#plus there's no way they could get away with bumping him off. immediately get caught red-handed and sentenced to death

[daisywords]

finally realizing why it's so common for villains to also be amazing fighterguys at a statistically unlikely level, in addition to whatever else they have going on......I did not do that and now at a certain point it's like...yeah that person is evil and very clever but at the end of the day it's just a person...you could just kill them. and you wouldn't even have to try very hard....

[sashi-ya]

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THE PRICE OF YOUR FREEDOM 💦 TRAFALGAR LAW X GN! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 28: SHIBARI

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Trafalgar Law for day 28 shibari? With gender neutral reader or fem reader it's fine. Can Law be the one who tied up instead the reader? ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. law is tied up. jerking off. exchanging "sex" for freedom. dominant gn! reader. maybe sex slave Law. 🐙 wc: 1,1k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

With cords around his wrists, the intruder hangs on a room that lacks light. Humid, even smelly. The walls reminds him of a dungeon, and, in fact, he is not wrong.

“They told me you were trying to sneak into my island, pirate” you spit, opening the doors that blind the intruder with a sudden burst of light coming through.

“Fuck you, bitch” he grunts. A man so handsome, covered in tattoos. His muscles are noticeable, he is lean, and his skin has a caramel tint. Oh, what an interesting prey your subordinates just caught.

“That is not the proper way to refer to me, sweet boy…” you giggle, coming closer to his body. Those tight jeans around long, long legs are delicious to look at. But the protruding hipbones are more. Your index reaches for his stomach; with abs spasming to your touch, he lets you know he is more than sensitive to it… oh, are you getting hard just by my simple touch?

“What are these tattoos, pirate? What do they mean?” you ask, coming even closer to his body. Your index still tracing up and around the curls of black ink, bumping with cords that also garnish his thorax.

He looks to the side, a golden hoop on his ear reflects the warm light of torches outside… he isn’t disclosing any good information.

“Ah… come on! Tell me something! I just wanna get to know you, I don’t really plan on hurting you… plus, I know your name… aren’t you…” you laugh, coming closer to his ear as you get on tippy toes and your palms rest on his chest. ���…Trafalgar Law? Cooperate with me, come on… I know you are strong” you continue.

He immediately looks at you; he burns holes into your eyes with a glacial look that could freeze you up. An everlasting frown, sweet dark circles…

“What do you want?” he asks, this time serious and more annoyed than before.

You walk away, just a little, with your index closer to your lips and your eyes wondering the ceiling as you act like you are thinking about something.

“Mhh… I am not exactly sure, cause you know… I was just minding my own business when you appeared on the coast of my island… to be fair, you should be the one telling me…also, you looked pretty beaten up” you smirk, showing him something he hasn’t probably noticed yet; gauze patching up here and there, bruises all over, and dry blood that hasn’t been cleaned up properly yet.

Law knows, exactly, what had happened to him. Thing is, he won’t tell you. However, he is willing to negotiate; he is aware the cords aren’t simply cords and that they are, indeed, made of thousands of thin kairoseki filaments.

“Tell me, what do you want? I am willing to negotiate my freedom” he mutters; Law wants to be out of this situation as fast as possible. You smirk and then bite your lower lip; lust takes over, your body getting warmer, your skin bumpier.

“Well, I think you are delicious… what do you have for me? What is the cost of your freedom, Trafalgar Law?”

“Heh, are you that desperate you need to force men?” he asks -insults- you.

This time you scoff; a big smile that’s closer to a demon’s scares him a little bit. You come closer; you don’t walk, you seem to crawl like a venomous snake… with a swift motion, your hand lands on his hardness. A bulge that’s been getting more and more noticeable the more you spoke.

“Are you sure I am the desperate one? What’s with this, mh? Aren’t you a little bit too hard?” you ask into his ear, biting his earlobe right after.

Law gasps a little; probably he wasn’t ready for that sudden touch… but he wants more…

You pull from a cord that hangs behind him, lifting his whole body over the ground. Just a little, enough for his feet to barely graze the floor with the tip of his boots. The cords properly tied around his body carve into his flesh, causing Law to grimace in pain if any part would touch a bruise.

“Does it hurt, Law-san?” you inquire, sliding your index in between a cord and his skin at his ribs level.

“You want my body? Take it” he huffs, squirming when your hand reaches for his stomach from behind.

You smile; you were never using his body if he wasn’t expressly asking for it… With a bite on his side, and a hand sliding up his chest getting underneath the cords on his pecs, you give him what he had been asking for.

His jeans were easy to take off; those slid down and got tangled around his ankles. Boxer briefs of slightly funny heart patterns, show staining from precum sprouting and his sex, that throbs, awaits for your silky hands…

“You want my hands around your sex, Law-san?” you ask, kissing his neck with soft, butterfly pecks.

“That’s the price of my freedom?” he asks, slightly moving his hips back and forth.

“That’s something that is up to you to decide…” you giggle, sliding your hand into his underwear. Hot to the touch, wet and hard is how it feels… pulsating sex in between your hand, that has a little surprise right at the tip; a cold metallic ring.

As you begin to pump, pleased with the soft whimpering coming out of his mouth, his body moves with your jerking off delight; hanging from the ceiling, trembling, moving and with each move carving those debilitating ropes more and more into his caramel skin… ah, delicious!

Law’s boxer briefs also fall, and he wishes his whole body would also fall… his wrists, become redder and painful, the more he squirms to your touch.

You play with your palm on top of his tip, moving the little piercing, getting his gland more and more aroused. It’s so good to see this strong Yonko willing to fuck your hand, as he pays for his “freedom”.

So close, so close… so close until it bursts with grunts and not so manly whimpers… and you leave him there, dripping cum on the floor and into his pants.

“I’ll be back soon, Law-chan” “Free me, (Name)-ya!” “ah... you know my name? then I am sure you don’t want me to do it, right? A simple orgasm is not the price of your freedom… Trafalgar D. Water Law ~”

[thisisntablogspost]

Say You’re Mine - Miniseries

READ PART ONE HERE

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warning: MDNI! This miniseries contains triggers that may cause a negative effect to the consumer. This includes cheating, forced proximity, toxic dom/sub dynamics, unhealthy relationships, alcohol, coercion, manipulation, unprotected piv (don’t do this). The reader is consenting and allows these things to happen to them.

Authors note: Thank you so much for the positive feedback! I hope you enjoy part two as much as I did writing it! If this isn’t something you don’t want to read please avoid and I’ll catch you on the next one! If I missed any other triggers please dm me so I can add them. I want you all to be safe when reading my fanfics. Your mental health matters. 🖤

Part Two.

It’s only been a week since you last saw Noah. You’ve been on edge ever since your last “endeavor” with him. Ryan hasn’t noticed anything different, of course he hasn’t. You feel bad that you allowed Noah to manipulate you so easily. It’s what he does best.

A group chat message is sent out about a get together today around noon. Your stomach drops when you see that Ryan replied that you two would be attending.

“I don’t want to go, Ryan” you say immediately when he walks out of the bathroom. He looks at you with a confused expression on his face.

“Why? You had fun last week at the Halloween party, right? I was bummed I couldn’t go” he sighed, sitting down on the couch as you stood in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of you.

You look up to meet his gaze, you offer a smile.

“I did…but it wasn’t the same without you.” You grab the spatula mixing the eggs together, making sure they cook through completely. The buzzer on the toaster goes off signaling the toast is done. He watches you gather everything together for you both, he comes to the table and helps you set up the table.

“Come on, y/n. It’ll be fun. Besides, your plus one will be with you. Please, baby” he gives you that damn pouty lip and puppy dog eyes. You laugh. You step up on your toes to give him a kiss. His green eyes staring into yours with so much love. It made you queasy that you messed around with Noah. The guilt is eating you up inside, yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth of what happened.

“You’re annoying, haha, okay fine. We can go.” He fist bumps the air, you laugh again as you bring over the rest of the dishes for breakfast. He lets you set down everything and wraps his arms around you, bringing you into a passionate kiss.

—

You and Ryan arrived at the house. Ryan shuts off the car, taking out the keys, and gets out making his way to your side to open the door. You thank him, your heart is pounding, your palms are sweaty. You truly don’t want to be here. You don’t want to be put in the same situation again. You don’t want that temptation to be presented to you. Ryan walks in front of you to knock on the door, jolly answers with a hello and smile. Jolly steps aside to let you and Ryan in. Your eyes darted around the room to look for Noah. You’re taken away from your thoughts. You smile, hugging jolly and the rest of the guys. Ryan went off with the guys and you are alone. You walk over to the kitchen, spotting the cooler, and opening it to get out a cold bottle of water. You twist the lid, drinking a large gulp. You look over to see Noah looking at you. You freeze in place, like a deer caught in headlights.

Noah smirks, pocketing his phone. He crosses his arms and sinks into the couch. He’s watching you like a predator watching his prey. You could tell by his widening smile that he loved the effect he had on you. He loved how nervous you would get in his presence. He had you right where he wanted. He couldn’t help himself as his eyes trailed along every inch of you. You are exactly how he wanted you tonight. Uneasy and on edge. He is loving every second of it. You find the courage to follow Ryan, and the guys. You didn’t want to give Noah an opportunity to mess with you, because by the looks of it. He is enjoying this twisted game.

As the night went on, you kept close to Ryan. He had his arm wrapped around your shoulder. His gentle caresses up and down your arm. He places a kiss on your cheek. In the midst of the chatting, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Ryan lets go of you and goes back to the conversation. You look over to see Noah isn’t anywhere in sight. You breathe a sigh of relief as you walk down the hallway to the bathroom.

You close the bathroom door behind you. You turn to the mirror. You look a mess. You run your fingers through your hair to fix what you could. Why did he have such an effect on you like this? You close your eyes, inhaling and exhaling. He must’ve left. You haven’t noticed him for a while. You hear footsteps, your eyes moving towards the door. You realize you didn’t lock it. You rush to the door. Noah pushes the door open, quickly pinning you to the wall as he shuts the door locking it. You yelp, everything is happening so quickly. You look up and whimper. His hand instantly finds your jaw, holding you still as his hand tilts your head to look up at him, his face close to yours.

"Look at you…all fidgety, nervous…and I’ve barely done anything"

“Noah…you need to leave” His hand cups your jaw, his hold is firm. His voice is low as his thumb softly rubs your chin.

"You know I’m not going anywhere, right?"

“My boyfriend is here.” You move away from him. You turn your body around to face the counter, and bathroom mirror.

"I know you can't help how you get all worked up for me.” He gets close and presses his chest against your back. You look up at his reflection in the mirror. It’s all too much. This close proximity of him. You try to turn, he holds you in place. He bends forward resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Please..” You don’t know what you’re begging for.

"Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“I’m going to leave this bathroom, and you are not going to follow me.” You glare at him in the mirror. That smug look is a permanent expression on his face as he listens to you.

"You know you don't mean that. You know you need me to touch you again. I own this body, and you know it.” He purrs, his hand trails along your side. Once again, you are at his mercy. You grip the counter. His hands trailing down your back. He pulls your hips against him.

"There it is. Poor thing, look at you. You’re already reacting to me, and I’ve barely done anything.” He says, rubbing his hand along your lower back. You look at his expression. His eyes are trailing over your body as you’re pressed up against him. You whine at his touch, his arousal right up against you. He smirks, biting his lip, meeting your gaze in the mirror. His hand slowly dancing along your waist, and over your hip bone.

"You know what’s funny? You keep acting like you don’t want this, like you don’t want me. Here you are, pinned against the counter, my hands roaming over your body. You haven’t told me to stop. I think you’re lying to yourself.” He snickers, his fingertips caressing your inner thigh.

"I know you need me. You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

“Noah…I…I” You look away from his gaze. He’s quick to turn your head to look up at him.

"Do you want me to stop?" His voice is low and husky. His eyes search yours, waiting for your response. You nod your head yes.

"You want me to stop touching you? You want me not to take control, is that right?" A wicked grin spreads across his face. He pulls away slightly, only to settle next to your ear. You return your gaze to the mirror. You lock eyes with him. Did you want him to stop? His smirk grows, knowing he's got you right where he wants you.

“I…” You hear the knock on the door. Noah smirks, the asshole.

“Yes? Occupied.”

“Y/n? You okay in there?” Your eyes widened. Fuck. It’s Ryan. You struggle to find the right words. Noah’s eyes wandering over your body, the door knob is jiggling.

“I…my stomach hurts…I think it was the food we ate earlier” you say calmly, if he only knew your heart was racing. Noah chuckles darkly in your ear.

“You want me to take you home? Or you want to lay down?” Your heart aches hearing his concerned voice. He truly cares about you. You sigh, looking up at Noah’s reflection in the mirror. You should be telling Noah to fuck off, but you can’t. His hand rubbed your inner thigh softly, seeing how this was such a perfect opportunity. He could do whatever he wanted. Even when your boyfriend is at the door. You are his, and he knew you are weak beneath him. You couldn’t deny him. You grip the counter tighter, trying to not moan or make a sound as he ran a hand over your pussy.

“N-no…I’ll..I’ll lay down after I’m done in here” You try smacking Noah’s hand away, he grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back.

“Okay, babe. Let me know if you need anything.” You hear him walk away.

“So what are you going to do, huh? Get me all riled up again then stop? That’s your plan, right?” His grip on your wrists loosen, letting your hands free. They go back to the counter to steady yourself. His fingers slowly dance along your inner thighs, trailing over your clit. You whine, you look up at him. You feel your arousal soaking your underwear.

"Your boyfriend is outside right now, you know? I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be with him, yet you're right here in your ex's arms. You’re whimpering and wanting me instead.”

“Fuck off, Noah” He chuckles, his hands trailing up your spine. He pushes you down firmly against the counter. You cry out, his hand covers your mouth. He leans over you, his breath fanning over your neck.

"Look at you being so defiant when I know how badly you want me. You can't help that your body yearns for me, even just the sound of my voice makes you weak. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” You struggle underneath him, but it’s no use. He keeps you in place. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me? It rings loudly in your head. You shiver, the state of submission coming over you.

“Nnn..yes”

"Then say it. Admit you want me, beg me the way you used to…" His voice is low against your ear.

“I..I want you…”

"Good girl. Now admit you need me, tell me how bad you missed me, and my touch”

“I crave it. It’s all I can think about. It..it scares me how bad I want you” Your pleading expression meets his gaze. His fingers gently scratch your inner thighs as he purrs in your ear.

"That's a good girl. You’re so honest, so weak for me. Look at you trembling underneath my touch, my words. You missed this, didn't you? You missed belonging to me. Oh, but you’re forgetting something, sweet girl” He expression darkens. You know what he’s talking about. You calling him his title, the one he burned into your memory, and my god if you forget it.

“Y-yes, sir..”

His growl sends chills down your spine. You look up at him, he is quick to turn your face back to the mirror.

“That’s my good girl.”

“Please…”

"I need words, use your words. Are you going to be a good girl and tell me what you want?” He chuckles darkly as his fingertips brush over your pussy again, barely touching you. He bends close to your ear to whisper.

“I need you. Please…please…touch me” He smacks your ass hard. Your breath hitches. You jolt forward at the sudden impact from his hand. Noah chuckles darkly. He smacks your ass again. He soothes the sting causing you to squirm as he kneads your red bottom.

"Be a good girl for me, and ask me properly..."

“Please, touch me, sir”

"Good girl, where do you want me to touch you?” He smirks, loving how you beg. His roughness is all telling how badly he needed you.

“Please, touch my pussy, sir. Please.” You moan, feeling his fingers trail all the way, slowly, barely touching you. He was enjoying this, loving how a single touch from him can make you lose control.

"Right here?” You whine, a feather like touch. One to make your body tingle.

“Y-yes, sir” Your breath hitches, your head dropping low.

“Do you need me as badly as I need you?” His breath hot against your neck. He nips at the sensitive skin as he moves your underwear to the side.

“Mmm..yes, sir”

"You're being so good, behaving, begging for it. Only I can make you weak like this, right?" He chuckles darkly, and purrs in your ear.

Yes, sir. Only you make me feel like this.” He pulls his hand away. You whine as he grips your throat making you look at him in the mirror.

“You don’t act like it” He teases. He’s toying with you, breaking you down slowly to succumb to his madness. You can only whimper in response, which makes him laugh.

"Look at how you react to my voice. You’re a pathetic, whimpering mess for me.”

“Y-yes, sir”

"Good girl” He whispers. His hand moves to the middle of your back, holding you in place. He knows how badly you need him. He taps your cunt lightly, it makes your toes curl.

“F-Fuck..” The sensation alone makes your head spin. You need more.

"I won't give you what you want till you beg properly, you know that…"

“I..mmmph..” you huff. You do know that. He pulls his fingers away, you whine in protest. You look at him in the mirror.

" Ah, Ah, Ah. Use your words, and I just might continue. How badly do you need me right now?”

“Please, sir. I need you so bad. Please touch me…I’ll be good, and tell you what I want”

"Go on, be a good girl or you don't get what you want” He grins, watching you slowly turn to shambles.

“Fuck me, go down on me, finger me…please do something, sir.” You hate how desperate you sound for him. You can’t help it, he brings out this side of you.

“Good girl”

"Say it one more time for me. Tell me how badly you need me to take control. How you need me to make you feel good.”

“Please…I need you…please touch me, please take control.” You push back into him, your body is on fire. You need some kind of friction to take the ache away. He tuts at you, holding your hips in place, against him.

*He brings his hand down over your pelvis, barely touching, his fingers brushing against you.

"Tell me you belong to me…" A hushed whisper against your neck.

“I belong to you, sir. Only you.” He’s repeating the same thing he did before. No, not this game. Another part of the game is to make you fall apart, and submit to him completely, continuously tearing down your walls. He leans close and presses his chest against your back.

"Good girl, only I can make you this needy. Only I can make you mine. You missed this, didn't you?" He’s so manipulative. So persuasive with his words.

“Even when I’m with him. I think of you.” He grins. His fingers continue to tease.

"Say who owns you, pretty girl”

“You, sir”

“Only me?” He nips your shoulder. You nod your head yes.

“Say you need me. All of me” You feel his hand gliding up your back, into your hair, grabbing a handful, and tugging her hair back to look at him.

“I need all of you, sir” You wince. He smiles darkly at you in the mirror.

"I'm so close to giving you that. Can you promise you'll behave? Can you be good for me?"

“I’ll be a good girl for you, sir”

"Good…"

He rubs your thighs.

"Then beg…" He growls into your ear. Your eyes widened, you just begged him. You practically gave your vulnerable self to him. This is what he does. You have to remember that. He will keep going until there’s not a thought left in your mind, only him and his words.

“P-Please, sir. Touch me..”

"Say it…like you're desperate…" he laughs, barely touching you. It’s slowly driving you insane. He grips your hips, then wraps his hand around your throat*

“It’s all I can think about, please, sir. Please” His hand tightens around your neck, his lips brushing against your cheek.

"Good girl, tell me how bad you miss me..."

“I…I miss you so much”

"Show me how bad you need this…"

“I want you to fuck me, sir. Please, please, please!” You cringe internally, you sound so…weak. He’s right, you are so weak for him.

"Is that all you can come up with?" He grins. He nips your neck. You can hear him almost snicker at your desperation. His voice gravelly, husky as he whispers in your ear.

