#she's a speeding thirst trap that's for sure

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Speed Addict Thirst Trap

[jjk4isen]

ꗃ 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

❝ you're not a curse, you have never been. you were my blessing and my salvation– the best thing that has ever happened to me. you cleared my skies and showed me how it was to love… and be loved. ❞

summary: when your entire village faced the king of curses' wrath, you were sure you'd be as good as food for him but life decides to weave the strings of fate and intertwine yours with the very person who tries to cut it short.

desc: 8.6k words, f!reader, sfw, angsty angst hehe, major character death, cannibalistic thoughts (sukuna is a cannibal after all), takes place in the heian era, true form sukuna, bit ooc bc we know his ass isn't capable of love, ! slightly gory parts!, this is canon bc i said so, kenjaku isn't known as kenjaku yet – he's still known as noritoshi kamo, yorozu mentioned, basically just me raw dogging the storyline during the heian era lol.

notes: this took way longer than it should but i battled like three burn out sessions to write this so lmao. also does anybody get the aot reference in the title? this might MIGHT have a part two if i can think of a good plot to mirror it. if you get the reference, you'll alr know what it's going to be titled :P

must be horrifying isn't it? being a mere human amongst sorcerers and curse users capable of destroying and killing— powerless among the powerful whose thirst for yet more power remain a bottomless pit of unquenchable desire.

in this state of the world, your life wasn't your own. it belonged to the people who were strong enough to kill you or considerate enough to spare you.

and among dangers looming throughout, one triumphs all. one whose name was even powerful enough to send curses back at just the mention of it.

ryomen sukuna. feared by curses and non curses alike. the ruthless evil entity who feeds off of humans. there is no doubt about him being the king of curses, capable of having any being in the palm of his hands.

including you.

your village faced the wrath of the king of curses himself, not a brick was intact nor a rock left unturned. and what's even worse? he didn't have any reason for his destruction. he just did it out of his sheer will.

perhaps you should consider yourself lucky to have your life spared, along with some other women and children. all the men were gone without traces — maybe for the better.

trapped in the basement of the castle’s kitchen, you await your fate to be eaten.

what was that you said before? lucky? no, you realise how horribly wrong you were. the wails and cries of terror as yet another person was dragged out of the small room was enough to ring in your ears forever.

the sudden quietness that followed soon after was enough to suffocate you.

the room was dark, wet and disgusting. it reeked of decomposed bodies and blood. nobody was fed well and even if one or two loaves of pitiful bread were thrown into the small cell, it wasn't nearly enough to feed a group of starving people.

at least the number keeps decreasing day by day.

you'd notice how the people who cried, begged or fought back were likely speeding up their deaths so you kept to yourself, waiting for your turn, even if it's just a while later.

after what you think was a couple of days came your turn. you had lost your perception of everything in this tiny suffocating room; you might as well be dead.

you heard some loud clanks of the metal door and suddenly, a harsh pull sends you essentially flying towards whoever was grabbing you.

“this is the last one” you heard a gruff voice say as a light shone inside. it felt like ages since you saw any sort of light, of warmth. in a way, you were relieved. your suffering must be finally coming to an end.

“its this one isn't it?” a low voice asks as they being a lamp closer to inspect you. your eyes were opened and after a long while, you saw again.

“why is she in such a weakly state?” the person holding the lamp grimaces at your sight. through your hazy vision, you could still make out the white hair, perfectly in place. they were beautiful.

“well that ain't my fault is it?” the big creature yanks your arm and you fall wherever it does.

suddenly shards of ice fill the room and the fire from the lamp is put out. in its place is a glowing icy caricature of the creature, holding you intact.

as terrifying as cursed techniques can be, they were also mesmerising. the beautiful fridgid sculpture leave you in awe; the rough hand holding your arm was now frozen and unmoving.

“now.” the icy person leans down, meeting your eye level, you hadn't realised the dim moonlight illuminating the ice crystals in the room “what shall we do with you?”

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the next time you're concious enough to make out your surroundings, you find yourself in a small dimly lit room. it was heaven in comparision to the previous one.

you scrumble towards the small lamp and take in the warmth. you had no idea where you were, what happened or what would happen but for now, you were alive. barely, but alive still.

weakly, you sit on the floor— there isn't anywhere else to sit anyway. upon hugging your knees you notice an apparent bruse on your arm. the same place where you were grabbed, the memories come back slowly.

did the white haired person save you? could you maybe have a chance at life?

no, being in captivity by the king of curses himself tells you enough that you weren't going to make it out of here alive. well, it's not like you necessarily want to either. your home and the people in it were gone, some of whom you witnessed their end.

it's only fair for you to meet the same fate as them.

the sound of the door unlocking interrupts your thoughts, then in came the person with snow like hair.

“finish this” they hold out a tray of food and set it down next to you. you only lean away defensively.

without so much of another word, they make their way towards the door that is, until you decided to stop them.

“you saved me didn't you?” it had been a while since you even heard your own voice and you don't miss the way it sounded more resigned than it had ever been.

“do not be fooled. it is all in consideration for my master. finish the plate” with that they walk away, leaving you with even more questions than before.

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when the certain white haired person decides to show up, they look pleased with your health. well, it should come as a no surprise since they keep feeding you — overfeeding you in fact. and you know why.

fatten up the stock so that it's in top shape when it's time to consume it.

“follow me” they say, holding the door open.

obediently, you follow the person you owe your life to, for now anyway, and they lead you through alleys and stairways you had never seen before.

only sounds of footsteps and your exhausted huffs can be heard in the hallway filled with various markings on the wall. you don't even want to know what they mean.

“so… how do i call you?” you manage to ask, maybe if you try to get close to them, maybe they can help a second time.

don't kid yourself.

no reply comes and you feel heat rush to your cheeks from embarassment. but hey at least you tried.

your wandering eyes missed to see them stop before a certain door and you crash into them with a grunt. they must be well built because the impact did not faze them at all.

“sorry” you rub your nose that was sore from bumping your face into their back.

“i go by uraume. i am master sukuna's loyal servant. beyond this door is the garden and you are to take a walk twice a day to build up your stamina. i shall be checking on you daily.”

“why should i need to do that?”

“do as you are told. now go” they open the door for you.

beyond the door is a garden too beautiful to belong in the palace of such an abominable being. flowers of all kind adjourn each corner, flourishing in all their bloosoming glory.

the sky was as clear as can be, with the sun brightly shining as if it's wishing people a good day. the birds chirping and the gentle breeze that brushes through your hair reminds you of your home back in the village and your heart aches a little.

“thankyou” you turn back but uraume is now long gone.

gee must people be so cold around here?

you stroll along the garden, savoring your time outside in so long. how long has it been exactly? you couldn't recall. maybe you should ask uraume the next time they come around.

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only this time when uraume does show up, they don't lead you towards the garden. instead, you find yourself at the door of the king of curses’ throne room.

uraume doesn't say a word and only ushers you in.

is this doomsday? you recall the screams of fear from the people you used to share a home with. the look on their faces, their nails desperately clinging onto the prison bar while pleading for mercy — all of that for naught.

and the silence that followed.

it's possible that the well timed meals and the strolls you took in the beautiful garden was the mercy your people begged for but never got.

maybe you should be thankful you even got to have those.

“master is impatient. you should go in right this instant” uraume insists. something about their behaviour tells you if you don't do as told, you'd have a fate worse than what you could ever think of.

with all the courage you could muster, you unlock the door and take strides into it, as confident as you could make it seem.

the four armed monster looms in front of you, starting down at you as if you were only a mere bug.

perhaps you were — small and helpless, under the mercy of the predator who had seen you.

you bow politely, it seemed like it was the only appropriate thing to do.

sukuna thinks you're pathetic.

just a mere human and not worth his time. there was only a small reason as to why he hasn't had his way with you yet.

your flesh and blood.

to him, you smelled hauntingly sweet and hypnotisingly alluring. that was what drew him to your village in the first place — the hunt for the sweet scent that awakened all his senses, although he doesn't have any idea why.

sukuna is a curious being, he seeks to know the mysteries of the world — one of the reasons why he's so wise, adding to his strength.

so until he has his answers, he plans to keep you around. after that, he can enjoy your flesh however he wants.

just you standing mere feet away from him was enough to tempt him to bite you already. how would it feel to sink his teeth into your skin and have your blood flow down his throat? sukuna couldn't wait until he has the chance to do so.

“leave.” the monster only dismisses you after staring at you so intently, he might as well be staring deep into your soul.

you look up at him in confusion, why would he call you here without any particular reason?

“do your ears not work, human?” sukuna says, rather impatiently.

“lower your gaze and know your place, fool” he practically growls and you look away faster than the speed of light. one more bow and you're bolting out the door.

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your stay at the palace was a cycle of eating, sleeping and taking strolls. it was beginning to get monotonous, boring even. but its much better than facing the king of curses ever again.

you still had no idea why he called you to his throne room and honestly, you don't even want to find out why.

life wasn't so bad — the flowers were beautiful and smelled lovely, the meals were scrumptious and your sleep? well nightmares were inevitable but there were nights when you slept like a log.

and unbeknownst to you, a certain four eyed creature could be seen watching over you. no, observing you. its only right for him to observe his prey right?

it's not out of the goodness of his heart that when you whimper and cry out in your sleep because of a weak nightmare curse looming over your head, he kills it with only a tilt of his own. no, it's only because that curse deters your well being, hence your development to reach your full potential to be a perfect feast for him. nothing more.

weak human, you don't have the means to kill such a low grade curse or even see it. so why were you special? what makes you so different than the other filthy beings with no cursed techniques roaming the earth? sukuna still couldn't tell.

he's aware though — of your silent fear and unspoken resentment you have towards him. he's aware of your quivering soul whenever you sense his presence. he's aware of your desire to escape this place.

but he's also aware of how your smile becomes a little more genuine when you smell a particular flower in his garden. he's aware of how your eyes soften when you see the setting sun. he's aware of how you tried to get close to uraume and only get shut out. he's aware of you.

and that angers him to no end.

what infuriates him even more is how that pathetic servant thinks he can talk to you, and with such ease too. how dare he speak lowly of you? that's a direct insult to him isn't it?

‘you mean less than a concubine?’ sukuna scoffs at him for even comparing you to one.

so the next time he calls the council for a lecture, he doesn't even blink one of his four eyes when the said servant in question gets slashed by his formidable cursed technique.

the room grows thick with the smell of blood that was now splashed all over the carpets and tapestry hanging on the wall—a grueling task for the cleaners later.

“every tongue that rises against my prey shall fall.” the headless body of his once loyal servant serve as testimony to his words.

the palace may be big but rumours flew around: another servant ruthlessly executed by the monstrous beast. even the people under him weren't given an ounce of consideration.

is it a coincidence that it was the same person who cornered you just a day ago? you don't ponder.

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after the ruthless slaughter of your village and everything in it, it didn't take long for sukuna to find his next target.

it wasn't anything new to anybody at all that he was a bloodthirsty beast, revelling in chaos and ruin. one after another, his victims were crushed mindlessly and so easily, it made you sick how powerless other people are in comparison to him.

out of all his battles and countless destruction, one prominent opponent was the fujiwara clan.

they were an elite clan, taking pride in the strength of their squadrons. the world held its breath upon hearing of the battle, maybe they had the potential to rival the king of curses.

the outcome didn't change though. sukuna remained prevalent—bringing the sun, moon and stars at his feet. the five empty generals did not even measure upto him.

the battle must have been so agonising to the point where the authorities were willing to hold festivals in his honour, out of utter terror.

it was at this harvest festival where sukuna had encountered a certain shameless sorcerer who was on her way to be completely obsessed with him.

yorozu had only one goal: to alleviate sukuna's loneliness with her love — something she believed only she was capable of.

thus why she leeches onto him, much like a hick. perhaps sukuna doesn't see her as a threat or he deems her powerful enough, he didn't get rid of her, for now at least.

however, her dreams were short lived.

yorozu sits next to sukuna in his throne room, enticing him with gentle nudges of her exposed chest. her haori was united and her hair fell graciously past her shoulders all the way down her chest.

she only shrieks in horror as she stares at the uninterested man. “you look different… you are different!” she screams angrily.

sukuna only hums in response, deep in thought of how his little prey has been holding up. despite his festivities and celebrations, you were there in the back of his mind, like an itch that cannot be quite scratched.

she stares at him, stepping back further and further “it couldn't be…”

yorozu brings herself to her knees, looking up at sukuna desperately. “i have so much more to teach you about love and the ultimate strength and solitude that it brings!”

she rises, her eyes were erratic, anyone would be afraid of her outburst that was about to come. anyone but sukuna.

“im the one who will teach you about love. that is my purpose and my goal. now tell me, who is it that is taking away your loneliness?”

sukuna raises a brow. it's possibly the only time he indulges yorozu’s antics and also the last.

“i will find out who it is! it doesn't matter if i have to tear this palace apart” yorozu violently darts out the room in search of something, anything. to her, if it was powerful enough to move sukuna then she would have no trouble finding whatever it is.

and she doesn't. not because you're too powerful but rather because of the lack of it. you stuck out like a sore thumb with no cursed energy running through your body, weak and unarmed just strolling across the garden— like the pathetic human you are.

sukuna arrives at the scene, ever observing, ever thinking.

“that is not true love” yorozu mutters, her fists were clenched on her sides as her gaze burnt into you who was unknowing of the fury burning inside her.

“you're mistaken, sukuna. i will show you what real love looks like!” yorozu screams, making her way towards you who could only stare at her in fear, frozen in place.

it would take sukuna less than a blink of his eye to stop her but he was intrigued. what would he feel if you were to be killed? would he feel pain? anger? the beast always finds his answers so he waits.

and what was that about true love? does that woman think he was capable of it? with you, no less? she sees you, a mere human, as a threat so that must mean something.

yorozu lands on you, digging her nails into your skin, blood gushing out of it. sukuna admires the sight.

you scream in agony as she continue to scratch through you and into you with ease. a maniac expression forms on her face at your slowed breaths and now silent helpless whimpers.

but before you were completely gone, sukuna gets rid of her. you were too busy holding onto your life to tell how he did it but one blink was enough for her to be gone and another makes you realise you were caged in the arms of the four armed monster.

“interesting” you heard sukuna say, before your lashes flutter and your eyes close against your will.

sukuna holds your limp body in his arms protectively with calculated gentleness as if a slight jerk would hurt you. well, in your state, it would.

upon watching you get torn apart, sukuna realises he isn't as heartless as he deemed himself. it drives him angry. how could a being as weak as you would have the capability to move him? how could you inflict pain onto him when you're the one who's at his mercy? he scoffs at how ridiculous it is all.

but when his eyes land on you– your fragile body almost lifeless and bleeding, his only thought was towards your safety and not towards devouring you, albeit the sweet scent of your blood tempting him and calling out to him to drink it.

he stares at his hands tainted with the pretty crimson colour, glistening in the sun but it pales in comparison to the way your eyes were shut as if you were only asleep. sukuna sighs, alright then.

his reversed cursed technique flows through his body into your own, healing the deep tears and cuts. he only hopes you aren't too angry at him for waiting that long to step in.

your staggered breathing was replaced with slow even ones and your wounds disappeared as if they had never been there in the first place. a peaceful expression forms on your face and all of sukuna's eyes soften.

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the next time you awaken you find yourself in the comfort of your own room making you doubt if everything that happened was a vivid dream. and you would have believed that doubt if not for the person sitting in the corner of your room, his four arms folded into each other.

you flinch upon seeing him and sit straight up, a groan escapes you involuntarily from your sore body.

“you're awake, brat” his deep voice sends shivers down your spine.

you nod slightly, your eyes on anything besides him.

“how are you feeling?” this makes you jolt your head towards him because did he just ask about your well being? you would say you misheard but the frown and distaste on his face only confirms that he was, in fact, concerned about your condition somehow.

“im feeling alright” you say quietly, still a bit afraid of the man sitting in your room who could easily overpower you if he wanted.

“i should hope so. your weak body didn't take much to heal as easily injurable as it is” he sneers from the shadows that enveloped him.

“so it wasn't a dream?” your voice shook a little which doesn't go unnoticed.

“no. i have taken care of the matter. you may rest at ease” he rises to his feet, he looks way too big to feel safe around. you hug your blankets a little tighter. wait, when did you even have that many?

“do not fear. i do not intend to harm you.” two out of four eyes narrow at you and how scared of him you looked. sukuna doesn't like how that bothers him.

“how do i know that?” your eyes didn't meet him, rightfully so, if it was anyone else who questioned him, sukuna would waste no second getting rid of them altogether.

“it is i.” a viable answer – one that doesn't need any further explaination. sukuna maybe a merciless hard hearted being but he's also a man of his words. anyone who knows him would be aware of this fact.

“but i don't know you.”

he supposes you're right. in a way, nobody knows him. this was also why he remained so strong despite people and sorcerers alike sharpened themselves while fighting him. he did not have an opening to allow them to kill him.

“then you can start from this moment forward.”

“i don't want to.” for the first time, sukuna faces disappointment; but it's a different kind of disappointment. normally he would be discouraged at how nobody was able to stand a chance against him but now, he feels helpless. much like he was the prey and you're the predator.

“and your reason for that is?” ever so curious, he glowered at your body which had somehow become smaller amongst the sheets of blanket you're enveloped by.

“because then… then i will grow to understand you. if i do understand you then that would mean id find out you have a heart. someone with a heart would never… would never…” your voice trails away and you look horrified by the memories flooding your mind.

“so i don't want to know you.” you muster up enough courage to stare into his eyes, all of his eyes and sukuna can feel your soul tremble.

he only watched silently as you fidget under his watchful gaze. great. he's at a loss by someone who's terrified of him, how much more could you hit a blow to his pride.

without a word, he steps out of your room and he could hear you exhale. he huffs in annoyance at how tense you are in his presence. and your words. they might as well be your cursed technique attacking him with every enunciation that came from your mouth.

and they were working.

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the world was somehow shifting. you couldn't exactly pinpoint where or how but it was.

“master has assigned you a new room that would be more comfortable for your stay” uraume says, standing in front of you in a polite stance. “please allow me to guide you there.”

if this is his attempt to make you forget about all the destruction he caused, for whatever reason, it was futile. he was irredeemable.

your thoughts might have been apparant on your face because uraume continues, “master says he does not have an ulterior motive. he simply wants you to be comfortable.”

since when did that beast care about other people's comfort except for his own?

“fine then, show me” if he offered, then there's no problem in accepting. heck maybe you should be taking advantage of his hospitality and ask for whatever you desire. he has put you on death's row and wiped of everyone you knew after all.

you were led to a room that was closer to the main area of the palace, a stark contrast to the basement of the kitchen — where you started from.

pieces of beautiful art were decorating each corner, finest tapestry hanging from the walls, and the curtains? they were of the best material you had ever known. no doubt, this was a room that exceeded even your dreams.

uraume opened the closet revealing kimonos of various kinds, from silk to linen to satin— every kind was there. “i was not aware of your taste so i assorted various kinds.”

you were amazed at the room, the materials – everything but these measly riches don't bring lives back and the monster certainly wasn't capable of any empathy so the words saying he has no ulterior motive were nothing but empty to you.

“what? have i been promoted from prey to concubine now?” the word alone makes you sick to your stomach but it's the only explanation that makes sense.

“you are very wrong. master does not keep concubines. it is only an extension of his kindness.” you laugh, sukuna? kindness? please.

four eyes narrowed at your bitter laugh, sukuna stands in the doorway, each of his two arms folded in each other. he has lost count of how much disrespect he tolerates from you but strangely, it does not give him a drive to kill, only annoyance.

a brow raises when you turn around after being aware of his presence and your laugh, as mocking as it was, dropped into a frown.

seeing how speechless you are, he huffs. from out of nowhere, he conjures up a bow and an arrow to go along with it. sukuna moves stealthily, one step and he's already next to you.

the bow and arrow are shoved into your hands “i have heard you are exceptionally good with these” sukuna says, his voice was low and calculating – if you hadn't known better, you'd say it quivered a little.

he wasn't wrong though, you had to hone some sort of hunting skill for food. life wasn't kind and you learnt it the hard way. nevertheless you felt safer with some kind of weapon you were familiar with, even though they won't be of much help against a sorcerer.

“master’s very own bow and arrow” uraume interrupted, their face had an expression of shock you had never seen on them before. there was an engraving on them– the same mark that sukuna had on his body.

“why give me this?” you ask and receive no answer. not because sukuna doesn't want to answer you, he simply doesn't have a reason. he just wanted you to have it. it felt natural. he'll be damned before he ever admits that to you or even to himself.

“what if i use it on you?” you press on, clutching onto the wooden weapon tightly. “what if i wanted to fire this at you?”

“i would let you.”

it caught you by surprise. why? you want to ask but you also didn't want to hear his reason. you don't want to know him. the little barrier you had put between you both is the only thing giving you leverage against such a vicious being, you couldn't afford to have it break down.

taking a quick abrupt step back, you line the end of the arrow to the bowstring and pull on it with an expert ease, aiming it at sukuna. uraume was about to step in but sukuna waves them off. as if the most feared curse user couldn't defend himself.

he could already have you breathing your last breath in a mere second if he wanted to but of course, he doesn't. he just stands there unmoving. his lack of response to your threat made you all the more aggravated.

“aren't you going to stop me?”

