning's soft painful groan. He twitched. Watching him curl up in the corner of the bed, no longer looking even half as fierce as he normally did.

His lips were cursing that he "deserved it", but, out of his compassion, he still started moving.

He sat by Chu Wanning's bedside and stood guard. He wouldn't let him kick the blanket off again.

It was late at night. After an exhausting day, Mo Ran couldn't keep his eyes open. His head slowly nodded down and he fell asleep.

It wasn't a good sleep. Chu Wanning kept tossing and turning. In his sleepy state, Mo Ran seemed to have heard him humming lowly.

Through his drowsiness and restful sleep, Mo Ran could barely distinguish between what was day or night. Somehow it had become natural to lie next to Chu Wanning and hold his twitching and trembling figure. He squinted his sleepy eyes, subconsciously stroking his back. He held the person in his arms and muttered softly in his sleep: "It's alright, it's alright. It doesn't hurt . . . It doesn't hurt . . ."

Mo Ran fell asleep, murmuring, as if he had returned to the Life-Death Peak of his previous life, back to the desolate and empty Wushan Hall.

Since Chu Wanning died, no one had slept beside him.

Even if their intimacy was bred out of hatred, those days after days spent in the cold made him think of nothing but his heartache, like ten thousand ants were devouring his heart.

But when he thought about it again, Chu Wanning couldn't come back.

He lost the last flame in his life.

On this night, Mo Ran embraced Chu Wanning, half-asleep and half-dreaming. One moment it was clear that he was living a new life, and in another, it was like it had been way back then.

He suddenly couldn't bear to open his eyes for fear that he would wake up tomorrow to an empty pillow and cold sheets. He was the only one left in a long life in this uncertain world.

He undoubtedly hated Chu Wanning.

However, when he held this person in his arms, the corners of his eyes grew a little moist.

He was the thirty-two-year-old Emperor TaXian, holding the warmth that he thought he would never find again.

"Wanning, it doesn't hurt anymore . . ."

His mind was hazy. Like before he had been reborn, Mo Ran stroked the hair of the person in his arms, muttering softly, unconsciously blurting out such a tender line.

He was so sleepy that he didn't even realize what he had said or what he had called the other. He spoke the words without any thought. They had just slipped out naturally. Mo Ran's breathing evened out and he plunged into an even deeper sleep.

Early the next morning, Chu Wanning's eyelashes fluttered and he leisurely awoke.

He had a strong cultivation base and the high fever that he had gotten overnight was already gone.

Chu Wanning drowsily opened his eyes, his mind still a bit fuzzy. He was about to get up but suddenly realized that someone was lying in the same bed as him.

. . . Mo-Mo Weiyu???

His shock wasn't something trivial. The colour drained from Chu Wanning's face. He couldn't remember what happened last night. What's worse, his movements had woken up Mo Ran.

The young man yawned. With a smooth and delicate face with a healthy blush that was typical of a sound sleep, he raised his confused eyes. He glanced at Chu Wanning lightly, and languidly said: "Ah . . . let me sleep a while longer . . . Since you're awake, go and cook me a bowl of preserved egg and pork congee . . ."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

What was all this nonsense? Was he talking in his sleep?

Mo Ran was still out of it. Seeing that Chu Wanning didn't move, nor did he urge others to get up to cook the congee, he lazily smiled. He stretched out his hand and lowered Chu Wanning’s face, giving him a familiar kiss on the lips.

"It's okay, you don't have to get up. I just had a nightmare. In my dream . . . ah . . . nevermind." He sighed and embraced the man who had become completely lifeless and stiff. His chin rubbed against the hair of the person in his arms. He muttered, "Chu Wanning, let me hold you again."

[sukirichi]

golden days

GOLDEN DAYS ; what it’s like dating Inarizaki’s golden boy

NOTE. kita shinsuke is amazing. he’s perfect. yeah, that’s it. i love him.

[THE FIRST MEETING.]

“I look forward to working with you!” You bow deep as a greeting, hands trembling as they wrap around the test packets. You’ve recently been appointed as the class assistant to help him balance his duties, whatnot being class president and captain of the volleyball team and whatnot. Kita Shinsuke is one of the most impressive students in your school without a doubt, and to be chosen as his assistant, the pressure is quite closing to choking you.

Gosh, you haven’t even ironed your vest down today.

With a grimace, you pat your skirt down in hopes to make yourself more presentable when he hums, silently taking the heavy stack of papers from you.

“I look forward to working with you as well,” his voice is smooth, cool, and gentle like going to a sunny beach on a cold day. It’s both chilling and warming at the same time, and you stare up at him with wide eyes. “Follow me. I’ll help you take this to the faculty room.”

“Oh, y-yes!”

You don’t miss the way he carries more packets compared to your load, but he doesn’t mind. Years of playing volleyball definitely gained him some strength in those muscles. Unable to help it, your lips tug upwards in a smile as you fall into step beside him, feeling weirdly giddy that he doesn’t seem to be that scary, after all. You both keep to yourselves all the way there, a comfortable silence stretching over.

Usually, you prefer noise filling in the gaps to avoid awkward moments, but with Kita, its appreciated, peaceful even. You welcome it wholeheartedly, that warm blossoming feeling erupting all over your chest even as you made it back to your classroom.