"Tell me how badly you need me to make you mine…"

“Noah, please. I’ve been on edge for the past week, because of you working me up, and denying me. Please, I don’t want to be toyed with anymore..”

He bites your earlobe. His voice is low and dangerous.

"And what if I continue to deny you?"

“I think I’ll go insane” He chuckles darkly, loving that you’re so needy for him, just aching for him.

"You'll do as I say, won't you? You wouldn't disobey me…"

“No, sir. I wouldn’t, please.”

"Say you belong to me.." He traces his fingers along your inner thighs.

“I belong to you, sir”

"Say it again for me.” He whispers low and dark, loving how hard it is for you to control yourself.

“I..I belong to you, sir.”

He smirks. He caresses along her body and inner thighs. It's so hard for you to not just grab his hand, and make him give you what you need.

"Say you're mine…" Your gaze returns to the mirror, his eyes locked on yours. Your knuckles are turning white from how tightly you’re gripping the counter. His warm hands running along your body, your pussy, your inner thighs.

“I’m yours..” a breathless response comes from you.

"You're mine to take control over, and you know how good I'm going to make you feel. How weak you're going to be for me..."

“Please…please touch me, sir. I can’t take it anymore” These mind games of his are starting to take their toll on you.

"You're so desperate…so needy for me…" He purrs in your ear as his fingers circle around your covered pussy. You buck into his hand.

"Say you need me so badly that you can't take any more teasing, and denial…" He nuzzles against your neck, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin. He dips his head placing a kiss on your collarbone. Your breath hitches, your eyes return to his in the mirror. Your lips part to protest, but it’s nothing more than a whine of need and desire. You let your head fall back against his chest. He holds you tightly against him. A somewhat peaceful moment between such a chaotic scene.

“I don’t want to admit how much I miss you. You’re so bad for me. I can’t help myself around you.” You feel him smirks against your skin. You feel your body melt underneath him. Your hands releasing the counter, your body weak.

"I'm so bad for you, and yet you can't resist me. How unfortunate.” He says against her neck as his hands dance over your pussy. He’s still not giving you what you want. His hands move along your thighs, he brings one up to your stomach, it trails up between the valley of your breasts, up to your neck. He ever so delicately places his hand around your throat. You look up at him, he’s already looking down at you. His hand tightens around your throat.

"Do you want me to take control over you, to own your body, and make you mine?”

“Please”

“Please what, use your words. You’re so quick to forget.” His hand tightening around your throat. His voice low and dark in your ear.

“Ahhh…y-yes, sir.” You reach up to hold his arm. His grip tightens making your head spin, and your body betray you.

"You can't help but give in to me, can you? You want to be mine, to belong to me, to submit, and give in, don't you?" He nibbles along your neck. His grip tightening around your neck, watching your body shudder.

“Yes, sir”

"I know how badly you want it. You're being such a good girl, look how weak you are, look how needy you are. You're trembling in my arms…" He says in a condescending tone in your ear.

"But you're not begging for it, are you? You need to beg me for it, be my good girl.”

“Yes…yes I’ll be good please, sir” He touches your pussy once more, you arch against him. Your body is on edge, the slightest touch from him is causing your brain to short circuit. He tugs down your leggings, tossing them somewhere. His hands roam over your ass. You look back at him, he suddenly stops. He smirks at you, waiting to see if you would beg. He knew you needed it badly, so bad you’d beg for him.

“Take them off, please, sir.”

“There we go. Look at you, being a good girl.” He slowly pulls your underwear down, finally giving you what she want. The cool air makes you shiver, yet, your body is scorching hot. He kicks your feet apart. Your body lowers onto the marble counter.

"Mm…you look so good like this. So vulnerable, and all mine.” He groans, needing you so badly. You see him drop to his knees behind you.

"I know what you need, what you crave. There’s a dark little side of you that’s enjoying this.” He runs his tongue up the back of your thigh. You moan, the feeling of his tongue and hands is otherworldly. You could feel him smirking against you. He knew how bad you needed this. He begins to lick and suck at the flesh around your pussy, but never going where you need him most. His fingers tease around your entrance, through your folds, around the entirety of your pussy.

“So wet. All for me?” You pant, whimpering as his finger is inserted into your core. He slowly moves his finger in and out of you. He places kisses along your inner thighs, working back up to your clit.

“My god, Noah…fuck…please” He stops which causes you to whine and push your hips back. You see him move back slightly.

"Please what…"

“You want me to stop? Hmm? Your soaking cunt is telling me otherwise, you greedy little girl”

“I need more, sir. Please”

"Beg one more time for me”

“Mmph…please, sir.” His hands run up your thighs lightly, the feather like touches tickling you.

"You're such a good girl begging for me.” You enjoyed his praises. He leans in closer to your core, his hot breath fanning over you. It sends shiver throughout your body. He places a kiss on your clit, running his tongue up through your folds. Your breath hitches when he does that, he does it again. He starts sucking your clit into his mouth. You groan, pushing into him. You feel your body shaking.

“You taste so fucking good.” He swirls his tongue around your clit, then over your entrance. You are crumbling fast. You craved this, loved it when he ate you out. He moves his hands to your waist to keep you steady as he worships you. You feel the band in your belly winding up tight, your breath hitches as you feel your release building.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” You grind against his face, he smirks against you. You know he’s loving how you give into him so easily.

"You're mine, only mine…" He said it in between kisses and licks. You feel your knees buckling. He adds a finger, then another. You arch your back, it feels so good. He huffs, you’re so worked up and wet. There’s no resistance as his fingers sink deep in you. He starts with that agonizing slow pace again. He turns and curves his digits coaxing you, working you as the need for your release grows stronger and stronger.

“Atta girl, so good for me. I need you to beg me to make you mine.”

“Please, make me yours, sir. Please.”

"Good girl, say you belong to me.” His fingers curl up, he knew you so well. He knows exactly what you needed.

“Ohhh fuck…right there…I belong to you, sir!” Your whimpers get louder, he keeps his pace. Simultaneously fingering and swirling tight circle around your clit. You’re so close.

"Say it again…"

“I..I belong to you, sir” You whimper, you are right there on the edge. You wouldn’t dare cum without his permission.

"Again…" He smiles, whispering against you as he nuzzles his nose against your clit.

“I belong to you, sir.” He moved his fingers with such precision, coaxing you to go over the edge. It was so bad and so good at the same time. Your mind wanders back to Ryan. Poor Ryan. He didn’t deserve this…or you. He smacks your ass, a warning. He’s always watching your every move. He must’ve noticed the change in your body language. He stops and stands up, his arms caging you in, his hands next to yours on the counter.

“Don’t think about him, turn it off. You’re only thinking of me. Do you understand? I will leave you with fucking nothing. Only the mess I made of you to clean up. Got it?” You cry out as he smacks your ass much harder this time.

“I said, do you understand me, y/n? Answer me.” He is leaning over you, grabbing a handful of hair, yanking it tightly as his lips brush against your ear.

“Y-yes, sir. I understand.” His eyes watch yours in the mirror. He looks over you in your current state. A disheveled mess just for him. He growls, his nostrils flare. He shoves your head forwards, sinking back down behind you. He goes right back to fingering you, like nothing happened. Your mind is fuzzy, you try to focus on the sensations he’s bringing you. He hits the spots within you and your eyes rolls back. His tongue finds your clit again, sucking harder this time. You squeal, he growls, doing it again. You are panting, hating that he’s coaxing you to your release again within seconds.

“Who. Do. You. Belong. To? Hmm? Whose pussy is this?” He picks up his pace, hitting that spot over and over again.

“Yours. It’s all yours, sir. I belong to you.” You whine and moan. Your knees are buckling. It’s right there.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He pulls away from your clit to bite your thighs, you whine. He soothes the sting running his tongue along his bite marks. He returns to your clit, swirling those tantalizing tight circles, sucking your bud into his mouth.

“I’m..gonna…cum.” He doesn’t say anything, he keeps going. It’s all too much, the band in your belly is about to snap.

“Please, sir. May I cum, please?” Noah could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. You are so close, why isn’t he answering. You look at him, you can see his hooded eyes as he comes up from eating you. He makes eyes contact with you.

"No…" He smiles at that, and stops. Your knees buckle, you drop to the floor. You couldn’t believe he’d deny you again. You look up at him, tears in your eyes.

“Why? I…I…” You watch him towering above you, his mouth wrapped around his fingers, tasting you. He licks them clean, wiping them on a towel. He crouches down on his knees and strokes your cheek. His thumb gently wipes away your tears.

"Good things don't come easy, now do they?” You pull away from his touch. You look away as he stands up, chuckling to himself as he makes his way to the door.

"I'll see you around, y/n. I'll let you go back to your boyfriend now. I want you to remember how weak you are to me.” He closes the door behind him, the tears roll down your cheeks. You wipe them, then look up to see the door is unlocked. You quickly get up to lock the door. You didn’t need anyone to see you in your current state. You gather your underwear and leggings, pulling them back up onto your body. You ached, you are pissed off, and frustrated.

After a few minutes to collect yourself, you exit the bathroom. You walk down the hallway, no one is in the house. You hear voices outside. Ryan is helping Folio cook the burgers and hotdogs. You walk outside and Ryan sees you instantly. He wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You okay?” You nod, the ache in your heart is to strong.

“I’m going to go lay down. Let me know when food is ready.” He kisses you, then lets you go find a room to get away from everyone for a while.

(Don’t hate me. To be continued 🖤)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Vulnerable

|| Silco x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader kicked out of Piltover, reader gets drunk, Silco manipulates reader by pretending to care, no romance (but hinted ish)

|| Summary; when reader finds herself in Silco's bar, he offers her the revenge she seeks in exchange for working with him.

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Started; December 5th

Finished; December 8th

HurtCember2024; Day 7, Abandoned

Author Note; little late with this one, I struggled a lot with what to write for some reason but I think it turned out alright.

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Zaun was not a place you wanted to be abandoned in. You were once a high ranking member of Piltover, until the Council turned on you after finding out you were involved in.. well, some illegal activity. Mostly smuggling Shimmer into Piltover. Suffice to say, they did not appreciate that. Now you were alone. Terrified. In Zaun with nothing to protect yourself. Had the money been worth it? Not really. If you still had it in your possession, maybe. But the Council took all of it. You wandered for a while. Having debated just sneaking back into Piltover, but you knew the Enforcers would be on your ass. So, you kept to the corners. Praying you wouldn't be recognized. After all, your name was once well known. Plus, you had quite a few enemies that would sprint for the chance to take you down.

It wasn't long before a bright, neon sign caught your attention. It looked like a bar and really, you could use a drink or two. Probably more. Making your way in, you kept your head low. Careful not to bump into anyone. You got to the bar and ordered a drink, the bartender gave you a strange look. As though he recognized your fancier clothing. You definitely weren't dressed like someone from Zaun. But he kept to himself. Knowing it wasn't his job to question, but to serve drinks. Your drink was handed to you not long after and it wasn't long after that that you finished it. Having chugged most of it.

Meanwhile, Silco had come down from his office. The people in the bar making sure to move out of his way as he passed. Not wanting to take risks. He had been on his way out when you caught his attention. Of course, he knew who you were. You were one of them. A Piltie. Topsider. Sitting in his bar? That wouldn't do.

But then he questioned it. Wondering why you were here to begin with, perhaps something had happened. Perhaps you were now vulnerable. He could use that. Present you with an opportunity, maybe. He knew you had gotten Shimmer off him before, it wouldn't be too far of a stretch to assume you were on his side. He made his way through the crowd, standing a bit away from you.

"You shouldn't be here," Silco's voice took you off guard. Jumping at the sight of him, your immediate reaction was to go into a defensive stance. However, the alcohol in your system didn't make it easy. You stumbled over yourself. A sight that greatly amused Silco.

"Silco," you were in disbelief that he was talking to you. Why was he even here? The few times you'd met with him, it had never been in his office. Always some quiet corner of Piltover or Zaun. So, you didn't know this was his spot. You'd walked right into his territory without the slightest clue. You're lucky all he seems to be doing is talking to you. It could be worse.

"Who else would it be? This is my bar," Silco kept his demeanour calm, collected. Analyzing your every move. Not that he really had to, if you did decide to attack he had a whole bar of people to back him up. Besides, you were drunk. It's not like you would be some incredible fighter," the question that should be asked. Is why are you here, Topsider?" He said the words in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. You'd almost forgotten how intimidating he could be. Without hardly even lifting a finger.

You weren't sure why you told him, maybe it was the alcohol. Or the need to just talk to someone, have any form of comfort or sympathy given to you," the Council kicked me out. They found out about my Shimmer deals. Took every coin I'd made," saying it out loud brought a wave of emotions over you. First sadness at having nothing, then anger for what they did to you. You wanted revenge on the Council. Silco could see it in your eyes.

He listened to you, hearing the story you told him. Of course, he wasn't sympathetic. But he could pretend to be, if it would get you more on his side," they were awful to you," Silco started. Resting a hand to your shoulder. The touch made you tense at first, but then you relaxed into him. Needing it more than you cared to admit," I could help you get your revenge. If that is something you desire."

You didn't even think about it, giving him a nod. It was probably the fastest you had ever agreed to anything," please," you tried not to sound as desperate as you were. But Silco noticed. He could sniff out desperation like a dog sniffing fear. It never went unnoticed by him.

Silco grinned.

"You would, of course, have to work under me. I need to know that I can trust you, loyalty is important to my cause," he continued.

"Yeah, yeah- whatever I have to do," you grumbled. Oh, he was glad he stopped to talk with you.

"Perfect. Meet me up those stairs tomorrow morning," he points toward where his office is," by 8 sharp. We'll continue our talk then," he gave your shoulder a pat before leaving you to the bar. He was looking forward to your meeting with him, more than he would ever admit out loud. Especially to you.

[thetorturedbuckydepartment]

chapter eight: twenty stitches in a hospital room

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!reader

summary: Six months ago, you were appointed to be Head Nurse to the Avengers by Tony Stark. Every day, you count your lucky stars, knowing the horrible past you quickly ditched back in England. It holds you back, restrains you, from getting close to anyone when on your new job.

That's until you met and fell in love with Bucky Barnes. The supposed assassin with a heart of gold, who seems to be eager to get to know you. To peel back your layers piece by piece, but could you trust him once you're laid before him raw and vulnerable?

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PREVIOUS PART -- CHAPTER SEVEN: LOOMING ON THE HORIZON

warnings: language, blood, mild gore, heavy angst, mentions of bullets, mentions of murder, lots of panic, mentions of anxiety

word count: 3.5k

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A/N: ah hope you guys like this chapter!! I'm off to my prom today -- my exams ended a week ago so am relieved, and this next week I'm gonna be starting revision for my driver's theory test so posting may be extremely inconsistent! hope u enjoy so far :)

The jet ride there is insanely quiet. Bucky is next to you after having put on his tact suit — highlighting his gorgeously thick thighs and wide shoulders, and you find yourself unable to breathe, watching him flip knives before stowing them away, and swinging a rifle over his shoulder.

Quite literally dressed to kill. You shouldn’t be attracted to a man steeped so seemly in violence like it’s his first love — you know the implications it can lead to in practise. But you just can’t look away, you’re too far gone. Maybe it’s the fact that you know he’s too pure — his heart is too set in its righteous ways for you to be scared of him, to doubt his purpose and intentions even as he wields deathly weapons.

But the thing that kills you the most are his eyes. So brilliantly, softly blue, watching you watch him. Why do you think he’s showing off so much? He could quite easily just shove all his weapons in his tact suit, but he chooses to flip the knives and play with the bullets to be loaded on his rifle, especially when it earns him that feral look in your eyes. Like if there wasn’t a mission he had to disappear on in a few minutes, you’d jump his bones and finally make the move he’s desperate for you to. 

You don’t even notice that he’s caught you, too lost in the nimbleness of his fingers and the confidence of his stance. And then you touch down, just outside the forest of Anastasia’s estate. It’s time to go.

You immediately jump up, out of your seat to stand near Bucky, while him and Nat recount the codes for danger and the plan of attack. You zone out, watching him command a team turning you on like never before. What is it about him? He’s firm, he makes sure everyone’s on the same page and all of a sudden your panties are in a bunch. You try to swallow it down, nodding along when he gestures to you as the standby team, ready in case of any scratches and bumps. And dear God, he almost loses his train of thought when your eyes meet, too lost in your beautiful face and staring at him like you’re starving for his affection. For…other things of his too. 

But he gets through it. And then, he rushes over to you, to say goodbye. You feel the tears welling in your eyes, scared at what the next few hours hold for the two of you. For the rest of the world. He grabs you by your hips, while your hands end up around his middle, resting your head on his chest. It isn’t enough, and the gnawing feeling in your stomach isn’t going away.

You decide to be a little selfish, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pulls you in tighter, pouring every ounce of unspoken love into the embrace. “Come back to me in one piece, will you?”

“I’ll always find my way back to you.” Your eyes close as you stifle a sob, but he knows. He always knows, somehow. He decodes you, no matter how intricate you make the key.

As you part, something changes. Maybe it’s the tears glistening in your eyes, maybe it’s knowing he might not come back. He can’t help himself, and you don’t have it in you to stop it.

His hand winds up on your cheek, caressing it. Your eyelids flutter at the warm touch, and then his lips fall onto yours.

It’s electric. It’s fire. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted, even as your hands weave into his hair, desperate to deepen the kiss but—

Nat coughs behind the both of you, and you realise everyone’s just watched this sacred, supposed to be private exchange. You move away, blushing and rushing to cover yourself as if you’ve been caught naked, muttering a quick “sorry” and unable to make eye contact with anyone. 

Well, there’s no point in denying the rumours now. 

“Nurse, you’ll have loads of time to do that when we get back, okay? We need the Sergeant here to stay focused.” She’s only teasing, but you stutter through an apology.

“Oh, sorry! That’s not—” The only person you can stand to look at is Bucky, and you don’t miss his pink cheeks, and the joyful sparkle in his eyes. He was right, he thinks, his heart beating just as hard as yours is. You do have feelings for him. The motion of your lips against his were enough confirmation.

He touches the tips of your fingers, a silent promise of a later discussion. A later progression. You smile at him, mouthing Good luck. 

I’m too skilled for luck, doll, he mouths back and you chuckle, finally feeling lighter. Why were you so scared? Like you could ever doubt his mercenary ability.

But even so, the hour he’s away from you burns in your chest, lead coating your diaphragm and pulls it down. You wonder what he’ll say about the kiss when he gets back. Maybe he’ll dismiss you, say it was something done in the heat of the moment, where he wasn’t sure if he was going to die. Maybe he’ll tell you how he feels the same for you, that the fire that’s turning your ribs to ash has spread to burn at his heart, and you’ll spend the rest of your days entangled. You lose yourself in the sweet daydream for a while, playing with the necklace he’d gotten you on your day out. It’s a simple gold one, that perfectly compliments the necklace you are already wearing, but this one has an emblem of a wolf on it. Bucky’s signature, resting just above your heart. 

And then everything goes to shit.

“Shit. There’s open fire. Romanoff’s vitals seem to be strong. We need to get ready to open the Quinjet hatch,” one of the SHIELD agents frantically calls out, spurring the other into action. You feel like your entire world is crashing down amidst distant booms and yelling. Your heart aches as it beats, slamming away like its hellbent on hurting your ribs. 