“no. proceed with whatever you intend to do, i shall not stop you.” sukuna's folded arms fell to his sides, giving you an open target for his heart.

now you should be firing your arrow with no hesitation right? you have hunted down countless moving targets from as small as a bird to something as big as a deer.

and they were running while you manage to hit a bullseye – every single time. so now this unmoving big target within just a few meters would be a piece of cake. it's your chance to end the tyranny of his wicked rule and him altogether– a chance that had not been granted to anyone who stands against him.

but your hands wouldn't move. they wouldn't let go of the string to propel the arrow towards him. they were frozen in place. you would have doubted uraume’s technique being in play but no signs of ice crystals found themselves anywhere near.

sukuna waits and you wonder if he was ever this patient.

your hands tremble, slowly letting your form down. why couldn't you just do it?

“human–”

sukuna's words were cut short by a swift arrow flying towards him. he didn't make a move to avoid it.

your trembling hands were now perfectly stable holding the bow. your breathing was calm, collected even. if anyone were to see you now, they'd wonder who the beast is. empty eyes deadpan at your target.

sukuna stares back, his cheek bleeding from the graze of the arrow. unlike your soul-less face, a satisfactory smile creeps onto sukuna's. “you didn't miss, did you? you aimed here on purpose.” his hands caress the small wound in awe.

“next time i wont.”

“as i have said, i will not stop you.”

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the new room was comfortable, all your needs were tended to and your conduct exceeded your desires. you were treated equal to a queen, if you knew how.

and uraume, sukuna's loyal servant, was now your own. they were still very distant though, not speaking more than they needed to. not like you really minded anyway.

uraume was there to observe. they were under strict orders to keep you safe and also report your daily status to sukuna. you weren't exactly aware of this part but there's no harm done so by logic, there wasn't a problem with it either.

sukuna finds the corner of his mouth twitch when uraume mentioned that you sang obnoxiously loud because you thought nobody was around. he'd have loved to hear that himself.

the amusing brief about you was however rudely interrupted by a strange person brave enough to march directly into the throne room unannounced.

“you're from the kamo clan aren't you? have you come to die a meaningful death?” sukuna's thirst for battle heightened upon seeing a sorcerer from one of the three main clans in jujutsu. maybe finally, he can have a strong opponent and enjoy the fight without having it end too early.

but the man only chuckles “no, i have come here to negotiate with the almighty king of curses himself”

sukuna frowns, now staring at him unamused “you do not have anything worth a value to me. fight or die a pathetic death.”

“i will do neither of those.” noritoshi kamo, stands face to face with sukuna without a hint of fear in his eyes and that makes sukuna curious. just what kind of offer does he have to be so bold?

“prove that you are worth my time you filthy scum” sukuna glowers at the man, getting more and more impatient by the second.

“how about that prey? how is your little prey doing?” kamo smirks and it's enough to tempt sukuna to cut through his skull but no, he refrains because anything that involves you, sukuna doesn't take it lightly.

“speak up or i’ll have you slashed.” sukuna remarks impatiently.

“it would be a shame to have her taken away from you isn't it?” the old man sneers.

the next thing he knows is his ragged breath and a sharp pain across his chest, kamo falls to his knees. sukuna’s technique had manifested a cut through his chest, although not deep enough to end him. with blood oozing out of the fresh cut and his mouth, he still has the courage to glare at the four eyed creature.

“you must not value your life” sukuna says nonchalantly, leaning against one of his hand, the grotesque sight was nothing new to him at all.

“your reign is coming to an end isn't it?” kamo laughs, although it comes out through splutters of blood. “no matter how powerful you are, you are not immortal sukuna, you still won't defeat death!”

as if sukuna is one to fear death. sukuna only sighs, revelling in the bloodied state of his intimidator.

“and your little human toy won't either” that earns a reaction from him. sukuna's eyes narrow at the pitiful man fighting for his life.

“what are you suggesting?”

“what if i tell you– that there is a way for you to be immortal? and that it's possible to find her in every lifetime?”

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everyone who knows sukuna knows that he does not get hurt. or yet, there's nobody who's strong enough to hurt him. generation upon generation, sorcerers have teamed up to get rid of him but with no luck. not even one of them could land a hit on the ferocious being.

all the more reason for you to be speechless when he returns with a huge hole in his stomach, bleeding continuously.

it was during your stroll that you saw him staggering over to his room.

okay maybe that was a lie. maybe you'd heard that a very prominent sorcerer in the jujutsu society had challenged him. you didn't know much about that world but it was enough to worry you, even if sukuna was undefeated.

so maybe that worry brings you into a situation where he arrived just while you were taking a stroll in the garden. you definitely didn't purposely take longer to watch the birds fly back to their nest in hopes of making sure sukuna returns. definitely not.

that's also NOT why you're knocking on his door boldly.

the door opens, revealing a confused sukuna. your eyes dart down to his injury but it seems the blood had stopped, still looking nasty regardless.

you wince just by looking at it but sukuna interrupts your unwarranted examination. “eyes here human. what do you want?”

for someone who's supposed to be prey, you're bold because in the next moment, you find yourself pushing through the door and asking him to sit down.

yes. you— a mere human, barged through his room and asked him to sit. when he doesn't comply, you walk up to him, pulling on one of his hands, guiding him towards his chair and sat him down. and strangely, no hint of protest came from him – not even a grunt or a growl.

with familiar ease, you call in uraume and ask for an emergency kit. they hesitate but comply regardless.

your expert hands slowly disinfect the wound and start stitching it up, not even sparing a glance at the man who just watches you and lets you do whatever you want to him.

“where have you garnered skills to do this?” sukuna asks mid stitch and it's only then that you realised he hasn't done so much as flinch. you could imagine how painful it would've been for a normal human but apparently this counts for nothing to him.

“when you're desperate enough, you just know” the last string goes through his flesh and you tie a knot, snapping the thread off. your movements slow when you realise you're touching him– skin and all, with your own.

your eyes lock when you search for his and they stare back. this time, you don't see a vicious brute but in its place, you see the eyes of a man. and not just any man, if you allowed your thoughts to wander you'd say it was the same look of a man capable of love.

but you don't – you look away. and sukuna's could feel a slight pull in his chest.

“human.”

“i have a name”

“human.”

the disregard for your name only makes you roll your eyes in annoyance. the man only chuckles at the sight.

“you do realise i can heal myself?”

a pause. of course how could you forget? reversed cursed technique they call it? all these magical powers granted to them made no sense to you at all. you only stare at the wall dumbfounded as sukuna downright laughs at your humiliated expression.

“why didn't you stop me then?” your grumble only amuses him further.

“perhaps because i wanted you to acknowledge how foolish you are?” his tone was teasing and not a hint of malicious intent was within it. a smile creeps on your lips and sukuna could swear his heart rate accelerated.

“i could show it to you if you're curious” your wide eyes give him all the confirmation he needed. sukuna rises on his feet, the prior horrid injury long forgotten.

“you could… take off the bandages. if they aren't effective anyway since you can heal” you shrug, trying to brush off your wholly service that was in fact not required in the first place.

“i rather they stay.” his hands graze them gently and you could swear he smiled at the pitiful mounts of cotton plastered on his abdomen.

“come. allow me to show you what im capable of.” he offers you a hand, out of the many he has and his shoulder slumps in relief when you take it without any protest.

he takes you outside and leads you towards your favourite spot in the garden. you don't let yourself wonder if it's a coincidence or not.

“see that fruit?” he gestures to a ripe apple hanging on its tree – super red and just the perfect size.

“yeah want about it?” you tilt your head towards him curiously making sukuna more enthusiastic to show you his perfectly crafted technique.

an invisible slash cuts the single fruit out of the tree, making it fall. it was barely noticeable and you'd think it fell on its own if not for the perfect slices it has all while it landed in the palm of your hands.

your wide eyed gaze only delights the man responsible for it. you take one slice off and admire the precision “you did this?? no way!”

sukuna heaves his chest proudly. strangely, your adulation to his antic gives him so much more satisfaction than wiping out an entire village.

“wait till you see this” sukuna takes a step back, his lips quirking up into a tight smirk upon seeing your expectant expression.

he places his hands together and gestures up signs that were not familiar to you. “fuga « open »” his low voice chants while fire manifests into the palm of his hands. he moulds the flames skillfully as it takes the shape of an arrow – a fire arrow.

and you're left with your mouth agape, he was truly terrifying. such bright flames don't even burn him but instead falls into his command.

sukuna likes the way you stare at him in wonder and was tempted to tell you that he created this very technique in honour of you and your bold decision in grazing his cheek with your arrow but for now, he holds his tongue and lets you admire as long as you want.

when the flames burn away, you're still in a haze— staring at the man in front of you with diluted pupils: one might think you're in love.

as sukuna focuses his eyes into your own, he's certain he could see into your soul which grows a little more familiar to him everytime he sees you. no it's not how he feels the familiar terror in someone's soul when they tremble in fear of him just as he was about to take their life.

it's not the same shudder of fear he used to feel when he's around you. this time, it's inviting. he feels he could be stripped of his technique and just be a normal being if it meant he could submerge himself in it.

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sukuna used to anticipate how he would die. he wanted to meet someone who would be strong enough to give him a formidable death fit for the most evil being to tread the world. news of fresh generation of strong sorcerers would excite him.

but the moment he knew he was entranced by you, that prior excitement was now replaced by fear. not fear for his death but rather, for yours. if anything were to happen to him, who would protect you?

it doesn't help how his enemies were catching hints on his possible weakness now. it all started with that damn bastard from the kamo clan, whom sukuna swears to kill. him and everybody else that could pose as a threat to you, he swears he will kill them all.

a little part of him also starts to fear for his own end. he fears that no matter how long he lives, he might think he doesn't have enough time with you. how could he when you're here, showing the sides or the world he never knew existed? the same world you weaved with every gentle word you say, no matter how insignificant.

sukuna can't get enough of the small smiles that were appearing more frequently when he reaches out to hold your tiny hand in his big ones.

he can't get enough of your soft snores when you're asleep in his chest– no more nightmares haunting your sleep because as long as he's around, any curse would have to fight him to get to you. no curse was bold enough to do so.

and mostly, he can't get enough of your small gentle strokes across his face. your touch was feather light and curious but so so loving that even when your hands were about to be pulled away, his own grabs them and makes them stay.

sukuna has nothing at all to base it off of, but if he had to name what he's feeling right now, it would be along the lines of complete devotion to you – in other words, he suspects it's the feeling these weak humans and yozoru keep preaching about: love.

and he's not denying it– not to himself at least or he can't. during his recent battles, he observes himself ending it as quick as possible.

instead of luxuriating in the thrill of battle, he finds himself rushing to kill his opponent – to end it as quick as it was humanely possible because every second he spends away from you is a second wasted.

he was becoming more precise and ruthless now that he has something to protect.

that's why even when you ask about his murder streak and if he could lessen it, he just ruffles your hair and tells you not to worry.

any sorcerer who has gotten close enough to land their sights on you were brutally tortured until they give up on their life altogether.

however, life can be funny at times. his own fear for your well being is possibly responsible for the curse that now latches onto you, consuming and draining the life out of you and sukuna's forced to watch as you slowly became a husk of who you used to be. so really, it's not funny at all.

he feels helpless and he is. none of the cursed techniques he has could exorcise the curse blooming inside you and spreading through your veins.

he has been warned before and he didn't care. he never fathomed to ever find someone to love so he traded his soul for his fervent reign – a binding vow: any being whose soul remotely gets near his own would ruin itself without any means for its resurrection.

another condition of the vow was for him to forget about it only after it was too late. at the time the vow was made, sukuna had thought, no, he'd known he lucked out by a power at the price of such a feeble condition but now… now he knows how gut wrenchingly wrong he was.

sukuna slumps in defeat at the sight of your weak body fighting itself. all his four hands encased one of yours as he listens to your staggering breaths that slowly becomes more faint than the last.

for the first time, no matter how tainted his hands were of from the numerous people he murdered in cold blood, sukuna finds himself praying; not for salvation or forgiveness but for your suffering to be placed onto him instead.

he has just found happiness with you, and in you, had just started to learn how to love someone so much that all his wicked ways were something he wished he never did. he had been stupid and arrogant – too arrogant. he was sure the heaven and whole generations of people he killed were now laughing at him drowning in his own misery. how the tables have turned on him and humbled him.

“kuna..” your barely audible voice mades him lean closer to your face, one of his large hands coming up to caress your face delicately.

“human. save your energy” sukuna scolds but his tone was not demanding by any means. it was desperate, desperate for just one more second of you.

a faint smile ghosts your almost now deathly pale face “it's not your fault.” you manage to cough out through staggering breaths.

sukuna's world might as well stop. it was his fault, everything was his fault. from the moment he caught a whiff of your sweet sweet blood to when he looked at you as nothing but prey to the moment when you became the sole reason for his existence, it was all his doing. he has taken you and tangled you amidst the string of despair.

his head shakes in denial, no words coming out of both his two mouths. so much to say, so many ways to say it but nothing.

but you know, the four pupils staring at you take the form of hearts, and that tells you everything. it could be just an illusion you'd heard people speak of on the verge of death but it's enough for you.

your sweet blood slowly looses its essence as you close your eyes, the last light inside you leisurely fading away.

“oi human” sukuna calls but there was no response.

“answer me” a plea.

still no answer as your hand slowly goes limp in his own. there was silence and nothing. so much of nothing that was unfamiliar in the otherwise air of curiousity that always surrounded you.

“human.” sukuna's voice wavers as his hands come to cup your too peaceful face. he searches for any signs of life but he finds none. before he knew it, a drop of water landed on your clueless yet beautiful features, then another and another.

the monster was crying. not just crying – he wept.

his entire body shakes as he lets out his pain, holding onto you desperately as if that would bring you back.

“human” he dries away his own tears on your face and brushes away the hair that dared hide even a portion of it.

“you're not a curse. you have never been. you were my blessing, my salvation. you are the best thing that have ever happened to me. you cleared my skies and showed me how it was to love… and be loved.”

sukuna trembled in grief at your loss. the king of curses– reduced to a man in love.

perhaps he wasn't the cannibal here. perhaps you were the one who slowly teared him apart and consumed his very being– merging yourself into his core without him even realising it.

but one thing he knows for sure is that if he were to do it again, he'd let himself be devoured entirely by you. over and over again. to be loved is to be consumed and he's offering himself to you, flesh and bones on a silver platter.

“until next time, my love.” he leans in and places a fragile kiss onto your forehead and that's the first and last time he has a taste of you.

with the last drop of your blood running dry and the absence of the warmth that made you, you; sukuna finds his answer – the reason why your blood tasted so sweet was because he was made to crave it. something he could quench his thirst with but never getting the chance to do so; a punishment perfectly fit for him.

“your deal. i shall agree to it on a condition” sukuna glowers at kamo who only smirks with an ‘i told you so’ written all over his face. sukuna would have slashed him to bits if it weren't for the agreement he agreed to take up on.

“i shall trade my soul to become a curse only if i get reincarnated exactly a thousand years from now” sukuna proposes, no, commands. it is said that a soul is reincarnated only once every thousand years and he wants to make sure he finds you in the next lifetime. maybe then, he'll have enough time with you and if he's lucky enough, be able to love you without bounds.

“that could be arranged” kamo quirks his head in a way sukuna despises. “but she'll have no memory of you. you're proceeding with this knowledge, yes?”

sukuna only narrows his eyes and ignores his question “that is not all. erase her existence from the minds of everyone besides me. generations hence, no one shall know who she is. her name shall be removed from every mouth that speaks of my reign.”

kamo smiles lazily “your soul is not worth that much sukuna”. the man strolls freely in the room, not minding the looming presence of the king of curses. “however, a binding vow could be arranged.”

great. another binding vow. but if that means he'll meet you in a thousand years time, he'll vow as many times as required.

“the grounds of the vow is as follows: you shall be reincarnated only if there appears a vessel suitable to withstand you.” kamo proposes. “your fingers will be cut and hidden in vast areas across the world and you shall only succeed in full reincarnation if you find them and consume them, all while being suppressed by the vessel.”

sukuna frowns and kamo only laughs “do you agree to the vow knowing all the risk it carries?”

conditions and regulations were a pain but nothing could stop a man desperate enough to give up his soul twice. “very well” sukuna agrees.

and that is how the heian era and sukuna's legacy came to an end; sealing himself – and the memories of you only he carries with him – into his twenty fingers, each of which turned into cursed objects scattered far and wide like pieces of puzzle waiting until the time comes for it to fit itself together again.

[sea-lanterns]

I’ve been losing it over Ei for so long this week outta nowhere so here’s my modern Ei thoughts

She’s your boss…I’m not explaining just know she is she’s also the same boss who bends you over her desk telling you “be quiet it’s unprofessional.” But yet when you hold back she’s mad she doesn’t normally take you over the desk she’s a classy women but when she saw you flirting with the new hire yae Miko she lost it You’re hers she’s never really said that exactly but you should figure it out when she’s fingering you at her desk or your on your knees eating her out maybe ei was just…jealous don’t mention tho if you do she’ll assume it’s brat behavior she’ll get you to the brink of cumming then stop ei will tell you leave now you gotta finish yourself off in the office bathroom…or wait till you get home that being said I absolutely want ei to break my back in half👏

-☀️ (watch out for a Lisa thirst soon I started re-falling inlove with her half way through writing this thirst😭)

so, i actually believe more in bottom ei supremacy but top ei is still hot too ( 〃．．)

also…lisa thirst when? (>人<；)

nsfw under the cut —————————

boss ei that gets so quiet when she sees you flirting with new hire yae miko. her eyes narrowing when she sees you giggling softly behind your hand, the other woman’s hot breath tickling your ear and causing you to smile. the sight made her heart burn hot, and she couldn’t stand seeing you all flustered with a woman who barely knew you…

she is better than that…sneaky, conniving woman. she knows what you like. she knows what turns you on. she’s slept with you multiple times to know your exact tastes in a woman, so much so that she believes she’s so much more than a fuckbuddy to you…

“is something wrong, ei…?” you ask during one of your love making sessions. your boss stopping momentarily to stare at you with all the jealousy, pain, lust and love for you. it hurt…but she’ll take it out on you in a way that makes the both of you feel good.

“bend over.”

she says monotonously. not waiting for you to move as she pushes you down until you’re arched over the hardwood of her desk. she catches you off guard and pins you down to keep you trapped beneath her body. warm hands pushing up against your skirt and cupping your pussy softly. she was a lot more quiet, more rough this time the way she manhandled you. making sure each thrust of her fingers had an image of miko flirting with you in order to make sure she was fucking you properly.

“e-ei—!” you’ve never seen her like this, hips bouncing as she kept the speed faster than normal, venting out all the frustration and fear she felt for losing you to that irritatingly flirty woman.

“quiet…” she stops for a moment, long fingers slowly sliding in and out at a pace that made you calm down. breaths heaving when she leans over to whisper in your ear just how miko did.

“whoever is fucking you…i want you to think of me and me only…”

she groans, slowly picking up the pace again and leaving you squeezing her fingers with wet, velvety walls. overstimulating you until all you could see and think of were ei’s eyes staring down into yours…

…i think i got a little carried away with this one. (ーー; )

[thatweirdfetish]

In the short time I didn't have tiktok, I couldn't silence the invasive thoughts with thirst traps of buff women and Emmrich enthusiasts. Instead I opted to write scenes, things that make me think of Emmrich, and a collective of things that I can physically hear him say.

"I'll envy even the dirt that wraps up your body, my dear." dunno where I heard it but it's got Em all over it.

"Whether you come as a lover or an executioner, I am ready to receive you.” for specifically Lich!Emmrich

"Have you heard of the lovelorn wanderer? The woman that dug in the dirt for her not so lover?" lover girl is literally haunting the grounds Emmrich died at, no matter how he passed she still digs

"Rook darling, why can't you get it? I have had my beginning and I know how this ends, the middle is where you were found. The ever encapsulating unknown of the in between, it's beautiful but so horrifically short."

"Darling, how this almost ruined me- To be a man that lives in the darkness would have been better than to be the man that life found, the man on his knees who prayed for your return is worse off than the man who never knew its grace. (Solas)He spoke of fairness in a game that we should not play. The only equality to be seen is the one where you walked away. Love wants to be as simple as breathing, but it came as swift as the waves recede. Love does not care for the speed nor for the height of which the waves have grown; it only knows destruction or how it will swallow you whole." my brain went a lil wild after he said 'darling I thought I'd lost you forever' in such a sad voice

'Silence had never felt so heavy as when he looked up at me, cradling the limp stature of his ward. Our son, "We must go to the Necropolis.." he strained out, veilfire dancing in the collective tears we both were attempting to will away. "ahem- Of course, would you like me t-" The crunch of dirt scattering under his boot cut her short as he lifts Manfred wordlessly. The soft tremor of his shoulders breaking the thinly veiled composure he clings to as he strided forward. Neve's hand on my shoulder is the only thing helping to maintain my own.'

And now a little scene between my Rook's mother and her ever patient baby daddy.

"One of us has to consider my morality!" she watched as his grey hair slowly fell out of place, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he spoke despite his measured tone, the desperate dedication filling his eyes as he looked upon her. "Emmrich please, I know the risks at hand here-" "At your age?" he cuts in, her eyes quick to snap up to his narrowing.

Hands clenched on reflex as she inhales deeply. "That's not fair and you know it" she whispered before returning her gaze to him with an almost unbearable softness. "Yes, at my age. I'm not some naive dalen roaming the Arlathan wilds, nor am I some spry junior attending your lectures. You have six, say it with me, SIX years on me at most. Our children are nearly half our age. And it would do you well to remember that,"

She watched as his posture snapped straight, confusion clouding up his expression as his eyes bounced across her features expectantly. Her eyebrows knitting together in confusion, "What?" She asks, anxiety nipping at her tongue.

"Children- you said CHILDREN, plural.." he spoke slowly, carefully. Almost playing with the way the words flowed from his mouth.

"Yes I di-" it was her turn to still now, eyes quickly dropped to the floor.