You fidget at the doorframe, wondering if you should say thank you or see you at the meeting after class, hands fiddled with one another while your eyebrows pinch together.

What can you say to Kita Shinsuke?

He beats you to it as he passes you by, his hands faintly grazing against the pads of your knuckles as he tries to fit himself through the door with your body blocking his way. “Thank you,” Kita nods politely, “I’ll talk to you later again in the meeting.”

“Y-yeah, sure,” you stammer, ignoring the loud beating of your heart. Could it just be you, or was there a spark of electricity when his skin came into contact with yours?

[THE FIRST STUDY SESSION.]

“Ugh,” you groan before falling onto the book right in front of you. Kita sits next to you, completely unbothered as he keeps studying his notes, his focus as unwavering as him. “Kita, I don’t understand a single thing.”

“Hmm, which part don’t you get?”

Your groan grows louder as you turn your head to the side, about to complain that proverbs just weren’t your thing, only to stop and flush heated. Kita’s leaned closer to you, unbothered by the lack of space or the fact that he’s close enough you could count his lashes, both bottom and top row. His eyes skim over the messy scrawls of your notebook, humming to himself before nodding.

“That one’s easy. I can teach you that,” Kita scoots closer, his pen spinning in his pretty fingers before he sees your quivering lips, cheek bitten inside your mouth. “What’s wrong?”

Of course he doesn’t know!

“Nothing at all!” you sit back up, spine straight and clearing your throat awkwardly. You make sure to keep your gaze averted from his the whole time, nails dug into your skirt as you pray to whoever diving being that he won’t get to hear the pumping of your heart in this proximity. “Oh yeah, I don’t understand this part. You get it though, don’t you?” That’s a rhetorical question – what exactly didn’t Kita know? – you can’t help yourself from asking just to hide your nervousness.

“Yes. It should be easy. Now, take a look at this passage…”

Although it’s your idea to join the volleyball captain the moment you saw him studying by himself in the library, you found to regret it afterwards. You couldn’t focus on a single thing at all, not when his fingers are so slender and pretty as they point to words blurring over the paper, his scent both calming and intoxicating.

You offer mindless nods every now and then, though his words enter one ear and out into the other. Minutes pass – maybe it’s even been an hour – you don’t really know.

Kita closes your books shut with a sigh, a sound he only makes when really tired. You panic and ready yourself to apologize for being such a burden when Kita closes his eyes, his chuckles soft and a little teasing as he shakes his head. “You didn’t understand a single thing, did you?”

Caught red handed.

There’s no point lying now that he’s easily seen through you, and your shoulders deflate, head ducked in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I was just distracted.”

“I know,” although his voice is nonchalant as ever, Kita is hiding a smirk and blushing cheeks behind the palm of his hand. He reaches over to get another book, English this time around; a subject you’re better at than he is, as a silent way of saying now it’s your turn to teach him. “Next time, focus on the lesson instead of staring my face, yeah?”

[THE FIRST HAND HOLDING.]

Life has been so sweet and golden ever since you and Kita started dating.

It’s honestly still so hard to fathom that Kita actually likes you – likes you enough to date you! Steam is pouring out your ears and your lips won’t stop shaking as you fight back a smile, in complete disbelief that Kita is walking right beside you, handsome and sweet as ever as you guys go out on your first date. He’s been the one to ask you out but lets you choose where you want to go anyway, but being the flustered, nervous mess you are, you just blurt that a walk in the park is nice.

You snicker at yourself while the memory replays. Walk in the park? What are you two, dogs?

Just thinking about makes you turn your head to the side, chin planted on your shoulder as you grimace. Kita doesn’t seem too bothered, but then again, he’s always been hard to read.

You gasp a little when Kita suddenly holds your shoulders, blinking rapidly as he switches positions with you. His face is blank, nodding once upon seeing you’re on the other side of the sidewalk now while he’s closer to the road. It’s such a respectful, polite act that isn’t even romantic at all, but you can’t help but smile anyway, giggling to yourself while Kita shoves his hands down his pockets.

“Something funny?”

“Nope,” you say with the ‘p’ popping, “Nothing at all.”

He raises a brow in question, but doesn’t pry further. You’re swinging your arms side to side, perhaps a little too giddy that you’re with him until your hand is rendered motionless. Brows furrowing, your gaze lands on the sudden warmth spreading all over you.

Kita is holding your hand, his thumb gently forming circles over yours.

If you were feeling giddy before, your eyes are pumping heart eyes now. It dawns on you that your hands are shaking and embarrassingly sweaty, soft against his rough ones, and you try to pull away to rub the sweat onto your skirt. Kita doesn’t give you the chance and tugs you closer instead until your forehead knocks onto his shoulder, making the docile guy snicker.

“Something funny?” you taunt this time around, using your other hand to rub at your sore forehead. He’s a lot muscular and firmer than you thought, making you look like a soft marshmallow in comparison. You don’t hate it though – if anything, it just makes you happier.

Kita notices this written all over your face as he smiles, leaning close until he’s looking at you in eye-level. “Nope,” he repeats, “Nothing at all.”

[THE FIRST KISS.]