The SHIELD operatives move, pressing buttons as you and the other nurses on hand spring into action, laying out the stretchers and assembling the tables full of bandages. But nothing can prepare you for the sight that awaits.

Natasha stumbles on, covered in blood, and— Bucky. He’s leaning heavily on her shoulder, splatters of blood everywhere from head to toe, dripping off of him onto the pristine metal floor. You can hear his ragged breathing from across the Quinjet. 

You run to them, words barely leaving you. “Nat, Buck. What happened? I— Are you both hurt?” His head lifts just the slightest at the sound of your voice, feeling like he’s finally safe now. 

“I’m fine, just a few bruises Denise can take care of. Bucky’s taken the brunt of it, three—no, four?— shots to his stomach, he’s bleeding out like crazy, Nurse. You gotta take care of him.” You nod frantically, the ringing in your ears only increasing, and you let your body move on autopilot. If you get too caught up in your feelings, then he’ll die for sure. And the world can’t afford to lose him, let alone you. Oh God, it would absolutely—

“Hey Buck, it’s me.” You take him from Natasha’s hold, calling Denise to come tend to her as the Quinjet takes off, meaning you have an hour in the air to do any essential surgery on him. “Let’s get you on a gurney, okay?” He relaxes and lets his eyes close at your smell and touch, knowing more than ever that he’s in safe, capable hands.

“Hey, hey no. You gotta stay with me, Buck. Until I patch you up. Can you do that for me?” He nods, letting out a grunt. His head thuds back against the stretcher, which in reality is just a thin metal table, and you quickly whip off your thick cardigan to place under his head like a cushion. The last thing he needs right now is a concussion.

“Good boy. Now, just relax for me, that’s it.” You try and keep the tremor out of your voice, but you’re sure you fail. You gently run a quick hand through his hair to soothe him, grabbing the large scissors you’ve kept in the metal tray.

And you talk him through every step, from cutting open his tact suit to checking to see is any vital organs of his are hit. You ask him to describe the pain, seeing as the wounds aren’t closing and he seems to be in more and more pain with each passing second. His blood is warm, and incredibly sticky. Deep maroon, so much escaping it looks almost black on your hands and against the front of the both of your clothes. You’re trying your best to keep him together, to keep yourself together. You were so good at it, but something about seeing the man you might be falling in love with so close to death…all your learnt sympathy and calmness has gone down the drain.

“Burns like hell, doll. You gotta put me down I can’t—“ His face is pale like he’s deathly sick and it hits you. Bullets coated in acidic poison of some sort, maybe Hydromanias? You have the course for Up to Date Poisons: Symptoms and Signals scheduled for tomorrow, and so you can’t say for certain.

“No, no, we’re not putting you down Buck. You’re stronger than that. Luckily you’ve only hit flesh, all the vital organs are intact. But I suspect you’ve been poisoned Bucky, and I think I know what it is, based on your complexion, breathing, and heart rate, it seems to be Hydromanias, but strong enough to counteract the serum. It’s— it’s almost like they knew you would come… I need a quick sample of your blood just to narrow it down, is that okay?” He nods frantically.

“You’ve got a lot of spots to choose from, you—you won’t even need a needle.” He tries his best to smile as you take the sample and quickly plug it into the Sample Reader — one of the newest tech developments in Stark Tech. It’s supposed to take all the necessary readings for blood like platelet and white blood cell count, and for any abnormalities, then dispose an antidote to any detected foreign cells to it’s designated machine, which happens to be right next to the pilot’s seat. It’s a marvellous invention, seeming like it was conveniently designed for this exact moment. And your hunch was right, it is some sort of poison.

Then a loud ding from across the room, as you’re holding Bucky’s wounds closed. “Good to see you still have a sense of humour, love.” You yell at one of the nurses to bring the antidote over, while still making sure Bucky’s awake. 

“Well done, Bucky. You’re doing so well for me, just drink this, will you? It’s the Sample Reader’s antidote, it identified the poison as Hydromanias. Once you’ve done that, we can begin to patch you up, okay? That’s it, good boy. You’re doing so well for me.” You praise and coax him into doing as you need him to. 

His pupils dilate and lips part, breathing steadying as he lets out a sigh of relief, a few tears slipping down his face. “That feel a little better, baby? Yeah? Can I patch you up now?”

“Y-Yeah. Please.” His voice sounds so weak, you know you’re losing him to the dark side, the temptress of death poised with a blade kissing his throat, whispering in his ear to just give in. You have to goad him back to you, to keep his eyes open.

“Alright Buck, I’m not gonna lie this next part is going to hurt. I’ll have to sterilise the wound and then stitch you up, but the good news is, it won’t take me more than ten minutes. Can you put up with it, sweetheart? Ten minutes?” You nod, trying your best to keep calm.

“For you…an eternity.”

“Well lucky for you it’ll only be ten minutes, huh?”

“I can last longer than that.” He smirks at you, and you feel the catch in his breath when he tries to suppress a wince.

“Well, you can impress me with your stamina once you’re better, yeah? Just keep those pretty eyes on me for now, baby. I’ll get you a towel so you don’t break those teeth.” You gather the supplies, running over in your mind a million times how to tie a surgical knot. You look around, searching for a cloth to put in between his teeth. 

You’re the only nurse still tending to a patient, and you notice Denise, assistant Nurse to the Avengers Tower, sitting down, after having just patched Nat up, who’s currently clutching her head and wrapped in bandages.

“Denise, can you bring me a towel, please?” She doesn’t quite like you, seeing as you got the position she’s coveted for ages before you even set foot in the country.

“We don’t have one, boss. They’re all used.” Your eyes widen in panic, and Bucky catches on.

“Don’t need a towel, doll. I—I can take it.” 

“Darling, you know I don’t doubt you, but the poison’s done quite a lot of damage. You have about the same strength level as an average human right now. We need to get you a—Oh fuck it, just bite down on my hand.” You usher Denise over, trusting her the most to stitch up a gaping bullet wound. 

“W—What? I can’t, doll. Don’t wanna hurt you.” 

“Fuck it, Buck. I trust you, we don’t have a towel. Just bite down on my hand. I can deal with it later. You need something, or your teeth with shatter.” 

And you see his eyes, so desperate to close, so eager to just give in. You press the side of your non-dominant hand against his lips. “Bite down, baby. We’re about to start.” You nod at Denise, encouraging her to start. 

“Come on, open your mouth, Bucky. Be a good boy, and open your mouth.” Now that you’ve passed on the responsibility to patch him up to someone else, you focus your full attention on him, your other hand coming around to stroke his hair. He complies, teeth just resting ever so gently against your skin. 

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re going to start, bite down as hard as your need, okay? Nod for me if you understand.” He nods eagerly, pupils blown wide as he watches you. When the first swab of cotton drenched in disinfectant makes contact, a pained groan leaves him as his teeth dig in slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep your hand firmly in place, in his warm, wet mouth…

And then he bites down hard, groaning even louder as Denise continues to tend to him. You try your best to keep your face straight offering more praise.

“That’s it, Buck. You’re doing so good, Denise is almost done with disinfecting your wounds, aren’t you.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m just about to start stitching.” 

And then the antidote kicks in — known famously to make any area of the body where the poison is present burn even worse than Hydromanias itself. Bucky’s teeth dig in deeper, staining his mouth red as his eyes screw shut. The pain is burning you, sharp as a knife and hot as a flame, and you feel yourself shaking, internally assessing your own damage as you stroke Bucky’s hair, his hand latched around your wrist and gripping tight. 

“Just a few more minutes, Buck. Just one more wound to go, hey, hey, I know it hurts, but just hold on, okay? You’re doing so well for me, come on Buck, open those pretty eyes.” At this point, you have no idea what you’re saying, the pain in your hand overtaking almost every single one of your senses, as blood begins to drip down the sides of his face as he can’t let you go, his eyes fluttering. 

He complies once again, bright blue eyes burning through you as you offer him a watery smile, and you feel his entire body shake. He’s definitely not going to last much longer. And then Denise ties up the last stitch, you counted fourteen. You estimate you might need six, but his teeth clench even tighter when he slumps in relief. 

Denise all but runs away, taking the bloodied needle and cotton balls away with her.

“Well done, Bucky. You did so well! You’re all done, I’m so proud of you, I know how painful that must’ve been, but you stuck through it. Good job.” You pat his forehead as he lets out a shaky exhale and releases your hand. You grab a cup and encourage him to spit out the blood and offering him some water. “Right now, when we touch down, we’ll put you in the infirmary under surveillance for 12 hours because of the poison, okay?” 

“Y-Your hand…I—“

“Don’t worry about me, pretty boy. You can rest now, everything’s okay.” His eyes close, and you see him fully relaxing, still gripping tight to you hand.

And then you collapse, letting yourself fall onto the floor, trying your best to not lose it. All of the feelings of the past hour or so resurge, the anxiety, the gnawing pain at the state of him, the uncertainty as you touched his wounded, broken body. You’re relieved he’ll live, but distraught that he might end up in a coma. 

You can’t even explain exactly how it feels, to have your heart severed at a harrowing sight, and then to have to keep it together in front of everyone. You're absolutely hysterical

You don’t even register being pulled off the floor and your hand disinfected, stitched and wrapped in copious bandages, too busy sobbing. 

It feels like every tragedy in your life has decided to present itself now. 

When the Quinjet lands, when they take him away, you follow. Somehow, you feel like it’s your fault he’s ended up like this. If you hadn’t distracted him by kissing him before he left, maybe the bullets wouldn’t have hit him. As you watch them hook him up to a monitor and take another blood sample to use as data collection for the efficacy of the Sample Reader, you can’t help but wish you could’ve kept to yourself and waited until after, and then maybe he would be okay, he wouldn’t—

“Nurse, you’re a hell of a woman, you know that?” Nat’s voice comes behind you, startling you out of your thoughts. You run to her, sniffling and wrapping her in a tight hug, careful of her bumps and bruises. “I’m so glad you’re both alive, and you’re okay, Nat. I love you,” you sob against her fiery hair.

“Hey, we’re okay. You healed Bucky, you got us here in one piece. And I love you too.” She pulls you away to wipe the tears off your face.

“And you just let him bite down on your hand like that? I would’ve let his teeth shatter and not even pay for his veneers, you’re a better woman than me.” She laughs, and you sit down next to her. She recounts exactly what happened, that the intel was fake and how the place was practically swarming with HYDRA scum, and they both fought valiant and killed several and several men before getting what they needed. But Nat holds up her necklace, telling you she did it. 

“Oh God, once the both of you are better we should go out for drinks, to celebrate. Who knows what valuable information you’ve gotten into our hands.” You smile, and for the first time in hours it reaches your eyes.

“You should try and sleep, Nurse. You look tired as hell, and so am I.” You shake your head.

“No, I want to be awake when Bucky gets up, he’s killed people today. God knows what kind of headspace he’s in. I need to be there for him. I’ll let you sleep, though. Good night, Nat. I’m glad you made it home.” She smiles in response, a yawn quickly taking over.

You drag a chair over to Bucky’s bedside, admiring his sleeping face. You’ve never seen him sleep before, always buried in his chest or his face hidden away against your heart. He looks so beautiful, face not looking bogged down by worries or past trauma. You miss his eyes, though. Ever brilliant, ever blue, and not looking at you, for once. 

You touch your hand, noticing spots of red through the bandage. You carefully refresh your own bandages, noticing you did indeed need six stitches yourself. And then it hits you, the way you acted in front of the other nurses, who you're supposed to command come tomorrow. You need to draft an apology, and are almost too lost in thought trying to construct what to say, when you hear Bucky’s strained voice, fogged over with sleep.

“Doll.” Your breath catches in your throat, yet again.

He’s safe. He’s finally safe, and it didn’t kill you. 

NEXT PART

[sorinethemastermind]

Fluffcember 2024: Fireworks | Rayllum & Sorvus & Clauderry Callum is determined to ask Rayla to be his girlfriend this Winter Break. But if he can't even start a fire, how is he supposed to create the perfect moment? Soren has decided to stay on campus this Christmas, but with Rayla and Callum as his only company, he's starting to feel like a third wheel. Except maybe it's not just the three of them left on campus after all. Meanwhile Claudia is trying to have a nice Christmas with her family, but maybe her family isn't at home...

 Soren heard the door open and glanced up from where his head was resting on Corvus’ chest, expecting it to be Callum and Rayla coming back from their date. Or Terry and his sister coming back from theirs. Everybody seemed to be going out on dates, today. He didn’t mind, though. It meant he and Corvus could finally get some time to themselves.

 Ezran jumped up from the couch beside them, running into the hall to see who it was.

 Alright, mostly to themselves. Maybe all the other lovebirds had the right idea. 

 “Aunt Amaya!” he heard Ezran shout and sat up straighter. “You made it!”

 Harrow’s voice joined Ez’s a moment later. “Amaya! Don’t worry about your shoes. Did you have a nice Christmas?”

 There was a pause, and then Gren’s voice filtered out from the hall. “It was wonderful. Karim got stuck in traffic and couldn’t make it.”

 Soren heard Harrow chuckle and padded across the living room in his socks to peer into the hall. Amaya and Gren were bundled up, not making any move to take off their coats. He waved as they spotted him, and they returned the gesture. Then Amaya glanced past him into the living room.

 “Where is Callum?” Gren translated.

 “Off with his girlfriend.” Harrow said, laughing as Amaya’s eyes narrowed. “Now, now. I think you’ll like her.”

 “We’ll see about that.” Gren interpreted.

 Amaya clapped Soren on the shoulder as she walked past him and into the house, and he gave her a smile, trailing after everyone and into the living room. Corvus had drifted off to the side, as though he thought standing against the wall would make him invisible or something.

 Soren had to admit he was good at holding still, but even that wasn’t enough to serve as camouflage. Amaya clocked him immediately, raising an eyebrow at Harrow.

 “That’s Corvus. Soren’s boyfriend.” he explained.

 She turned a wide smile to Soren and he grinned. He knew enough sign to make out her ‘good job’ without Gren’s help.

 “What did she say?” Corvus asked, leaning closer to him.

 “Oh, just that I’m way out of your league.” Soren said, bumping him with his shoulder. 

 Corvus rolled his eyes. “Sure she did.”

 “Nah, she didn’t.” Soren said. “It was a joke.”

 “Yes. I’m aware. I was also making a joke.”

 Soren stared at Corvus. Then his eyes widened. “Sarcasm!”

 “Yes, Soren.” Corvus' eyes followed the little group as they made their way into the kitchen. “That’s Callum and Ezran’s Aunt, yes?”

 “Yeah. Amaya. She’s pretty cool.” Soren leaned back against the wall beside Corvus. “She’s a detective.”

 “Sounds very cool.”

 Soren stared after them, nose wrinkling in thought. “Do you think I could do something like that?”

 “Be a detective?”

 “Yeah.” Soren said. “Or… I don’t know. An EMT.”

 “Those are very different jobs.” Corvus observed.

 “I just mean something important. Something that really helps people. Keeps them safe.”

 “I think you can do whatever you set your mind to.” Corvus said, almost casually. Soren glanced at him, feeling his cheeks warm. But Corvus didn’t notice, continuing; “You’re hard working, and that can get a person just about anywhere. Plus you're smart and funny and charismatic. So yes, I think you could do just about whatever you like. With enough time and effort.”

 Corvus glanced over at him, lips quirking up at the side as he caught sight of Soren’s expression. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

 “Oh, uh, nothing.” Soren said quickly, glancing away, face burning. “Just… I don’t know. Nobody’s really said any of that stuff about me before.”

 “That you could accomplish things?”

 “That I’m funny or charismatic or… or smart.”

 “Well, you are.”

 “People usually just think I’m sort of stupid.” Soren considered. “Clauds says I’m a doof.”

 “Well, you are.” Corvus said. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not also those other things.”

 “Thanks, Corvus.” Soren bumped their shoulders together.

 Before either of them could say anything else the door swung open again, and this time it was Callum and Rayla. They blew in with a gust of cold air, covered in snow and laughing, Callum’s scarf wrapped around Rayla’s shoulders. Ezran came careening out of the kitchen to grab them, dragging them back with him. Before Soren could decide whether or not he should go and see what all the fuss was about, they were all heading for the door again, this time with Amaya and Gren leading the way.

 “What’s going on?” Soren asked Callum as he was dragged past.

 “I heard something about fireworks?” Callum said, stumbling after his brother. 

 “You are not setting off fireworks in my backyard!” Harrow called from the kitchen.

 Gren translated and Amaya turned back to them with a wink. “Don’t worry, we won’t be setting them off in the backyard.” Gren said quietly, interpreting. 

 “Do you want to go with them?” Corvus asked, and Soren turned back to him.

 He considered for a moment before grabbing the other man’s hand. “Come on.”

 “Soren, where are we going?” Corvus asked as Soren led him out into the snow, past where Amaya and the others were setting up fireworks in the front drive, and over to the high picket fence that separated Harrow’s yard from his father’s. 

 “You’ll see.” he told him, cupping his hands and holding them out for Corvus to use as a step to get over the fence. The other man stared at him for a long moment, as though contemplating.

 “Do you trust me?” Soren asked.

 Corvus sighed, stepping onto his hands and letting Soren boost him up and over the fence. Then he reached up, grabbing the top and hoisting himself up and over as well.

 Corvus was waiting on the other side when he dropped down, giving him a curious look before turning to survey the backyard.

 “So… this is where you grew up?”

 “After the divorce, yeah.” Soren said, starting to lead him towards the big oak tree growing in one corner. “Dad moved us here after.”

 “Do you ever miss it? Your old town?”

 “I used to.” Soren admitted. “But not really anymore. Anyway,” he threw a grin back over his shoulder at Corvus. “if I hadn’t of moved here, how would I have met you?”

 “So then you believe everything happens for a reason?”

 Soren grabbed the lowest branch of the oak, heaving himself up before reaching down to help Corvus do the same. “Nah. Clauds got really into fate and tarot cards and all that stuff, but I never really believed in any of it. You decide who you’re going to be and what you’re going to do.”

 “I like that.” Corvus said, climbing through the limbs of the three behind him.

 “I still believe in happy accidents, though.” Soren said, helping him up the final stretch and from there onto the roof. 

 He stood up, holding his arms out for balance as he made his way to the other side, where they could see the first fireworks being lit in Harrow’s driveway. He held out a hand to Corvus, who took it, letting Soren help him over the steepest part of the roof.

 They lay down next to each other on the cold, snowy tiles, Corvus stretching out his arm to let Soren use it as a pillow, the other tucked behind his own head. It was getting late, and a few stars peeked out from between the clouds, flickering in and out of view as the fireworks exploded before them, filling the sky with color and showering red and gold sparks down over the entire street.

 “This is beautiful.” Corvus breathed.

 Soren glanced over at him, watching the bursts of light reflect in his eyes. “Yeah. Beautiful.” he agreed.”

 Corvus turned his head to look at him, a half smile playing on his lips. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair back behind Soren’s ear. “I don’t know if I believe in fate.” he admitted. “But whether it was that or a happy accident, I’m really happy I met you, Soren.”