Fuck, she hadn't told him about Emiliana yet.

He took a tentative step forward, gold clinking as he raised his arm to quietly sit in the space between. "Hyacinth- No, Cin darling look at me. Please" he begged, attempting to coax her. But she didn't stir, eyes remained transfixed to the floor out of guilt or desperation he couldn't be sure. So he did what he thought was best and attempted to speak one more time, only to fall silent at the shake of her shoulders as her voice rang out once again.

“Emiliana," she muttered out, "our daughter's name is Emiliana. She's wonderful, so intelligent and diligent. I doubt even a Pride demon could have pried her out of the Skyhold library,” a sad chuckles slipped from her lips as her hand came up to mindlessly thumb at her necklace.

-which is an intricate Locket he's realizing upon closer inspection.

“She's not very adept at magic much to her frustration, I fear it may be the only thing she inherited from me beyond the freckles. She'll be damned if that stops her though," a deep sigh filled the gap as Cin rose her head once more. Tears streaked across her face, but her eyes burned with such loving familiarity it nearly sent him reeling.

“You should see how she flourishes when she is in the thick of her alchemist studies, I'd dare to say her love of botany could put yours to shame with the course she's on at present.” His eyes are wide, careful to note every word, every loving detail she's sharing so rapidly despite the heavy reluctance her voice strained through. The pride he can't help but to bask in with her at every new revelation, and the pain of lost experiences he'll never share.

A small, almost imperceivable smile twitched at the corner of her lips as she wiped away a stray tear.

“She's grown to be so much like you, it nearly had me bent to the knee in mourning at what was taken from you all unknowingly when I ran away with them..”

The crackling of the fireplace and the click of heels against stone echoed against the oppressive silence as he approached her once again. Hands delicate as one came to softly grasp at her twitching hand to remove it from the locket momentarily, while his gloved one patiently cradles her cheek.

“May I?” he asks, voice soft but not demanding as his thumb traces small circles along her face in attempts to help clear up her gathered tears.

Swallowing thickly, she nods ever so slightly. The anxiety, the grief, the anticipation all of it fell to her feet as she watched him.

Still she was eager to drink in the subtle aging of his features with such close proximity, the once shapely cheekbones that's sharpened with the march of time. The ever encapsulating creases of his laugh lines that deepened, and the new ones that formed at the corner of his eyes. That one early onset grey streak that seamlessly bled out and took over the rest of his thick locks save for a long thicket that remains just as pitch black against his widowspeak.

Her eyes flick towards his hand as it gingerly prys open her locket while she notes the slight crinkles of his skin at his knuckles, the greenish hue of the veins under his alabaster skin creeping out from the clicking bracelets in a quiet act of defiance. Even the small dusting of age spots that gather on the top of his hands she's happy to drink up in an attempt to steady herself.

His sharp intake of breath quickly throws her out of it again though as the anxiety coils back through her like a vice grip. His hand slipped from her cheek once more, careful to cradle the locket between both palms that now laid fully unfolded in his grasp.

The tears the fell from his eyes causing her to harshly bite down on her tongue, quick to silence any of her own sobs.

His eyes quickly darted across the golden pendant savoring the images. The first one held the likeness of a child with some of the messiest curls he'd ever seen and a mischievous grin shy of a front tooth. “Rook– no, Edwin..” he spoke with quiet amusement as his thumb gingerly ran along the frame before moving to the next.

There sat the three of them, Edwin barely a hair bigger happily curled into his mother with a hand placed ever so softly on a bundle with pitch black tuffs of hair poking out, he sighed, one that rattled deep from within his chest. “Emiliana?” he questioned, as his thumb lightly grazed the picture while he turned his gaze to Cin.

The metallic taste of blood pooled on her tongue as she nodded wordlessly. Eyelashes heavy with unshed tears as she watched him return to the photo, a somber smile pulling at his lips as he turned to the last one.

He laughed, a genuine deep laugh at the third image. It was of them in their youth standing side by side, covered head to foot in soot and grime. Cin’s wild grin as she eagerly clung to Emmrich's arm, wearing his own coy smile.

“Of all the photos, of all excursions, you pick the messiest one to commit to gold?” he questions, his voice light with mock offense despite the tears that glide down his face. At this she broke, the hideous sound of her sob filled the room at his tender tone.

She sinks in of herself, clutching at her chest tightly in a vain attempt to sooth the violence of her shuddering breaths. Her voice cracking and she speaks,

“Don't just smile at me like that Emmrich, I- I don't deserve it, please” her nails bite into her skin as she clawed at her arm. “Look at what my fear, my selfish fear TOOK from you. I couldn't even, I didn't-”

Her eyes were blown wide with fear and regret, words beginning and dying on her tongue as she grasped roughly at the root her hair pushing it from her face as she laughed.

“I got pregnant not once, but TWICE and ran from you both times. I didn't even give you the courtesy of knowing it happened, I had every opportunity to after Edwin. You were there, right there in front of me at that banquet. We even went off to the gardens to be alone it was the perfect time, it was right fucking there- and then you kissed me and it's like I forgot about everything I was supposed to say and then we-” she paused closing her eyes taking a deep breath and continued, anxiously pacing.

“And then Emiliana came to my attention on that boat on my way from Navarre to Val Royeaux and I just.. How could I just send a letter..? You were rising so high in the order, your reputation was worth it's weight in gold, you were SOMEBODY and I was just- I didn't want to ruin what you'd been working your whole life for, how could I dare to-” she releases her hair, aggressively wiping her tears along her sleeve as she mutter on.

“We were so careful yet still twice it happened, twice. I'll never regret them, and never have but I couldn't drag you down with me. You had so much potential, THEY have so much potential, but I was just a glorified body guard who was apparently trying to move up the ranks by ‘attempting to seduce you’ to our peers.” She stops her ministrations long enough to finally look at him, the quiet recognition of her words lingering in his eyes.

“Cin, you know I'd never believe the humor of such hearsay,” he whispered.

“It wasn't just about you, or me at that point though. I had bigger concerns, and we both know how nobles respond to such cases. Lead alone the senior watchers at the time, even with the low birth status your abilities made you a high value bachelor for better or worse. If word got out about well,” she gestures vaguely to herself. “Do you truly think they'd just let me be? Lead alone Edwin? It would of been a miracle if they let me keep him, especially when he started showing signs of his affinity for corpse whispering so young..” sighing, she turns and sits down at the foot of the steps. Pressing her forehead into her palms.

“I regret not telling you truly, I have for twenty-eight years, Emmrich. While I stand by the decision that led me to leave, I won't forgive the means I had to take to do it. And you being so ready to receive me despite it, let alone smile at me? I don't deserve it, I just don't.”

With a soft breath he strolls beside her, quick to take a seat next to her as he stares at his desk mindlessly twirling the ring on his thumb.

“You know, I once thought about getting married and settling down. It was after you left of course, but not too long after that banquet if I'm being brutally honest. I threw myself into a new whirlwind romance, and convinced myself this was it. This is that one,” She lifted her head slightly to peer over at him, “Seriously?” she questioned.

“Oh absolutely, barely a month in and I was ready to look at jewelry. I was deluding myself off course, but you know how easily I resign myself to my whims, dearest.” he mused, earning a soft snort from beside him.

“Yes, believe me I remember the desire demon incident very clearly..” she muttered, a soft smile tugging at her features.

“Exactly! Well to what I'm sure will come to you as an utter shock, she was only looking for a temporary connection that summer. She was, and I am quoting her here, ‘up to her ears with art she needed to appraise and didn't have the time.’ A lovely woman despite it, we still exchange letters on certain Navarre paintings that cross her path once a blue moon.” he turned towards her with a coy smile.

“My point however is you truly never know what fate will pull towards or away from you, the only certainty for a lack of better wording is the inevitability of death and all that comes with it. We've both lived enough life to acknowledge that much, and I'm sorry for my lack of poor phrasing earlier.” his body naturally gravitating towards her as he spoke.

“You shouldn't be apologizing for anything, given my childish behavior up to present time I think I should be the one on their knees groveling.” she mused, a familiar teasing edge slipping into her tone.

“While my memory savours the time you spent down on your knees for me darling, I am regretful to be the voice of reason and say this may not be the best time.” he said, voice barely above a whisper as he glances between her eyes and lips slowly.

To say the breath escaped her lungs would be an understatement, as she stared up at him wide eyed entranced by his hazed over gaze.

A sly grin is what he's met with as she regains her senses, “Since when have you cared about reasonable times and places? Or am I remembering our time pressed against the ‘Love in Life and Death’ statue incorrectly?” her hand comes to cup his cheek tentatively, eyes scanning his for any hesitation or reluctance.

Here she finds only a longing smile and a warm hand pressed against hers as he draws her closer.

“I wouldn't dare, be certain the true event was even more remarkable than your memory allows,” he pauses momentarily to bring his face just shy of her lips as he stares her down diligently. “I would however be so bold as to say that whatever you've committed to memory I can readily assure the present reality would surpass even your most vivid recollections.”

Her hand trailed down his neck slowly to his collar pin, undoing it with an ease that can only be chalked to muscle memory as her nose nudged his.

“Such pretty words for such a vulgar sentime-” she began but the creak of the door opening snapped them both away from one another just as quickly as they were drawn in.

“Hey mom you'll never guess who came through the-” Edwin stared at the scene before him with a brief flash of confusion then mortification at the way they looked away from each other. Emmrich's crossed legs and his mother's fidgeting of her hair only sinking the horror deeper.

“Makers tits, nope- NOPE.” Quickly he turned on his heel to yell over the banister, “ILIY, NEXT TIME YOU'RE GOING THROUGH THE DOOR FIRST I REFUSE TO LET THEM RUIN SEX FOR ME”

Following a sign from Hyacinth, a loud snort and hiss echoed from the ground floor that caused Emmrich head to rapidly whip towards.

“Truly you never change do you, Eds?” a unfamiliar voice spoke much to Emmrich's delight and Hyacinth elation as they both bolt upright out the door. There by a very interested Manfred stood what Emmrich could only describe for a lack of a better wording to be, a hyper feminine version of himself poised comfortable on the landing.

[mandu-17]

DREAMCATCHER reaction to their girlfriend sending them a thirst trap

Requested by: @marrynikole

Request: Dreamcatcher reacting to their girlfriend sending them a thirst trap 👀

A/N: this request is soooo cool, i'm sorry for the long wait

Jiu

The moment Jiu saw the picture you sent, her eyes were blown wide. She quickly looked around to make sure no one else could see your half naked body displayed on her phone. Gosh you looked so good, she thought with a loud gasp. The other members looked at her questioningly, she had to give them a poor excuse that she just saw a cute phone case on sale, but luckily they bought it and didn’t dig any deeper. Everyone knew how Jiu could get at phone cases.

Trapped at work all she could do was to imagine the naughty things she’d do to you if she’d been there. For the rest of the schedule, Jiu stayed quiet with her mind running wild. Next time she’ll see you, she’ll have to teach you a lesson - torturing her the way you did was strictly forbidden.

Sua

Sua’s screams were nothing new to anyone who’d known anything about Dreamcatcher. This time her scream was surprisingly even more high pitched. You just sent her a thirst trap. While she was working her ass off, adding final touches to the new choreography. Sua couldn’t remember the last time she felt so frustrated. You were so far away, it was not fair. Despite having pure intentions, truly wanting to create a dancing masterpiece - she knew the practise was over. There was no way she’d be able to focus on anything else now. A defeated sigh left her mouth as she packed her bag in a hurry before announcing the end of work. She was speeding through the city late at night, feeling this wild urge as if your body was calling out for her.

Siyeon

Poor Siyeon was pouting at her phone. She was so far away and it was very late. Everyone was asleep already, as her and the members had left Seoul for few days to shoot a new variety show. Like a lost puppy she could only look and admire the beautiful shape of your body. Her finger traced your curves on the screen, but she would give anything up in order to have you physically by her side. Oh, the things she’d do... Two could play this game though, she smiled after a moment of realization. She wrote what she’d do if you were together. Before she really acknowledged it, she pressed ‘send’ to a message that was describing her intentions incredibly well. You replied right away. Who said sexting wasn’t allowed?

Handong

Dongie’s mouth fell open, but her hand was fast to cover it. Before anyone could see what was on her phone she locked it. With a deep breath, Chinese looked around the room - she tried to stay calm or at least appear to be fine. Handong gulped thickly and excused herself from the almost full recording studio. She found a place to sit in the hall, that’s where she clicked on your message again and let her eyes wander properly. A disappointed sigh left her lips. Why would you do that to her? Why would you send something like that when you perfectly knew that it’d only make her blood boil? She definitely had to take care of you so that you had some boundaries. Simulating feeling sick suddenly became a very tempting idea, she smirked.

Yoohyeon

Yoohyeon literally choked on the water she was drinking causing many eyes to turn in her direction. She quickly apologized and affirmed that she was fine before heading off to the quiet corner of the room. Then she was able to take a decent look at the pic you’d sent. Utterly frustrated, she bit her lip hating the fact that all she could do for now was to stare at the screen. Gosh, she wanted to touch you again. Frankly speaking you got her worked up within a second. It took one silly thirst trap for her to forget about the whole world. Trying her best not to blush too much, she responded with a short text and put the phone away. It was a busy day with no hope of going home early, Yooh had to focus on her job. The sooner she’ll be done the sooner you’d be in her arms.

Dami

Dami had to clear her throat. It became dry once she opened her chat with you. With no hesitation, she went to the nearest bathroom hoping for some privacy. She wouldn’t bare it if anyone at the company saw the things you were sending. It’d be very embarrassing. Very. Back to the situation you put her in, Dami shook her head slightly amused at how desperate you could get for her. Her fingers already working on a response, as tip of her tongue swirled across her top lip. She had to be fast, entire team was getting ready to perform on stage. Sharp yet playful message was perfect, it’ll only get you worked up more for her, as she had job to do for now. Afterwards she’ll additionally remind you not to provoke her in the future.

Gahyeon

Gahyeon’s blush was deep red. She was very whiny that day. It was cold, she was tired and now you were only adding fuel to the flames. On the other hand, she was simply amazed at the realization that it was so easy for you to make her want you more. Not even five minutes had passed and she was already feeling hot, breathing a bit heavier. She had never felt this way before. Ever since you entered her life you had coloured every piece of it. The fact that Dreamcatcher still had two more interviews planned that day kept Gahyeon slightly in check. A sneaky thought crossed her foxy mind though, she started to look for excuses in order to leave work earlier than usual. One time wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

[killerpancakeburger]

Bloody nose // Miguel O'Hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x female reader

Summary: You find out that your 14yo niece is spider-woman and are very pissed about her keeping it a secret from you. But as you're lecturing her, her boss from the spidersociety shows up. Needless to say you are not happy to see him.

Warnings: canon violence, swearing, mention of alcohol drinking.

Tags : comedy, action, slow burn, Reader has superpowers, but is neither a hero nor villain, BAMF!Reader, Reader takes no shit, Miguel takes a beating but he's fine I promise, no use of Y/N.

Words: 2539.

A/N: Haven't written fics in years and its my first time writing one in English so, uh, go easy on me i guess? 😅

Part 2

The night was falling on New York. The booming laughs of your coworkers were resonating in the bar where you were spending your evening after work.

Being a bodyguard/security guard meant working in a field oversaturated with testosterone, but you made it work somehow. After all, a demonstration of your powers was always enough to deter any doubts on your abilities, and the rare stubborn ones left who harassed you about it were eventually convinced by a good beating. You quickly gave up on hiding your powers, since no one who saw you get shot and walk away with bruises would believe you were normal. But that's when NDAs came in handy. All in all, you liked your current company, your boss, and your teammates. To the point of spending time with them outside work, which meant a lot coming from you.

You're sipping your beer on a stool as usual, listening in on the conversations, when a notification makes you look at your phone. It's a text from an unknown number with a file attached. The text, laconic, says: "Thought you might wanna know about this."

When you recognize what's happening on the picture you received, you spit out your beer in shock and start choking.

"What the fuck!" You manage to groan.

Unfortunately your behaviour haven't gone unnoticed by your coworkers, and before you can say anything else, they start poking fun at you.

"What's happening to you? Can't handle your alcohol anymore?

"I know the beer is bad but its not that bad. You're gonna give the barman a complex."

"Did you receive a thirst trap or something?"

You do not grace them with an answer.

Beyond the good-natured mockeries, you see your closest colleague discreetly checking that you're not really choking to your death.

You have no time to lose. You finish your glass in one shot and gets up. Protests and falsely upset booing rise around you.

"It's way too early to leave!"

You cut short the argument with two words: "duty calls", which everyone of them know is code for “urgent private family matters”.

You grabs your leather jacket, your helmet, you dump a bunch of cash on the counter than is enough for your drinks, tips, and more, and you get out of here like the devil's on your heels.

Once outside, the fresh air helps to clean your mind. You take a deep breath before you start texting the number from earlier.

"Surely you wouldn't sent me this without coordinates?"

You can hardly stay still waiting, but the response comes up barely a minute later, with coordinates and a sarcastic message: "She's on top of an abandoned building of 50 floors. So have fun with that."

You swear at the new information. "Great! Just fucking great!"

You straddle your motorbike and take off like a shot. As you drive, the photo you received is stuck in your mind. Naomi, your 14 years old niece, wearing some kind of superhero suit, sitting carelessly on the ledge of a building. Between her recklessness and the fact that she kept being apparently a freaking superhero from you, when you've always been close, you feel your blood boiling. You imagine how the upcoming confrontation will go. Will she be ashamed? Panicked? Angry?

Not sticking exactly to the speeding limits has you right where you want to be in a short time. You inspect the building from outside. Abandoned means no electricity, and no electricity means no elevator for you... You leave your helmet and your bike behind. You assess the building, noticing large enough grips for climbing, and figure out how high you can get just by jumping. Then you walk backwards a few meters, take off running, gathering speed, and leaps as high as your superhuman body can. As soon as you reach the peak of your jump, you grab the closest ledge. Secure in your climbing, you start your ascension, going as fast as you can. Missing Naomi because you were too slow is out of the question.

You soon reach the top and dust yourself off a bit before going after your niece. The bright colours of her suit makes her easy to catch. You sneak behind her, ready to catch her if she falls, and calls her full name in a tone that betrays your frustration. You hate sounding like a parent grounding their kid – there are reasons why you’ve never had one after all –,  but it's too late now.

She has more or less the reaction you were expecting – she flinches hard, and turns to look at you with a melange of shock and horror that makes you feel like the Grim Reaper coming for her life. She puts a hand on the back of her neck in embarrassment, and offers you a smile that looks like a grimace more than anything else.

“Au-auntie… what… what are you doing here…?”

She lets slip a nervous little laugh as she gets up from the edge but keeps a distance from you.

You cross your arms and looks at her sternly, trying to communicate with your glare that she better not try to bullshit you.

“I’m the one who should be asking you that question.”

The grimace widens and she avoids your gaze. You notice beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Oh well it’s a funny story, see-“

“What the hell are you wearing? Are you trying to be a superhero?”

“I’m not trying-“

She seems insulted at the assumption, and regains a bit of confidence for the first time since you arrived.

“You really thought you could hide this from me?”

You are her only family member with superpowers, even if you never tried to be a superhero.

“Oh auntie, it’s not like that…”

She looks genuinely sorry, like she understood that you felt hurt by being shut out.

“Then what is it? I can’t believe you hid this from me. I’m not your dad. I wouldn’t have been mad at you. Did I make you feel like you couldn’t tell me?.”

You sigh and bow your head with a disappointment you can’t contain.

Naomi makes a step towards you, worry on her face, extending her arm like she wanted to comfort you.

“Listen, it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, but they made me promise not to…”

Your eyes open wide in horror and realization dawn on your face. Your whole body tense.

“They? Who the fuck is they? Are you being blackmailed?!”

You can’t help from raising your voice. Panic surges through you. You’re not one to lose your cool easily, but your niece is the exception to the rule. You’ve loved Naomi unconditionally since she came into this world. She could probably become a murderer and your feelings wouldn’t change. However, since her mother died – since your sister died –, she became the apple of your eye. You’ll be damned before you let anyone harm her.

Meanwhile Naomi panics too, but for what seems to be considerably different reasons. She grabs her hair and start walking in circles.

“Damn it! That’s not what I meant… I’m not supposed to… I promised I’d… Crap! Listen, I’m not being blackmailed, I swear!”

“Oh yeah? Then what-“

You’re interrupted by an incessant beeping that you quickly identify as coming from some kind of watch Naomi’s wearing. You narrow your eyes in defiance. You’ve never seen that thing before.

“What is that?”

Before you can finish, Naomi hurried to, quite uselessly, hide the watch behind her back.

“NOTHING!”

Another nervous laugh.

The beeping doesn’t cease.

You pinch the bridge of your nose with a mix of irritation and weariness at her shenanigans.

“Naomi. Whatever this is, make it stop.”

Reluctantly, Naomi brings the watch before her and pushes a button on the side of it. A flip screen deploys. Immediately, a male voice blasts from it. Its owner sounds riled.

“Naomi. I was expecting your report three hours ago. Explain yourself.”

 His commanding and uncompromising tone immediately rubs you the wrong way.

“Oh, hi Miguel… I just… uh… I’m about to send it, I just ran into some… trouble…”

You post yourself at your niece’s side and get a peek of  “Miguel”.

His striking red eyes are the first thing that catches your eye – you’ve never seen a hero with ones. Only villains. His face is broad, his features defined and his jaw unyielding. His thick, dark eyebrows are frown and his full lips aren’t smiling. Dark brown, pushed back hair that reaches the back of his neck frames a visage that must be pretty when not stuck in a perpetual expression of irritation.