Your hands are gripping Kita’s jacket so hard you fear you’ll break it. His hands are gentle and tender as they grip your waist, his little sighs into your lips enough to break you. Your eyes are shut tight, warm lips above his moving cautiously as to not weird him out even though he’s the first one that leaned in.

In your nervousness, your knee beside his body slips farther to the side until you’re falling from his grasp. You gasp at the sliding sensation as you pull away from Kita, hands clutching his clothes while you fall.

Kita, fast and careful as ever, simply places a solid hand flat at your back, wasting no time to bring you back into his lips again. This time around, he’s no longer soft, dominant even as he places you firmly above his lap, hands strong and wrapped around your waist.

You moan when Kita slips his tongue in, tasting the strawberry lollipop you were sucking earlier, the sweetness of it earning you a low groan from him as a reward.

At this point, your heart is about to combust. His hands are everywhere, lips and tongue tasting every inch and spot of yours like he’s been dying to have a taste this whole time. Your confidence grows the longer and harder he kisses you, hands moving up to his shoulders then to his jaw, cupping his face to press your lips harder against his.

Kita smiles into the lip-locking, bending his head sideways to kiss you deeper, his large hand now lingering at the back of your head. Faster than you would like, Kita pulls away, his eyes hazy with something unreadable – something different than what you usually see from him.

His lips are red and moist, and you breathe harder at the thought that your usual composed boyfriend is tethering at the edges because of you.

It makes you wonder just what else you could do to fluster him and bring out more different sides of him, but as always, Kita is one step ahead of you, your recent thoughts an old and never-ending plan of his.

“I love you,” he blurts out, rendering you speechless one more time. When you groan in embarrassment and hide your face in his chest, Kita laughs, the sound a heart warming one as if he isn’t enjoying how fun it is to tease you. Nevertheless, he only tightens his hold around you, pushing you over the edge again and prompting your heart to do unhealthy back flips the moment he kisses the top of your head. “I love you.”

[harrysgoldenline]

When In Italy Part 4

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You stood frozen as he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes soft as he met yours, waking towards you.

“Get away from me.” you whisper, attempting to push past him and get into the elevator, pressing the door closed button before even pressing a floor, not wanting him to get any closer.

“Y/N, wait!” he rushed, sticking his hand between the doors and stopping it, his tall frame standing before you that you quickly push past, going back to lock yourself in your apartment, and lock him out, “Please, let me explai-“

“No!” you stopped, voice firm as you turned to face him, “you can’t keep doing this! you can’t keep showing up like this! So just leave me alone.”

You kept walking, ignoring his pleas as he came after you, successfully unlocking your apartment door rapidly, but you catch a glimpse of rings as he hand stops the door.

“Please.” He whispered, not pushing the door open and you saw a flicker of his eyes and you could almost see the sincerity in them, “I know I don’t deserve it, I really don’t, but I would just love to talk to you for real this time, anything you want to know.”

“and you’re not gonna be an asshole this time?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe, peaking at him, “because if you are, I swear to god Styles I will give you 5 seconds to get the fuck out.”

“Promise.” He nodded and your heart believed him, so you opened the door.

You watched as he shoved his hands deep in his pockets, slowly entering your apartment and you didn’t miss how his eyes scanned you quickly, before bouncing around the apartment, looking around the space he used to be so familiar with.

You watched how he headed to the couch about to sit but stutter stepped a bit, scratching the back of his neck and looking at you, almost asking you if it’s okay if he sits down.

You gave him a soft smile and nod, tucking a loose hair behind your ear and sitting on one side of the couch, thankful he sat on the other, giving you each plenty of space as your eyes met. The tension was slowly rising, looking at each other as you sat, wondering who was going to break the silence.

“I never meant for anything to happen.” he whispered, his head falling as a shameful look covered his face, avoiding your eyes, “After the breakup… I- I was just lost. I was messing up at work and I just was doing shit. Then, it was like only like a month ago, I was getting drunk all the time and she just came into my trailer and we were talking and then she kissed me.”

You just nodded, biting your bottom lip and picking at your nails, peaking up and looking at him, your glossy eyes meeting his bloodshot ones, not really having anything to say in response.

“And I just…” he started, “I wanted to feel better, feel anything. So, we just started hanging out more and I just really wanted to feel something, feel a connection. So we took a trip to Italy because… It’s always been a place that made me feel better and then…”

“Yeah.” you chuckled, “and then… Why did you bring her to our house? I know we haven’t talked about that kind of stuff, but it’s mine too Harry and… just seeing you two there? I never felt more replaceable than I did when I saw you two.”

“Oh love, no.” He whispered, scooting closer to you, a hand coming up to cup your face to help your eyes meet, but he retracted it back before he made contact with your skin, “I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry and I will never be able to prove to you, but that was never my intention to ever hurt you. The breakup was a mistake.”

“I… How am I supposed to believe that?” you squeaked, voice cracking as the barrier breaks, tears falling on your cheeks as you looked up at him, “We we’re together for years and you just- I mean fuck Harry! I haven’t even thought about even starting to flirt with someone and you’re…”

“We’ve never had sex,” He quietly added cheeks turning a bit red, “or done anything like that. At all, I just… couldn’t.”