 Soren blushed, but he didn’t look away. He wanted to remember this moment. “I’m really happy you let me use your oven.” he agreed.

 Corvus chuckled, looking back up at the sky and the lightshow still taking place there.

 “I used to come up here a lot.” Soren said, after a moment. “When I was little. To escape all the noise. And my Dad. It was always easier to think up here, somehow.” he paused, chewing at his lower lip as he mulled over what he was going to say next. “I think I’m going to take a gap year.”

 He swallowed. “No, I am going to take a gap year. Take some time and figure out what I want to do.”

 “That’s wonderful.” Corvus said, turning back to look at him. “A wonderful idea.”

 “It… does mean I won’t be coming back to college next semester.” Soren said.

 “So?”

 “I understand if you don’t want to wait. I don’t know where I’m going to be, or what I’m going to do or-”

 Corvus pressed a finger to his lips, cutting him off. “Soren, whatever you decide to do, and wherever you end up going, we’ll figure it out. I’m not bailing on you because our relationship will be semi inconvenient.”

 Soren smiled. “That’s what I was hoping you would say.”

 He returned his gaze to the sky, scooting closer to Corvus. “I’m really glad I met you too, Corvus.”

[captain-mj]

Can we get a Selkie!Soap x Human!Ghost fluff (or smut, whichever one you want) where Ghost has to find Soap in seal form first? Like a game?

Lmk if this doesn't make sense and I'll try my best to reword it!

You worded it perfectly! Thank you so much for this ask it's so cute!

Ghost fixed his hoodie and ski mask before heading out. The beach was rather large, sandy white sands with rolling blue waves. Rocks jutted from the sands and he could see other seals moving around.

His lover had already turned and disappeared off somewhere. He smiled a little and started to search for him, trying to pick him out by his pattern alone but it was a bit hard when the seals were all laying on top of each other.

Ghost hummed. "Johnny? You still here?" He listed off the things about Johnny that made him stand out. Singed whiskers and ears. They were like a furred seals ears, but none of the regular seals around here would have them. He tried to pick him out using that but he couldn't see him.

Soap liked this game and Ghost liked making him happy. Plus, it helped him. He was getting faster at this.

"Hey, have you seen my husband?" Ghost asked one of the seals and they rolled on their back in a way he thinks was supposed to be friendly. They wiggled and he accepted that as a no.

He put his hands on his hips and stood on a rock, turning in circles.

This morning had been nice. Waking up to Soap and him in bed. Feeling his breath against his neck. A warm body in his arms.

Now if only he could track him down and then they could go get dinner.

He hopped down for the rock, thinking he saw two ears peeking out from the fur of one of the seals. They met eyes and it started to run away as quickly as possible.

Ghost started to chase after them, suddenly very glad Seals are very slow on land. This particular seal seemed a bit faster than the average seal but Ghost was faster. They raced through the sand and Ghost had to focus so he didn't exactly stumble in the sand.

Ghost caught the seal by its tail and it swung around as if to snap at him. He jumped back in case it attacked him. Despite his training, if he was wrong, the seal was still a wild animal and he didn't really want to fist fight a seal on a beach.

The seal looked up at him and he saw the telltale stripe and the ears poke up. Even like this, Ghost would know him anywhere.

"There you are, sweetheart." Ghost smiled at him and leaned over closer to him. He scratched the top of his head.

Soap reached up and bumped their noses together.

"You smell like fish."

Soap "roared". That may be the scientific name, but Ghost thought it looked more like when someone is about to sneeze and hasn't gotten it out yet. The sound wasn't much more impressive.

"You do. Did you eat already? I thought we were going to have dinner together."

Soap immediately ducked his head, looking up with giant baleful eyes.

"I forgive you, don't worry. Shift back for me?" He pet down Soap's soft fur, crouching down so they were close to each other. Soap slid his coat from his body, holding it around himself so he wouldn't be naked.

"Hey, love." Soap mumbled, voice a bit reedy and hoarse. Ghost kissed his cheek through the fabric on his skin.

"Let's go back. You can take a shower while I eat."

"Do I actually smell like fish??"

"Yes." Ghost laughed. "And ocean water. Though I don't hate that one as much."

Soap got up and stretched before grabbing on to his shirt, humming. "You should chase me more."

Ghost picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. "I personally prefer catching you."

Soap laughed and hugged his arms around him as he was carried.

[strange-little-spy]

Chapter Two -  – A week later, Greyhound Bus Lines Station, Alexandria VR – 11:27 a.m.

Summary: Addie meets her helper and winds up in the 1930's??

Warnings: none for this chapter! word count: 3,218 words

“Bus 67 leaving for Liberty University Campus at 11:30, boarding now.” The P.A. announced, starting Addie on her short walk from the waiting lot to the long bus that waited to take her on her next stage of life. Her backpack and duffle bag held her items so she could spend the next few weeks comfortably in a hotel until she could find an apartment or even live on campus if she really needed to.

“Have a good trip,” The attendant smiled at her as she passed and she thanked him before climbing the stairs onto the bus. The scent of worn leather seats wafted into her nose as she squeezed through the aisle before picking her seat a little past halfway down the bus. She stuffed her duffle bag under her seat and sat her backpack between her legs so she could access the items inside. Her allergy meds were on top, as usual as she rooted for her earbuds.

“There you are you rascals.”

So she spoke to inanimate objects, big whoop.

She popped them in, immediately turning on her oldies music. She thoroughly enjoyed 40’s and 50’s music, especially the big band songs, plus the bus really gave off the old time vibes.

She smiled and decided she would enjoy the trip.

She yelped softly when her head bumped against the window as the bus hit a bump a little too quickly, so much so that one of her earbuds fell out.

“Now where'd it go..?” She felt around herself and under her seat.

Nothing. She bent forward and checked the metal flooring and thankfully located it near the leg of the seat. She smiled and straightened up, looking out the window to see if they were there yet.

But what she saw outside the widow was quite surprising.

The bus station-- she assumed that’s where they were pulling into--was full of people and the building looked decades old, but not falling apart old, but more like a whole different style old. Almost like something you’d see out of a black-and-white movie.

But no, she was here and she was awake. Was she? She did bump her head but that was barely enough to bruise her. Was she going crazy?

She looked to her right where a young man was sitting, she had to pinch herself from yelping when she recognized the uniform he was wearing was from flipping WOLRD WAR TWO!?!?

It couldn’t be!

“You alright, miss?” The older lady behind her gingerly touched her arm, getting Addie’s attention. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“I-I’m not sure…” Addie replied, feeling very lost. “Where are we?”

“New York. I take it you had a long night and needed a catnap, hmm?”

“Yeah, I think.” Addie scrunched her brows, looking around. Everything looked retro, but the colors were real and very much alive, nothing like the aesthetics she would see online with the soft yellow undertones or the black-and-white pictures…

Then it hit her; she was back in the 1900’s.

“You gettin’ off, miss?” The driver asked, his northern accent shocking Addie. “I got some more rounds to make ‘fore quittin’ time.”

“Yeah, sorry-“ She grabbed her items and stepped kinda shakily off the bus, staring at everything.

“Hey, watch your step, ma’am.” The soldier from before caught her arm before she lost her balance on the final step. “Would you like me to take your things?”

“Uh, no thanks.” She shook her head, trying not to stare at him. He was so…different. His speech, the way he carried himself, it was all so old-fashion as her friends would call it. “I can manage.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He tipped his hat and walked away with a smile.

Addie was star-struck, she had never seen anyone act like that before in her entire life. It was almost as if he held her in high respects and he didn’t even know her name!

“Hey, wait a second there!” She called jogging after him. “This bus was supposed to go to Richmond! So why am I in New York??”

“Well, theres a good chance you might have gotten on the wrong bus.” He tried, scratching his eyebrow.

“No, I have my ticket right here.” She adjusted her backpack and fished her ticket out of her pocket, she had made sure to keep it handy. But what she pulled out of her jean pocket was not her ticket, it was a GreyHound line ticket, but it was for New York City, one way!

“What the heck?” She whispered.

“Ma’am, you shouldn’t use such strong language.” The soldier in front of her scolded, but his eyes sparkled at her words.

“What?” She looked up, confused. “I was supposed to go to Richmond, but I’m in New York!”

“Yes, ma’am, you are.” He nodded, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “So you can either go the clerk and buy a ticket for Richmond or you can find a place to stay overnight and make a fresh start in the morning.”

“But…I was going to Richmond,” Addie refused to believe it. There was no possible way she had gone from 2024 all the way back to 1940-something. Was the war even happening-?

“Thanks for your help, man." She smiled at the soldier before making a beeline for the newspaper stand where she knew she could find the date.

“If you want you can stay at my place tonight, I’m sure Ma and the other kids wouldn’t mind.” He followed her, offering a quarter for the paper.

Addie smiled and took the quarter, paying the boy for a paper and looking to the top for the date.

“April 6th, 1939?!” She blurted, already seeing spots in front of her eyes.

“Hey, are you feeling alright?” The soldier touched her arm again, stepping closer in case she fainted.

“I..I dunno..” She tried to find her phone but there was nothing in her pocket, not even her earbuds. It wouldn’t have been any use anyway, there was no signal and no way to charge it. “Its 1939?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The soldier nodded, his own faced etched with confusion and concern. “I think you outa come home with me, my ma can help you.” He took the duffle bag from her hand and slung it over his own shoulder.

“I-I really shouldn’t—“ Addie stuttered, not sure if this was a trap or not. But men in the 40’s, especially soldiers, wouldn’t just bring a girl home for things that should be left unsaid. Maybe this guy was sincere..

“C’mon, miss. I can’t just leave a pretty kid like you on the streets alone, besides, you ain’t got a place stay. We’ve always got an extra room. I’ll sleep on the porch and you can use my bed.”

Addie was struck dumb, here he was offering his own bed for her and he didn’t even know her…

How could you say no?

“Alright, you talked me into it.” She sighed, folding the newspaper and shoving it in her backpack. “I should probably know your name before I go home with you, though.”

“Lieutenant James.” He flashed a charming smile and offered his hand. “And may I know your lovely name?

“I’m Addie.” She smiled back, giving his hand a firm shake. “Army?”

“Marines, miss.” He winked proudly and motioned to the steps for her to go first. “Seventh division.”

“Really?” She fell in place beside him as he escorted her down the street, it wasn’t as busy as modern day New York, but the few cars that were on the road were absolutely massive and all metal too. Addie had only seen a few in D.C. and some in Memphis, Tennessee when she visited there for her senior year.

“Yes, ma’am.” Lieutenant James held his head high as he practically strutted down the sidewalk with Addie by his side. She could only imagine what his family would be like.

“You from Richmond?”

“No, I’m from Washington D.C.”

“No kidding? Holy smokes!”

“Its pretty fun, but…” Should she tell him she was from another century, much less that the United States was about to go to war in two years? He would be pleased to know they would win…

“But what?”

“I was so looking forward to Richmond.”

“Whats in Richmond?”

“Liberty University and a Forensics Science degree with a 5,000 dollar scholarship.” She kicked at the pebble, sending it plinking down the sidewalk.

“You’re going to college???” James turned to you, his eyebrows raised high.

“I mean, yeah.” She deadpanned. “I need an education to get a job.”

“Well, gosh, I mean you?”

Then she understood. Women didn’t go to college in the 30’s, much less took jobs in forensics unless it was a secretary.

“Oh-, well um..”

“No, no, I’m impressed, Addie. I really am. That’s high dollar if you were accepted. More power to you.” 

“Thanks, Lieutenant.” She smiled at the ground, but she looked up again to stare at the houses. Some of them were new, some of them were really old and could have used a do-over. But the one at the end of the street was flat out gorgeous. White-washed siding and a beautiful wrap-around porch with black shutters and a lovely off-white door. The window’s had cream colored shades inside and the lawn was a wonderful shade of green.

“Oh, its so cute!” She smiled.

“You like it?” The lieutenant grinned. “I wanted it until the old lady bought it. But it looks like with the war in Europe I might be heading off soon.” He said bittersweetly. “Man, is Katie gonna have a cow.”’

Addie snickered at the term, she hadn’t heard it before but it was quite appropriate for him.

“Does your family live on this street?”

“Right down the next block,” He pointed to the stop sign a few hundred feet away where a gang of kids were playing catch it looked like in the street. Addie could hear their shouts all the way from where she was.

“My little sister is the one in the green,” James pointed to the girl who looked to be around twelve with a backwards baseball cap on over her red hair, her green shirt was covered in dirt along with her jeans.

“Oh my,” Addie snickered. “Whats her name?”

“McKenzie, but we just call her Mickey.”

“That’s cute”

“And there’s Rebecca, she's the one refereeing, but she’s called Rikki. Her brother lives in Brooklyn.”

The name lit off a bulb in Addie’s mind, Rikki was a nickname for a certain character’s little sister, she just couldn’t place it—

“They certainly look like they’re having fun.” Addie smiled as they turned the corner onto another street.

“They always do. As long as they’re outside then Ma don’t mind.” James smirked as he glanced at her.

When they reached the house,  it looked rather small but once the lieutenant opened the door and called for his Ma, the room seemed twice as big as it looked from the outside.

Addie glanced around, taking in as many details as she could. It was cluttery, simply well-loved. As if many people made thousands of memories in this house.

“Willy!” An older woman, probably mid 40’s rushed into the room, wrapping her arms around the young man’s neck and giving him a kiss. “Why didn’t you call from the station?? I thought you’d never get here!”

“I’m sorry, Ma. I got a little side-tracked.” Willy smiled and looked to Addie. “Ma, this is Addie, she could use a place to stay tonight. I think she meant to get on the bus for Richmond instead of New York.”

“Oh, you poor dearie!” Ma took Addie’s hand. “Of course you can stay here! Willy, get the young ladies things and take them to Joseph’s room, he can sleep in Henry’s room with him.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lieutenant Willy took Addie’s backpack and duffle bag and bolted up the stairs.

“Now come in here and tell me about yousself.” Ma pulled Addie into the kitchen and set her down at the table. The smell of something cooking in the oven made Addie smile.

“Well, it’s a crazy story.” She shook her head in disbelief. “So much has happened, I just don’t know if its all real!”

“Willy’s a good boy, he’ll take care of you, honey.”

“Oh, no!” She laughed. “We’re not a thing, he just offered me a place to stay, I’m not even looking right now.”

“Oh bless me!” She put her hand on her bosom. “You mean he hasn’t taken a liking toward you?”

“No, ma’am. I was a little tipsy at the bus stop and he just helped me, that’s all. I didn’t even know his first name was Willy until you said it.”

“Oh-! Well, then, do you need to get to Richmond tonight??”

“I’m…” She paused. “I’m not sure.” Her hand played with the ticket between her fingers. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think what I was going there for even exists…”

“Now, don’t look so sad, young’un.” Ma patted Addie’s hand as she sat down, setting a plate of cookies on the checkered tables cloth. “Eat yourself some of those, you’ll feel better.”

Addie couldn’t do anything but smile and take a bite from the cookies. They were less sweeter than she expected, but that would account for the Depression’s effect on everyone. Sugar was probably a rarity back then- or…right now. She still couldn’t quite wrap her mind around it.

“Well, you can stay here as long as you like, honey. Maybe you’ll warm up to Willy.” Ma smiled mischeviously and patted Addie’s hand again as Willy opened the door and poked his head inside.

“Am I being nosy?” He smirked before his ma waved him inside.

“Get in here! Addie is thinking of staying with us a little longer, Willy.”

“Well- I didn’t really say that, but thank you for the offer. I really don’t know how I got here and where I should go now.”

“Where you from, darling? Are your parents in Richmond?”

“I’m from D.C., but my mom…I-..” She trailed off. How on earth was she supposed to work this out?? For all she knew, this woman could have been her great-great grandmother.

“Have another cookie, sweetheart. You’re always welcome here anytime.” Ma touched her shoulder, her eyes softening.

“I’m not an orphan or anything,” Addie shook her head. “But I lived on my own and I haven’t seen my dad for..oh, five years? He was deployed for combat a long time ago and we got news that he went missing in action.”

“Aw, honey. I’m so sorry.” Ma frowned. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Addie nodded slowly. She wasn’t exactly close with her dad, but she did miss him. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Dinner should be soon, you two. Joseph!” Ma stood up and called out the screen door.

“Yeah, Ma??” A young boy called back.

“Would you go tell Mickey and Danny dinner is almost ready?”

“On it!” Joseph went to do the chore as Willy cleaned off the plate of cookies.

“Holy cow, mom, your cookies got better!”

“William!”

“She hasn’t been able to bake worth her life for the last three years.” Willy grinned at Addie who grinned and shook her head.

“And you’ve been the one to suffer, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” He groaned before his mom smacked his.

He laughed as Addie snickered into her hand. And then it hit her.

“Is there a library around here?” She hit her palms on the table top.

“Well, sure there’s on downtown.” Willy thumbed in the direction indicated.

“Dinner’s almost ready!” Ma objected.

“I’m sorry, but I have to check something and I don’t know how long I have.” Addie stood up and turned to Willy. “Will you please take me there?”

“Sure, but right now?”

“I have to check something.”

“Alright,” Willy shrugged and stood up.

“I’ll keep your dinner warm.”

“Thanks, Ma.” Willy waved before he opened the door for Addie, who quickly strode  toward the street.

“So what so important, kid?” Willy jogged to catch up with her. “You look like my sargent on patrol.”

“I want to look someone up, but I’m not sure if it’ll be there.”

“You sure are some girl.” He laughed and shook his head.

New York Public Library, 3:45 p.m.

Addie didn’t really know where to start except to ask the lady at the desk with the glasses that could have fried ants within seconds.

“Excuse me,” She leaned against the high desk, keeping her voice low. “How do I look up ancestry?”

“Last name?”

“Jeannes. Two ‘N’s.”

“Follow me, please.” She smiled softly before appearing from around the desk and taking her around the aisles and aisles of books, it smelled like books in there along with a touch of warm air from outside. Willy followed her closely as the lady took Addie to a line of filing cabinets.

“’J’ through ‘K’ is in this drawer,” She pulled open the cabinet and began to finger through the files. “Here we are.” She smiled as she handed the correct file to Addie. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No, thanks.” Addie shook her head and began to spread the papers on the table in the middle of the room. “But I might have some more questions later on.”

“Alright, I’ll be at the desk then.” The lady smiled and pushed her glasses up her nose before silently stalking off back to her post.

“So who are we looking for?” Willy leaned over the chair, his elbows resting on the back.

“A man name Isiah Jones, he married my grandmother and then his daughter divorced her first husband and then married my dad.”

“Jones, Jones..” Willy looked over the first paper he picked up. “I think I heard of a Jones in my unit, but I doubt he’s the one you’re looking for.”

“What makes you say that?”

“He’s a Korean.” Willy smirked.

Addie rolled her eyes and shook her head, sitting down and studying the papers before her. If she could find her grandfather, she could find a place to stay…that is if she could explain her existence.

“Got him.” Willy slid the paper across the table as Addie grabbed it.

“Isiah Jones, married to Camile Jones, maiden name Rogers—“ Hang on.

“Hey, um, do me a favor and pull the Rogers file for me.”

“Alrighty.” Willy stood up and began to look for the file. “Another relation, I take it?”

“Not this time, but I think I just figured something out…” Addie poured over her grandfather’s family before Willy set the file beside her.