Before he can formulate in response what obviously seems like criticism, you grab Naomi’s wrist, bring the watch closer to your face and articulate as clearly as possible :

“Consider this her official letter of resignation, dipshit.” You end the call.

Naomi instantly starts screaming in protest.

“Auntie! What the hell! Why did you do that!?”

“Is that fucker pressuring you? Who does he think he is, talking to you like that?”

“No! It’s not like that!” She sounds intent on defending that rude asshole. “He’s just… argh, I’m not supposed to tell others about the Spider Society!”

As soon as she finishes her sentence, she puts both hands on her mouth, as if it could stops her from blurting out more classified information.

“The Spider what?”

She shakes her head, mimicking the action of zipping her lips, and keeps a stubborn silence.

You roll your eyes at her childish antics and decides that enough is enough.

“I’m gonna get answers about this, whether you’re the one telling me them or not, are you aware of that?”

Silence. You put your hands on your hips and sighs.

“Whatever. I’m bringing you back home. And I’m telling your father about this.”

Suddenly her lips come undone.

“What! NO! Auntie, come on!”

You shake your head, implacable, and starts leaving, knowing she’ll end up following you anyway.

“This is not a negotiation, kid.”

“Nooo, you can’t do this to me! Please! He’ll ground me til adulthood! I’m begging yo-“

Naomi’s whining suddenly come to a halt as you start hearing some kind of… music? Coming from behind you.

*Spider-Man 2099’s theme starts playing*

[Insert "Why do I hear boss music?" meme.]

You turn around to see some kind of unstable orange-red hexagon floating over the ground and the man from the watch exit from it. You stay speechless, blinking in incomprehension.

“What the fuck.” You let slip under your breath. You’ve seen more strange phenomena than the ordinary mortal but this is something else entirely.

Unfortunately “Miguel” didn’t wait for you to come back to your senses and took advantage of your silence to start admonishing Naomi.

“Not only you let a civilian discover your identity but you showed them your watch? How much did you tell them?”

Miguel’s appearance seems to have turned your niece into a frightened mouse. She takes one step back for each he makes towards her, and you’ve never seen her so thoroughly shaken. Each words coming out of her mouth sounds like it’s tripping over her teeth to get out.

“I… I didn’t tell her anything… w-well I said the word Spider Society once but…”

Miguel grunts in frustration.

“ I knew it was a bad idea to take you in.”

You post yourself protectively in front of Naomi and are forced to note the size difference between him and you. He is massive. But you quickly pull yourself together – your strength always put you on top, even when your enemy had 30cm and 30kg on you. You narrow your eyes and throw a murderous glare at the man in costume.

“Leave her alone. She did nothing wrong.”

He immediately argues back.

“You-“

“I followed her here. There’s nothing she could have done to stop me.”

“Auntie has powers too”, pipes up Naomi behind you.

“Great, fantastic. Does that mean you’ll keep your mouth shut about this?”

You can feel your anger raising in your chest like a wave.

“There won’t be anything to shut my mouth about, because Naomi’s superhero’s business ends here and now.”

“But-“ starts Naomi.

“It’s out of question. This world needs a spiderman to protect it.” Announces Miguel like it’s law.

“Then find another spiderman!” you exclaim, exasperated.

“There is no other Spiderman.” He hisses back.

“Aren’t YOU a spiderman?” You gesticulate in direction of his suit.

He passes a hand over his face like explaining this to you is the bane of his existence.

“I’m the spiderman of Earth-928. There is no one else who can do this.”

“Tough luck.” You snap back. “My niece isn’t going anywhere.”

The tone between you two keeps raising, and soon you’re engaged in a shooting match.

“It’s not up to you. Her being spiderman is a canon event.”

You look at him like he’s insane – he must be.

“It’s a WHAT? No, wait, I don’t care. Deal with your own shit and leave my family out of it.”

You illustrate your words by shoving him hard in the chest, and he’s pushed back a few meters. His eyes flashes a bright, menacing red, and you swear he’s about to pounce on you when Naomi get between you two, arms outstretched in each of your directions.

“Don’t fight! We’re all on the same side!”

“He wants to use you!”/ “She can’t be reasoned with!” you both shout.

“The town needs me, insist Naomi in your direction.

You take your head between your hands.

“Can’t the town wait til your majority?”

But as the words leaves your lips, you already know how senseless they sound.

You sigh hard. Pinch the bridge of your nose. Knowing you are going to regret immensely what you’re about to suggest.

“What if I did it instead?”

“No.” reply instantly Miguel, a harsh expression on his face.

You roll your eyes. He could at least hear you out.

“Think about it for a second, smartass. I have had years to master my powers, contrary to a teenager. I have combat experience with both humans and supers. I’m a bodyguard. It’s literally in my job description to identify threats and neutralize them while protecting other people. I know how to work with a team and on my own. You won’t find a better recruit anywhere else.”

Never in your life you would have imagined presenting your resume to Spiderman, but looks like things are only gonna get crazier.

Miguel grunts, like agreeing with you was physically painful for him.

“Fine.”

“See, I knew we could come to a compromise!” Naomi beams. “Miguel is meaner than he looks, she adds to your intention. Well except for the time he threw a desk at me but-“

“He threw a WHAT at you?!” you scream in astonished rage. The fury who accumulated inside you all evening boils over.

“You fucking piece of shit!” You snarl at Miguel. He doesn’t have the time to react. You punch him in the jaw hard enough to send him flying through one, two, three buildings before you stop counting.

[xasha777]

In the depths of an alien ocean on the planet Thalassa, there existed an entity known as the Siren of the Abyss. She was an enigmatic presence, her consciousness interwoven with the fabric of the seas, commanding the flora and fauna with a gentle hum that resonated through the waters. Her form was a majestic blend of Thalassian biotechnology and the organic artistry of her world—corals sprouted from her head instead of hair, her skin bore the intricate patterns of the sea.

The Siren had long been a guardian, protecting the balance between technology and nature, ensuring that the technologically advanced Thalassians never overstepped their bounds. But a time of challenge approached, an event known throughout the galaxy as the Busch Light Clash at The Coliseum—an interstellar race that combined speed, cunning, and the courage of pilots from countless worlds.

Racers would come to Thalassa, lured by the tales of the Abyss, to partake in the most perilous track yet—an underwater coliseum built from ancient ruins and modern tech, weaving through the Siren’s domain. The Siren had agreed to this intrusion once every cycle, understanding the value of balance, even in the pursuit of entertainment and thrill.

A racer named Jaxxon Rheel, famed for his daring maneuvers and a never-ending thirst for adrenaline, arrived at Thalassa with his vessel, The Torrent. It was a sleek craft, bio-engineered to respond to his thoughts, equipped with engines that could tear through water like space.

As the race commenced, the coliseum glowed with bioluminescent light, and the spectators from across the stars held their breath. The racers surged forward, their vessels cutting through the water with incredible speed. But this was no ordinary race; the Siren had made sure of that. The track was alive, with obstacles that tested not only the pilots' skills but their harmony with the environment.

Jaxxon fought through the living maze, avoiding the grasp of sentient kelp and the sudden chasms that opened in the ocean floor. He could hear the Siren's song, a melody that seemed to guide him, yet challenge him at every turn. It was as if she was speaking to him, urging him to understand the delicate dance of Thalassian life.

As the race reached its climax, Jaxxon and his closest rival burst from the depths into the Coliseum's central arena, a grand underwater amphitheater. The crowd roared above, their cheers muffled by the thick glass domes that separated them from the aquatic spectacle.

It was then that Jaxxon caught sight of the Siren, her gaze locked onto his. In a moment of clarity, he understood that this was more than a race; it was a test—a trial to prove that one could be swift yet still in sync with the world around them.

With a deft maneuver, he avoided a final trap, steering The Torrent into harmony with the flow of the current, guided by the Siren’s song. He crossed the finish line, not just as the victor, but as a pilot transformed, his spirit now woven into the fabric of Thalassa, forever a part of its lore.

The Siren of the Abyss nodded her approval, her duty fulfilled, as the Busch Light Clash at The Coliseum came to an end. The racers departed with newfound respect for the world they had touched, and the Siren returned to her solitude, her song a whisper once more in the vast ocean of Thalassa.

[inkshadow]

"oh shit, i didn't even think about flexibility and balance training... fuck, you really do have a lot on your plate." he forgets that different sports train different parts of the body with varying intensity. sure, he limbers up and stretches like any good athlete but dedicated sessions to doing just that? it's no wonder she arrives at the end of the day totally exhausted. "i don't know!" his tactic in playing dumb continues forward at full speed, much like his car now zooming down the highway towards his place towards the outskirts of town. just a bit further now... "pft and who are you trying to bait with your 'accidental' thirst traps, huh? it's not just a special treat for me, it's for the general public and i don't know if you know this but your following has gone up by, like, 200 since i first followed you." ah fuck, should've kept that bit of information to himself. any breadcrumb of praise especially in regards to her instagram only puts him in the doghouse with his foot in his mouth. no doubt she'll just use it as ammunition in the weeks to come. his fault for having made such a big deal about it the last time and how he would actively not look at it. he's broken that declaration daily by this point. "i'm sorry," jesper interjects, reaching over to put a large hand over her screen, "what do you mean you need other material to compare it to? who else are you looking at?? i'm not the only one?! i'm wounded, este. i should be the standard — not someone else!"

“usually. i already have enough on my plate with having to do flexibility and balance training too. keeping the strength part simple is perfectly fine with me. i’ll just live with my feeble noodle arms forever.” it’s been working out so far, so she isn’t too worried about repercussions. if she can still land jumps and finish a routine without getting winded, that’s all that really matters. “oh, shut up. like you don’t already know.” eyes roll, essentially confirming his suspicions without having to actually say the words. considering she barely tries to hide it as it is, it’s no secret that este finds him attractive and she knows he’s well acquainted with that fact. even if they hadn’t already slept together, he probably would’ve been able to tell from looks alone. “whoa, how dare you! my innocent selfies are not thirst traps… at least not all of them. the occasional one might slip in there sometimes, but you can view that as a special treat.” nobody has complained yet and while he presents it as an insult, knowing he checks her instagram enough to notice her posting habits is enough to ensure she takes no offence. brows furrowed in suspicion, she half expects jesper to have sent her something dumb and entirely unrelated, but that's her fault. she should’ve known he enjoys a challenge almost as much as she does. “ah.” teeth pull at the skin of her bottom lip, one shoulder lifting in a lazy shrug. “no, i don’t think so... i might need other material to compare it to before i can come to a final conclusion, but you wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

[yuta-nakamots]

ADRENALINE RUSH! COLLAB MASTERLIST

Disclaimer: This collab was previously hosted by @ickjun​, otherwise known as mjlkau, injuncore, or Anie. I am in no way trying to steal her ideas or credit, I am only putting together a masterlist of the works created for this collab. Anie has given me permission to lead the collab and post this masterlist in her stead. This collab was also first announced before NCT had 23 members hence why we only have stories for 21 members.

To the writers: All current writers involved are to either finish their work or let us know in the collab discord server that they will be withdrawing from the collab. If you have already posted, please send me your teaser or fic through Tumblr or our designated channels on discord and I’ll gladly add it to this masterlist. This masterlist will be updated as the authors post their teasers and full fics. If there is only a teaser posted for a member then all information about the teaser will be entered here until the full fic is posted, at which time the details will be edited. 

COLLAB DETAILS

writers must create a work where their chosen member is a racer

being a ‘racer’ is not only limited to street racing but it will likely be the most common theme of this collab 

most of these stories contain multiple trigger warning so to writers, please be sure to include appropriate warnings, and to readers, please be sure to read the warnings 

if you have any questions or concerns regarding this collab, please direct them to me, @yuta-nakamots​

@yuta-nakamots​ || teaser || full fic || - Genre(s): - Warning(s): - Summary:

@sichengtual​​ || teaser || full fic || - Genre(s): - Warning(s): - Summary:

@sichengtual​​ || teaser || full fic; Overdrive || - Genre(s): angst, smut, fluff (no smut in this teaser); established relationship, rich kid!au, racer!au. - Warning(s): mentions of alcohol consumption, smoking, car sex, mentions of criminal activity, swearing (none in this teaser). - Summary: yuta’s change had been brought by an impulse. he had always been the model son, a pristine image that had been built as his family’s biggest pride; but heavy is the head that wears the crown, and he had simply gotten tired of holding on. now he has a shiny red car and a fiery thirst for adrenaline, and you’re just left to watch from the sidelines as the relationship you once built threatens to tumble to the ground.

@pastelsicheng​ || teaser || full fic; speed of life || - Genre(s): street racer AU, college(ish) AU, strangers-to-friends, angst, fluff, slice of life, slight enemies-to-friends, platonic AU - Warning(s): swear words ; mentions of police brutality/killing ; poverty ; drug/alcohol usage ; absent parents ; misogyny/sexism ; mental health issues ; insomnia  - Summary: Y/N has already decided that she hates people like Kun, and when he comes to her with a damaged car that she is forced to work on, her judgement is affirmed. With her only outlet being her best friend Ten, Y/N feels trapped. That is, until she slowly realizes that Kun might be more similar to her than she thought. 

@yuta-nakamots​ || teaser || full fic; Highway to Heaven || - Genre(s): Fluff, Slight Angst, friends to lovers - Warning(s): street racing, descriptions of a car crash - Summary: Doyoung was one of the biggest names in street racing though part of him knew he couldn’t compete forever. But just like a checkered flag, the day he finished his racing career came sooner than he expected.

@stealerz​ || full fic; Heart racing || - Genre(s): fluff, angst, racer!au, best friends to lovers - Warning(s): swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions and consumption of alcohol, alcoholism, hitting rock bottom - Summary: once a revered member of the racing industry, jaehyun has been living at rock bottom for the past few months following a tragic accident that effectively put him out of racing. it seems as though nothing would get through to him, not even you. will he ever break out of the constant loop of doubt and start seeing things for what they really are?

@armysantiny​ || full fic; Reckless || - Genre(s): fluff, angst, comfort - Warning(s): hospital, injury, concussion, broken arm - Summary: After ending her tournament on a high, y/n takes Sicheng to the practice track for a few spins on her bike. Opting to watch her instead, he warns y/n not to injure herself; she does need to rest after her race. Promising to try and be as careful as she can, y/n takes her bike on a few laps of the track. When she takes her eyes off the track for just a moment, she sends the bike and herself flying into the ground.

@puppywritings​ || teaser || full fic; Celeritas || - Genre(s): N/A - Warning(s): car accident, blood, non-serious injury, swearing, implied sex but no explicit scenes. - Summary: celeritas; speed, swiftness. windswept hair and ripped jeans. kim jungwoo, mysterious neighbour and alleged street racer. just what secrets lie within this man? and can you match his speed?

@127-mile​​ || full fic; THE PROSPECT. || - Genre(s): Gang, motorcycle club, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst. - Warning(s): Car accident (the accident already happened when the fic starts), blood, injuries, strong language, mention of a dead relative, of neglect, illegal race, quick mention of guns. - Summary: The biker and the car racer, it sounds like the beginning of a terrible joke, but it is not. The biker wants to taste normality, and the car racer is happy to oblige.

@bumblebeenct​ || teaser || full fic; System Failure || - Genre(s): Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Racing - Warning(s): nightmares, death, bullying, guns, swearing. - Summary: You and Xiaojun didn’t really know each other that well, yet with supporting different teams in the league you knew you’d never see eye to eye. Nobody ever thinks VR is dangerous but a glitch is the one thing forcing you to work with a boy you’d much rather not talk to.

@yuta-nakamots​ || teaser || full fic; Honor To Us All || - Genre(s): Street Racer!AU, Action, Fluff, Slight Angst - Warning(s): street racing, mentions of violence, reader has a panic attack, use of a gun (signaling the start of a race), chest binding, the reader is described to be a female with smaller breasts and younger than Lucas, there are a lot of descriptions of the reader’s appearances so please refer to the author’s note for further explanation - Summary: Disguising yourself as a male to join an all-male street racing team, you navigate the high-stakes world of illegal racing alongside your brother Sicheng. As you prove your skills on the asphalt, you form a complex bond with fellow racer Chenle, leading to unexpected challenges and self-discovery.​

@dreamcities​ || full fic; hold me to your heart || - Genre(s): fluff, angst, comedy, racer!au, exes-to-lovers!au, unrequited love!au - Warning(s): a breakup, y/n wants to fight mark (jokingly), drinking, throwing up (after drinking), descriptions of car accidents and injuries, mark is hospitalized for half of this fic - Summary: racing has always been something you held close to your heart: the thrill and your winning streak always gave you an adrenaline rush as well as a recognized title to the public. mark lee is another famous name, but he’s also your biggest rival—the two of you never get along whenever you see each other. the public believes you’re just upset about losing to him, but neither of you dare mention that you went through a bitter breakup. one day, you receive a request from park jisung, a college student, who asks you to mentor him in racing. you’d hoped that jisung would take over mark’s spot, but things start to twist when you find yourselves engaged in something more. that’s when you realize that maybe you don’t hate mark as much as you thought, and maybe racing isn’t the only thing you hold close to your heart.

@byunbaekby​ || teaser || full fic; hands off the wheel || - Genre(s): renjun x female racer reader - Warning(s): car accident, language, reckless driving - Summary: bold dark eyeliner, leather jacket, and combat boots. in an industry saturated by males, being one of the few female street racers means you have to have your heart set in stone. you live life on the edge, and refuse to be underestimated by anyone. taken by the wind, some might call you reckless. you find your anchor, your level head, in a quiet boy named huang renjun. (set in the same world as bloom again but can be read separately)

@dreamcities​​ || teaser || full fic; racing against the devil || - Genre(s): racer!au, enemies-to-lovers!au, artist!au, fluff, angst - Warning(s): hospital visits, heavy drinking, mentioned character death, mentions and descriptions of a drunk driving car accident - Summary: after a drunk driving accident while street racing, the thing you once loved becomes the thing you hate the most. now as a college graduate working full time, things seemed okay for the most part—until you met jeno lee, nicknamed “the prince of racing.” bad luck seems to have pinned onto you, and you find yourself running into the racer more often than needed. however, this may be the beginning of a new story, and maybe what you thought was misfortune was really a blessing in disguise. 

@byunboobs​ || teaser || full fic: DRIFT KING || - Genre(s): Heavy angst, suggestive scenes of smut included, details coming later.  - Warning(s): JDM drift culture, underground car meets and street racing. Car modifications, car accidents, racing for pink slips, racing for the girl. 2000s era, implications of the Yakuza, Gyaru culture, lots of racer lingo, car brands and equipment, heavy usage of smoking and drugs. Physical fighting and constant usage of bad language. Love triangle with a featuring of a very, special guest. Heavy angst, manipulation, gaslighting, breakups to makeups, delusional expectations and misogyny. Major character death. - Summary:

@byunbaekby​ || teaser || full fic; bloom again || - Genre(s): angst, fluff, racer au, slight college au, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, love triangle, hurt and comfort - Warning(s): language, cheating, mentions of abuse, depictions of a toxic/abusive relationship (not between jaemin and the reader), optional smut, illegal street racing, mentions of drugs - Summary: the world has never been kind to na jaemin. left alone with a deadbeat mother, he’s learned how to survive on his own. now twenty and a college student whose life and vitality (not to mention his rent) relies solely on his success in his career as an illegal street racer, he runs alone. everything he has, he’s fought for with his own hands and grit. he’s never asked for anything, which is what makes the world so cruel: when he finally meets someone who he desires for more than a night, you already belong to someone else.

@pastelsicheng​ || full fic; my best friend is an annoying orange!! || - Genre(s): fluff, best friends au, streetracer AU, bad boy AU (ish), fake dating (ish) - Warning(s): some cursing i think, dangerous driving/speeding - Summary: your best friend is an annoying orange, but you can’t really say no to him.

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WARNING ⚠️- this is absolutely FILTHY like I need to go to church for real. like the last one is rainbows and kittens compared to this one y’all 😰🥴 sorry for any grammar mistakes or miss spelling

PSA- y/n in this smut is a famous TikTok weeb and she doesn’t understand how famous she is yet and Vinnie has a fat Crush on her readers to find out more 😈 and covid doesn’t exist in these obviously

https://youtu.be/NocXEwsJGOQi

Song/dance I’m talking about 👆

Vinnie’s POV

I watch her dance again I’ve watched it 8 or 9 times. Her baby blue thigh high socks and her lace pink skirt. The little bit of thigh poking out between the two driving me crazy the thoughts going right to my downstairs area. I groan and close TikTok I can’t keep thinking these things about y/n it’s not right I then hop out of bed and head downstairs to get some breakfast and coffee. When I get downstairs and step into the kitchen J immediately yells to me from the living room “DID YOU SEE HOW HOT Y/N LOOKS IN HER LAST TIKTOK!” Before I could answer Anthony come out of his room and gets something from the fridge “Avani is coming over and she’s bringing a friend that’s moving in with her, apparently she’s shy so everyone is nice I’m not getting bitched at cause you all couldn’t keep your dicks in your pants and made her uncomfortable” we all nod in agreement I take my muffin and coffee up to my room and watch some tv.

Y/n POV

I take a deep breath as I step off the gate moving to LA was a big move but it’s for the best I skip baggage claim because all of my stuff should be at Avani’s house by now. I pull my phone out of my carry on but before I could call Avani and see if she’s here yet but before I could I hear my name being called I turn around and see some boys around my age coming towards waving at me I wait and we take pictures I say goodbye as we walk away and call Avani’s phone “HEY! DID YOU LAND?!” “Yes I landed, I’ll be out front by the doors come find me.” I laughed as I hung up, It only took 10 minutes for Avani to find me and run at me full speed before nearly taking me and her self to the ground “WOAH!” “So how was your flight?” I laughed “very pleasant” Avani pulled away from me before looking me dead in the eyes. “There’s someone I want you to meet” point, Blank, period that was all she said before grabbing my hand and pulling me to her car. “Not that I don’t appreciate that but I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” Avani stops dead in her tracks before turning around to look at me “Then just fuck him” I stared back at her with a shocked face.