Your eyes widen a bit at the confession, watching as he looked at his hands, a slight twinge of embarrassment on his features.

“Oh.” you whispered, “I know I shouldn’t be mad, we… we aren’t together and you have have the right to do whatever you want but it’s just… hard. Especially when I wasn’t expecting it. I went to Italy to try and get away, everything in the city makes me think of you, I don’t know why I thought staying at the house would be any better but, I just wanted to get away.”

“Sorry I ruined your trip.”

“Sorry I ruined your hookups.”

He let out a laugh, the smile staying a bit longer when he noticed you had subconsciously scooted a bit closer to him.

“It’s not like I ever really wanted to… Even little Harry only wants you.” he flirted and an instant, loud laugh leaves your lips, leaning forward and your brace yourself on his shoulder, a simple thing you had done over the years countless times, but still made his heart skip a beat.

“Oh my god,” you said between breathless laughs, your bodies now less then a foot apart as you smiled up at him, “please do not call it little Harry!”

“What do you prefer?” He smirked, “rather I call it bi-“

“What the fuck?” a voice spoke suddenly, both of your red eyes going to your front door and seeing your best friend standing their, her eyes wide in a mix of confusion and anger. Your hand retracted from his body quickly, your best friend looking at you with soft eyes, her eyes darting over to Harry’s and you see the fiery anger behind them, “Y/N, please tell me he was getting whatever shit he left behind and is leaving.”

“We were just talking.” You started, glancing over at Harry, seeing a bit of fear behind his eyes and your lips quirked up in a smile that quickly faded seeing the anger in y/bff/n eyes.

“What do you want to talk to him about? How he broke your heart again?” She asked, confusion and concern laced in her voice, “I’m sorry, y/n, I just… I can’t watch you go through all of it all over again and again.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly stood up beside you giving you a quick nod as he glanced over at y/bff/n the back at you, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just showed up. It was so good to see you, y/n, I’ll get out of your way.”

“Harry, wait!” you stood up, hating the softening in your voice, “I want to talk more… are you staying or do you have to go back to L.A?”

“I’ll be here as long as you need me. And if you want me gone, I’ll book my flight. Okay? It’s up to you, whatever you want.”

“Okay… Can I call you later?”

“You can call me anytime, I’ll pick up.”

***

Y/bff/n definitely wasn’t thrilled with you.

“I just feel like this is a bad idea, y/n!” She had exclaimed once Harry had left your apartment, “He’s gonna hurt you again! What could he possibly want?”

“I dont know, I just… I dont know.” You sighed, sitting across from her on your couch just like you did with him, “I love him and I don’t know what’s going to happen but I don’t want to end up hating him.”

She nodded, looking at you as your eyes glazed over again, “Hey, okay, I’m sorry. I just don’t want you upset. Do you still wanna go try this new place or just hang out here? Let’s get your mind off of everything, you need a break, yeah? Especially if you’re going to talk to him later.”

“Do you think I should?"

“If that’s what you think, I think you should. You know him.” She nods, “but I swear to god if he makes you cry again he’ll have to deal with me.”

So now, here you were, waiting on him to come back to finish your talk from earlier. It was helpful hanging out with y/bff/n, listening to her advice as she gave you a bit of the reality check that you needed, making sure he won’t sweep you off your feet with his familiar charm.

Your heart rate never fully calmed down as you waited for him to come back to your apartment after y/bff/n dropped you back off after your afternoon together and you were glad for the few hours of a distraction, but now your mind was fully occupied with him once again as you sat on your couch.

The knock on your door caused you to jump, hoping up and checking your appearance in your hall mirror before swinging open the door, seeing Harry standing their with a bouquet of flowers, a small smile on his face.

“Got these for you,” he began, “shoulda showed up with them when I kinda crashed into you earlier… but I was so nervous I didn’t think about it, honestly.”

“Thank you.” You softly replied, eyeing up at him and taking them from his grip, letting out a shaky breath as you welcome him in and turn on your heel, going to your kitchen to place them into a vase quickly before going back to him, seeing him in the same spot you two were sitting in earlier.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry again… and thank you for letting me come back and talk to you at all, really don’t deserve your time, but I’m thankful for it.” He began, eyes glued onto yours as he scooted closer to you when you sat down, his fingers tentatively trailing on your arm before laying his hand on your own, “I… I want you back, y/n. I want to be with you, I never stopped wanting just you.”

“Harry, I… I don’t know what to say.” You started, “I just… there’s so much still up in the air and it’s all happening so fast. Are you still with Olivia?”

“No, of course not.” He instantly answered, “we were never anything real, I left Italy when I went to the house and you were gone. I came back here and I just… I would sit outside your building in my car and just try and get the nerve to walk in to talk to you, but I was so scared of you telling me to leave again.” Harry started deep into your eyes as he continued, his own welling up with tears, “I love you so much and I was such an idiot and fuck baby… I’ll do anything to prove it you.”

Now, you two were just inches apart, his hand cupping your cheek as you leaned into it, eyes glued onto his eyes as both of your gazes were glassy, sets of eyes wandering down to one another’s lips. Your eyes fluttered up and looked at him, his nose nudging into yours, seeming to test the boundary and you simply nodded, causing him to connect your lips in an instant.