She attacked it, looking for the name she so desperately needed to find.

“Rogers, Rogers… Aha, Sarah and Joseph Rogers! Theres no way!!”

“Silence, please!” An old man hissed from the hallway.

Addie blushed but couldn’t help the grin of excitement that spread across her face.

“There is no freaking way..” She breathed, touching her cheeks. “So lets see….I have to stay three years, that’s all.”

“What?” Willy squinted.

“Okay, do you know Steve Rogers?”

“Uh, I think I’ve met him once and that was through Bucky, Rikki’s brother.”

Addie let out another squeal, absolutely enthralled. Not only was she dropped in the middle of an international crisis, she has been dropped the Marvel Universe!! God bless Stephen Strange.

thank you for reading 🥰✌️ Dividers by @strangergraphics

prompt by @the-superoriginal

written by yours truly, all relation to actual people are purely coincidental but I may have written Addie's personality of of a friend of mine.. haha 😆

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[made-nondescript]

hooked on ur redscape superhero au would love to hear any other ideas u had for them. they are so silly <3 everyones sideeyeing mumbo like uh huh. hm. thats so weird anyway...

HI yes I've been thinking about it on and off all day LOL

It starts so fanfiction meet-cute. Poor overworked Mumbo who would never have any time for romance in his life has everything turned on its head when one day when walking back from work he's caught in the middle of a horrible villain attack. Not just that -- he's captured! Briefly, of course, before Hotguy rescues him.

Mumbo just about dies, right then and there. How pathetic would that have been? Has it really been that long since someone held him? (Yes. It has.)

When Hotguy sets him down he does his typical pull down of his glasses to give Mumbo a little wink and Mumbo almost faints, missing the look of genuine intrigue and affection on Hotguy's face.

Naturally, Mumbo becomes immediately and deeply infatuated with him. Hotguy symbolizes a fantastical escape from Mumbo's kinda shit life. His hours are long, his work isn't that fulfilling, and his roommate is LOUD and back at weird hours of the night, always bumping into things and waking him up. In his head, he lets Hotguy steal him away from that all....

Mumbo obviously thinks he's delusional for this. Hotguy does NOT think about him, because he's just some frazzled student who could hardly say thank you to the guy! But he gets to be a bit parasocial, as a treat. At least until his lease is up.

But Scar does think of him -- a lot. A cringe amount, for a superhero. It's inevitable they run into each other again and Hotguy offers to walk him home. From that moment forward it's over for both of them.

The decision to keep their eventual relationship private is a mutual one -- Scar doesn't want to subject Mumbo to that kind of press, nor does Mumbo really want to deal with it. Of course -- Mumbo emphasizes -- Scar would be worth it, but he would rather not.

A bit torn on where Grian is in this. He's either Cuteguy/another hero, or an extremely hero-critical reporter. Either way, he's definitely Mumbo's roommate who Mumbo is desperate to keep his fantasies/relationship private from.

There's a Mumscarian path here, too. If Grian is Cuteguy, he starts bothering Mumbo as Cuteguy to try and scare him off of Hotguy in an effort to keep Scar somewhat focused on his job. If he is a reporter, he wants to use his roommate's apparent relationship with a superhero to get some kind of dirt on the guy, because there's no way someone like that is all good. He's probably an asshole, Grian thinks.

ALSO a potential socmed angle which is sooo self indulgent for me specifically. I love you outsider pov social media fics. Would involve Mumbo and Scar's relationship leaking and ruining Mumbo's whole entire time because now he can't leave the house without someone stopping him on the street and asking about how Hotguy Really is. Plus sooo many unsolicited opinions about Scar's taste in men. Somewhat warranted.

oopsie. lots of thoughts. thank you for the ask anon :]

[silverwhitedove]

“Flowers for my Moon.”

Classmate!Scaramouche x GN!Reader

Angst

——PROLOUGE——

Another day in your life doesn't mean anything. You would always walk to school, not desiring to anger your mother. You never truly wanted to anger her, but it seems that for every move you make, she will always find a way to point out a mistake, even if there wasn't even a mistake. Moreover, she would constantly try to make you feel bad, and not one time did it not work. And you always felt bad for it, even though none of it was your fault. However, who was she to blame? You were just a child, and you were her own child.

You were lost in your own thoughts while walking to school, not looking where you were going. This day doesn't seem to differ from all the other days, it's always the same. You weren't feeling well again today, due to your mother offering to bring you to school. Knowing that it wouldn't come to a good end, you just politely declined her offer. And of course, she didn't take it so lightly. She kept accusing you of "hating" on her, she even said that you were just making her feel bad, making her feel as if she wasn't a good mother. You didn't want to anger her, you just wanted a good end, but it seems like you've failed. You only felt worse by thinking of it more.

Being so lost in your own thoughts, you bumped into someone while walking to school, making you fall on your behind. You were about to apologize and walk away, but then you recognized him. Sitting on the ground, you looked up at him and didn't move an inch, rendering you speechless. You looked like a statue and a fool on the ground. It was him. Your crush. Your classmate. The love of your life, Scaramouche! Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your soul leave your body as he turned around to face you while glaring.

"I... uhm... uh—" With a quick silent sorry, you immediately got up, snatching your bag away from the ground before running away. Hopefully, he heard your silent sorry, otherwise it would've been embarassing to face him for the whole day today.

It's 6:28 AM, and you've arrived at your destination, your school, your classroom. School starts at 7:00 AM, so you were quite early. Students were barely seen at that time, the only students in your room was you and your friend, Nilou. But who cares? Being early is a flex. Plus, you could even use your phone while waiting for class to start, something that you often couldn't do. But you were sweating and gasping for air, due to all the running and climbing the stairs, especially when your classroom is on the third floor. So obviously, you sat down on the first chair that you saw, took your time to catch your breath, taking five minutes off from your free time.

6:33 AM. You've finally caught your breath, and you weren't sweating anymore. But you couldn't lift a finger. Considering that you weren't much of an athlete, you had little to no stamina. 'It's 6:33 AM. No harm in taking a small nap, hehe...' You thought. But just as you were about to close your eyes, someone tapped on your shoulder, making you jolt up in surprise. All the tiredness left your body. Hell, even your heart almost leapt out of your body. "Gah! Nilou?! Don't scare me like that..." You were about to turn your head when— Ah. It's him. You didn't see or hear him enter the room before! What is he? A ghost? You felt your heart skip a beat as you felt your soul leave your body once again. You even looked like a lifeless statue again.

'What does this guy want now... Maybe it's me?! Omg, he wants me fr' You thought, even imagining an emoji with heart eyes. "Oh hi." With a simple hi, an hour conversation could start! You better get you hopes up, because this is definitely going to be good. A smile made its way to your clueless face, genuinely thinking that he would want to talk to you.

"Move. You're in my chair." He wasn't glaring at you like earlier, he just had that usual scowl on his face.

Oh.

You were clearly devastated. So devastated that you were in a state of shock, causing you to only stare at his gorgeous face with a hopeless and baffled look on your face, and to stay still like a statue. You were slightly hurt by his words, also causing you to make a weird surprised face at him.

"What's with that weird face? I said move."

[heeheesang]

hurt...

slow dance ☆°`~

"dude, there's no way you're actually having a so called fan sign with fans if you win all your matches this round." heeseung laughed and agreed, not even believing a single word his coach said.

"by the way, are you coming for later's practice?" heeseung asked me as he leaned onto the locker next to mine, waiting for my answer before we went for maths.

"hm, should i? i'm too lazy though,"

"i'll buy you samyang,"

"deal." he laughed at me before we walked to class together, his arm climbing up around my shoulder but i pushed it away saying that i was uncomfortable with him.

he made a weird face, "but you're fine when sunghoon does that,"

"because! heeseung, one of the girls i know and are close to likes you, i feel bad and it's like breaking girl code.."

"don't be like that, kyo, you aren't breaking anything but my heart." i slapped his arm playfully as he suddenly started fake crying.

"seriously though! we've been doing it ever since we got close," heeseung fought back and i sighed loudly, shaking my head, "maybe until i get another answer from her? and plus, this is why people think we're together."

"let them think that," he walked on a little faster and i felt bad, did i really break his heart or what?

i caught on with his pace and held onto his pinky, i mean it's the least i could do to make him a little happy. entering class, i was greeted by chaewon and rei while heeseung was greeted by his seat mate, karina.

"kyo! where were you?"

"i was in the toilet then i bumped into heeseung so,"

"and where's your scandal?"

"oh my god, stop it rei! i'll literally kick you,"

"sunghoon's not coming today."

"how'd you know chaewon? ooo~~"

chaewon slapped both of us on the arms before teacher walked into class and i was left alone since sunghoon didn't come to school. i was about to fall asleep when someone knocked on the class window right next to me and i saw jungwon.

"won?"

"kyo!"

"what're you doing—"

"i missed you, let me be. plus, i ended class already."

"that's good for you..? and i missed you too, won."

"where's hee hyung? i thought you sat with— oh.."

"yeah, oh."

i spent almost half the time talking to jungwon at the window and half the time sleeping after jungwon left. thank goodness for chaewon and rei, if not i would've still been sleeping in class. now was break so we all gathered at the table and chaewon and rei were already bullying heeseung.

"your bodyguards are scary, kyojin."

"woops!" i laughed and leaned into him accidentally as i laughed, he smiled and i immediately got off him, but slowly of course.

"kyojin?" i heard a voice from behind me.

"karina!"

"could i talk to you in the toilet?"

i nodded my head, bringing my phone and wallet along with me. i followed her in the toilet only to be greeted by three more girls as they cornered me into a cubicle.

"i thought i told you i like heeseung?"

"yeah..."

"yeah..? that's all you can say? and i've seen it way too many times by now, you're stealing him away from me."

"this is all an misunderstanding karina—"

"this should be an misunderstanding too. stay away from heeseung or another misunderstanding will happen."

with that, her three friends pushed me on the floor and grabbed my hair, kicking my body and leaving bruises on my body and legs. i just sat on the floor and let them do whatever as i shed a few tears.

i never knew karina was like this, have i gone overboard? maybe i have, but heeseung's my friend too. my best friend. i can't just leave him again like that, how am i supposed to even return to class with all these bruises on my body.

i can't tell jungwon, hanni or changmin about this, it'll ruin their friendship with her and i already ruined my friendship with her, i can't let them do the same thing did.

after what felt like an hour, they finally left the toilet. i cried silently in the cubicle, not even able to stand up because of how painful it was. my phone was ringing and dinging, what do i even say if they see my bruises?

"kang kyojin! we know you're in here!" chaewon and rei's voice rang in my ears and i cried even harder, they came to find me?

"must be this one, kyojin open the door or i'll slide under it." chaewon threatened and i used all my forces to slide to the door and open it.

"oh my fucking god."

they immediately rushed to my sides and placed an arm each around their shoulder while i cried and looked down. they brought me out of the toilet and to the nurses office while chaewon mumbled about coming after karina.

"welcome— oh no," the nurse took me from them and placed me on the little bed thing, asking rei to close the door.

"is it okay if you lift you shirt up a little?" i nodded, pulling up my shirt to my stomach as she applied some cream onto the open wounds, i winced and squeezed rei's hand.

"who did this to you, kyojin?!" chaewon yelled in frustration and i let out a few more tears, "i... i fell in the toilet."

"i'm not dumb, kyojin?! did karina do this? or her minions?! which one!" rei left as soon as the nurse was done applying cream and calmed chaewon down as the nurse applied cream to my bruises on my thighs and legs.

"karina... her three friends..." i let out silently, rei listening and trying to get me to spill more.

"she threatened me... if i don't stay away from heeseung, she'll do this again.. but heeseung's my best friend and i can't just..."

"i understand, kyo... chaewon calm down and we'll talk about this with them."

"no... please don't tell them."

"well what are you gonna say if they ask you then..?"

"i'll just say, i fell while trying a new dance."

a/n : karina villian arc?

fifteen | seventeen

chapters

[miagwynwrites]

The Dog

Genre: it's a lil spooky nothing horrible :)

CW: none

Length: 1k+

Summary: a bump in the night ruins your movie night

Pairings: hamin x female reader

A/N: horror hahaha I’m kidding it’s just a fun lil story. No warnings or anything this time but I did want a title. I just decided on making one more Halloween themed fic cause I just had to for my sweet Hamin. So here <3 Tagging: @atinystaypixie @13th-floor-in-moonstone 🦬

“What’s that horrible noise?”

“It’s coming from the basement. I’m going to take a look. If I don’t come back run far away as fast as you can and don’t look back.”

“Oh please I beg of you! Please don’t go! Don’t leave me, let me go with you!”

“I said run far do you understand me?! Don’t look back!”

“Oh my god this is so dramatic. Doesn’t he know not to go in the basement? That’s where the monster is what a dumbass.” You said throwing a handful of popcorn at the tv.

“Must you ruin the movie babe? It’s old it’s supposed to be stupid.” Hamin said throwing popcorn at you. You turned to him and rolled your eyes beginning to laugh. You and your boyfriend Hamin had sat down to watch some horror movies for Halloween and he picked the worst one you’ve ever seen. “I’m sorry this movie just sucks. I mean when was it even made? Before logic existed?” You asked before yawning.

“Uh I think the 70’s? It was one of the greatest horror movies ever made apparently. Everything being black and white except for the blood adds to the effect of horror. You’re ruining it.” Hamin said putting popcorn in his mouth. You smiled and snuggled closer into Hamin.

“Maybe we should just cuddle and kiss instead huh? I have a few bags of candy I got we could eat and” you were cut off when Hamin shoved a handful of popcorn in your mouth. You glared at him but only for a second. The popcorn was just so good honestly Hamin was like a popcorn making pro. Plus he had the cutest smile on his face watching your reaction. “Just watch the movie babe.”

The further on the movie went the more spooky and unsettling it actually got. Some scene had you hiding behind the pillow from the couch. Hamin wrapped his arm around you to comfort you. Both of you were pretty into the movie. All of a sudden you heard a noise causing you to jump dropping the bowl of popcorn. “H-Hamin, w-what was that?” You asked grabbing onto his arm.

“I don’t know. Stay here.” He said standing up.

“Oh hell no I’m going with you.” You said latching onto his sweater. You two slowly made your way to the kitchen where you heard the noise coming from. You heard it again upon approaching the window that sat above the sink. You clung tighter to Hamin’s arm. The damn moonlight shone on your boyfriend’s face as he pushed his glasses up and he looked so beautiful you weren’t paying attention to the noise until you heard it again. You screamed and Hamin started laughing.

“Babe I’m sorry but look.” He said pulling you over to the window. You started laughing seeing the tree branch hitting the window in the wind. “Oh my god ok I guess that’s pretty funny. Let’s go continue the movie. You and Hamin made your way back into the living room and you picked up the pieces of popcorn that fell on the floor and sat them in the bowl on the side table. Cuddling into Hamin he pulled the throw off the side of the couch and placed it over your legs. You laid with your head against his chest holding his hand.

For the most part the movie had settled down a bit. There was a few more mild deaths and it was getting to the climax of the movie. You were squeezing Hamin’s hand tight so caught up in the movie. “Is it too scary for you? Are you alright?” He asked caressing the side of your face. You ignored him until you saw a scene that really spooked you. You immediately hid in Hamin’s chest grabbing the soft material of his sweater. “Is it over yet?” You asked shaking.

“No, I’ll let you know when it is.” He said pulling you into him softly petting the back of your head. You could hear the sounds in the movie and it was really bothering you.

“Do you want me to turn it off? He asked you. You shook your head. “No, you can finish watching it I’ll just stay here. Where it’s safe.” You sat in his arms a little longer, peaking out every once in a while to see if the movie was over yet. The natural smell of Hamin on his sweater was comforting.

“Ok love, it’s over now.” As soon as you raised up you heard another noise that had you back in his chest. “Hamin did you hear that?” You asked voice shaky. “I didn’t.” He said turning the movie off. “That movie really scared you didn’t it?” He asked.

“I swear I heard someone.” When you heard it again you looked at Hamin. Hamin pushes his glasses up again. “Babe, remember the tree? I’m sure it’s nothing. Stay here this time okay? I’ll be right back.” Hamin put the blanket back on you and you wrapped yourself up in it cuddling into the pillow you had previously hid behind. You watched Hamin go into the kitchen again. He looked at the window left the kitchen into the next room and back out towards you. He stopped in front of the back door and looked at you when you heard the same noise again. Hamin stepped toward the door peaking out.

“W-What is it?” You asked sitting up on the couch. Hamin grabbed the door handle and slowly opened the door. You heard something and then a blur entered the house knocking Hamin to the ground. His glasses falling off his face. You rushed over to him a sigh of relief being lifted of your chest.

“It’s just Clara.” Hamin said as you handed him his glasses. You helped him up and both watched as the fluffy cloud with legs trotted into the living room stopping to sniff the carpet for any popcorn you missed. She looked up at you and cheerfully barked before making herself at home on the couch. You and Hamin giggled on the way back to the couch. You snuggled next to Clara her head immediately resting on your lap. “Let’s watch something else huh? Maybe less scary?” Hamin suggested.

That’s about it. It wasn’t super spooky tho I just wanted to write something with Hamin where you can cuddle with him cause I am Hamin starved haha :( I miss him a lot :(

[wooahaes]

sweet like chocolate

pairing: non-idol!elementary school teacher!seungkwan x gn!elementary school teacher!reader

prompt: hot chocolate.

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: food mention!

daisy’s notes: tell me seungkwan wouldn’t be a cute teacher tbh.

Seungkwan was almost positive you’d be a little annoyed with him by the time he got back with your cups of hot chocolate.

Every single year, the school had a small winter festival for the kids. It was usually a way to raise money with the kids getting their own tickets for free, and their parents being able to buy additional ones--plus they could put in money for the cake walk that the other teachers were running. Seungkwan, by some stroke of luck (likely due to the fact your classrooms were right next to one another), ended up partnered up with you to run a little fishing game for the kids. He’d help you hang up the shimmery blue curtain in front of the door, low enough that the makeshift fishing rod would be able to be cast over (with some help from him and the parent volunteer). One of you would be on the other side, sticking small toy prizes (ducks or little toy bears that could fit one’s palm--tiny things) onto the “hook” (magnets that you’d be able to pull off once the kid caught their prize). It was just a small game, but the kids seemed like it and that was what mattered in the end.

With a parent to take over his role for a bit, he promised you he’d bring hot chocolate when his ten minute break was over. The building was cold, and he liked the way your eyes lit up at the promise of hot chocolate.

Which... was why he was two minutes late at this point. The hot chocolate booth had been across the school, and Seungkwan was taking his time to make sure he didn’t spill a drop because the drink was dispensed into lidless styrofoam cups. He’d lodge a complaint with Jeonghan next year to do something safer, especially with a hot liquid that children would be drinking. Sure, they hadn’t had any incidents yet (and from the sip Seungkwan took, the hot chocolate wasn’t too hot), but it meant he had to walk slow enough to not bump into any wandering kids.

Yet when he came back, you were sitting on the outside, the parent volunteer inside hooking the toys (the easier job, he’d learned, since whoever was outside had to basically wrangle kids into sitting still long enough to get their prize). Your hands covered the tiny tot’s as you built excitement with your words, and he smiled to himself for a moment.