“I- wh- what “she turns back around before pulling me to her car, she unlocks the car and I throw my carry on in the back seat and get in the passenger side. Avani starts the car up then puts her seatbelt on, she turns on her blinker and waits for space so she can get out “well who is it?” I’m a little curious. Avani looks at me and smiles “I know you don’t follow him but maybe you have heard of him” she says with a big smile “his name is Vinnie and he is simply and cutest and sweetest most annoying human being on this earth” she says as she pulls out on to the road heading to her house or so I thought “no I can’t say I have heard of him.” About 30 minutes later she asks if I need to change because we’re gonna stop and pick up her boyfriend and maybe some of his friends then we’re gonna get some food. I thought about it and remembered I brought a mini skirt with me and some thigh high socks along with my doc martens and the sweatshirt I am wearing I think that’ll be fine “no I brought some clothes to change into.”

“Okay cool,” she says we sang to music before pulling in to the expansive looking neighborhood. I guess I should get used to this in a couple of months I’ll be in my own house in an expensive neighborhood just like this one (wink wink 😜) we pull into a house with a bunch of cars in the driveway. I’m kinda nervous for all the people my anxiety starts to kick in a little bit so I take a deep breath “if you want you can change in the car or the bathroom.” I almost agree about changing in the bathroom and for some reason, I change my mind “ it’s ok I’ll just change in the car.” Ok, that’s fine just come in when you are done past the stairs and then you’ll see the living room I’m gonna get Anthony from upstairs.”

She says as she walks away ok this is fine I hurry up and change I slid my socks on before putting my boots on as fast as I possibly could. I put my bag in the trunk in case more people decide to come then just us three I then walk up to the door and take a deep breath I grab the handle and turn it, Of course, it didn’t open. Why would it open, nothing goes right in my life. Great time to make it more awkward for myself, I knock on the door a couple of times and nothing happens so I do it again. Still nothing I take a deep breath before pushing the doorbell great just great I think to myself. I hear someone yell and I stand up straight and got ready to start explaining myself especially if Avani wasn’t the one to open the door. Not a second later a BEAUTIFUL man opens the door, soft brown eyes with hints of green and long eyelashes, rosy cheeks, and big red lips. Even his unruly curly hair was beautiful. I had to tilt my head back to look up at him ( you can change this if you are tall we love tall queens here) his eyes meet mine and Immediately his face changes from confusion, shock and then finally he hits the ground.

Vinnie’s POV

After I finished my breakfast I hopped in the shower and made a TikTok (the one where he has a towel wrapped around his waist) I then put on some sweats and walked downstairs I saw Jordan and Kio playing on the x box so I laid on the other couch before falling asleep. However, I woke up to the sound of Kio screaming my name I look up at him “will you go answer the door I’m about to win.” I groaned as I got up to answer the door I looked out of the peephole and saw nothing but the top of a head with pigtails on it “what the fuck” I said to myself chuckling and I opened the door to see a girl and as she looks up at me I immediately realized who it is and then everything went black.

Y/n POV

I look down as he lays on the ground unconscious I gasp before calling Avani’s name all of a sudden three boys come out of nowhere. “I don’t know what happened he opened the door and when he saw me he passed out” the boys looked at me with wide eyes before they started to laugh and make fun of the boy on the ground for being “whipped” and a “simp” I just look at them shocked “YOUR FRIEND IS PASSED OUT ON THE GROUND AND YOU'RE CALLING HIM A SIMP!!?” The boys stop and take their friend to the couch about that time Avani comes running down the stairs “ OMG Y/N ARE YOU OK I HEARD YOU SCREAMING!” “Yea the door was locked and that guy answered it and then just passed out when he saw me.”

Avani let’s out a load laugh “what the fuck is wrong with y’all” I say with a scared look on my face. “THAT'S VINNIE!” Avani yells as she laughs “he has the biggest crush on you and he passed out when he saw you OF COURSE WE’RE GONNA LAUGH!” She says almost crying “that’s Vinnie,” I say with wide eyes he’s fucking beautiful I think to myself. Maybe I will fuck him I laugh at my own joke I turn around as I hear one of the boys say “welcome back simp” I hear him groan. ”You guys I thought I just saw Y/n but I am pretty sure I was just still asleep, tell that girl I’m sorry please I’m gonna go lay down,” he says as he gets up slowly “you should put some ice on that bump.” You say as you walk towards him he looks up at you with wide eyes “don’t pass out again, please.”

I say with my hands out in front of me to push him back if he falls forward “ I-I I’m ok really.” He says as he scratches the back of his head “well show me where the kitchen is and I’ll get you an ice pack.” I saw with a smile “oh good luck we don’t have those here.” Vinnie says with a laugh “I got this don’t worry” I say with a wink. We walk into the kitchen and as he sits at the island I look around for a ziplock and fill it with ice, then wrap a rag around it. I walk towards Vinnie and hand it to him “thank you” he says with a smile while looking into my e/c eyes I stare back at him I don’t know how much time went by with us staring into each other's eyes but Avani walks in and laughs.

“Alright you two do you guys wanna stay here and we’ll bring you back food all the guys wanna come and we only have 5 seats sooo?”

I turn to look back at Vinnie “is that fine with you?” He looks at me and smiles “ I would love that” he says as he looks in my eyes again I take a deep breath staring back at him. I look at his beautiful lips his smile is just everything. “okay well text me what you guys want and we’ll be back in a couple of hours have fun, but not too much fun.” she says laughing I roll my eyes and look back at Vinnie “does your head feel any better?” “Yea actually” he pulls the ice back from his head and throws it in the sink “wanna watch a movie with me,” he asked with a smile “yes absolutely but first do you wanna film a couple of TikTok's together?”

I ask with puppy dog eyes “yes!” Vinnie says with no hesitation my eyes widened in shock at how fast he said yes “ok great. Well where should we film?” Vinnie thinks and asks if I wanted to film in his room or by the pool “hmmm the pool” I bet the sun is about to set “ok come, on silly girl,” Vinnie says as he walks away I run after him to see him go through a door so I follow and I see the big ass pool, I was right the sun is going down “wow,” I say to myself “it’s so beautiful right” Vinnie says with a smile “yea it’s is beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you though,” Vinnie says with a slight blush on his cheeks I turn and look at him before walking towards him. I stand on my tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek I feel Vinnie put his hands on my waist “come on before the sun goes down” Vinnie and I make a couple of dancing tiktoks and we decided to make a thirst trap on his account so we went to his bathroom.

Vinnie started the video in front of the mirror by himself and then he transitioned to where I’m standing in front of him holding the phone. The next transition was me sitting on his sink counter as he takes his finger and snaps my thigh high sock against my thigh he laughs at my shocked face before ending the video he watches the video back with his hand still on my thigh. His thumb drawing small circles on the outside of my thigh I just stare at him I could feel my heart thumping and butterflies in my stomach going straight to my heat I can’t be thinking about him like that we just met an hour ago tops. Vinnie looks down at me his eyes then trail from my eyes to my lips he licks his own lips “V-Vinnie” “ yes beautiful?” He asks “what are you thinking about?” Vinnie looks me in the eyes again and says “About how great you’re going to taste.”

My eyes widen in shock and I put my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself I can’t do this I shouldn’t be feeling this way I barely know this man “V-Vinnie?” Vinnie looks down at me “what baby?” I move my hands to the back of his neck “kiss me please” Vinnie didn’t waste any time attaching his lips to mine he grabs at my waist and chest. I nibble on his lips teasing him he opens his mouth for me but I denied it and keep biting and teasing him. However Vinnie grew tired of my teasing he picks me up off the counter, he then rubs the little but of ass that’s poking out I gasp as he does, Vinnie takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, I can feel my heat throbbing against his rock-hard abs, my legs pulling Vinnie even closer to me and I start to grind my hips against his toned stomach and I let out little moans between kisses.

Before I realized what was going on he drops me on his bed immediately my legs fall apart and I reach my hands up to grab him but Vinnie is too busy staring at my cheeky white Lace panties with a cute pink bow at the top. I grow self-conscious I remember that I’m probably a little prickly down there and begin to close my legs, maybe this isn’t a good idea right now “don’t close your legs baby I think you are gorgeous.” He says with a sweet smile and lays his hands on my knees resting them there “I-I haven’t shaved in a couple of days and I-“ “I don’t care” Vinnie says with a duh face as a smile creeps on his Lips “as long as you keep you’re skirt and socks on I’m happy.” I give him a weird look and Vinnie looks back at me with an open mouth “ unless that makes you uncomfortable-“ “no I’m just curious as to why” I say with a smile “god I hope I don’t make myself sound like a creepy stalker” Vinnie says as he takes a deep breath “I have been following you for at least a year now and I have always had a crush on you I've had dreams about fucking you in a skirt with your socks on” he says really fast a deep blush on his cheeks.

“You just make it look so hot with your thick thighs and bubble butt-“ I take my sweatshirt off before he could finish ”so no shirt?” Vinnie looks at my boobs with his mouth open just staring “n- no” he clears his throat “ no bra huh” he says with a small smile “that’s a nice surprise” his eyes trailing down my naked chest “you can touch them if you want.” I say with a smile Vinnie immediately pushes my legs open and lays between them he then grabs both of my boobs in his hands and pinches my nipples with his thumbs and pointer fingers. I let out a whimper and grab his strong biceps I can feel his muscles flexing in his arm every time he squeezed or rubbed my boobs and nipples I began to rock my hips against his stomach again “c-can I lick them?” He asks in a small voice I throw my head back and let out a moan “YES PLEASE” Vinnie takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks harshly and pinches the other with his ring-covered hand as he begins to grind his bulge against me.

I gasp as he nibbles and sucks before moving on to the other nipple I run my hands through his hair I know I’m fucking it up but it’s so soft. I feel his lips trailing down my stomach I open my eyes and look down at him and the first thing is seeing is a bunch of big and little red mark all over my boobs and tummy “you left hickeys!!?!” Vinnie looks up and then looks down I see the blush creep on his cheeks and he looks down “well it’s too late now” I say with a breathy laugh “just keep going” Vinnie’s eyes light up before he went back to leaving hickeys on my hips. “Please vin” Vinnie looks up at me “can I” he looks down and then looks back up at me “yes, please do“ I laugh as I run my thumb over his bottom lip. Vinnie kisses the palm of my hand As he then kisses my lips again he rubs and squeezes my thighs for a while before pulling away to unlace my boots once he got both off he spreads my legs wide and looks at my panties that are soaked with my excitement.

I throw my hands over my eyes I know there’s a wet spot I just know it “Jesus baby all this for me” he says as he runs his pointer finger over my wet panties “you even made a mess on my bed baby.” Vinnie says as he kisses the inside of my thigh leaving hickeys I groan in pleasure and embarrassment my cheeks glowing red. Vinnie’s eyes shoot up to look at me and I can feel him smile against my thigh before switching to the other side I moan as I feel my walls clench around nothing. I can feel my wetness gush a little and I throw my head back whining and moaning Vinnie’s name. I feel Vinnie push his nose against my heat, he takes a deep breath through his nose, he groans as he licks his lips pulling away “you smell delicious baby, I bet you taste delicious too.” Vinnie leans his head down taking my underwear in his teeth and pulling them down my legs once they were fully off Vinnie pushes my legs apart and pushes my knees up so they are by my shoulders he can see EVERYTHING.

Vinnie keeps looking down eyes locked on one certain area I could feel him looking at it.“Maybe one day if you get lucky” I say with a smirk ( let me know if you would be interested in part 2 with✨anal✨😊) Vinnie blushes and then realizes what I said before smirking and leaning down between my thighs. Vinnie licks a stripe from my wetness to my clit he groans before shoving his tongue as far into me as possible “mmmm baby you taste like fucking candy.” he slurps and nibbles I gasp and run my hand in his hair “how is that even fucking possible?!” He groans “I could live down here.” he says as he shoves his long tongue into me yet again but this time he grazed a special spot making me release a small shout in shock.

“O-OH VINNIE YESSS DO THAT AGAIN!” I yell as I push his head down and grind my hips on his face at the same time basically using his face to get off. Vinnie pulls my hands off his head after a few minutes and pulls away “n-no keep going-“ “sit on my face please.” Vinnie says as stands up and pulls me towards him by my legs. “Why-“ “because I asked nicely,” he says with a cheeky smile looking down at me, so I sit up and get on my knees Vin lays down on his bed and gets comfortable he then reaches out to me with both hands. I take them and slowly shuffle my way up, when I finally am above his face and I start to lower myself Vinnie grabs my thighs and pushes me so all of my body weight is on his face ”mmmmmm baby! “Vinnie moans inside of me I moan and try to get away from his torturous tongue and vibrations that’s making my legs weak I don’t have the strength to fight him anymore and I fully sit.

Immediately he starts eating me out twice as fast and deep he starts rubbing my clit with his nose while he moans. He’s squeezing and slapping my ass with the other hand “OH OH GOD YES VINNIE JUST LIKE THAT.” I was humping his face at this point I don’t even realize he wasn’t holding me down anymore and it was me I thrust my hips a couple more times before calling out to him.“YES VINNIE MAKE ME CUM DADDY MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE!!” I yell with my head thrown back “do you want me to cum on your tongue daddy?!” Ask in a whimper Vinnie groans in response to the vibration shoving me over the edge. I throw my head back so hard I fall off of Vinnie’s mouth onto the bed still moaning and whining, Vinnie jumps up and attacks my pussy with his mouth again.

Before my high is gone making me scream again and thrust against his face once more before I lay with my legs and mouth open gasping for breath. “Are you ok” I didn’t have it in me to talk so I just gave him two thumbs up Vinnie laughs before asking “are you down for another round?” My eyes widen and I look at him before I answer I take a good look at his hair all over the place lips red and plump my juices on his face. My eyes then got distracted but his god-like features my eyes taking extra long to graze over his v-line and his rock hard cock. I take my hand and run my fingers down his hard stomach feeling all the bumps and grooves down to his happy trail and I follow it to his sex Lines. I push Vinnie down on the bed before crawling in between his legs I begin to kiss his neck and leave hickeys as he did on me.

I lick his nipple on the way down and he lets out a surprised gasp grabbing onto one of my pigtails as I trail my lips and tongue down to his hip bones to leave hickeys there and on his sex lines. He trusted his hips up towards my face and let out a hot whine so I pull down his sweats and underwear in one go I immediately start to rub my thumb on his tip. I lick the vain from the bottom to the top and then I took his balls in my mouth as I stroke him Vinnie's head thrown back in pure pleasure “ple-please don’t stop” he says in an airy breath I pull off from his balls making a popping sound. I then take him in my mouth if there is one thing I’m good at its blowjobs the bigger the better and Vinnie is the biggest I've ever seen.

I suck the tip and make my way back down as far as I can go without deep throating him yet I got about halfway down his cock I then started to hum and move my tongue around what I could reach. I then began to deep throat Vinnie and as my throat was expanding to his size I couldn’t help but moan “F-FUCK.” Vinnie yells as he grabs both of my pigtails and shoves my head the rest of the way down making me choke “OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry-“ I moaned before doing it again myself my eyeballs rolling to the back of my head I then pull off and catch my breath. “Mmhm fuck my throat daddy” I say as I start to suck his tip again with big wide innocent eyes Vinnie’s hips snap against my face his hands grabbing my pigtails again fucking my throat.

I could feel his balls slapping against my chin and I grab them in one hand and start to massage them while I rub his thigh with my other hand. I feel his balls start to tighten and his tip twitched so I pull off “lay down I wanna Fuck you.” I say with confidence “I-I ok” Vinnie stutters laying on his back now as I straddle him. I take him and put his tip at my entrance before starting to sink down on him I let out a small moan as Vinnie let out a load moan as he grips the sheets trying to keep him self from pushing you down. ”Fuck Y/n your so fucking tight, I’m gonna explode” “ooooh yea, you gonna cum in me daddy or are you gonna put your baby’s on my thighs instead hmmmm maybe on my ass cheeks?” Vinnie let’s out a loud moan “any-anywhere baby please just let me cum” Vinnie groans “mmm fuck me baby.“

I say I feel him grab my ass cheeks before thrusting up into me at a super-fast pace. Vinnie groans and moans as I scream and moan “ahh are you gonna cum in my little pu-pussy daddy?” “Mmmm yes baby I’m gonna paint your walls with my seed.” Vinnie says as he pounds into me at an even fastest pace if that’s possible. “I’m gonna shoot my load so far up your pussy it’s gonna be coming out of you for days!” He yells as he grabs my neck and licks my face we are both groaning and yelling things at each other. “HIT ME DADDY HIT ME” I yell I’ve never asked someone to hit me before so this is new.

Vinnie without even thinking about it throws me on my back and slaps me across the face. I could feel the stinging sensation and my pussy throbbed so I whimpered “again” he slapped me across my face again. I moan even loader this time I could feel the knot starting to twist “AGAIN DADDY SLAP MY FACE AGAIN AN-AND CALL ME YOUR LITTLE SLUT!” I scream at Vinnie so he slaps my face again harder this time. I could really feel the sting that time I let out a cry but immediately moaned right after “YOU LIKED THAT DIDN’T YOU SLUT” he pounds into harder. I let out sobs of pleasure tears running down my face.

Vinnie then pulls out completely before flipping me on to my hands and knees, I immediately drop my head to the bed so my ass is in the air. I feel Vinnie push inside of me again this time from the back, he grabs my hips thrusting in to me at a fast pace ”DADDYS GONNA SLAP YOUR ASS TILL ITS PRETTY AND PINK” Vinnie shouts at me as he begins to abuses my ass cheeks with his open palms I push back on him and I moan my eyes rolling to the back of my head ”P-P-PLEASE DADDY CUM INSIDE OF ME I WANT TO BE YOUR SLUT !” I scream at the top of my lungs I can feel the knot about to pop “F-FUCK YOUR SUCH A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE WHORE PUSSY!” He moans “SUCH A DIRTY SLUT FUCKING A MAN YOU MET TWO HOURS AGO AND ALREADY ASKING ME TO PUT BABIES INSIDE OF YOU!” He shouts as I let out a scream it was like everything stopped my mind went blank all I could think about was how good daddy’s cock felt inside of my slutty little pussy.

I hear Vinnie start to pant “I’m gonna-I’m-I’m CUMMING” he yells as he grabs my boobs and falls into my neck his hot breath on my neck. I wrap my arms around his waist and I start to rub his back “thank you, Vinnie.” He starts laughing “I should be thanking you I don’t think my dick will get hard for another woman ever again.” I laugh and give him a tight hug “you know I don’t actually think you're a whore right “ I look at him and smile “well I would hope not considering you had sex with a complete stranger too” I kiss him on the lips “will you go on a date with me y/n?” I smile at him “yes, absolutely I would love to!” He chuckles and kisses my lips “I never thought I was gonna meet you, or be going in a date with you. let alone have sex with you AND cum inside of you all in the same day, life is full of surprises” he says with a big smile. I smile back at him before kissing him once more and getting comfortable “will you take a nap with me?” “Yea of course my sweet girl.” Vinnie says with a kiss on the head.

[albertasunrise]

It's Yours - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Summary: You and Javier have been sleeping together for almost two years but after his name was leaked by the papers, he is sent home for investigation. You remain behind with Steve to catch Escobar but when he’s finally dead, you decide to go after the man you’ve fallen for. You don’t like what you find when you finally reunite with him.

Warnings: Angst, Unprotected Sex 18+

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader

~

‘You’re what?’

That wasn't the reaction you were expecting. You stand there for a moment, holding the positive test in your shaking hand and you form your words carefully in your mind. He doesn’t say anything else, just watches and waits for you to answer him, surprisingly calm considering what you’d just told him.

‘I’m pregnant Peña.’ You state, taking a shaky breath before throwing the test at him ‘See for yourself. I have another back at the motel.’

‘And it’s mine?’

‘Yes.’ You reply plainly, giving him a small nod as you watch him process the information.

‘So you’re telling me that you didn’t fuck anyone else after I left?’

‘No Javi I didn’t.’ You spit, angered by this question ‘Was kinda busy taking down Escobar.’

‘Okay.’ He shrugs as he throws the test back to you ‘What do you want from me? A lift to the clinic?’

‘I’m keeping it, Javier.’

This grabs his attention, his head whipping up as he looks at you with a mixture of surprise and disgust.

‘You’re what?’

‘I’m keeping it.’ You reply nonchalantly ‘I came here to tell you because you have a right to know. It’s clear you want nothing to do with this baby and that’s fine. We won’t be bothering you again.’

You pocket the test and turn to leave, feeling your heart ache a little from how this conversation had gone.

‘Hermosa!’

You stop, but you don’t turn to face him.

‘Why did you leave without saying goodbye?’

His question takes you by surprise and you do then turn to face him, noting the hurt expression on his face.

‘I couldn’t stand the idea of saying goodbye to you.’ You answer honestly, one traitorous tear slipping down your cheek ‘Assumed you wouldn’t care. Not like you hadn’t snuck out on me in the past.’

‘I did care.’ He stated as you looked at the ground.

‘Who knew that that last night together would leave me with a part of you permanently.’ You say, a small smile crossing your lips as you rest your hand on your stomach ‘I don’t want anything from you Javi. I just wanted you to know about the baby in case you wanted to be a part of their life.’

‘I-.’