Your lips met softly, gaining speed as the passion overflowed you both as the familiar move came back easier than either of you could have imagined. You both moaned into one another’s mouths, his tongue quickly sliding past your lips as your crawled onto his lap, fingers gripping the soft material of his shirt.

Things escalated quickly as he carried you into your bedroom, body hovering over yours as his body pressed against yours, the articles of clothing disappearing piece by piece, lips never separating a second longer than they had to you as you refamilarized yourselves with one another.

His fingers dug their way into your waist as he kissed you harder, singular pieces of thin material being the only things separating you and as Harrys fingers slipped down, pulling back and looking up at you for permission, your breath caught in your throat, reality hitting you like a wave.

“I can’t do this.” You whispered, fingers removing themselves from his hair as you covered your face, voice wavering as tears welled up in your eyes once again, “I-it’s all too much, too fast- I-I, I don’t think I can do this, Harry- I can’t.”

“Fuck, it’s okay.” He whispered, crawling off from on top of you, scrambling to pick his t shirt off the floor and handing to you, quickly covering your body with it, “Fuck, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

You nodded quickly, knees tucking into your chest as you let out soft cries, flinching as his arm came around you, going to comfort you with the soft stroke of his arm and retracted it quickly after seeing your reaction.

“I-I… I just keep seeing you and her in my head.” You whispered, “…I don’t know if I can do this.”

[little-diable]

Breaking the law - Draco Malfoy (smut)

Request by anon: will u write draco ✨spice✨ w prompt 13, 17, 25, 26, 27 he has a innocent girl kink

Hi lovie, sorry for the wait. This is probably one of my favorite Draco smuts I’ve ever written. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: breaking laws isn’t part of the readers nature, but a lazy mistake lets her tumble into Malfoy’s arms late at night, having to protect her from Umbridges rules. 

Warning: this is filthy, spanking, unprotected sex, good girl kink 

(Credit to gif owner) 

“Well what do we have here?”, Draco’s voice echoed through the hallway, making (y/n) freeze, books pressed against her chest, (y/e/c) eyes closed, mumbling a small “oh no”. Draco stepped closer to her, by now he could smell her sweet perfume, the scent, that would engulf him late at night as his mind would begin to wander. 

“Isn’t it past your curfew love?”, she wouldn’t turn towards him, too scared to be dragged into Umbridges office, she had never broken a rule before, she was the definition of a good girl, in any way.

“I’m sorry”, her breath hitched in her chest, trembling hands tightly holding onto her books, she could feel him near, his front was just about to touch her back. “Malfoy”, Umbridges voice made both of them exhale, he grasped her hand, interlacing his fingers with her, “let me do the talking, will you?”. Her mind was racing, focused on his soft hands, how he calmly traced her skin with his thumb, squeezing her hand, reassuring her that he’d cover for her.

Draco smiled at Umbridge, the lady was completely dressed in pink, just as usual, staring at the couple with a quirked eyebrow, arms crossed in front of her chest, “shouldn’t you be in bed, (y/l/n)?”. 

(Y/n) visibly gulped, cursing herself for being that stupid, she had been hiding away in the library, exploring another fictional world she wished to be a part of, forgetting all about the curfew and the pink devil. She didn’t truly hear what Draco was telling Umbridge, too distracted by his calm aura and the way he kept holding onto her.

“Well, if you say so, off you go”, the woman shook her head, clicking her tongue as she turned away from them, not noticing the sly smirk that tugged on Dracos lips. “How-what?”, (y/n) stuttered, following him down the hallway, he tilted his head from left to right before he pushed her against the wall. 

A gasp spilled from her lips, she was sure that he could hear her heart rapidly beating, biting her lip, eyes following his, “don’t worry love, I’ll never stop breaking the law for you”, he pressed a kiss to the spot underneath her ear.

She had always wondered what it would feel like to be that close to him, to the prince of Slytherin, to the boy she would dream about at night. Draco ran his thumb across her lower lip, eyes finding hers, slowly he moved his head closer, lips almost touching, she could feel his hot breath on her skin, letting go of her books as he kissed her. Their lips moved in synch, hands grasping each other's sides, getting lost in each other's taste, finally.

“Come on”, Draco didn’t want to ever stop kissing her, to explore her body like he had wanted to do so for ages, he pulled her towards his bedroom, hiding her away from the other students. The moment they stepped into his room he reattached his lips to hers, hand wandering underneath her sweater, fingertips dancing across her soft skin. “Draco”, she mumbled his name, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt, pressing her thighs together, trying to forget about her pulsing clit.

His deep chuckle rumbled through him, hand tangled in her (y/h/c) hair, twirling around some loose strands between his fingers. Draco kissed his way down her throat, his trousers were getting tighter and tighter, pressing his bulge against her middle, obsessed with the sound of her moans. With trembling hands she unbuttoned his shirt, eyes set on his chest, god he was beautiful. Her hungry gaze made his length twitch, growling as he tugged her sweater over her head, blouse following shortly after.