There was a reason Vernon kept telling him that he should just shoot his shot and ask you out despite the fact Seungkwan denied having any feelings for you. The look in his eyes, soft and warm and completely enamored with how gentle you were, was enough to say it. He watched the way you helped pull the line back in, gasping in fake awe at the little blue duck that was stuck to the end of it. He watched the way you easily plucked the glued-on magnet off of the toy, shoving it into your pocket before handing the toy to the excited kid, who immediately turned and showed it to his mom. The mom took her son’s hand and guided him away with a smile before lifting him up into her arms, and Seungkwan finally returned to you.

You beamed at the hot chocolate in his hands, taking your cup and thanking him. “It’s freezing in here,” you said. “I know it’s because Seungcheol didn’t want the building to get too hot, but not a ton of people are here...” 

Which wasn’t wrong--the two of you had one of few booths set up in this hallway. Therefore, you didn’t get too many people as a result. You had enough that your box of toys was running low, but not enough to warrant how cold the building was.

“My scarf is on my desk,” he said, “You can have it if you want.”

Borrow. He meant borrow. But you merely shook your head, smiling, “That’s sweet of you, but I’m fine.” You leaned back against the wall, “My love for the kids keeps me warm.”

Cheesy, but that was why Seungkwan was totally-not-in-love with you. Liked. He liked you. Maybe, if someone were to pose the word “crush” to him, he’d say that fit, too. But love? He didn’t want to confess to that yet. He’d let his heart hold onto that one a little longer. Instead, he’d let you reduce him down to a schoolboy again: heart fluttering in his chest as he wondered if your lips were as soft as they looked. His heart would leap into his throat whenever your hand brushed against his own, too.

Chan had called out your name as he was strolling past with one of the cakes that he was meant to be taking to the gymnasium, stealing one glance at Seungkwan before turning his sights back on you. “Are you free this weekend?”

Chan smiled. “There’s a cafe we could go to. It has nice dessert. And better hot chocolate than that,” he nodded toward your cup. “If you want--”

“I’m going out with Seungkwan on Saturday,” you had said, still smiling that polite smile Seungkwan was used to seeing you with.

Seungkwan’s eyes went wide at the sudden proclamation and his mind raced. Shit, did he agree to go somewhere with you? He would have remembered that, wouldn’t he? Surely, he would have told Vernon, and Vernon would have teased him over it a little because he was so enamored with you--

“Ah,” Chan said, still smiling as he took a few steps backward down the empty hall. “About time,” he turned, calling back “Have fun!” as he quickly made his way back to the gym.

Seungkwan turned to you the moment that Chan was out of earshot, “We didn’t have plans.”

“Are you free?” You asked, still smiling that cute smile at him.

“Yes?”

“Then,” your eyes were sparkling as you turned to face him fully, “go out with me.”

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[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny. 

TW: Yandere themes, breeding kink (our villain is ready to make the reader a mommy), dub con 

AN: literally just took Hero All Might and flipped him upside down. So baseline form is big buff boi and villain form is lanky but retains the strength.

Single father with a nine month old child, seeking live in nanny services. Negotiable pay. Negotiable time off/vacation days.

Toshinori was impressed with your interview. You had over 8 years of experience working with children between babysitting and working at a day care. Plus Izuku took to you immediately. It was just a bonus that you were easy on the eyes.

You agreed to begin immediately, trying not to let on that you were in desperate need of money and a place to stay. You didn't have much to move in. And, in comparison to the huge room you had been given, it seemed like you owned even less. You figured your new boss must get paid well. His house was huge, the largest you'd ever been in.

Your room was next to baby Izuku's. Settling in to a routine with the baby was easy. You weren't sure exactly what your employer did for a living, his schedule was sporadic, he would be in and out throughout the day. Whenever he was available he would stop by to love on the infant. It was clear that he was doing his best as a single parent, but house keeping wasn't his strong suit. You tried your best to help out with the chores and grocery shopping, after all he was paying you graciously and giving you a roof over your head.

The only bump in the road so far has been getting Toshinori's permission to take the little one on walks through the nearby park. According to the father, errands were one thing but what was the point of going to park? Izuku can't even walk, there wouldn't be any benefit. Eventually you convinced him, after rambling about how good it is for babies to be exposed to different levels of stimulation. You could show Izuku the ducks and dogs, plus he could see all the pretty spring time flowers.

The older man was worried, he feared that his child, and you for that matter, would be targeted by his enemies. Plenty of low life's would love to make a move against the notorious villain. But you wore down his resolve. So long as you would tell him before you went. Thankfully he could play it off as being a bit of a helicopter dad. He always has a spare crony he could send out there to watch over you two.

---

"What are you both doing," your bosses laugh filled the air.

You were in a very flattering position, palms on the floor stretching through your hips, ass hiked up with a tempting arch to your back. Then you pushed yourself forward, giving the giggling baby raspberries before returning to your original position.

"Baby yoga!" You smiled, oblivious to the growing bulge in the villains pants. "Right now we're doing downward facing dog and cobra."

He watched you cycle through the motions, hypnotized by your movements.

You took such good care of him and his baby. Ever since you got here you went above and beyond (very plus ultra of you). You even packed his meals to go when he had to rush off to a job. And you did it all with a smile and his kid bouncing away at your feet. The man allowed his mind to drift to the thought of you with his babies, Izuku on your hip and your round belly ready to pop.

You made an amazing nanny but you would make an even better housewife.

---

It wasn't until a week after Izuku's birthday that you learned about your bosses occupation. You were at the park and a stranger approached you to coo over Izuku.

"Such a little cutie, this is Toshi's kid, right?"

That caught you off guard, how did this person know Toshinori? You knew he was a protective dad and there something about this woman felt off.

"Well, either way, this is for you," she smiled as she passed you a manila envelope. "A little birdie wants you to have it."

You skeptically eyed the parcel as the woman disappeared through the park. You shoved it into Izuku's diaper bag before rushing back home.

You decided to peek into the envelope after settling 'Zuku down for the night. You curled onto the chair in his nursery, using his nightlight too sift through the documents. Various photos of Toshinori, your employer, amongst high profile criminals. Photos of the most terrifying villain among his infamous exploits. And finally a piece of paper with a single web address and access code. This was the most damning piece of evidence, All Might - the villain himself - joking amongst his companions before transforming into the man you knew as Izuku's father. Without this video you would have never even guessed. All Might was known for his unassuming nature, his slender frame concealing his god-like strength. Still he looked terrifying, like make children cry type terrifying. Toshinori on the other hand was massive but his sunny attitude made him approachable. For all these months you had been working for a criminal. A criminal with a child. You had been living with him, laughing and raising a baby, taking care of him and his family. Oh god, your late night fantasies of your boss, a total DILF, were fantasies of a sadistic monster.

The betrayal and shame brought you to tears. You should call the cops. Take Izuku far away from this place, from being exposed to his fathers atrocities. But you were torn, he was a good dad, he always put his son first and provided him with only the best. He would tear the world apart for Izuku even if he had to put a target on your back. You shook as you muffled your cries, trying not to wake the baby you cared so much for. Eventually you wrote yourself out, falling asleep in the nursery.

By the time Toshinori made it home it was close to two in the morning. As usual he tip toed into his sons room, shocked to find you curled up in the rocker asleep. He was quiet, surprisingly more so than in his slender form. As you made his way to wake you he was surprised to see your phone still unlocked, you had fallen to sleep with that video on loop. Underneath your phone was the envelope, he didn't need to look to know what was inside. He hadn’t woken either of you, managing to shut off your phone and pick you up with or so much as a peep. He decided rather quickly that he would wait for you to make the first move. At least in the mean time he could pretend you didn't care about his lifestyle and that you wouldn't try to leave him or his son.

"Toshinori," you mumbled as he was about to settle you into your bed. You were half asleep and groggy from crying.

"Go back to sleep, darling, it's late," he paused to sway with you, just like he did when putting down 'Zuku for a nap. He was shocked that it worked and finally escaped your room. You let him lull you back to sleep, further affirming his belief that you would stay.

---

The next morning you creeped downstairs. Izuku wasn't in his crib, meaning Toshinori was him. You found them both in the kitchen. The sight of the pair would usually warm your body but now shivers radiated down your spine.

"Look who's up, buddy, say good morning," he bounced the child, beaming like the happiest father.

Taking a deep breath you decided to rip off the band aid. "Mr Toshinori, I have to resign."

His pause was so long you wondered if he heard you.

"Did the video upset her that much, Zuzu?"

He looked at you with the same warmth he always did. "There's no need to be formal, you were fine calling me Toshi just the other day. Take a seat, I made pancakes, just like you like'em."

You complied, his unchanged demeanor intimidating you into submission.

"There's no need for you to quit," he started. "Nothing has changed aside from your level of awareness."

"I can't work for you knowing that you hurt people."

At that his smile faltered, "Darling, if you truly felt that way, you wouldn't be here. You would've slipped out early this morning."

You were silent. He was right, in a way. Trapped between what was right and what was best for Izuku. You'd never be able to do anything about your boss's criminal activity, even if you did and All Might was locked away, Izuku would suffer the most.

"Give yourself a few days to adjust, okay? If you still want to quit after that, we can reassess."

There's was a glint in his eyes that hinted he wasn't asking.

---

"I'll be back this evening," Toshinori told you a as he kissed Izuku's forehead. He was uncomfortably close as he returned the baby to your lap. "There's plenty of groceries so you don't need to go out today. I have a coworker out front, so don’t worry if you see someone outside."

"What are they doing?"

He placed a hand on the top of your hair, petting you like some cat.

"He'll just keep an eye on things. I need someone to make sure you stay put."

---

A week flew by with your employer pushing off the discussion of your resignation. He wouldn’t leave you unsupervised so just walking away wasn’t an option, besides could you really leave Izuku? 

Then the child came down with some type of bug and was absolutely miserable for several days. You couldn’t get much sleep as a result, even if his father was home for most of the day. 

---

Izuku finally fell asleep around three in the morning. You napped beside his crib out of fear he would wake up if you so much as changed positions.

Then you woke in Toshi's arms as he carried you down the hall.

"Where are we going," You whined, anxious to be away from the child.

"I told you to rest, instead I find you in the nursery."

"'Zuku is sick-"

"But he's asleep, there are baby monitors, not that he won't wake the whole city up with his cries. You've been up for nearly two days with him, time for bed."

But he wasn't taking you to your room. Instead he dropped you on to his bed.

"What are you doing?" You snapped.

"I don't need you sneaking back. I can keep an eye on you here. I'll take care of him if he starts crying." He rolled in next to you.

The bed was huge but so was your boss. "Stop wiggling."

"Well I can't get comfortable."

“Fine,” he said and pulled you into him, “now stop it and get some sleep.”

You burned with embarrassment, turning silent after several attempts at protest. Just as you began to drift off, Toshinori's hand moved to beneath your shorts. You shut your eyes, pretending not to notice. He probably didn't even realize what he was doing. Then his fingers grazed the spot where your skin met your panties.

"I know you aren't asleep yet, darling."

You didn't respond, opting to keep up the façade.

"Mmm, are we playing pretend? I don't mind."

You gasped, pushing at his hand, "I'm trying to sleep."

"I can see that," he chuckled. "I'm just helping you wear yourself out. You've been taking such good care of the baby, let me return the favor."

He jerked your hips, pressing you tightly against his bulge.

"You've been such a good mommy."

God the way you could feel your body responding made you hate that he was a villain.

"'M not-" You gasped as he did his fingers into your thighs. "His mom."

"You sure about that? I know how much you care about him. Always rushing to him when he’s cranky, never taking any days off. You make sure he's a happy little baby and you take such good care of his daddy. Isn't that's what mommies do?"

A moan slipped through your lips, "Stop."

"Are you sure? It seems like your having such a good time," he teased, sliding his hand to find your wetness.

Your body jerked involuntarily. He wasted no time tearing off your layers. Your determination quickly fading.

"I'm gonna take such good care of you," he pushed a finger in to your warmth.

You shivered at the sensation. Before you could register his actions there was another digit. He skillfully maneuvered his fingers to prep walls.

"What a tight like cunt," The man cooed. "So perfect and pretty. Just waiting for me to claim."

You gasped as he curled his fingers in you. Tears of pleasure pricking your eyes.

"Atta girl, I think you're ready to take daddy's cock."

You shouldn't be surprised when you saw how absolutely hung your boss is. There was no way the whole thing would fit inside of you.

Without hesitation All Might slowly began to press inside of you. The head of his cock already made it feel like you were tearing.

"Wait wait wait," You cried. "Too big."

He paused, reassuring you, "I know you can do it baby. You're okay."

You shook your head violently.

With a sloppy squelch he withdrew. He disappeared momentarily, give you much need time to breathe. Then he was back and you felt a cool, slick fluid rub against you. He applied a generous amount of lube knowing full well that if he played his cards right you'd happily be his forever.

Regardless there was still a painful pressure as he forced himself deeper.

"You're doing so good, taking me so well."

He was slowly increasing the speed off his hips. All you could manage was incoherent whines as his momentum bounced you back and forth.

"Toshi, Toshi," You panted.

"I don't think so baby girl," he slapped your thigh. "You know what I want to hear."

You couldn't be rational, not when he was pounding into you. All you knew was pleasure in this moment. How could you not give the man what he wanted when he was fucking you dumb.

"Mmm daddy, hurts so good."

"Ah- fuck yeah. I knew you were a little pain slut. You want me to fuck you like a whore and then treat you like my little princess?"

You nodded, gasping for air.

"You've been such a good little mommy, I think you deserve this little treat huh?"

You didn't respond, stubbornly refusing to tell the man what he was desperate to hear.

He shifted to a painfully slow pace as he would pull almost completely out just to slam back into your abused whole.

"And here I thought you wanted to cum, I can always stop here, finish myself later-"

"No! No no no, don't stop."

"Then repeat after me: I'm such a good mommy."

As you stayed silent until he began to move at a snails pace. So close to losing your high.

"O-kay, okay, I-I've been a good mom-mommy," You cried tried to buck against the giant.

And just like that your boss was pushing you back to the edge of an orgasm. You were sobbing from pleasure and frustration.

"I know,” He growled. “Fucking good girl, taking care of our baby while daddy's working. You're gonna look so pretty knocked up. All glowing and swollen. Bet your tits are gonna look so pretty when they get full. Gotta keep you stuffed with my cum so our little boy can have a sibling."

[wickeddeadlydenison999]

When you first meet

Katsuki Bakugou:

Bakugou was walking through the hallway with Denki trying to tell him something when accidentally bumped into you causing you to stumble into a locker.

" Hey!" You yelled making him turn around and glare at you.

" What the fuck are you tryna pull so god damn early in the morning, extra?" He said pissed.

" Oh, so you think you're just the shit huh? Best thing since sliced bread? Well, imma let ya in on a lil secret pal! I don't take half-ass bull shit, ya hear me?" You growled grabbing his collar and pulling him down to your height.

" Do you know who you're trying to fuck with, princess?" He laughed.

" Don't call me princess when your the one who's a royal pain in the highness!" You said setting off the fire of your quirk.

He looked you up and down and grinned devilishly. You let go and took a step back only for him to grab your wrist and tip you.

" Say, princess. Might I ask if the beautiful little explosive bonfire in front of me has a name? Or can I just call you mine? Y'know, with that quirk of your's things could get real heated~,"

" Don't fuck around perv! You don't deserve to know my name!" You yelled.

" Then it's settled. I now recognize you as mine~," He chuckled darkly.

" The fuck..." You whispered,

" Oh, how rude of me. I'm Bakugou Katsuki. But you can call me Daddy~," 

I broke away from his grasp and ran the hell out of there right after I back-handed him.

" Dude..." Denki said as Bakugou rubbed his cheek.

Izuku Midoriya:

You were walking to class when you realized that you were lost. Crap-

You looked around and saw some broccoli-looking boy and called out to him.

He looked at you and immediately blushed. 

" Can you help me get to class? I'm new and in 1A. Plus, you look pretty capable of taking me, a young damsel in distress to class." You said walking up to him.

"O-Oh, th-that's my class. I-I guess th-that I c-can take you-" He began to stutter and sweat nervously.

" Yes! Thank you!" You linked your arm in his and leaned into him and put your head on his shoulder. " You'll make an awesome hero one day."

Shouto Todoroki:

The two of you versed in training and he was immediately drawn to your personality and power. Your ambition drew him in and made him want to be close to you. You built his confidence and these are one of the strong friendships that just...happen.

(short but deep...)

Denki Kaminari:

(IDK if there's a band room or not but bear with me here)

You stood in the UA band room because you guys had a spare this period. You were in one of the back rooms in the band room because you were too shy to do it in front. You were to busy focusing on memorizing a song when your favorite song started to pipe up. Figuring that it was just in your head you began the sing.

" Hey, hey, Hey, hey, hey, hey, Hey, hey, hey, hey

Your lipstick stains On the front lobe of my left side brains I knew I wouldn't forget you And so I went and let you blow my mind Your sweet moonbeam The smell of you in every single dream I dream I knew when we collided You're the one I had decided who's one of my kind" You sang passionately. 

"Hey, soul sister, Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo

The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight Hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey" It sounded like someone else was singing but you were so caught up in your own thoughts and started singing again.

" Just in time I'm so glad you have a one-track mind like me You gave my life direction A game show love connection we can't deny" You sang again while you wrote your notes.

"I'm so obsessed" You and the other voice sang.

You continued even though your brain told you, someone was there.

"My heart is bound to beat right out of my untrimmed chest I believe in you, like a virgin you're madonna And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind" 

There was no denying it now...someone was there.

You slowly looked behind you and blushed bright pink when you saw a yellow hair boy. He was decorated in lightning bolts and you immediately knew that he must be an electro type.

You started to stutter out an apology,

" I'm so sorry if you were-were going to u-use thiss room. I-I can go if th-that's what you want." You grabbed your stuff and were about to rush out the door when he blocked it with his arm.

You gasped and backed away only to trip. You were really embarrassing yourself.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! You sing beautifully..." He looked you up and down making you blush even more. " You look beautiful..."

" I-I have to go!" You were really insecure about yourself and him paying all this attention to you didn't help.

" Wait! Please don't I...what's your favorite song." He said walking over to the bench and patted the spot beside him as he began to tune the guitar.

You blushed a deep red but obeyed him and took a seat in a safely distanced spot on the bench. He just laughed and pulled you closer to him. 

" You're really shy aren't you? That's okay y'know." He said smiling down at you.

" Girl, there's somethin' 'bout me things you ought to know

I've never felt the need to lose control Always held on back and played it slow, but not this time-" He sang only to be cut off by your beautiful voice.

" Baby don't be gentle, I can handle anything-"

" Baby, take me on a journey, I've been thinkin' lately

I could use a little time alone with you Crazy, let's do something maybe, please don't take your time

You got me right where you want me!" The two of you sang together.

" I would like to see you more often...oh, I didn't exactly get a name. May I ask what it is?" He asked.

" I'm, (L/N) (Y/N)." You smiled feeling a little more comfortable around him.

" Nice name! I'm Denki Kaminari! We should hang out more often, (Y/N)." He said as he put an arm around your shoulders and handed you the guitar. 

" Can you play?" He smiled.