‘It’s fine Javi really.’ You interrupted ‘I wasn’t expecting you to be excited about it. You’re not the committing type.’

He stands there speechless, watching you as you climb into your car and drive away. He feels numb. He’s dreamt about the moment that you’d be reunited, your lips crashing against his and body’s tangling in sweaty passion. Instead, you caught him feeding the girl he’d been fucking to distract himself from the thoughts he had of you and he let out a frustrated yell as he watched you speed down the track, dust floating in your wake.

~

‘You partner left in a hurry.’ States Chucho as he watched his son staring out the window of the truck ‘What did she want?’

‘To tell me she’s pregnant.’ Replies Javier plainly, not taking his eyes away from the window ‘And the kid's mine.’

Chucho pulled over and turned his head to look at his son, taking in his dejected countenance and watery eyes.

‘So you were sleeping with her?’ He asks.

‘Pops-.’

‘Did you love her?’ He interrupts as he turns to face his son, his eyes searching him for the answers he seeks.

‘Yes.’

‘Do you still love her?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then why did she leave in such a rush?’

Javier said nothing, just gave his father a guilty look and Chucho looked away as he let out a large huff, knowing exactly what he had said.

‘You’d assumed she was going to get rid of it.’

Javier nodded.

‘But she’s going to keep it isn’t she?’

‘Yes.’

‘Are you going to be involved?’

‘God I don’t know!’ The agent grumbles ‘What kind of father would I make hmmm?’

‘A damn fine one.’ His father answers and Javier snorts in reply ‘You’ve always been good with kids, liked kids and I know that if you gave yourself the chance. You’d make a damn good father.’

‘Well, she doesn’t think I want to have anything to do with it so…’

‘Did you tell her otherwise?’

Javier’s mouth opens but no words left his lips, giving his father all the answers he needs and he lets out an exasperated huff.

‘Well, you need to find her and tell her Javier.’ He practically yells ‘I’m not going to have a grandchild of mine growing up without a father.’

~

You find yourself in that bar again only this time you’re sipping on lemonade. You fiddle with the rim of the glass as the barman, who you'd discovered was called Si, from the other night comes to stand opposite you, watching you intently for a few minutes before speaking.

‘You’re thinking very loudly.’ He chuckles and you look up at him in surprise.

‘Sorry, I uh… I have a lot on my mind.’

‘Perhaps you need something a little stronger than lemonade.’ He suggests as he lets out a small chuckle.

‘Oh, I definitely do Si.’ You laugh ‘But I just learned that I’m pregnant and so I won’t be able to have anything stronger for a while.’

‘Well, shit.’ Si exclaims as he looks at you in surprise ‘That fella you told me about. He the father?’

‘Mhmm.’ You nod.

‘You tell him?’

You nod again.

‘And?’

‘Wants nothing to do with it or me.’ You reply as you take another sip of your drink.

‘What a fucker.’

You let out a loud laugh that takes you both by surprise and you cover your mouth in embarrassment, Si smiling at you as your cheeks flush.

‘Look I’m off in 10.’ He starts as he places the glass he was polishing back on the shelf behind him ‘Why don’t I take you for a walk and you can tell me all about it.’

You think about it for a moment, eyes studying him as you consider his offer and then your mind wanders back to what you'd seen this morning. Javier with her, holding her hand, stroking her knuckles and you decide.

‘Sounds good.’

Sure enough, he gets off ten minutes later and he leads you out of the bar with his hand resting on your lower back. You walk through the empty streets, relishing the cool breeze after the blistering heat you’d experienced that day.

‘So what are you going to do?’ Asks Si as he throws his arm around your shoulders.

‘Well, I’m keeping it is that’s what you’re getting at.’ You chuckle, looking up at him with a twinkle in your eye.

‘Well, I'd assumed that… What I meant was are you going to raise it alone or?…’

‘Well my parents are dead so I won't be getting any help from them.’ You chuckle as you take hold of the hand handing by your shoulder ‘So unless I meet someone that’s willing to be with me and accept my baggage then I guess I will have to.’

Si looks down at you a moment before giving you a sweet smile and coming to a stop beside your motel's flashing sign.

‘Well.’ You start, looking at your motel and then back at him ‘Thanks for the walk. Certainly helped clear my mind a little.’

‘You’re most welcome.’ He replies as he places a soft kiss on your cheek ‘Can I walk you to your door?’

‘If you'd like.’ You chuckle as you start making your way up the stairs towards your room.

When you stop outside the door you look at Si and you smile, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth as you blush at the way he looks at you, despite knowing you're pregnant. When your eyes flit to his lips he goes for it, crushing his against yours in a bruising kiss that goes straight to your core. Suddenly it becomes heated, your hands fumbling blindly as you desperately try to open the door whilst he kisses and nibbles at your neck and one of his free hands travels past the waistband of your pants. You’re already so wet for him so it makes it easy for him to rub your clit in circular motions, making it impossible for you to focus on anything but what his hand is doing. His mouth swallows your moans and as you cum against his hand you let your head fall back against the door, his lust-blown eyes looking down at you make you thirst for more.

‘Want to come in?’

‘Definitely.’ He growls against the shell of your ear as he kisses your neck again and when you finally manage to get the door open you’re both tumbling inside in a mess of moans and kisses.

Little did you know you had an audience.

Javier watched as the barman for the bar he frequented fucked you with his fingers for everyone to see before you dragged him into your room. His heart broke as he watched it all unfold and then he felt nothing but anger before he turned and left. That hadn't taken long.

~

‘Good morning.’ Came a soft voice beside you and you let out a pleased hum as you felt his arms tighten around you.

Arching your back you felt his erection digging into the plushness of your ass and it goes straight to your core.

‘Shit sorry about that.’ Chuckles Si as he tries to move away but you shake your head.

‘May as well do something about it.’ You chuckle as you reach back and take his length in your hand, grinning at the pleasured growl you receive in return.

Grabbing your leg, he lifts it slightly before lining himself up with you, pushing in with one swift movement that has you both moaning loudly. His movements are slow but deep and he has you mewling as he hits that perfect spot with each thrust of his strong hips. You turn your head to kiss him and he presses his lips against yours, kissing you languidly as he continues to pump himself in and out of you.

‘Fuck.’ You whine, scrunching your face up as you feel your orgasm fast approaching.

‘You gonna cum for me gorgeous.’

‘Mhmmm’ You reply as it hits you, your walls clamping down so hard that you take him right along with you.

‘Fuck.’ He growls as he pants against the shell of your ear ‘I’d love to do that to your every morning.’

‘We’ve only just met!.’ You say with feigned surprise ‘At least buy me dinner first.’ You finish as you give him a cheeky wink.

‘How about tonight?’

‘Hmmm, I think I can move some things around.’ You reply as you grin at him.

‘Great.’

~

You weren’t expecting to hear three knocks at the door as you left the bathroom, towel drying your hair, you stepped towards the door and pulled it open.

‘Javi!’ You fail to hide your shock upon seeing him stood there.

‘Can I come in?’ He asks plainly and you nod, pushing the door open wider so he can step inside.

‘What are you doing here?’ You ask as you step into the bathroom to pull on some clothes other than your bathrobe, emerging a few moments later in a pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt.

‘Well, I came to talk to you about the fact that we’re going to be having a baby together.’ He states plainly ‘Seeing as you didn’t really give me a chance to have my say yesterday about whether or not I want to be involved.’

‘Javi-.’

‘Swung by last night but you were otherwise engaged with the local barman.’ He interrupts, eyes fixed on a photo on your nightstand of you, him and Steve on one of many nights out in Bogota.

‘You were here last night?’

‘How long has that been going on?’ He asks, his tone cold.

‘Could ask you the same about the girl that I saw you with yesterday.’

‘I have been seeing her about two weeks.’ He answers plainly ‘Broke it off yesterday though after I saw you.’

‘What?… Why?’

‘Are you serious with him?’

‘We fucked one time Javier.’ You growl ‘He’s taking me out for dinner tonight but I can't say that I have had a chance to think about whether or not he's THE ONE’ You finish.

‘Right.’ He nods as he takes a seat on one of the bucket chairs opposite the TV set ‘Well I want a chance to be a part of this baby’s life. Whatever that involves. We have a guest house on the ranch, was doing it up so that pops could move into it as it’s all on one level but you are welcome to stay there until you find somewhere to live.’

‘You expect me to stay here?’

‘Well, I assumed you’d want to now that you’ve got a new squeeze.’

‘Fuck you, Peña.’

‘You’ve got Si to save me from that.’ He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, your face crumpling as tears start to fall from your bloodshot eyes ‘Shit… I.’ He scrubbed his hand over his face as he let out a sigh ‘I didn’t come here to be an asshole and fight with you. I came here to tell you that you don’t need to be alone in this. I want to be as involved as you’ll let me be. Come to the scans if you want, shopping for baby stuff, whatever else this all entails.’

‘Okay.’ You reply as you wipe away your tears ‘I haven't really had a chance to set any appointments up.’ You continue as you sit down on the edge of the bed ‘It’s all kinda happened so fast. I came back for you, found out you were with someone else. Discovered I was pregnant with your kid and then met someone myself. Nowhere in there have I had time to visit the doctor.’ You chuckle and he smiles in return.

‘Why did you come back for me?’ He asked, tilting his head to the side as he waited for you to answer.

‘Honestly?’ He nods and you sigh ‘Because I fell in love with you and I kinda hoped that maybe you had feelings for me too.’

‘I do have feelings.’ He replies and you glance up at him before looking back at Si’s number ‘But you like him too don’t you?’

You nod, biting your lip as you remember last night. How tender he was with you, focusing on you and your pleasure before his own, then proceeding to fuck your brains out and leaving you limp and sated. You’d talked then for a while. You learned he’d been engaged a little while ago and that his fiancé had been pregnant. You’d admired him as he smiled whilst talking about all the things he’d done to get the nursery ready for when they arrived but then tragedy had struck and she was killed, along with the baby, in a head-on collision. Your heart had broken for him and you’d felt something twitch in your heart as you watched a single tear escape from his ocean blue eyes as he recalled the memory of learning he’d lost them both.

‘I can’t lie.’ He says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts ‘He’s a really great guy. Been through hell although I’m sure he told you.’

You nod and he scrubs his hand over his face again before sitting forward and leaning his elbows on his things.

‘If there’s anyone that will treat you the way you deserve it’s him.’ He finishes as he gets up from his seat ‘I uh… Let me know when you make an appointment for a scan or whatever. I’d like to go if that’s okay with you.’

‘Of course.’

‘And I was serious about the guest house.’ He continues ‘Pops wouldn’t mind. Kinda insisted actually.’ He chuckled ‘It’s up to you of course. The offer is there.’

‘Thank you, Javi.’ You nod, taking a few ginger steps towards him ‘I appreciate it and if it’s okay with you I will take you up on it. This place is costing me a fortune per night.’ You chuckle nervously ‘I’m paid up till tomorrow.’

‘Sure!’ He exclaims, it coming out a little more excitable than he’d meant it to ‘I’ll uh… I’ll get it straightened out then can come get you tomorrow?’

‘I have the rental car.’

‘Right yeah.’ He replies, shaking his head a little ‘Course you do.’ He pauses, licking his bottom lip as he looks around ‘I’ll see you tomorrow Hermosa.’

‘See you tomorrow Javi.’

~

‘So the father came by today.’ You say as you take a sip of your drink.

‘Oh yeah?’ Asks Si as he looks up at you in interest.

‘Yeah.’ You nod ‘He’s decided that he wants to be involved after all.’ You say as you take a bite of your food ‘He also saw us last night.’

‘If you don’t mind me asking. Who is the father?’

‘Javier Peña.’

‘Peña? The DEA agent who took down Escobar?’

‘Hey, I helped!.’ You exclaim and his expression changes.

‘You’re DEA too?’ He asks, eyes growing comically wide.

‘Yeah.’ You reply ‘That okay?’

‘Well yeah.’ He replies, smiling at you ‘Actually it’s pretty hot.’

‘Oh really?’ You ask as you give him a devilish grin.

‘Very.’

You ate the rest of your food pretty quickly after that before you were practically dragging him back to your motel room, kissing him with fervour as you ripped his clothes off and he yours. There was no foreplay this time, the two of your too pent up and so when he pushes inside you feel like you could cum just from that, hitting your spot instantly with the first thrust of his hips. The sex goes on for what feels like hours. You cum three times before he gifts you with his seed and then you lay there in his arms, drawing circles on his chest as you breathe him in.

‘I don’t want to get in the way.’ He says out of the blue and you look up at him with a confused expression ‘I like you. I like you a lot and I think this could lead to something really amazing but I also don’t want to get in the way if you want to try and give it a go with Peña. I mean it's his kid after all and-.’

You stop him by placing your index finger on his lips before cupping his cheek and kissing him softly, grinning when he smiles against your lips.

‘I really like you too.’ You reply ‘And you aren’t getting in the way. Surely you know that Javi is not the settling down type. Yes, we’re having a baby together but that’s as far as it’ll ever go. He doesn’t love me. He’ll love this baby. That I am sure of but he’ll never be able to commit to the two of us.’

‘I can.’ He says suddenly and you grin at him ‘I know that it’s a little soon to be saying that but I just want you to know that I'm not just looking for a lay. I want something real and I’d like to think that maybe we can have that but…’

‘Just stop talking baby.’ You chuckle as you shut him up with a kiss and he rolls on top of you as the kiss gets heavy again.

Pushing inside you again, he makes love to you before you both fall asleep in each other's arms, revelling in post-coital bliss. Meanwhile, Javier is laying in bed, staring at a photo of the two of you together. His lips are to your ear and your face is contorted in laughter. He can’t remember what it is that he’d said to you but he could remember thinking how your laughter was like music to his ears and how he could listen to it for the rest of his life. He wanted to but he knew that he was too late now. Si had captured your attention so you were lost to him now. He could never be as good a man as him. Pulling the photo to his chest he let out a small sob, tears rolling down his cheeks as he mourned the future he could have had with you. If only he’d told you he loved you.

~

Chapter 3

[sonoftatooine]

Whumpay 2021

DAY 24: PROTECTED BY AN ENEMY / HURT BY A FRIEND

Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, Nute Gunray.

Warnings: Blood and injury, mild depictions of violence

Summary: Prequel to Day 9. When Senator Padmé Amidala is captured by the Separatists after being betrayed by her old friend, Onoconda Farr, and scheduled for execution, she finds an unlikely rescuer in the Sith assassin, Darth Vader.

***

There were many things that Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo had not expected to happen when she had travelled to Rodia to persuade her old mentor, Onoconda Farr, to accept Republic aid for his starving people rather than joining with the Separatists in a desperate attempt to save them. She had not expected her attempts at persuasion to fall upon deaf ears. She had not expected her Uncle Ono to betray her, to capture her and hand her over to Nute Gunray and his compatriots in return for promised supplies for his people. She hadn't expected to be bundled into a Separatist ship in chains with no resistance, no attempt at help from her old friend. Hadn't expected to transported to an unknown CIS base, bundled into a small dark cell and faced with a smug Count Dooku, stood before the containment field she had been trapped in, telling her with a cruel smirk that she may have escaped justice at Geonosis, but she would have no such luck this time.

She was to be executed.

What she had expected least, however—what she had never expected even as she hung limp in her chains alone in her cell, hoping for rescue—was that she would escape Dooku's twisted justice, not at the hands of her allies, but at one of the old Sith's own. She would never in her life have imagined that she would ever be in a position to be rescued by Darth Vader, the feared Sith assassin of the Separatists. And yet—she ducked, stumbling over the uneven, rocky ground outside the Separatist base as a barrage of blaster bolts aimed towards her, only for them to be sent back at the battle droids that had fired them before they could even reach her—here she was.

And here, she thought as she caught that deadly whirl of black and red in the corner of her eyes cutting through the ranks of their pursuers with brutal efficiency, was he. Vader. A man she had never once met, but countless horrific stories about. Shielding her. Protecting her. Risking his own life to save hers.

“Which way is the ship?” she shouted over the whizz of blaster fire and the roar of STAPs, gripping her own blaster tight as she fired several shots at the guards attempting to rush them.

Vader did not respond. Instead, he threw out a hand, fingers spread wide, and the droids were thrown backwards in a mighty Force push. In the distance, she could see several armed Neimoidian guards rushing out of the facility, ready to hunt them down.

“Come” he said. “This way.”

***

“Senator Amidala.”

His voice was deep and resonant through the vocoder of the blank death mask that kept his features concealed from allies and enemies alike. Robed from head to toe in black, with no chink in his armour to see what lay beneath, he looked every inch the mysterious Sith assassin that the Senate and the Jedi had come to fear as he stepped slowly into her cell and came to stand directly before her, inscrutable and expressionless. Padmé swallowed. Trapped as she was in a buzzing blue containment field, she could do nothing stare back into his eyes—or at least, where she thought his eyes must be. She would not show him she was afraid.

“Darth Vader,” she said. Her voice hoarse from tiredness and thirst, and she had to draw on all of her politician's training to keep the apprehension out of her tone. “I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Are you to be my executioner?”

'I'm not afraid to die,' she reminded herself, just as she had done chained up in the beast arena at Geonosis what now seemed like so long ago. 'I'm not afraid to die. I'm not—' Vader tilted his head to the side, as if he were considering...something. The mask shielded his expression from scrutiny as much as it hid his identity, and Padmé could not even guess at what he was thinking. She, however, tried very much not to think that that mask had been the last thing that so many people must have seen.

“Lord Tyranus has spoken to you then?,” he spoke eventually. His arms folded in front of him in a gesture that she supposed was meant to look intimidating, but that to her looked almost...defensive, as he was trying to make himself look smaller, self-comfort. Which was blatantly ridiculous. This was Darth Vader. But there was something about the gesture, something which struck a chord of familiarity in her that she could not quite put her finger on— “Your execution has been scheduled for tomorrow morning.”

He was, Padmé decided as she clenched her hands into fists, steadfastly ignoring the ache in her arms after having been suspended in position for so long, nothing like Dooku—or was it Tyranus,  for she could only assume that it was he that the other Sith was referring to with that name. Dooku had visited her in her cell earlier that day, unbearably smug for all his pretence at playing the gentleman, promising her that she would pay the price for the arrogance of the Republic she had pledged her life to. Vader, on the other hand, was blunt and abrupt, disinterested in being drawn into a verbal sparring match, and showing no inclination whatsoever to even so much as draw attention to his power over her, let alone crow about it. There was no air of enjoyment about him, no sense of victory. Only tension. And yet, despite his directness, he had not yet explained to her the reason for his presence in her cell.

“Then why are you here?,” she shot back. “Do you intend to interrogate me? I shall tell you nothing!”

Vader did not respond to this declaration, merely stared at her unflinchingly through the red-tinted lenses of his mask. She could not see his eyes, but she felt the weight of his gaze on her nonetheless.

“No,” he said, suddenly, without ceremony. He turned away sharply, like a puppet jerked about on a string. The change was so odd, so abrupt, that Padmé didn't quite take it in at first. She blinked.

“No?” she echoed.

“I don't want your information.”

'Then why have you come here if not for that?' Padmé thought, frowning. She may not be Force sensitive, but she didn't need to be to know that there was something going on, something very strange, as if the man before her were trying to wrangle himself into a decision which he was not quite sure he should make. But what it was—

“Then what do you want?” she breathed.

***

From the few holos they had of Vader that she had seen played in the Senate, she had always thought of him as something akin to a vine tiger, supremely graceful, inexorably powerful, and deadly dangerous to any unfortunate soul that happened to cross the path of his blade. Seeing him now, Padmé could only conclude that she had been both right and wrong. He was graceful, yes. Powerful, most certainly. Deadly—undoubtedly. But such a comparison could not possibly encompass what it was to see him fight in the flesh. He was a whirlwind of black robes and flashing red plasma, a one-man storm directing blaster bolts back at their pursuers with such speed that she could barely follow it with her eyes, even as he reached out with the Force to crush droids into scrap metal, and to rip Neimoidian guards from their speeders and STAPs. It was utterly terrifying to watch, and she couldn't quite tell that it was more or less so for the fact that it was for her. To protect her.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she was not quick enough to dodge a blaster bolt that whizzed out of nowhere, heading right towards her face with deadly speed. With a shout of alarm, she threw up her arm in a futile attempt to shield herself, but the blow never landed. Lowering her arm cautiously, she saw that the bolt was hovering, static, inches in front of her, so close that she could almost feel the burning heat of it on her skin. It was buzzing angrily as if it wanted nothing more than to surge forward from the grip that held it and strike her down.

What?!

“Mind on the fight, Senator,” Vader called as, with a gesture of one gloved hand, he sent the bolt whooshing back towards one of the pursuing droids with deadly accuracy. “I'd like to get you out of here in one piece.”

'Why?!,' Padmé wanted to scream. 'Why are you doing this?! Why are you protecting me?!' But he was right. She needed to focus on getting out of here alive and harmed. On them both getting out of here alive and unharmed. Questions, she thought as she ducked another bolt that whizzed dangerously past her ears, could come later.

Taking a deep breath, she tightened her grip on her blaster and fired.

***

“Whatever happens next, don't panic,” Vader said. “Follow my lead.”

A wave of one gloved hand, and the containment field deactivated. Without anything to hold her up, Padmé pitched forward alarmingly, but Vader stepped forward to catch her before she fell to the floor. The fingers at her waist were hard and made of metal, but his left hand, which had caught her by the shoulder, was as much flesh and bone as her own. 'Not a droid then', she thought nonsensically as she remembered one particular rumour about the Sith assassin that had been circling about the Senate a few moths past before the Jedi debunked it—droids, after all, could not wield the Force.