(Y/n)s boobs were hidden away by the lacy material of her bra, he ran his thumb across it, squeezing her nipples, desperate for more. Her emotions were all over the place, she had done this before with boys, that didn’t really bother her much, an experience she wanted to get over and done with, but with Draco it was different, completely different. She wanted him to explore her body, to touch her where she’d touch herself to the thought of him, to wreck her, destroying her for anybody else she’d ever be with.

“Onto your knees, be a good girl for me”, his raspy voice shot shivers up her spine, dropping onto her knees, following his every command. She couldn’t take her eyes off his entrancing ones, unzipping his trousers, biting her lip as her eyes fell upon his hard length, tongue licking from his base to the tip, picking up the drops of precum, moaning from the taste.

Draco had always been mesmerized by her, her innocent nature brought the most sinful thoughts upon him, eyes perfectly harmonizing with the colour of her house, (y/h/c) hair rounding up her features.

Moan after moan rumbled through him, praying that she wouldn’t stop anytime soon, obsessed with the way she twirled her tongue, cheeks hallowed, swallowing him as he reached the back of her throat. But eventually he pulled out of her mouth, pulling her onto her feet, pushing her down on his bed, oh he’d have his fun with her. 

“You’ve been a bad girl, haven't you?”, she stared at him with wide eyes, wondering what he was talking about, “sneaking around the castle, after the curfew, I think that calls for a punishment”, he ran his hand up to her features, cupping her flushed cheek, his cold ring pressed against her skin, bright eyes teasing her.

He quickly grasped her sides and flipped her onto her front, ass high in the air, short skirt exposing her skin. Draco couldn’t wait to burn his handprint into her skin, marking her for the next few days, reminding her of the things he was about to do. 

“Such a bad girl, going against the rules”, he mumbled, hand pressed against her behind, kneading her skin, her heart was racing, hands holding onto the pillow she had her face pressed into, deeply exhaling. Draco slapped his palm against her skin, spanking her with all his strength, not going easy on her.

Her first instinct was to move away from him, a cry rumbled through her, lips parted, “don’t move, I won’t hesitate with taking it up to 20”, the words made her gulp, trying to calm herself down. Draco gave it a few seconds till he started once again, snapping his palm against her behind, skin bruised as he finished after 10 more slaps. 

Tears stained his pillow, glistering on her cheek as he pulled her off the fabric, behind pushed against his naked chest. He pressed a few kisses to the back of her neck, arm sneaking around her waist, hand moving between her thighs, teasing the soaked through fabric of her panties.

“Relax”, he murmured, Draco unclasped her bra, cupping her boobs from behind, eyes staring down on her, “so gorgeous”. Her head fell against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, hands grasping his forearms, “Draco”, she moaned his name, “more”, (y/n) panted. 

He gave her some space to fall against the mattress, back pressed against the soft material, eyes watching him tug down her skirt and panties in one move. Her walls were dripping, aching for his touch, he dipped his head down, pressing a kiss to her pulsing clit, fingers teasing her entrance.

Draco pushed two fingers into her heat, she arched her back, hands finding his silvery hair, tugging on the roots, desperately holding onto him. The prince of Slytherin knew exactly where to touch her, where to kiss and lick, hot breath crashing against her skin, goosebumps began to appear, making a smirk tug on his lips. 

He moved up her body, hovering above her, lips meeting hers, he grasped his length, coating his tip with her arousal before he pushed into her, spreading her walls around his length.

(Y/n) had to squeeze her eyes shut, he was bigger than anybody she had ever been with, nails clawing into his skin, trying to drown out the feeling of her burning walls. Draco gave her a few moments to adjust, stroking some strands of her hair out of her face, admiring every inch of her features. 

Slowly he pulled out of her, pushing all in once again, repeating the motion till a few moans spilled out of her, telling him that he could begin to build up his pace. ”Such a good girl for me”, the words made her smile. 

It seemed as if she had forgotten that they were still in Hogwarts, surrounded by other chambers, loud moans rumbled through her, squealing his name as he teased all the right spots. “Are you that needy? Don’t you care about them hearing you scream my name?”, Draco growled, high on her taste, on her scent and the way she clenched her walls around his member. She shook her head, eyes finding his, Draco placed his hand over her mouth, toning down the volume of her sounds, smirking as her hot breath crashed against his palm.

A few spots appeared in her vision, she wouldn’t last much longer, after months of admiring him, praying that he’d touch her like that almost every night, it was too much, her emotions were getting the best of her. Draco could tell that she would tumble over the edge any moment now, he pressed his thumb against her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, eyes not leaving hers once. “Let go love”, he panted, lips finding her hard nipples, slightly biting her skin.

Her walls fluttered around him, she moaned his name, orgasm crashing upon her, losing all control over her body, thrashing around underneath him. Draco's length began to twitch, he pulled out of her, panting her name as he pumped his length, releasing himself onto her skin, cum painting her lower belly white. “Fuck”, his eyes fluttered close, pressing his head against her chest, she combed her hand through his hair, smiling at him. 

Maybe breaking the law had its perks.

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

An Embarrassing Secret

Word count: 2150

I feel like some of these are sort of repetitive, but maybe that's because I've had to reread them to proofread so many times? In any case, you all seem to enjoy them! I hope you like this one as well.