Eijirou Kirishima:

The two of you were kids and were just starting to get quirks. You were being bullied by your older brother and his friends at the park. When Eijirou saw you he thought you looked pretty. But when he saw one of your older brother's friends push you he ran over and away from his mother.

" Leave her alone!" He yelled rushing up to you.

" Oh, look at that! My dumb-ass sister has a boyfriend! Beat it, pip squeak." You're brother laughed.

Eijirou hardened his fist and punched your brother in the face. One of your brother's friends went to slap him. Eijirou put his arm up and it cut my brother's goon.

" You're gonna be in so much shit when we get home!" He yelled storming off with his friends.

" You-you-"

" Saved you? Of course, I did! If I want to be just like crimson riot one day then I first need to prove that I can be a man!" He said puffing his chest proudly.

You giggled,

" Well, I can tell you that you sure have the quirk of a pro hero! I'm (Y/n) (L/N)!"

" I'm Eijiro Kirishima..." He said getting lost in your eyes.

He helped you up and kissed you on the cheek taking you by surprise.

" Don't ever let a boy pick on you like that, (Y/N). You should train to be a pro hero too!" He said seriously yet enthusiastically at the same time.

" Well if that doesn't happen for me then maybe I'll be your sidekick. And if not that I'll be your hugest fan!" You said still holding his hand.

" Or you can be the richest and strongest hero's wife..." He smiled hugging you.

You blushed like crazy.

" I-I've never hugged a boy before!" You started to scream internally.

" Then I guess we're each other's first," He said completely oblivious to what he just said.                     (for fuck sake they're kids!)

" Eijirou Kirishima! Don't run off like that you had me worried!" His mom stopped dead in her tracks when she saw us holding hands and holding our foreheads together. " Oh...well who is this sweety?" 

" This is (Y/N) mom! I just did my first rescue!" He smiled like a dork as he jumped into his mom's arms.

" Is that so..." She trailed off.

" Mom," Eijirou asked.

" Yes, honey?" She said still a bit shook up.

" I think I know who I'll marry," He said unknowingly of how loud his mom was screaming on the inside. 🤣his poor mom tho!

Dabi:

You were an assassin. You knew that but you hated titles. Your society was built on two sides. Hero's and Villains. It was so stupid. Have a quirk and lend a hand...you're a hero. Do what you want and commit crimes...you're a villain. You did whatever it took to escape the titles. The labling. It was uneeded bull shit. And it worked. No one could put a finger on who you really were. They couldn't touch your speed and brains. They didn't even know your gender. Until that day...

" You sure this is the guy?" Dabi scoffed.

" Are you questioning me? Of course, this is the guy! So what if it's actually a girl?" Shigaraki growled.

You began to regain consciousness and sat a little straighter. The sound of muffled voices filled your ears. You've been caught? No one's ever been able to catch you!

You shifted your hips and looked up at them.

" Oooooooh! She's so pretty! Imagine how she would look with a little blood on her face! Her lipstick kinds of looks like blood too though-"

" Will you shut up, psycho? They told us it was a dude. She doesn't look like she could hurt a fly." Dabi said, lifting an eyebrow at you.

People always said things like this about you. One second you were helping whoever you could. The next you were disposing of the remains of your latest victim.

" Then why don't you two stop bickering and ask?" Kurogiri sighed.

" Get the Deadpool one to ask me, he's hot~," This was one of your strategies to break them.

" Excuse me?" Dabi glared at you a little surprised at how you acted.

" You heard me~, Hey you." You looked Twice right in the eyes.

" What's your name~?"

" As if I'm telling you! The names Twice, beautiful~!" He said switching personality's.

" Cut that out, little red riding hood. We'll ask the questions."

" You guys are the LOV right? I'm not interested." You smirked.

" Why not? We've heard about you from reliable sources. You would make a great asset." Shiggy asked.

" I hate labels. Just as simple as that." You shrugged.

I don't wanna right a whole novel so long story short you became an under cover ally to the league.

Sero:

You guys didn't really talk actually. He saw you walking down the hallway on the first day. He eventually went to go and talk to you and the two of you got along. You were hot so when the boys saw you the first thing he said was "dibs"

😂

[eremiie]

hi PLEASE i neee stoner eren amd stoner reader😩

high off of you

❥ 8k words | nsfw | eren x reader

❥ you’re dragged to a smoke session by your roommate, and you actually enjoy yourself— maybe a little more than you should have; and eren jaeger is to blame.

❥ content: choking, lowkey breeding kink ish, praise kink, slight orgasm denial, overstimulation, drugs (weed)

content.

content is how you were feeling.

you had just gotten done with your shower, your covers were finally draped over your almost bare legs, your laptop was sat in your lap and you had put your hair up to get it out of the way. you were relaxed, you were calm, and you had decided you were gonna finish off your night with an episode of your favorite show, no matter how many times you had saw it.

"c'mon, we're going to get high."

your peaceful vibe was interrupted, and in the most abrupt manner your roommate could muster; he swung the door open not even bothering to knock, leaned against the doorframe and let his eyes survey your slightly mess room before landing on you and giving you the most goofy grin.

"connie, what the fuck?" you frowned and went to pause your show only to realize you hadn't even started it. with a sigh you looked back up at connie with clear irritation written across your face.

"what? don't you want to get high?"

"i just got out of the shower, i'm in bed now," you moved your laptop and threw the covers off of your legs and pointed to your shorts. "i have pajamas on and i was about to watch my show, no i don't want to get high right now." wasn't that the obvious? you couldn't lie, the offer was tempting since you weren't the one paying, and it gave you the opportunity to see your friends again, but the getting ready process had made you shove the offer down.

as if on cue connie seemed to read your mind. "you don't have to get cute or anything. it's literally just our regular smoke circle. just throw on a jacket and let's go."

you groaned and leaned your head back letting your arm drape over your eyes. "didn't we just come from sasha's house earlier this week? who the hell is supplying y'all this fast?" you tried to come up with an excuse to stay home, but connie was clearly one step ahead of you.

"it's not sasha's house it's eren's." the stupid sly grin on his face appeared and he leaned further into your room already knowing he had you trapped. he knew, much like the rest of the friend group about the undying tension between you and eren, but nobody could pinpoint exactly what it was. it wasn't that the two of you necessarily liked each other but you were... friendlier than friendly best friends. eren and you would flirt with each other more often than not and were very hands on. not to mention how excited you'd get when you got to see him, and vice versa.

connie didn't even give you the chance to respond to that comment, your answer was evident just by the way your attention spiked at the mention of eren's name, and the way your body stiffened in the slightest. he shut the door to wait for you and couldn't help but laugh at your feeble attempt of getting out of a session with your circle.

you lost, and you were slightly upset. any other words in your defense were stuck down your throat, and connie was already long down the hall. the only thing you were able to mention was a loud, "and knock next time, dumbass!" before you did as he said, grabbing your jacket and slipping out the door with connie.

that's how you handed up where you were now, at eren's shared apartment with mikasa and armin, although mikasa's car was missing from the parking lot.

"i love the outfit. it's giving me very much... hobo." connie looked you up and down stifling a laugh while the two of you waited at the door after the first ring.

you followed his eyes looking yourself up and down as well. you did look a little silly, black crew socks with crocs over top. you didn't even take it upon yourself to zip up your jacket all the way, the black fabric draping off your shoulder on one side revealing your shoulder only adorned by a single white strap to your cropped tank top. of course the jacket was a little big, covering your sleep shorts slightly. you weren't even sure if the jacket was yours.

"shut the fuck up." you kicked connie with your croc and he hissed, grabbing his shin before being a fool and hopping towards the door some more, spamming the doorbell.

"help! i'm getting abused!" and in that moment you wondered how you managed to share an apartment with the clown.

connie's ringing only stopped when the door flew open, sasha's figure standing there with a small smile. "hey!" her tone was cheery and loud as she grabbed connie's hand pulling him into a dramatic hug before reaching a hand out to you and pulling you into one too. "i missed you guys!"

"sasha we saw you earlier this week." you forced yourself out of her grip with an apologetic smile just in case your gesture came off as rude. connie nodded in agreement and stepped aside already heading towards eren's room. i mean seriously, wouldn't it have made more sense for you not to come if he was that eager to smoke? they could've had more rounds!

"that doesn't mean i couldn't miss you." her hand embraced yours once more and she slammed the door shut, locking it and leading you to the door opened ajar on the other end of the hallway, of course eren's as he always had those red led lights bleeding from underneath the doorway. "connie told me you didn't want to come also, so this is a surprise."

you rolled your eyes. "so he knew i didn't want to come and still asked?"

"well it was worth a shot; and look where it landed you, you're about to be faded." and she wasn't wrong. she finally let go of your hand and opened the door, the bright LEDS hitting you straight on making you squint for a second before your eyes surveyed the room. jean was already chatting with connie on the futon while eren was sat on his bed with a tray in his lap, rolling the blunt.

what you didn't see was the glance he gave you when you first started scanning the room, immediately trying to look focused on rolling the blunt while attempting to hide his boyish grin. you likewise, you bit the inside of your cheeks to stop from smiling at the sight of the pretty boy; his brown locks pulled back into the sloppiest ponytail, and the hairs in the back of his head skimming the black top he wore.

"so she actually came?" jean voiced looking over to you and making his way over to you from his position on the futon to embrace you in a side hug.

"jean boy," you used his nickname to mock him before returning his hug causing him to grimace at you and pull his arm back. you started to laugh and rolled your eyes at his dramatic actions once more. "yes, yes i did come."

"doesn't she look stupid?" connie looked up from his phone at you and jean giggling under his breath. jean took in your appearance and tried not to laugh, a small smirk on his face that was wiped off when you slapped his chest then flipped connie off.

"shut your bald ass up, connie." you retorted.

"i'm growing hair, i keep telling you that!" and the whole room burst into laughter, sasha doubling over because there still wasn't a trace of growth on his head.

"connie, you have no room to talk you are actually stupid." sasha added before going over to sit with the boy after grabbing a bag of chips from the desk next to the open door.

you shut the door behind you and continued to stand awkwardly until eren spoke, "you're laughing but as soon as she takes that jacket off you're gonna try to jump on her, kirchstein." he said with a raise of his eyebrow before letting his eyes wander over your frame.

now you were really trying to hide your smile, and you cursed yourself when one graced your face anyways. "eren," you dragged out his name walking over to him on his bed before plopping yourself down and resting your head on his shoulder. "get me away from these idiots." you faked a sigh before eren chuckled and gave you a side hug much like jean’s before continuing to roll his blunt.

"damn jaeger, you were so quiet i forgot you were here." connie said, not looking up from his phone that sasha peered over as well.

"and stop making slick jokes and hurry up with the blunt." jean huffed scooting off the futon and resting his head on his palm. "i'm tryna smoke."

you watched eren look down at jean with a negative expression before continuing to roll, and you watched intently loving the way he looked while he did it. the way he let his tongue slide over the gutted blunt was enticing  and you looked from your position on his shoulder.

he let his eyes drift over to you without moving his head and then he placed the blunt on the tray grabbing the grinder and holding it out in front of you. "you wanna grind it for me?" he asked with a small smile and it caught you off guard. you took a minute to process what he said before you grabbed the grinder and let it come apart in two.

"i mean, i guess." he slid the tray over to your lap and did that chuckle again.

"do you even know how? i bet you've always had someone roll for you, huh?"

you couldn't help but break out into another smile, this one out of slight embarrassment before you bumped his shoulder playfully and setting down the grinder on the tray. "bye... i've only rolled once."

"she doesn't know how, and plus just earlier she asked me who our supplier was. even sasha knows that!" connie looked over and you met his eyes with a glare, a deadpanned expression crossing your face and the group broke into laughter again besides you.

"connie i'm gonna fuck you up." you muttered. your mood shifted once more though when eren began placing the weed into the grinder and closed the lid handing it to you.

"work some magic, babe." you were really trying not to show how excited you were, butterflies flapping their wings and flapping them hard in your stomach, especially at the nickname. you began twisting the small container and eren's calloused hands stopped yours from grinding too much. "that's good, that's good." he took it from your hands then pulled the tray over. "i got it from here."

"yeah cause she's gonna fuck it up." jean laughed and connie joined in his eccentric laugh filling the air as well causing you to groan.

"can y'all shut up? damn. you can't roll either jean."

ooohh's from connie and sasha bounced around the room and jean looked up at you amusement dancing in his eyes. "better than you."

"at least i look good while doing it." you sassed playfully while moving invisible hair behind you ear. you could've sworn eren nodded his head from next to you, and those dumb butterflies in your stomach began moving again.

"got that right." jean snapped back just as quick a flirtatious tone to his voice that caught you off guard and you raised an eyebrow at the sudden demeanor. eren looked up for a split second before glancing at you again, his eyebrows furrowed in... confusion maybe?

"weren't you just making fun of me earlier?"

"chill, we were just playing around, girl." jean responded with a shit eating grin before forming a heart with his hand and pouting at you.

"you better stop for eren gets on your ass, you know that's his girl." connie scrunched up his nose then looks towards you and eren for a reaction that he succeeded in getting. both you and eren looking up at him; eren's eyes holding more of a curious stare and yours more threatening. eren continued sealing the blunt soon after seemingly unfazed by connie's comment.

sasha gasped and widened her eyes at you. "stop! you know they don't date." she winked at you and wiggled her eyebrows and you pretended not to see her.

"yeah, they don't even date." jean added on, wondering how the conversation flipped from you to your relationship with eren so fast. it was annoying to him in the least, the group constantly commented on how you and eren should just get together and were clearly not just best friends, but the two of you seemed to haven't taken action yet.

"might as well." connie shrugged his shoulder. "anyways, jaeger finished rolling, let's get high." connie sat up, sasha lifting her head off of his arm as he did so and clasped her hands clearly ready to hit the blunt much like everyone else.

"you want the first hit?" eren rolled the blunt between his fingertips while letting the flame singe the end looking at you with those jaded green eyes, flecks of blue dashing across them in a way that made your heart melt.

"she gets the first hit too?" connie exclaimed staring at you and eren with a bored look on his face.

"who rolled the blunt?" eren asked raising an eyebrow at connie before letting his tongue run over his bottom lip and lifting the blunt from the lighter to watch the smoke float into the air, and ugh did he look good. when connie didn't answer he answered for him, "i rolled it, i choose who goes first."

"plus shes low key a newbie, this is what? her third session with us?" sasha chimed in grabbing the pillow that connie was laying on previous and rolling onto her stomach on the floor in front of the futon.

you pursed your lips before grabbing the blunt from eren, not even noticing that his arm was placed behind you until he rubbed your side in slight encouragement, his warm smile aimed at you. you put the brown wrap to your lips and inhaled the smoke, the gas irritating your airway causing you to let out a cough you tried to hold back.

eren began to laugh at you as you broke out into a fit of coughs, your throat attempting to clear up for you, and the worse the coughs got the more of your friends started to laugh, the only thing you could do was stick your middle finger up while sasha crawled to the same desk near the door to grab you her water bottle.

"i'm crying!" sasha laughed as she rolled the bottle over to the foot of eren's bed. eren's laughs died down too after he hit the blunt and then bending down to pick it up for you, untwisting the cap and passing the drug towards connie.

"woah, chill." he said before blowing the smoke from his mouth in your face causing you to suppress more coughs and fan it away. he tilted the water bottle to your lips and you let it swim down your throat, relishing in the sweet gesture from the boy next to you.

"eren," you mumbled his name taking the water bottle from his hand. you didn't get time to finish your sentence before his door opened revealing armin standing there in his pajama pants and sweatshirt.

all gazes turned towards him as he scanned eren's room growing accustomed to the new faces and scenery. "hi." he mumbled rubbing his eyes. "when did you guys get here?"

"did you just wake up?" eren asked slight concern lacing his face.

"yeah... i heard laughing. don't forget we share a wall." armin gestured towards the wall in which eren's futon laid against.

"i didn't even know you were here. i didn't see mikasa's car so i thought both of y'all just dipped." connie passed the blunt to sasha and fanned the air of the smoke letting the rest disperse after speaking.

"mikasa is at the library. she can't stand the smell of smoke and how loud you all are. i don't blame her." armin chuckled before walking over towards sasha who hit the blunt and gave it to armin's outstretched hand.

"armin you smoke?" you couldn't help but ask, the last two smoke sessions you went to with connie, armin wasn't there. as a matter of fact you never saw much of him because he excelled above you by some and the two of you didn't share any classes, yet you definitely knew him through eren.

"everybody hear smokes except for you." sasha said hoping her words would coerce you to come to join the smoke circle more indefinitely, not just pass by a few times here and there.

armin let the smoke inhale his lungs then removed the blunt from his soft lips. "i smoke with eren sometimes. not usually with all of you guys but... sometimes?" his response came more like a question than an answer as he bent down to give the blunt to jean.

"let armin hit it a couple times." eren used his head to motion the blunt in jean's hand to armin and armin nodded in agreement.

"yeah, i'm about to go back to my room anyways." armin took the blunt back holding it between his lips while leaning against the doorframe.

"why aren't you staying?" sasha pondered sitting up and cradling her pillow to her chest. armin took one last hit then walked over passing it to you which you accepted with a kind nod.

"i should be studying with mikasa but i fell asleep. i have a test tomorrow, eren does too."

"so eren's here getting high and he has a test tomorrow?" you give eren a playful disappointed glance that lasted a little longer than it should've. he met your eyes and then let his drop down to your lips before breaking out into a smile and leaning forward, burying his head into your neck. his chain dangled almost touching your lap and you felt the strands of his hair brush against your chin causing you to twitch at the tickling feel while inhaling the smoke from the blunt. when your hand dropped down to your lap he replaced your hand with his and put the wrap in his mouth while nuzzling into you.

"mikasa made me study with her for like a week straight, i'll be fine." he whined. you let a sigh leave you and found yourself stroking the hair on eren's nape while fiddling with the clasp of his gold chain adorning his neck. the smell of his cologne was mixing in with the weed, but yet that woody pine still overpowered the plant and you couldn't help but rest your head on top of his in efforts to get closer to the source of the fragrance.

"i still don't understand why the two of you haven't gotten together." armin announced eyes flickering back and forth between you and his roommate.

sasha flailed her arms out and her expression was relieved, although her eyes went wide and her eyebrows went up, "that's what i been trying to say! they already act like they date." armin nodded his head agreeing with her.

"we don't like each other, we're just friends i don't know why you all say that." you said a little too quickly, eren pulling away from your neck finally and giving you a once-over. you missed the warmth he brought but then turned your head back towards armin.

"yeah, yeah." he giggled rolling his eyes. "okay well goodnight." eren stood up and passed the blunt to armin who took one last hit then handed it back to sasha, then the rest of the room murmured a goodnight to the blonde relaxing in silence for a minute after his leave.

eren took it upon himself to scoot back on his bed until his back was hitting the wall once he sat back down, using his hand to beckon you to follow him. "c'mere." and you obliged until you were next to him, shoulders touching.

jean looked over to connie and sasha, connie still scrolling through his phone aimlessly giggling at his home screen for whatever reason and sasha looking up at the ceiling on her back now, bag of chips on top of her stomach as she got lost in her thoughts.