He set her down on her feet with surprising gentleness for a man of his reputation, but the moment she had regained her balance, she drew back as if burnt. Padmé couldn't quite tell if she should be relieved or not. She was too dazed trying to figure out what in the Galaxy was happening.

“Vader...what—?” she stammered, all of her promises to herself to stay calm and collected around him forgotten in the face of this baffling turn of events.

“Give me your hands” the Sith said in lieu of an answer. When she didn't move, he reached out and took them in a grip that was firm but not rough and, pulling a pair of stun cuffs out of the folds of his robes, placed them upon her wrists. He did not, however, click them properly shut—indeed, made no effort to at all. Padmé stared down at them, her eyes wide.

“What are you doing?” she whispered. It couldn't be what she thought it was. It couldn't be—

“I have a ship hidden away from the base,” Vader replied measuredly—or, at least, the vocoder made him sound measured. Surely he wasn't that calm. He didn't look calm. He looked tense, ready to fight, as well he should if he were proposing— “It will take you to Republic space. The Separatists will not be able to reach you there.”

Then, before she had even had time to process that extraordinary statement, he had taken up position behind her, metal hand resting on her shoulder, ready to push her out of the dark cell and out towards freedom.

“When we encounter the guards, play along,” he instructed. “They won't dare to question me but it will only be so long before they realise something's wrong. We will need to be quick.”

***

“Which way?,” Padmé gasped as she ducked under yet another barrage of blaster fire, her legs and lungs burning from the exertion of running so far. Their pursuers were gaining on them, and worse, they had managed to get a hit on Vader. A stray bolt out of the last spray they had sent their way had managed to slip past his defences and strike him in the shoulder, and he'd been forced to transfer his lightsaber to his left hand as he pressed his right hard to the wound in an attempt to stem the bloodflow. It didn't stand out against the deep black of his robes, but she could smell it, sharp and metallic and a visceral reminder that, strong as her unlikely protector was, he was far from invulnerable.

“Make for the canyon,” he said. If he was in pain—and she was sure that he was; blaster bolts hurt even Sith Lords—there was no indication of it in his voice. Or rather, the voice of the vocoder. It didn't seem to pick up on the subtleties of tone, and even if his tone had sounded weak and hurt beneath the mask, his words boomed out as loud and clear as ever. She wondered, vaguely, what he sounded like without it. “It will give us cover if they try to shoot from above.”

Padmé stared wildly at the rocky landscape around her, at the mouth of the canyon they were nearing. She didn't like the look of it. True, there was a lot of overhanging rock that would shield them from blaster fire from the droids in the air, and anyone who pursued them in there would be forced into a bottleneck, but still... Tall and narrow and with no idea of where it led, it seemed to be just the kind of place that the guards would want to drive them into.

“What if they trap us in there?” she asked, only to be forced to duck under another barrage of blaster fire.

“I will deal with them” Vader retorted. Even though both his hands were gloved, she was sure that his flesh hand clutched about the hilt of his lightsaber was white-knuckled.

“You're injured!,” Padmé argued. Her eyes flickered to his shoulder. The cloth beneath his hand was wet and sticky with blood. “Your bleeding! Are you sure—?”

“I'm fine,” Vader cut across her. He forced himself to straighten up, and despite being able to see nothing of his face, she got the distinct impression that he was gritting his teeth. “Sith draw their power from pain.”

Padmé winced.

“Vader...” She said. The red lenses fixed on her, the flying blaster bolts reflected in them like comets reflected on the surface of a dark lake, and then he turned sharply away.

“Let's go.”

***

“Stand down.” The sharp order barked through the mask's vocoder was enough to make the Neimoidian in charge of the contingent of battle droids sent to guard her turn from healthy green to sickly pink with fear. “I have orders to transport the prisoner.”

“I—my lord,” the Neimoidian fumbled, red eyes wide. He had sprung up ready for action when he had seen her exiting the cell, only to falter upon noticing the looming Sith Lord behind her, and now seemed to have no idea what to do with himself. Padmé glared up at him through her lashes. She recognised him as one of Nute Gunray's toadies even though she didn't know his name. “My lord, forgive me, but...is Amidala not scheduled for execution tomorrow?”

Behind her, she felt Vader draw himself up to his full—and rather impressive—height. The hand on her shoulder squeezed down in a manner that would look aggressive to any onlookers but in reality was nothing more than a steady pressure, mindful not to hurt her. Nevertheless, she took care to add a pained wince to the charade.

“You dare question me?!” Padmé thought the question might have been delivered as a low snarl, but the vocoder turned it into a deep, robotic boom, full of inexorable rage that could only be weathered, neither prevented nor avoided. “You dare question Lord Sidious' orders?!”

The Neimoidian looked like he might faint.

“No-no,” he stuttered, trembling violently. “Of course not, my lord. P-please forgive me. I meant no offence to Lord Sidious.”

Sidious? Sidious? The Sith that the Jedi believed to have infiltrated the Senate, to be at the heart of the war? Did Vader know him? It had always been presumed that it was Dooku that Vader served, but what if it was the mysterious Darth Sidious that was his true master? Vader certainly seemed to know to use his name for effect, and that he would be believed if he did. Clearly, that name held a great deal of weight amongst the Separatists. A lot of fear too.

“My master is not a forgiving man,” Vader returned coldly. “But if you do not obstruct me any further, I may decide not to mention your insolence to him.”

The Neimoidian seemed weak with relief—so much so that Padmé thought he might keel over from it.

“Y-yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord. I'm terribly sorry for inconveniencing—”

“Enough.” The hand on Padmé's shoulder gave another squeeze. Despite herself, it felt strangely reassuring. “I have no interest in wasting time listening to your grovelling. Let me pass, and do not take up any more of my time than you already have.”

Vader was beginning to flag. He was still fighting hard, slicing through droids and organics alike as they chased them through the canyon, but his movements had become a little slower, a little more laboured. He was trailing blood from his shoulder, staining the ground below him red.

“Are you alright?” Padmé called over her shoulder. He was lagging a little further behind than he had before, trying to shake off a pair of super battle droids that had managed to catch up to him and were attempting, without success, to break through his defence. In answer, Vader whirled about his saber with an odd burst of static from his vocoder that might have been a groan of pain and sliced off their arms to remove their weapons before raising a fist and crushing them violently into nothing.

“Keep moving!” he called, the deep boom of his voice echoing through the canyon amid the shouts of the guards and the clanking march of oncoming droids. With a wave of his hand, the Sith sent the remains of the two SPDs careening into the approaching crowd, and the shouts turned into curses and screams.

Padmé turned to run, expecting him to follow her, but before he could, one of the Neimoidian guards, who had found himself at the head of the charge following the destruction of the two droids, launched himself—quite bravely and extremely foolishly—on top of the rogue Sith, attempting to tackle him to the ground. She faltered, but she needn't have worried. Another Force push sent him flying back into the wall of the canyon, and with a whoosh of the red blade, the Neimoidian's head was cleaved right from his shoulders.

“Run!” Vader snapped again. The red lenses fixed on her unmoving form, he had failed to notice the badly damaged B1 approaching behind him, just functional enough to hold a blaster and aim it straight at his head, ready to— Padmé's eyes widened in alarm.

“Vader!” she screamed. Without hesitating, without even pausing to think, she raised her blaster in front of her and unloaded a round of bolts right into the droid's head.

***

“Take it,” Vader said. He was watching her eye one of the blasters discarded by the two battle droids they had fought after an encounter in the corridor had been interrupted by alarms blaring out throughout the facility upon the Sith's ruse being discovered. Or rather, Vader had fought the droids—insomuch as raising a fist and crushing the pair of them into two balls of scrap metal and sparking wires could be called 'fighting'. “They will be coming for us now.”

Padmé stared at him in shock. If the vocoder hadn't made his voice boom out loud and clear, she would have thought she had misheard him over the sound of the klaxon.

“You'd trust me with a weapon?” she asked incredulously.

“You need to be able to defend yourself,” Vader replied. “Besides, we are hardly out of danger yet. I'm your way out of here, and even if you did try to kill me, I would stop you.”

It wasn't an unreasonable argument, and Padmé could not deny the logic in it. She stooped to pick up the blaster and primed it, watching the Sith carefully out of the corner of her eye. He showed no signs of nervousness at her being armed—not that it was particularly easy to tell—and it suddenly occurred to her that he could probably sense her intentions, just as the Jedi could. She wasn't going to harm him—even if she hadn't needed him to escape, she wouldn't harm him. She wasn't about to stab—or indeed shoot—a man who was risking Force knew what to help her in the back.

“Why are you doing this?” she murmured, no longer able to hold back the question that had been burning in her ever since he released her from the containment field. She needed answers, needed to understand. But Vader simply shook his head, turning to face the two super battle droids that had just turned the corner into the corridor. He reached down to his belt and, with a menacing snap-hiss, his lightsaber sprang to life in his hand.

“I don't think now's the time, Senator” he said and, without another word, leapt into the fray.

***

The droid staggered backwards, unresponsive, as the blaster bolts seared through the processors in its head. As it crumpled in a heap on the ground. Vader whirled around in search of where the shot had come from. The lenses of his mask fixed upon her for one brief moment before their pursuers forced him to turn his attention back to the fight, and in that short second, Padmé would have said that he almost seemed...startled. Had he not expected her to defend him as he had defended her? Surely she was mistaken. If he expected her not to harm him—for practical reasons if nothing else—then would he not expect her to have his back—at least for the time being—in battle too?

She didn't have the chance to linger on her thoughts, however. There were shouts from behind her, and with dread in her heart, she wheeled around to see more droids approaching from the other side of the canyon. It was just as she had feared. They were hemming them in.

“Vader!” she screamed in warning.

Vader's mask was inscrutable as ever, and the only way she could tell what he was thinking or feeling was the tension in his frame as he staggered towards her, positioning himself so he could keep both groups in his line of vision. His grip tightened against the hilt of his lightsaber.

“What are we going to do?” Padmé whispered. There had to be a way out of this. There had to be. She just couldn't see it.

“We keep fighting.”

“But—” They were trapped. They were trapped and he was injured and as determined as she was to see them escape, she wasn't sure either of them could fight against all of them. She wasn't afraid to die, but now she had somehow dragged him into this mess too and if he died as well it would be her fault—

“It will be alright,” Vader said. “I promise you.”

And then, with a ferocity beyond even that which she had already seen, he threw himself back into the fray.

***

“Lord Vader!” It was not so much Nute Gunray's indignant shout that stilled them in their path, but the blast door they had been dashing towards slamming shut before they could slip through it. Gripping the stolen blaster tightly in her hand, Padmé turned around to face the Viceroy of the Trade Federation. He was surrounded by his posse of battle droids and Neimoidian guards, his eyes narrowed and his mouth pinched with fury. “What are you doing?!”

Vader whirled about, saber brandished before him, manoeuvring so that Padmé was shielded behind him. There was a click of several blasters being primed as the guards trained their guns on him as one. Padmé raised her own blaster, aiming it so that any bolts she fired would strike below her unlikely protector's arm and into the legs of their pursuers.

“Stand down, Viceroy,” the Sith growled. “Call your men off, or I will kill them.”

Gunray let out a wordless exclamation of rage, but it was belied by the pink tinge to his skin and the slight shaking of his hands.

“I will not have this!,” he blustered, his hands balling into fists. “I was promised her death!”

Padmé tightened her grip on the blaster, lips pressed firmly against the torrent of anger that was rising up within her as the memories of Geonosis and the Separatists' attempts to have her and Obi-Wan killed in that horrid beast arena swam before her eyes. How she despised this man. This man who had invaded her planet and tried to force her to sign his self-serving treaty by hanging the threat of her people's suffering over her head. This man who had tried to have her murdered when his plots blew up in his face and had weaselled his way out of punishment after punishment for his actions. This man who had tricked Onaconda Farr—her Uncle Ono—into betraying her. Articulate as she had always been, she had no words for how much she loathed him, and how much she wanted to bring the Republic's justice down upon him.

“By Tyranus,” Vader retorted. His mechno hand was gripping the hilt of his saber so hard she was surprised it didn't break, and she suddenly wondered if he was sensing her own anger in the Force. “Not by me.”

“She is a Republic Senator!,” Gunray howled in outrage. “An enemy of the Confederacy of Independent Systems! This is treason, Vader! Treason! Lord Sidious will hear of this!”

The guards were subtly adjusting their grips on their weapons. Preparing. Getting ready to fire, Padmé realised with a sick feeling in her stomach. They were going to—

“He will,” Vader said simply. “But I've already made my choice.”

And then he raised a hand and the ceiling of the corridor came crashing down between them. Gunray and the Neimoidians screamed as they scattered backwards to avoid the chunks of durasteel and sparking wires that tumbled violently down to crush them. Many of the droids weren't quick enough to dodge their fate, and soon enough, the corridor was entirely blocked with a solid wall of duracrete and metal and the twisted remains of B1s and SPDs. Padmé stared, wide-eyed, coughing at the cloud of duracrete dust floating in the air.

“That should hold them off for a while” Vader said matter-of-factly, as if he had not just ripped his way through solid metal and duracrete with nothing but the power of the Force. “We'd better get to the ship before they have time to regroup.”

He shot out a hand once more, and with a groan of protesting metal, the heavy blast doors were ripped clean from their hinges.

***

Vader's blade practically screamed as it sliced and stabbed through each and every one of their attackers like a man possessed. He seemed to be running on pure adrenaline now—or perhaps the pain and fear that he must surely be feeling, and was said to fuel the power of the Sith. There were very few of their pursuers left, bodies and droid parts strewn across the floor of the canyons, fallen to Vader's blade and her own stolen blaster. Now, there was only one Neimoidian guard and one battle droid left. Padmé raised her blaster, forcing her hands steady despite her growing exhaustion. One Neimoidian guard left.

The guard cried out, staggering backwards onto the ground as the skinny B1 crumpled beside him. If he had intended to beg to be spared, Vader did not give him the chance. The red blade flashed, and the Neimoidian gave an odd, breathless gasp as the saber plunged through his heart.

After the raging sounds of the battle, the sudden silence was almost unbearable.

She stumbled on her feet, throwing out a shaky hand to catch herself against the wall of the canyon. She felt faint, and sick, her heart pounding far too hard and loud in her chest, and she closed her eyes tight shut so she wouldn't have to look at the corpses at her feet.

“Senator...”

A familiar snap-hiss cut through the throbbing of her pulse in her ears, and her eyes shot open to see Vader turn back towards her, his saber, now deactivated, clutched tightly in his hand. His other hand was pressed tight to his heavily bleeding shoulder, and he was swaying alarmingly on his feet.

“Padmé” he said, and before she could take in what he had just said, before a single thought could even cross her mind, he collapsed down onto the floor.

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I thirst after Osamu with a heavy passion 😩👌

Shower sex with Osamu after practice

The weekend never looked so dull-- usually your weekends were full of debauchery and mischief, either from the Miya twins antics or your other friends dragging you along to a sleepover or random three a.m. Walmart trips; it was a nice break from your usual rambunctious life.

Your parents had fled your home for the weekend, claiming they needed a weekend to rekindle their already over bloomed relationship, leaving you alone to do what you did best… binge watch tv.

The plush tan couch cushion you sat yourself in hours ago kept you cozy as you fisted snacks into your awaiting mouth, eyes never wandering from your show. It was late afternoon by the time you checked your phone for the first time today, not feeling bad for blatantly ignoring your boyfriend for mystical teenagers trapped in love triangles.

Osamu should be here at any time, or so you had thought. The next time you checked your phone, it was nearing nine at night. He was supposed to come by after practice and make dinner for the two of you, his idea, you might add; if you had it your way, your dinner would be mac and cheese and chicken nuggets-- but Osamu had standards, and he called that meal pathetic the first time he saw you eat it.

He was adorable in his own right, but it was annoying on how much he was a food elitist. You’re a grown ass person, you should be allowed to eat Oreos at eight in the morning as cereal without being judged!

Just as Elena had confessed that she loved Damon, the doorbell broke your concentration. Heaving yourself from the cocoon of blankets and pillows you had made for yourself on the couch, you swung the front door open and beamed.

“There’s my sweaty boyfriend! Come in, come in! I made you your own little fort beside the couch!”

The tall boy peered down at you, not entertained by your invitation, merely passing you and slinging his gym bag by the door. You grabbed his hand and drug him to the couch, pushing him into the bundle of plush pillows and warm blankets. He opened his mouth to speak but you quickly placed a finger over his lips.

“I have one more episode before this season is finished, give me forty minutes and you’ll have my complete and utter attention,” You removed the finger from his mouth and held up your pointer and middle finger in the air. “Scouts honor.”

Osamu didn’t object, he let you do as you pleased-- he enjoyed the fact you were sitting in his lap while engrossed in The Vampire Diaries, his arms encircled your torso and held you close to his built but considerably sweaty, body.

He entertained himself by texting his brother or scrolling down Facebook aimlessly, exhaling deeply whenever he saw a funny meme. He wanted to show you the deep fried minion meme but he knew that you were too engrossed in your terrible CW drama. 

“I knew it! I knew that was going to happen! This show is such bullshit, next season better be better or I won’t watch it anymore!” you huffed, slouching into Osamu.

He sighed and circled his thumbs on your waist. “You say that after each season.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, but maybe next season’s gonna get better.”

Sniffing the air, you whipped your head and stared at Osamu’s confused expression. “Why do you smell like you haven’t taken a shower?”

“‘Cause I came here straight from practice, figured you’d want me here soon as possible.”

The glimmer of a thought ran through your mind and went straight to your mouth. “Can I take a shower with you?”

Osamu smiled lightly, “Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart. C’mon, get up.”

You giddly jumped from his lap and to the floor, waiting for him to stand before ushering him to the bathroom, shutting the door behind the both of you. The gray haired boy wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed his face into your shoulder.

“‘Samu, you smell like a teenagers sock drawer, let go so we can get clean.” you sighed happily, leaning into his embrace.

“Just missed ya’, is all.” he breathed, letting go of you.

The two of you stripped of your clothes, leaving them piled on the tiled floor. You opened the glass door of the standing shower and invited Osamu in, taking close attention to his nicely defined torso and toned legs, zoning in on his cock, which was already half hard.

Ice cold water spouting from the shower head caused you to yelp, but it was quickly replaced with a steady, warm stream. As soon as Osamu and yourself agreed with the water temperature, you turned around to face him. 

“It should be illegal to be that hot.” you commented quietly, cupping his face with your hands before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

He chuckled before returning the kiss, dipping both of your heads under the downpour of water. You giggled into the kiss, breaking it to take a gulp of air, trying to avoid getting water in your mouth.

Osamu’s hands slowly cupped your breasts, his thumbs going to swirl your hardened nipples. Your breath hitched, leaning into him and your back arching. He claimed your mouth with his once more, licking your lip, asking for an entrance.

You obliged, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his hands didn’t seize their antagonizing slow assault on your breasts. Your hands trailed from his face to his hair, tugging on his dark locks lightly, bringing him closer to your body. He groaned into the kiss, groping your breasts harder.

“Osamu…” you hushed, pleasure dripping from your words. 

One of his hands continued their playing while his other one dipped to your throbbing sex, taking his time to spread your outer lips and plunge a finger into your pussy.

You gripped his shoulders, pleasure slowly rising and your stomach becoming warmer by the seconds. Osamu was relentless, adding another finger into you and proceeded to curl them as he thrusted. 

“Fuck, ‘Samu,” you moaned, your back hitting the shower wall.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re needy,” he praised quietly, removing his fingers and bringing them to his lips, licking his digits clean. “Guess I should give ya’ want ya’ want.”

His cock was more than hard, you could see it twitch with excitement. You went to grab his member before he grabbed your hand, stopping your actions. “Turn ‘round for me, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t just ignore him when his voice is low and raspy-- you’d pay him to talk to you for hours when his voice got like that, but then again, his voice got like that whenever he was ready to fuck you into oblivion.

Turning around, he bent your torso and had you brace yourself against the shower wall with your hands. If this were any other time, you’d be teasing him, but at the moment all you needed was to be fucked until you couldn’t stand.

Osamu’s hands gripped your ass with one hand and lined himself with your drenched hole with the other. Before you could hurry him up, he slammed himself into you, knocking the breath from your lungs.

He set the pace, with quick, hard thrusts that barely gave you time to recuperate. Your legs shook as you moaned in ecstasy, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts. 

“I thought about this all day,” he groaned. “‘Bout how tight you’d be for me, and how you’d sound for me.”

You bit your lip and moaned, “Osamu, please! Please fuck me harder!”

He stopped his breakneck pace mid stroke and leaned over your back, his heavy, warm breath in your ear. “Ya’ sure you can handle it?” 

“Yes, please just ruin me already!” 

Osamu’s hips snapped harshly, his speed increasing tenfold. You could barely withhold your weight, but once his thumb met your clit, you thought you'd fall. 

His balls slapped against your ass as he continued to wreck your pussy, his grunts and groans going straight to your sopping cunt. Your pussy clenched against his cock and your lower stomach growing a tight knot. 

With a couple more thrusts, your pussy clamped around his cock, cumming around him. You swore you saw lights, your legs shaking as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Osamu stopped prodding your clit with his hand and gripped your hips, bringing you back into his cock.

“Osamu! Fuck, God, please!” you moaned, your body still sensitive from your orgasm.

He pounding into your cervix, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’re going to have bruises in the morning. “Say it again.”

“Osamu!” Your forehead rested against the shower wall as your boyfriend used you as a cocksleeve.

“That’s right, Y/n, I’m the one that’s fuckin’ ya’ this good.”

Your second orgasm was approaching quickly, and you could tell Osamu was reaching his soon, as his pace lost rhythm, his thrusts more erratic. Your cunt squeezed his cock with your second orgasm, garnering his own release.