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“Ah! Y/N! Just the person I wanted to see!”

Loki flopped down on the couch beside you, jerking you from your thoughts as the couch cushion bounced under his weight. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned your gaze from the television to the Asgardian beside you, only inches of space between your leg and his.

“Me? What do you need from me? Trying to prank your brother again?” you snickered.

“Not this time, no. I just thought I should come find you and let you know about something interesting I learned this morning,” he replied, an impish lilt to his voice.

“Is this something I would find interesting? Or just you? Because the way you said that, I feel like I probably won’t find it nearly as interesting.”

“Oh, I believe you’ll find it very interesting,” he assured, a smirk tugging at his lips. Something about the way his gaze was fixated on you was unsettling. You paused the TV and turned your full attention to the god.

“What is it, then?” you questioned hesitantly.

“I learned quite an interesting secret about you earlier today.” There went your heart again, skipping another beat.

“You… did?”

“Oh, yes.” His smirk grew wider.

Your mind was racing. What on earth could he be talking about? Did he figure out you had a crush on him? What if that was the secret?? Was he disgusted by it? Did he reciprocate??

“That is interesting,” you noted, trying to keep your voice even to prevent him from seeing your anxiousness. “And… what was that, exactly?”

“Well…” he began, pulling out his cell phone from his pocket, “… this morning I happened to be perusing the library, trying to select a new novel to read. While I was wandering between shelves, I happened to notice something of yours sitting out unattended.”

You thought hard, trying to recall what it was you had been doing in the library. Had you even gone to the library this morning? You couldn’t even remember what you had for breakfast. Then again, it was difficult to concentrate with those blue-green eyes gleaming in front of you…

“And what was that Loki?”

“Your laptop.” Loki was now typing something into his phone, holding it in a way that you couldn’t see the screen.

“My laptop?” You rarely brought your laptop to the library with you, as you were typically reading books and had no need for electronics. You wracked your brain trying to remember when the last time you had even brought it with you to the library, looking away from the trickster so you could think straight.

Then you remembered. You’d brought it with you last night, hoping to get some peace and quiet away from the others, who were causing quite a ruckus in the common area playing one of Peter’s video games. You could still hear them through your bedroom door, so you packed up your laptop and brought it to the library with you to continue writing.

Writing. Oh. Oh no. No no no.

Your heart dropped into your stomach the moment you realized where this was going. Still, he hadn’t mentioned anything specific about what he’d seen yet, so you made every effort to keep a straight face. You weren’t about to give away a bigger secret if he had only learned something minorly embarrassing.

“At first, I was uncertain to whom the device belonged, and as it was already left open on the table, I decided to see if I could determine the owner so I could return it to them,” he continued, “and I found the screen to be unlocked when I turned the machine back on.”

Yep. You knew exactly where this was going now.

“You act like you were trying to do a good deed or something, but you were obviously just snooping around my stuff, weren’t you?” you muttered, trying to throw him off with your annoyance.

“Shh - I wasn’t finished with my recounting of the story yet,” he scolded facetiously. He had finally finished tapping buttons on his phone and was now scrolling through something on the screen. “When the screen unlocked, I saw quite a fascinating narrative typed out on the screen. Truly a masterpiece, really.”

“Y-you read it?” you squeaked, hiding your face in your hands.

“Oh, I did more than that darling. I also scrolled through and reviewed the rest of your little webpage.”

Your face was burning red hot against your palms now. If you could have just melted into the couch and disappeared, you wouldn’t have hesitated to do so. You felt your heart pounding in your chest with nervousness and embarrassment at the whole situation.

“Shall I read some aloud for you?” he asked.

“Nooooo Loki,” you moaned, your voice muffled by your hands. You lifted your feet up onto the couch, wrapping your arms around your knees and hiding your face behind them, trying to become as small as possible.

“Ah, here is a good part: ‘The dark-haired god suddenly tackled you to the floor, pinning your arms down at your sides under his knees as he dug his long, slender fingers into your sides.’” You pulled your knees even closer to your chest. If the floor could swallow you whole now, that would be fantastic. “Darling, you’re not paying attention.” A poke to your side caused you to jolt one arm down away from your face to protect the sensitive skin. You stole a quick glance at the god, your eyes wide.

“D-don’t!” you exclaimed.

“Isn’t this what you want?” he asked, prodding your side a few more times, causing you to jerk away each time he made contact with your thin T-shirt. “Let’s see… ah! Another great line: ‘He drilled his thumb into the front of your lowermost ribs, digging his fingers into the sides of your ribcage simultaneously. You supposed you should have known that someone with his mischievous title would be good at tickling, but the way his fingertips sought out every single one of your weak spots was causing you to slowly slip into madness.’”

You started getting up off the couch to try to make a quick exit then, hoping to hide in your room for the rest of eternity. Loki caught on before you got very far, though, and grabbed hold of your wrist to prevent you from leaving.

“Let go!” you begged, refusing to look at him as you pulled your arm hopelessly to try to escape his grasp. He tugged you closer, quickly wrapping both arms around you and tackling you to the floor. A thrill ran through your chest as you found yourself staring up at the god of mischief, your wrists pinned to the floor at your sides in his hands.