"remember when we used to like each other?" jean took it upon himself to abruptly reminisce on the past in the presence of his friends. he took a hit of the blunt thats length was beginning to falter, it on the verge of becoming a roach. he leaned over and passed it on to you, eyes trained on yours, completely ignoring eren's gaze

you furrowed yourself eyebrows trying to recall the time once you figured jean was talking to you, his stare telling, which you actually could. "...oh yeah, last year. i guess i did."

eren pulled one of your legs overtop of his and let his hand settle onto your thigh.

sasha's head perked up at the sudden conversation. "oh my gosh... you did like jean for a little bit. you used to gush over him-"

"sasha! i know, i know, but that was last year."

"i wonder why we didn't get together if we both liked each other, hm." jean looked upwards and tapped his chin in almost a mocking manner. "we used to hang out a lot actually now that i think about it, me, you, sasha and connie."

connie let out another burst of laughter and let his phone to drop to his chest. "yeah, remember that one time we got kicked out of the library because sasha got caught eating like four times and she wouldn't stop after that lady told her to?"

you chortled and sasha's mouth dropped open. "i don't even remember that, i thought you got kicked out because you wouldn't stop fucking laughing and that same lady told you to shut up like seven times!" and more laughter erupted from the ones who were there that day.

you passed the blunt to eren for the umpteenth time watching him take a quick drag then beckon to sasha to grab it as he didn't want to get up. "you both got kicked out, those were two different days." you shook your head at your friends antics and looked up at eren. "they're so dumb."

eren returned your stare and only then did you notice the way his eyes were half lidded, you were sure red was rimming them even though you couldn't really tell because of the red emitting from the lights in the room. he squinted at you and scrunched up his nose. "you look high." he ignored your last sentence wanting to stray away from the conversation he was barely apart of.

"i am high, stupid."

a small 'hmph' came from the back of his throat and it happened again, his eyes dropping to your lips causing him to lick his before he brought those same eyes back up to yours. you could've kept getting lost in them if you didn't jolt at the sound of jean clearing his throat and holding the blunt out to you.

you leaned over to grab it once more. "careful, it's a roach. don't burn yourself." he warned you, so you pinched it between your pointer finger and thumb and started to put it up to your lips but eren grabbed your wrist.

"wanna try something?" he asked you, plucking the faltering blunt from your hands and using the lighter beside him to fire it up a bit more. "wanna shotgun it?"

you had to trace back where you hear those words again... like a shotgun when you get to sit in the passengers seat? no, that wasn't it... you couldn't recall, but by the way sasha widened her eyes for the several time that night, the way connie's mouth dropped into an 'O', and the way jean's features were exasperated, him looking down to the bright light of his screen, you could only wonder eren's intentions.

he didn't even wait for a response from you, pulling through with his actions anyways. "inhale slowly, okay?" he inhaled as much smoke from the blunt storing it in his cheeks, the skin expanding from the inside and then leaned over his face mere inches from yours. he grabbed your chin with his fingers and you opened your mouth slightly watching as he opened his and let the smoke pour out of his tinted lips. you followed his instructions; inhaling very slowly hoping the moment could last a little longer, both of you staring at the transition of the smoke from one mouth to the other.

eren glanced to the side for a second to see if the others were watching, mainly searching for one pair of eyes. you saw his upper lip curl upwards slightly and you inched forward a little more subconsciously. eren watched the smoke grow thinner and felt the way your hands grabbed at his shirt tightly. he watched your eyes flutter and felt your noses brush together.

eren watched both of you lean in a little more until your lips brushed and came together, and felt the fireworks go off in both of your bodies, electric like sparks getting sent through his.

he ignored the gasps and groans of your friends and instead focused on the gasp that left your lips when they first connected with his, and the groan you elicited from him, lips meeting so fervently. he couldn't admit it until today but he wanted your lips on his so bad, your body on his so bad. he was so infatuated with you and the two of you being around each other majority of the time didn't help. he could only reminisce in the little touches and flirtatious gestures you passed back and forth on a regular day and use that to fuel his thoughts at night.

"eren," you mumbled against his lips your voice coming out like a whimper that went straight to his dick, causing him to wrap his arms around your body and pull you into his lap letting your legs swing over either side of him. eren didn't forget about the guests in the room, and as much as wanted to put on a little show in spite of jean, he pointed towards the door snapping his fingers twice.

"five dollars that they fuck?" sasha nudged connie's shoulder as they stood up and walked towards the door while she rolled up her chip bag bringing it with her. jean's figure was already halfway out the door, slamming it hard and making his way to the living room with the other two following.

"hell no, you're gonna owe me five dollars instead. i'm betting that they fuck."

"no, cause you know they're going to that's why i said the bet first, peanut head." sasha stuck her tongue out at connie and he shoved her out the door closing it softer than jean.

he kisses you even harder just basking in the feeling of your smooth lips against his slightly chapped ones, lips working in synchronization like they were made for each other and he felt so needy. his hands roamed your hips and waist, going underneath the jacket now hanging off your shoulders and feeling the bare skin of your stomach. your skin was so hot underneath his hand, just like the air surrounding the two of you.

you ground down into his lap and he hissed stilling your hips at the feeling, his mouth dropping into a circular shape, his eyebrows pointing up until a sigh left his lips once yours disconnected from his. you studied his face; his eyebrows scrunched up in lust and his lips parted slightly already missing the feeling of your lips. his nails dug into your hips as if you would run for whatever reason.

"_____... fuck." his tone was low and light and he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, his skin warm on yours. "you're so pretty,"

your face grew hotter than it already was and you leaned your forehead against his while your arms draped around his neck. "thank you,"

"i want you."

you closed your eyes and relished in his grip that became impossibly tight on your hips. "i want you too-"

"i wanna fuck you... i wanna feel you." eren's eyes fluttered shut as well, his forehead moving from yours to the crevice of your neck, planting his lips and nibbling on the thin skin. your breath hitched and your hold on his neck tightened. "i wanna have you."

"i'm right here, eren."

he held back a moan at how gentle and soft your voice was when you said those words, but you caught on and wanted to actually get one out of him. you wanted to pleasure him, you wanted him to shudder because of you, and you wanted your name to leave his lips like a song; but he wanted the same from you.

he was high, and high, and high off of you.

"lay down."

eren obliged with a smug smile, turning himself to the side while steadying you on his lap until his head hit the pillow, his flyaways bouncing to the sides of his face. "c'mere." just like earlier you listened to his words and leaned down so he could press his full lips against yours. his hands cradled either side of your face as you rutted your hips against him and swallowed his groans. his tongue swiped against your bottom lip and his teeth pulled at it as well until you gave him entrance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. you moaned at the feeling of your tongues colliding and dancing around each other even though both of your mouths were somewhat dry from the earlier smoke session, it still felt all good.

you felt fuzzy and your body felt like it was melting into his. when you pulled back for air eren gave you that same smile he gave you earlier, and you moved your kisses down his neck. once you reached the crevice between his shoulder and neck you moved his chain aside and licked at the spot, the feeling of your warm tongue against the shy skin causing eren to hold you a little tighter. you nibbled at the pretty skin and wondered if the mark you proceeded to leave would even be visible under the gleaming red lights.

"i don't know why you're trying to give me a hickey, they already know we're fucking." eren taunted letting his hands travel up your spine until they reached your neck, smoothing his fingers over it. you bit down on the mark as a way to punish eren for his comment then kissed it, finally pulling back.

"shut up."

eren let out a low laugh, and his low eyes raked over your figure with his lip trapped between his teeth. "when did you get my jacket?" he raised and eyebrow and began to remove the fabric that was resting at your elbows after unzipping it the rest of the way to reveal your top.

oh, so it was his jacket. you let out a laugh at your idiocy; you knew it was a couple sizes too big. "you look cute in it, but i want to see you now." he threw the fabric off of his bed and let his warm hands travel up until they cupped your breasts, your back arching in the least. his thumbs ran over your nipples, the feeling making you clench on top of eren. "like this," he pulled them hem of the white top up until you lifted your arms, now only left in your shorts and socks. he didn't even question the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. "shit..." he pushed you down until he could latch onto on of your breasts his tongue swirling around your nipple and you let the tingling feeling go down your spine until he popped off. eren begins to remove his shirt swiftly throwing it somewhere near his jacket.

you make work of your position on top of eren, scooting down on his legs and pecking his chest, abs, then v-line until your head was leveled with his dick. he stared down at you with a look of sultry while your hands worked to pull down his sweatpants. his hips lifted to help you out and you palmed at him with your hand watching him throw his head back when such a simple gesture relieved some of the tension he was feeling.

your mouth connected with his dick through the fabric, feeling for his tip that rested on his thigh and smirking against it when he hissed, hand flying to your ponytail that you threw up earlier that evening. "fuck, don't tease me like that baby."

"i wanna take my time with you." a pout formed on your face and your hands made their way to his waistband, the elastic material detailed with 'calvin klein' circling his hips.

eren's hands grabbed your jaw forcing you to look up at him before you could pull down his boxers. "and i want to fuck you... make you feel good."

your stomach twisted and even though you were just trying to do the same you couldn't help but rush pulling down the brunette's briefs until his cock slapped against his lower abdomen, your pussy squeezing around nothing at the view. his tip red and leaking and you knew that it'd be heavy on your tongue.

"eren..." he watched the way you eyed his aching dick, and he took it in his hands rubbing himself up and down with his hand while basking in your expression.

"hm?" you didn't even know what you wanted to say, you were just mesmerized and wasted no time prying his hands away to replace them with your own. your nimble fingertips ran over his tip to gather his precum and slide it over his length and he twitched, no, his dick twitched, and his fists clenched in anticipation for your hot mouth on him.

he decided to be courageous, to look down and try to watch you without spilling over himself too fast, i mean could you blame him if he did? your hands, the feeling of you over him, the way you would feel around him... he'd had wanted this forever and now it was in front of him.

in a way, he wanted to ruin you, not let this moment go in fear it wouldn't happen again.

so you finally attached your lips to his throbbing member, and he sucked in a breath hand trying to choose between flying to your head or to keep his hands to his self for now, but he chose the former his fist keeping a grip on your locks while you began to bob your head up and down. small sounds of pleasure left him and his eyes closed again, him trying to focus on not fucking your pretty throat so early in. he just wanted you and him to be one in every sense for as long as possible.

a mantra of 'yes,' and 'fuck,' left eren's mouth while your worked around him slicking him up and drawing lines up and down his cock with your tongue watching his reactions for a particular sensitive spot he might have; and you found it.

you went back up to his tip kissing it gently before letting the heat of your tongue slide down a vein on the side of his dick. "_____," eren moaned lifting his hips although he wasn't engulfed in your mouth. "i need it, shit, i need your mouth."

you giggled and placed his heavy dick back where he liked it for now. you felt it brush against your throat and you wondered if you could go any farther, sucking fervently and coming back up to spit on his head, adding more slick to him. when you went back down eren couldn't help it, he had felt when his tip touched your throat earlier and he most definitely wanted to feel that again.

his grip on your hair tightened when your swollen lips were wrapped around him again. he pushed your head down a little bit causing your hands to put more pressure on his thighs. eren opened his eyes to stare at you again, your mouth stretched out so lewdly over his cock, saliva starting to slide down his length from your mouth and your eyes shut as you tried to focusing on breathing. this only encouraged him further.

"i know you can take more, c'mon, go a little further." he said in a tone near a whisper while he lift his hips up more so that he could feel that ridge of your throat and hear another gag.

you pushed yourself, letting him take more control and then he felt it again; "mhm, right there baby, right there." he moaned when you whimpered, groaned and gagged, but this only pushed his animalistic fervor and he tried to push you down more but you lifted your head to catch your breath. "fuck, that feels amazing, angel."

you let the praise run over your body and went back down on him seeing how far you could go without his extra nudge then focused some more attention on his tip.

eren could feel the curdle in his lower abdomen but he tried his best to ignore it, letting your work him more. he let you swirl your tongue around him and pepper kisses down his length. he watched you try to deep throat him again and watched the tears spring from your eyes before you came back up, and all of this built up further until he tumbled over the edge spilling white heat into your mouth with a shout.

you were satisfied.

aching for him? yes, but satisfied at your job.

eren's thigh twitched and his eyes screwed shut as you didn't remove yourself from his length yet, cupping his balls and paying attention to his tip, overstimulating him, watching him shudder and gasp under you like you wanted. his dick hardened again while he contemplated whether to remove you from his length or let the over sensitivity go until he had no choice but to stop, and once again he picked the prior. "_____, please i want to be inside you now, wanna fuck you still."

you slipped off of him and crawled forward only now aware of the wet spot on your panties.

eren brought your face towards him kissing you with no hesitance despite him just being in your mouth. he pecked your lips and you smiled as he praised you. "you did so good, so good..." another peck and then his hands trailed down to the shorts you were still wearing, giving your ass a squeeze and spreading them. "but now i want to see that pretty pussy on my dick, yeah?"

you let him slide off your shorts and underwear simultaneously until your slick heat was exposed to him and to the air, feeling it brush over you before eren's hands could. your head fell to his chest feeling the cold metal of his chain underneath you, and your sore jaw parted when you felt his rough fingers gather up your wetness on them, rubbing through your slit. "eren..."

"c'mon, sit baby. we're not done yet; fuck yourself on me." he placed his lips on your the top of your head. "please?"

you picked yourself up and scoot back taking eren's dick in your hand once more. you didn't even care that he didn't have a condom, you trusted him, and you trusted the birth control you were on too.

finally you slipped down onto him and for him it felt like you were sucking him up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside of you. "so fucking tight... you're so wet." he groaned with his hands on your hips and yours on his chest steadying you. it had been awhile since you had been fucked and feeling so full again felt good, the stretch felt good and the slight pain subsided so quickly.

slowly, you guided yourself up and down eren's cock until you could find a good rhythm. your chest bounced above him and your ass clapped together, mixing in with the sound of your slick getting pushed in and out of you. "yeah, like that," eren hummed watching you focused, your pussy squeezing around him and you putting in the efforts to fuck yourself on him for both your pleasure.

eren's hands helped guide your body up and down him, and you leaned forward a little to add some more pressure to your clit. everything felt so good, the way he hit your cervix, the way your bud rubbed against his lower abdomen, you could definitely say this was one of the best fucks you had in a while. eren slapped your ass for encouragement before massaging the same area and relishing in your gasp.

"this feels good... and so much better when you're high." you sighed out while your face contorted in pleasure.

"or is my dick just that good?" eren joked looking up at you after your comment.

"shut it, eren.. and," you leaned forward some more. you were somewhat exhausted from riding already, thighs aching and body shivering from the pleasure. "i’m tired..." you admitted almost shamefully.

"you're tired?" he spoke in the way you would to a child while turning you around so you were on your side. his chest was against your back, the cold gold material resting between your shoulder blades and your ass snug against him. he lifted your leg and held it up while you guided him back inside of you until he was buried deep once again, this angle hitting even better.

"i got you," eren murmured against your neck while starting his pace slow. his hand trailed up to your neck and he gave it a light squeeze while pushing you further against him. he loved the way your ass bounced against his lower stomach when he started going faster, making him speed up his pace. "'m gonna fuck you so good."

you let out a slutty moan at his dirty talk, bringing a hand over to your mouth and shutting your eyes. he found that sweet spot inside of you and you couldn't help but react as well as he hit it over and over again. eren's hand on your throat went up to pull your hand off of your mouth. "don't try to hide that pretty voice, i want to hear you, i want them to hear you. get loud baby."

you were sure he felt the way you clenched around him, suffocating his dick as it slid in and out of you at a steady speed, and this time when you let out a moan you let him hear it, you were loud like he asked and tried to put your leg up even further so he could hit deeper.

"eren, fuck!" you were left pondering why you didn't think about this earlier, why you didn't listen to everybody who told you to get with eren. you could've been getting the best dick you'd gotten in years but both your stubborn, wavering feelings got in the way. "yes, oh my god, yes!" you cried out while eren bucked his hips up into you tightening his grip on your neck.

he turned your head towards him and engaged your lips again swallowing your cries and whimpers as he abused your pussy. your hand shakily made its way down to your clit to give you another push but he was quicker, dropping your leg and grabbing your wrist causing you to yelp. "eren, please."

"beg me." that same fervor from earlier returned. being edged on by your cries and shouts of his name, knowing how good he was fucking you and making you feel was such a turn on. "tell me how you want me, how you want my cum."

your breath was ragged and your leg was aching but you wanted it stretched out again where you could feel it deep. you were on the verge of tears. your hips rutted against eren for any boost, any pressure that you could get you to your high. the hand around your neck only gripped further as you didn't respond yet.

"c'mon, beg me baby."

"eren," his name came out broken, your back leaving his chest as your arched hard. "please fuck me, fuck me... please," he started to move again in the least, after all he was on the verge of cumming as well. "fuck, cum inside me, i want it, please." the sobs that left your mouth were so hot and of course he gave you what you wanted.

he fucked up into you after lifting your leg again and letting the fingers that were choking you slip into your mouth while he kissed and nibbled at your neck, speaking in between, praising you and marking you. his hand slipped from your mouth and he brought his wet fingers down to your clit rubbing for you until you toppled over the edge with a loud cry of his name. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cunt gripped him like a vice over and over again as if you were trying to milk him.

"ah, fuck," the way you were squeezing around him caused him to unravel himself, white painting your walls as he filled you up with his cum, shaking himself. "_____," he heaved as the two of you tried to come down from your escapade.

your breathing was beginning to steady again but you could still feel yourself pulsing around him causing him to pull out before it became too much. "eren.." you answered back as your head relaxed against his pillow while you rested in his grip. you felt his lips against your neck again, then stopping at your shoulder blades.

you were blanking out from tiredness, only then did you realize the state you were in, hair in somewhat of a mess, a sheen of sweat covering both of your bare bodies, and marks littering your body. not to mention the cum trying to ooze out of you. you didn't even realize when eren had gotten up until he came back, wiping you clean and only assuming he did himself too. he locked his door on the way back in and slipped his boxers back on, reciprocating on you with your underwear.

you could feel the bed shift, eren crawling in bed beside you after drawing out the covers from underneath both of you and wrapping them around you and him, bringing you against him before you fell back asleep.

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you woke up to a hand shaking you, your eyes lazily opening.

"wake up, _____."

"eren?"

the pretty boy smiled at you and studied your features as you tried to wake up completely. you were no longer naked, or in the same position you were from last night, now wearing a plain white shirt and your underwear.

"morning, i gotta head to class soon, remember i have a test, or did i-"

"don't finish that sentence." you rolled your eyes as you sat up completely eren laughing at you. you followed his eyes, them resting on your lips like always and you took it upon yourself to lean up and kiss him, this time quite innocently, domestic almost. "sorry, morning breath, but,"

eren this time cut you off with another soft kiss, his cheeks rising from his smile as he pulled you closer to him.

you didn't want to talk it out yet, you were somewhat fine with where everything was at now, although you knew your friends and eren wouldn't want to coax a direct answer out of you sooner or later.

but you were content with the way eren kissed you just seconds ago, content with his jacket and sweats you had to wear, you were content with having to use spare bathroom products at his house, you were content with the wave armin and mikasa gave you out the door, content with the walk you and eren shared to the college, content with the last kiss he gave you before his class.

content is how you were feeling.

content.