He held your hips close to his, your pussy milking him for all he has. He gave a few more weak thrusts, riding out his orgasm before removing himself from you and helping you stand. He brushed hair from your face and looked deeply into your eyes.

“You good?”

You nodded, a lazy smile on your lips.

“Yeah, more than good. Now, let’s get cleaned up, season five is waiting for us downstairs.”

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one step back, two steps forward (pt. 18)

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Miraculous team upgrade part. 2

Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news! Today we’re interrupting this program for another akuma attack.

 Nadja Chamack stood on a tall building with a cameraman before gesturing towards the fight happening in a distance. A new akuma was formed and it was going toe to toe with the heroes.

 It’s been too dangerous to get close to it especially when we have a senti-monster as well and chat noir can’t be seen anywhere.

 Watch out!

 The cameraman screamed as a gargoyle landed behind them. This gargoyle didn’t looked like a normal stone gargoyle but rather a twisted nightmare. It looked rather ferocious with its ugly claws. Just as he was about to open its mouth, a blur of grey hit directly at point blank and threw it away.

 Nadja looked at the person in front of her. It was a female hero, a miraculous hero but not the one they had seen before. The glaring sun behind her didn’t help them make out any distinctive feature. However, the imposing aura of hers was different from the leading aura of ladybug, it was different from the intimidating and ruthless aura of Ryuu.

 It will be best if you stay at a safer place.   She opened her mouth and woke the pair in front of her from their stupor.   Your lives are worth much more than some rating.

 Nadja looked at the new hero surprised before fumbling with the microphone and shooting questions.

 Excuse me! Are you a new hero?! What’s your name?! Are you going to be temporary hero or has ladybug choose you as a permanent one?! What about the other heroes?!

 Stop!     The hero said before her ears twitched and she looked back. The gargoyle flew in the air before letting out a roar and flying towards them at an alarming speed.

 Curses!  The hero cursed before picking up the pair and jumping away.

 Oh my god!

 Nadja loudly exclaimed at both that there was a gargoyle was chasing them with a bloodthirsty look and that the young hero was able to pick two adults and run around with ease.

 Yellow eyes darted everywhere before her eyes fell on something rolled in a corner. Her eyes flashed before she threw the adults down. The pair screamed but it was cut short when they fell on a soft surface and bounced for a while.

 Nadja opened her eyes and looked around. Somehow she had ended up on a rescue air cushion. Looking clearly at the hero in front of them, Nadja gestured the cameraman.

 As we can see the new hero in front of us, we still haven’t find her name yet. But she isn’t weak for sure. Let’s wait and witness.

 The hero pulled the coiled whip from her waist and waited as the gargoyle came closer. Just as it was a block away, she uncoiled her whip at a lightning speed and whipped it around in a full circle hitting the gargoyle right in the face.

 The speed and force of the hit made the gargoyle slam in the building. With a few twist of the whips, the wolf themed hero landed all hits on the point blank of the gargoyle making it roar in pain.

 Once all of its attention was on her, she moved. With a high jump she landed on the roof of the building before raising her whip and cracking it once. As if challenged, the gargoyle roared and flew towards her.

 The wolf themed hero tensed before jumping off the building and uncoiling the whip, the seemingly short whip now elongated to an uncontrollable length. Whipping it around her, she snapped it at towards the gargoyle, coiling it and trapping the gargoyle.

 She landed on the back of the gargoyle, who was desperately trying to free its wings. The hero tightened the whip even harder before bracing for the impact using gargoyle like a surf board.

 The gargoyle made contact with the road before sliding on the road, tearing the road with its face. Just as it stop, the wolf hero let out a breath before her eyes turned cold and she snapped the neck of the gargoyle before the dust cloud could settle.

 Outside the range, Nadja Chamack tried her best to get a clear view of the fight. Deep down she marveled at how the team miraculous got such a member. Just as the dust settled, she saw the wolf hero snap the chain wound around the neck of the gargoyle like a collar.

 A blue feather materialized before the gargoyle disappeared in thin air. Putting the Amok in her hand she turned towards the pair. Nadja tensed when her eyes met this hero. Such coldness and blood thirst, it made her shudder a little. But as soon as it appeared, it also disappeared like it was just an illusion.

 I believe I told you to stay safe.     The wolf hero said again before looking in the general direction of the fight.

 Nadja put everything at the back of her mind before interviewing the new hero.

 Miss you haven’t told us about yourself. Please tell us a little about yourself. Are you a temporary hero? Or have you been made a permanent addition in the team? Do you know why we haven’t seen chat noir in a while?

 Sorry for the interruption Nadja!

 A voice called out getting the attention of the reporter. The usual miraculous team came in the view and the cameraman quickly turned towards them showing their audience their lovely ladybug.

 Ladybug, please tell us about the new hero!

 That has to wait before I……..

 Ladybug took the blue feather before purifying it and casting her cure. The road torn apart by the new hero got fixed as the numerous ladybugs swept over them.

 Alright then…………..       Ladybug turned towards the reported before putting a hand on wolf themed hero’s shoulder.       I would like you to meet out new permanent member, the wolf hero, Luna.

 The said hero nodded. Nadja fired many questions at the new hero who just responded with either one word or one sentence. A little frustrated at the lack of response she turned towards the camera before ending her report. The hero naturally took their leave.

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Luna and ladybug landed in a dark alley before de-transforming. Kaylan and Marinette came out the alley making sure no one was there.

 That was one of the quickest fight with the senti-monster around.

Marinette commented before looking at the other girl gratefully. Normally her cavalry had been chat noir before Ryuu took over the role, but no one was as ruthless and accurate as Luna.

 Don’t you find my way a little too gory?

 Marinette thoughtfully looked at the setting sun. Seine was peaceful.

 May be I have seen destruction much more gruesome than your ruthless actions, I don’t see anything wrong with it.

 The two Kwami stopped eating before pitying their chosen. To think they had to get use to such horrible nightmares, when it was their age to be afraid of bugs and cockroaches.

 You will need brute strength in many situations…….     Kaylan broke the silence before turning quiet again. When she didn’t said anything, Marinette looked at her Kwami. With a thumbs up, she silently accepted the statement.

 You will need brute strength in many situation but you will have to get use to my blood thirst. Can you do accept that?

 Marinette looked at the setting sun in determination. After 3 years of non-stop fight, it was time to step up their game, especially after so many drawbacks.

 So what if they were using a bit much force for each punch, so what if they are tearing off the limbs of the akuma, so what if they are letting out their frustration on civilians who had been turned into villains by a manipulative butterfly maniac who had probably no life, it was his fault that they had been turned into child soldiers.

 The gentle wind unwinded a little bit of frustration.

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To the point - 2

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen (AU) Pairing: au!Satoru Gojō x fem!reader Content: Smutty themes. Drinking. No proofing. A/N: Ooops...my hand slipped.

2. On point

The bass sends shockwaves through your chest, the pulsation momentarily reminding you of the sweet throbbing you had experienced last week.

Every night, you’ve revisited the tattoo parlour in your dreams. Every morning waking up hot and bothered, but ready to follow the memory of Gojō’s skills beyond the point he had taken you to. More often than not, you imagined him hovering over you, naked and full of praises as his fingers (though, sadly, actually yours) caused you to stumble over the edge.

”Earth to [Y/N].” One of your friends shoves you playfully, returning you to the noise bar and the group of semi-drunk girls. ”Where’s your head at?”

Wouldn’t you like to know? It’s almost impossible to smother the smile before it shows.

”Isn’t it obvious?” A pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, one of the girl’s hands balancing a cosmo. ”Our shy, little blossom has gotten laid!”

Magically, all five of them manage to pick up on that despite the thundering music and begin to harass you for information. Gossip. There are no secrets in this group but this time...this time you want to enjoy the fantasies Gojō has awakened without sharing.

Eventually they give up, leaving you as the self-appointed bag-guardian as they go dancing to build up a sweat and a thirst for more drinks and you can close your eyes to imagine what it would be like to dance with Gojō. He’d hold you close, chest to back and guiding your hips so you could grind against his pelvis, feeling the erection against your ass. One of your hands slip to caress your thigh the way he dream he would and it’s almost as if you could he hear whisper in your ear.

“Mmm, princess, I wish I was the reason you look so wonderfully debauched.”

Snapping your eyes open, you stare into bright ceruleans that not even the flash of the coloured lights can ruin. “S-satoru!”

“You’ve been a good girl and taken care of your new art?” You nod mutely, shifting in the seat so he can see the tattoo peek out from under the short skirt. “Of course, you have.” For the longest split-second, you can’t see his eyes between the dark glasses and his lashes, but then they return to gaze upon you with renewed intensity. “Might I...inspect?”

“Always.”

The answer is too rapid, too desperate for you own liking until he smirks and you forget what the issue was. Sliding into a crouch, Gojō gently places his hands around your knee and nudges it gently outwards before his fingertips ghost across your skin – one continuing tantalizingly towards the apex of your thighs while the other pushes the skirt up at the same speed. One inch. Two. Three.

And then he withdraws, pulling with him the air you unknowingly had kept locked in your lungs. “Well done,” he hums, “it’s healing nicely.”

You’re about to ask him to test it, to check again, when your giggling flock of friends swoop down upon the two of you and you witness the metamorphosis of Satoru Gojō as he becomes a professional (yet amicable) tattoo artist who “just happened to see and want to say hi” to you. If it wasn’t for the twinkling wink he sends you, you’d have thought everything that went before was a dream.

Gojō buys a round of drinks, chatting with everyone but staying put in his seat next to you when a few of the girls urge him to come dance with them.

“Yeah, forget it ladies,” your best friend grins, “can’t you see he only wants to dance with one person here?”

You almost leap to your feet and push past them. “’Scuse me.”

Oh, it’s not that you wouldn’t want it to be true – how her hint of Gojō and you being an item for the night...for a while...for...Ugh! The problem is that you don’t know what to expect. Here you are, ready to throw yourself before him if it buys you one more “good girl” whispered against your skin, and for all you know he might just be toying with you until he finds something better.

The mass of people on the dance floor bars your way, trapping you in the sea of drunks and dancers. It’s freeing to be swayed with them. With the music. In the crowd, there is a type of invisibility that soothes the nerves and allows a person to be in their own little world unless they decide to acknowledge if they catch the attention of someone else. Right now, it moves your hips as the colourful lights battle the darkness of the room.

And then Gojō’s right there, suddenly conjured out of the tangle of bodies and solidified in front of you. Hands warm as they find you and guide you close to him, his nose dipping and his voice suddenly several octaves lower than it was a moment ago.

“She’s not wrong, your friend.” Teeth scrape against the shell of your ear and you want to blame that for the shiver running down the spine. “There’s only one person I want to,” he hesitates imperceptibly, “dance with.“

Already, Satoru’s guiding you along to the music, leading you through steps you didn’t know you were capable of and making your body pliant to his wishes. Again.

The world falls away, drowned by his heat and the kisses he grants you along jaw, neck, shoulders. His hands  caress your curves and pull you closer to straddle one of his thighs. You don’t mean to, but the friction against your core releases a moan and your head falls back, allowing Gojō to dip towards your chest, tugging just enough at the dress’ decolletage to let you know what he would do if he could.

A roll of his hips grinds you harder against his jeans, making your knees go weak and in turn the pressure more intense. Your skirt has rucked up high enough that it could reveal the marks Gojō left last time, but a hand has found purchase there and his fingers are pressing against the still tender flesh.

He swallows your whimper. “Too much?”

“N-no-o.” All you can do is to hold on, fingers digging into his platinum hair and curling around the lapel of his shirt. It’s a miracle the fabric hasn’t ripped yet.

“I’ve been thinking of you,” he rumbles against your skin, “how you taste, how you sound when my fingers slip inside...you’re driving me insane...”

A sliver of pride gleams inside you and your bat your lashes innocently at him. “I’ve been trying to be good, Gojō,” you pout, “I want to be good for you.”

At least the man’s out of breath too as he groans, shifting you along to the music so you can feel his hard-on against your hip. “Is that so? Hmmm.” Unseen by the crowd, he slips his hand between your legs, swiping teasingly at the soaked, silk lace. “And still...all you make me want to do all sorts of bad things.”

A pinch to your clit underlines his words and makes you shake at the intensity – he has barely touched you and you’re ready to cum right there in the middle of the dance floor. Maybe there’s a backroom? It’s impossible to tell from where you are.

“Maybe you are a bad girl, mm?” Gojō nibbles at your ear, fingers still busy beneath your skirt.

Good. Bad. You’ll be anything he wants as long as you can get more. Hips swivel of their own, helping him past the edge of your panties. Humming as he swipes the length of the slit, making sure the wetness is spread hot and shimmery wherever he touches before withdrawing the fingers and licking them clean without once breaking eye contact – you know what that tongue of his can do and he is more than happy to remind you this way.

“Sweet girl.” You taste yourself on his lips. “Not like this...be patient and it’ll be worth the wait, though.”

He grants you a last kiss just as the song ends. Then he leaves.

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It’s The Great Pumpkin, Frankie Morales- Frankie x Reader (Daycare!AU)

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I don’t know how good this is, but i thought it was cute. Happy Halloween, my loves!

Frankie and Ellie’s costumes are perfect, change my mind lmaooo

(Also I’m referencing a very specific thirst trap on tiktok with the readers costume because it’s burning into my brain forever, in a good way.)

“Are you doing anything for Halloween?” Frankie asked sheepishly, busying himself with putting Ellie in the car so you couldn’t see how nervous you were making him. 

“Nope.” You replied with a light shrug, trying to think of the last time you’d actually had Halloween plans. 

“Well,” Frankie started, ducking his head out of the car, and looking at you for the first time since he’d gained the courage to ask the question. The way the setting sun had lit up your face made him lose his breath, and his courage, for a moment. 

“You’re, uh, more than welcome to come trick or treating with Ellie and I.” He finished, all in one breath. You smiled at his quickened words, and Frankie could feel his face warming up under your gaze.

“I’d love to.” You replied, as a beautiful smile graced your perfect features. He watched as you considered something for a moment, and then spoke again. “What are you guys gonna be?” 

“Baby yoda,” Frankie answered proudly. Thinking of how goddamn cute she looked when he’d put her in the costume to try it out.“Ellie’s going to be baby yoda.” 

“And you?” You asked, quirking your brow with a little grin. 

“I bought a cheap Mandolorian helmet, I figured that would work.” He said, suddenly feeling a little self conscious at his lack of effort. 

“Perfect.” You replied, “I’ve got a Star Wars costume at home that I think still fits. It’s a date.” 

Frankie smiled like an idiot the whole ride home. He knew ‘it’s a date’ was just an expression, but the two of you had been getting closer lately; and that gave him hope. More hope than he’d honestly had in a long time. Besides, the idea of the three of you going out in matching costumes was enough to keep him smiling for weeks to come. 

---

When Saturday finally rolled around, 4 o’ clock couldn’t come soon enough. Normally Frankie’s weekends flew by, but today seemed to drag on forever. He’d cleaned the whole house, thrown up some spooky decorations, and gotten Ellie ready with some time to spare. So he took it upon himself to have a photoshoot with his little yodito. 

Frankie was finishing up taking, what he considered to be, the cutest pictures in the world when there was a knock on the door. His heart leapt into his chest when he looked at the time. 4 o’ clock on the dot. It was definitely you. He took a deep breath and collected himself before he opened the door. 

“H-hey…” He stuttered, freezing in place with a dumb look plastered onto his face. He knew you were dressing up, but he was in no way prepared for what he saw. There you stood, smiling in his doorway in black jedi robes, and black thigh high boots.The costume wasn’t skimpy, but God was it sexy. You were showing a sinful amount of the soft skin of your thighs, and the glow of the red lightsaber against your face threatened to awaken something deep within him. 

“Hi” you replied, either not noticing or completely ignoring just how taken aback Frankie was by your outfit. 

“I-I, uh, like your costume.” Frankie said, moving out of the way so you could come in. His eyes briefly wandering to the curve of your ass as you brushed by him. 

“Thanks” you replied, anxiously fiddling with the sash that draped down between your legs. 

“It was sexy Anakin Skywalker, or a Jawa.” You continued, your face scrunching up in embarrassment as you listed your options. 

“I’m glad you went with this one.” Frankie said, quickly realizing how creepy that could have sounded and rushing to further explain himself. “I’m not a huge fan of Jawas.” 

“I’m happy I made the right choice then” you smiled, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you. Though, that silence didn’t last more than a few seconds before Ellie started happy screeching. 

She’d noticed you were here from her place on the floor and crawled over to you at the speed of light. The ears of her costume flopping wildly as she went.

“Hey Ellie-Belly!” You squealed, scooping her up into your arms and covering her little face with as many kisses as she would allow. 

“Frankie, this is the CUTEST thing I have ever seen.” You gushed, playfully pinching Ellie’s cheek before nuzzling your nose against hers, making her laugh. 

“Isn’t it.” He agreed proudly, his heart swelling in his chest as he watched the way you and his daughter interacted. He’d been so worried when he first dropped Ellie off all those months ago, and now he was so glad that he had nothing to worry about. You loved her like she was your own, and Frankie couldn’t be more thankful. 

“Ready to get going, Mando?” You asked, jerking your head towards the plastic helmet that sat on the coffee table. 

“Ready, Master Skywalker.” He replied, completely unable to suppress the child-like grin growing on his face. 

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Every house you’d gone to swooned over your costumes, Ellie’s in particular. And who could blame them, she was the cutest baby either you or Frankie had ever seen. 

“Aren’t you just the sweetest family ever!” A kind older lady gushed as she placed a few candies into Ellie’s pillow case. 

“Thank you.” Frankie replied, thankful for the cover of the helmet. It hid his blush from you, and this kind stranger. 

“Have y’all been able to take a picture together yet?” She asked, her eyes happily darting between the three of you. 

“No ma’am, not yet.” He responded, looking over toward you. You looked back at him and smiled, shifting slightly to move Ellie higher up on your hip. 

“I can take one for you if you’d like,” the lady offered. Frankie looked over at you and you nodded at him, rather enthusiastically. 

“We’d love that, thank you.” Frankie answered, opening up his camera app and handing the woman his phone. 

The three of you stepped off of her porch and onto the sidewalk. Ellie dove into Frankie’s arms on the way there, she’d spent the whole night hopping between the two of you, never really sure of where she wanted to be. Frankie gladly took her and she snuggled into his chest. 

“Ready?” The lady asked, “Get in close!” 

Frankie put his free arm over your shoulders, and you wrapped your arms around his waist with your head resting perfectly on his chest. Ellie lifted up her head and made an excited squeal, clapping as the two of you hugged. 

“Perfect!” The lady exclaimed from her porch, before walking down and handing Frankie his phone. 

The two of you thanked her and headed on your way. You only made it to another few houses before Ellie started yawning. 

“I think it’s time we head back.” Frankie said, kissing the crown of his sleepy daughter's head. 

“I think so too,” you replied as Ellie started reaching her arms out towards you. Crying lightly when you didn’t take her fast enough.

Ellie fell asleep in your arms on the walk back, so you put her right in her crib when you got home. 

“You know,” you started, walking out of Ellie’s room. “It’s still pretty early, you want to watch some scary movies?” 

“Together?” Frankie asked, causing you to chuckle. 

“Yeah together, pizzas on me this time?” Your smile made Frankie weak, and he wondered for a moment how he could ever deny you. 

“Sounds good to me.” He replied, a happy warmth settling in his chest at the idea of you sticking around longer. 

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The two of you snuggled up, dangerously close, on the couch to enjoy some good pizza and bad movies. The longer the movie went on, the closer you got to him. You’d taken to hiding behind Frankie’s back, and squeezing his arms every time the music got suspenseful. At one particularly bad jump scare you’d practically jumped into his lap, your face turning red as a tomato once you’d realized what you’d done. 

When the first movie ended Frankie noticed the goosebumps on your skin, and the way you shivered when he moved away to get another slice of pizza. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, his fingers lightly brushing the cool skin of your arm to check.

“A little” you lied, trying to play off another shiver, but failing miserably. 

“I’ll get you something a little warmer.” He chuckled, heading off to his room to find you a pair of his sweatpants and a flannel. 

“I have a question,” he began when he got back, holding the clothes just out of your reach. “Why do you have a sexy Anakin costume?” 

“Don’t ask…” you groaned playfully, covering your face in embarrassment. 

“Fine,” he conceded with a laugh, tossing his warm clothes your way. “Keep your secrets.” 

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Frankie wasn’t sure what was sexier, you in the costume, or you in this clothes. He had to force himself not to stare. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but there was something about the look of his flannel on you that drove him crazy. 

The both of you settled back onto the couch and continued watching movies. Laughing at the cheesy lines, arguing about which classic killer was the scariest, and practically yelling at the tv every time the protagonist did something stupid. 

“We should do this more often,” you said almost dreamily as you smiled up at him. 

“You said that…” Frankie replied in disbelief. A near love-drunk smile playing at his lips as he looked down at you. 

“Yeah…” You nodded, smiling back at him, wider this time. Then you rested your head on his shoulder and went back to watching the movie. Frankie had to resist the urge to pinch himself, because he was sure he must be dreaming. 

Later that night, after you’d left and Frankie had gone to bed, he was scrolling through his phone. There he found the picture of the two of you with Ellie, he’d forgotten all about it. His heart skipped a beat when he finally looked at it. It was perfect. You were holding each other close, huge smiles painted on your faces as you both looked at Ellie. Who was looking back at the both of you, hands clasped together, mouth open wide, and eyes sparkling with pure joy. 

Frankie laid back in bed and closed his eyes, thinking that if this was a dream, it was a hell of a good one; and he never wanted to wake up.

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