“Seem familiar?” he asked, smirking. He leaned off to the side, looking at his phone screen beside you on the floor. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes, I remember.” Loki’s fingers connected with your sides, scribbling and kneading in the best worst way. You shook your head rapidly, still too embarrassed by the whole situation to allow him to hear you laugh. “Your narrative appears to be inaccurate – according to this, you should have ‘giggles bubbling from your mouth’ but I hear nothing.”

“Loki! S-stop teasing!” you pleaded, covering your face with your hands once again now that your wrists were freed from his grasp.

“I’m simply pointing out there are some inconsistencies in your writing, y/n.” He moved his fingers to your belly, scratching maddeningly gently at the bare skin where your shirt had ridden up from squirming. You couldn’t hold back the giggles anymore, but you did manage to keep one hand pressed over your mouth to muffle your voice as you brought your other arm down to protect your torso.

A small part of you, buried deep underneath the raging embarrassment you still felt, was loving every second of this playful side of Loki. Clearly you had fantasized about this before, as evidenced by your writing. You just hadn’t anticipated he would actually find your fics, much less read them and use them against you.

“Let’s continue, shall we?” he goaded, interrupting your thoughts. He picked up his phone in one hand while continuing to dig into your belly with the other to keep you squirming while he thumbed through more of your posts. “Here’s another excellent excerpt: ‘he moved to flutter his fingers against the delicate skin behind your knee, squeezing just above your kneecap simultaneously with the other hand, making you snort.’ I would very much like to hear that, I think.” He moved down to mimic his fictitious self in your writing, making you laugh out loud and kick your leg frantically. “Y/n, I’m not hearing any snorting. So many discrepancies; I have to wonder if you’ve ever been properly tickled in the same way as your fictional likeness.”

“Stohohop… stop making fuhuhun of my writing!” you demanded, although it wasn’t very intimidating laced with your laughter.

“Oh, I don’t jest, dear – I’m merely pointing out facts. Maybe this will make you snort.” He reached down and grabbed your ankle in one hand, lightly tracing the sole of your socked foot with one finger. You, indeed, did snort. “Aha! Maybe you should have requested assistance before posting these inaccuracies.”

“LEAVE MY FEET ALOHOHONE!” you shrieked, yanking your leg to escape his grasp. He responded by simply tightening his grip, dragging four fingers up and down your foot, making sure to note which spots made you jerk. He settled on scratching gently just below the ball of your foot, laughing himself as you rolled side to side trying desperately (and ineffectively) to evade his fingers.

“You realize, darling, you’ve essentially written a map to every ticklish spot on your body. I know exactly how to exploit your unfortunate weakness.” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off by unexpectedly switching to digging his fingertips between your ribs. The suddenness of his movement made you squeal, batting weakly at his hands. “It’s adorable, really, how you are pretending to fight me, when we both know this is exactly what you want.”

“SHH! Shuhuhut up Loki!” you countered. He put a hand to his chest in mock offense.

“You wound me, darling,” he teased, smirking. “What did that one quote state? Ah, that’s right! Your ‘death spot’ as you’ve titled it?”

“Wait! Nohoho I’m sohohohorry!!” you panicked, planting your feet on the floor, and trying to scoot away from your assailant.

“I don’t think you are, actually.” His fingers were inching vexingly closer to your ‘death spot’ as he’d pointed out. He found humor in the fact that your laughter slowly began pitching up in octave the closer he got. “I’m pleased that you’ve written this down for me to find, y/n. I don’t believe I’d have found it otherwise – as I understand, it is not a conventional place to be so unbearably ticklish.”

“No! No no! Plehehease Loki!” you pleaded, albeit halfheartedly.

“Hmm… alright then,” he conceded, moving back down to tickle your right side, moving his other hand to scribble on the right side of your belly. It had exactly the effect he was hoping for, causing you to jolt and roll hard toward his hands. Quickly, he grabbed your left side and pushed you all the way over onto your stomach, pinning your hands down to the floor with his knees. “On second thought, I think I’m going to do it.”

“NoOAHAHAH!” you practically screamed in laughter as his fingers made contact with your back, just below your shoulder blades. Seemingly encouraged by your reaction, he applied more pressure, gently kneading between the backs of your ribs. Your nerves were on fire with ticklish electricity, and you tugged desperately to try to free your hands. It wasn’t long before your laughter became silent, your shoulders shaking as you laid there and just accepted your fate.

It seemed Loki had noticed the sudden silence, and he removed his torturous fingers from your back, releasing your hands so you could roll back over. You curled up on your side, knees close to your chest and arms wrapped around your torso rubbing the residual tingles off your sides. He hovered over you, leaning close to whisper in your ear.

“You know, darling – if you wanted me to tickle you, you simply had to ask. I find it quite adorable.”

“Oh my god, Loki…” you groaned, covering your face with your hands once again. A single finger scratched under your arm, making you pull your arms back down. “Stahahap!! Can’t you see I’m embarrassed??”

“Mm, I can see that. But was it worth it?” he asked teasingly, planting a kiss on your cheek. The flames ignited by his lips spread across your face, up to the tips of your ears.

You supposed that, just maybe, it was worth it.

Part 2: A Difficult Question