#to wrap u up in arms stronger than yours and squeeze tight

[heartbrake-hotel]

I just want BDE to hold me; cradle me in his lap like a baby while he reads to me as I lay my head on his chest. Is that too much to ask for?

nonnie.. NONNIE.!! i wish you could hear the wistful sigh i let out reading this. i'm kicking my heels and twirling my hair about Big Daddy every chance i get 💌

just wanna curl up with him anywhere - in bed, on the couch, in the backseat of the car - wherever he is, wherever he's already comfortable, that's exactly where i wanna be.. 💓

[also i was just rambling i didn't mean for this to turn into any aCTUAL writing but.. uH 👉👈 yah sure whatever it's a blurb now ig]

wanna sneak up and slip into his lap while he's got that pretty nose of his buried in a book, disrupting his focus for only a second as he holds his book away to make room for you while you get comfy. his arms wrap securely around you once he's sure you're done moving, holding you tight, keeping your bodies flush as he reopens the paperback in his hand.

what follows is a kiss on the cheek and a murmur of sorry, didn't mean to bother you, just wanted to sit with you a little. go back to your book, and he hums a little absentmindedly in response as he keeps reading. you're pressed so close you can feel the rumble of it deep in his chest.

you busy yourself with nothing in particular, playing with the tuck in his shirt sleeve or the fringe on his jacket, occasionally running your fingers over some of your favorite parts of him: the plush swell of his belly or thighs, warm and strong underneath you; the soft slope of his shoulders, the curve of his neck, sometimes even reaching up to trace the ridge of his brow or the line of his nose. never for an extended period, just long enough for him to register and relish in the gentle touch. you wouldn't think he even noticed, too absorbed in his reading, except for how he squeezes your waist every time.

eventually, you sigh and wriggle in his arms, and he immediately drops them and clears his throat, faking that he's unaffected at the thought of you getting bored and leaving... but you're just sitting up a little higher in his lap to adjust your reach. you pout a little in discontent at the loss of his sturdy closeness so tight around you and pull his arms back where you want them. the barest hint of a smile on his face is given away only by the slight blush that colors his cheeks as he chides himself for bein' foolish, but it immediately widens to a cheshire grin as you begin running your fingers softly through his hair instead.

you don't know how much time passes like that, both of you content just to soak in the others' presence, before he speaks. wan' me to read out loud to ya, baby? his voice is quiet and sweet - not shy, per se, but like he's savoring the moment, like he worries you might get up anytime now and he wants to appreciate you here, snug and lovely in his arms, while he's still got it. you just nod in response, knowing he can feel it. he nods once, too, throat working as you watch his pillowy lips begin to form the words.

he thinks he's being surreptitious, but you're not so distracted that you don't notice how he flipped back to the very beginning of the book - a ploy to spend more time with you, but you don't mind one little bit. you hide your answering grin in his shoulder, sealed w a kiss pressed there, into the warmth of his body underneath the silky fabric of his shirt.

his voice is a little hoarse, at first, from slight disuse, but the longer he reads, the smoother it gets, the rich ebb and flow characteristic of his extensive vocal range becoming apparent. his cadence is lilting and musical in and of itself, so much so that you almost aren't listening to the words in favor of focusing on the sound.

the more he reads, the more comfortable you get, your fingers moving down to twirl in the fluffy curls at the nape of his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder. soon you find yourself sliding back down into his lap even further, to settle more firmly against the breadth of his chest. you can feel more so than hear the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat under your cheek. you've never felt so safe and loved as you do right here with him, and you know he knows it.

before long, lulled by that feeling, you find your blinks growing slower and your head growing heavier. you lost the plot of the book long ago, too distracted by his delicious closeness to keep track of the host of details, but now even the white noise of his voice is blurring in your ears as you drowse in his arms. not gonna fall asleep on me, are ya, little? he chuckles, his fond amusement audible. you grin a little but don't open your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder as you settle more firmly against him. that, mr. presley, is for me to know and you to find out. now keep reading!

anythin' you say, honey.

[appocalipse]

hello!! could u do comfort from the action list with steve pls? ty! ❤️❤️

yes ♥

[COMFORT; One childhood friend pulls the other into a hug.]

You and Steve have known each other since you were kids. You've been through everything together – scraped knees, broken hearts, everything in between. Steve's always been there for you, and you for him, an unspoken promise of loyalty that only got stronger through the years. But what Steve doesn't know is that there's a side of your feelings for him that you've kept hidden, buried deep within your heart for the sake of your friendship.

Tonight, as the two of you stroll through the fairground, the colorful lights illuminating the night sky, you can't help but feel a sense of longing. The laughter and chatter of people fill the air, blending with the nostalgic music playing in the background. The scent of cotton candy and popcorn dances in the breeze, creating an atmosphere of joy and excitement that almost dares you to say something.

Tonight is like any other night with Steve, yet it feels different. A soft breeze tousles your hair, and your gaze flickers between the twinkling lights and the ground beneath your feet. As you walk side by side, your heart pounds in your chest, the weight of unspoken words becoming almost unbearable.

Steve's infectious laughter resonates through the air, drawing the attention of those around you. He effortlessly captivates everyone with his charm and charisma, but you know a side of him that few others do. He's more than just the popular guy from Hawkins High School. He's your best friend, the one who knows all your secrets and quirks, and still accepts you unconditionally.

You find yourself stealing glances at Steve, his profile illuminated by the vibrant carnival lights. His eyes sparkle with amusement as he recounts a funny story, and you can't help but smile. He has a way of making even the simplest moments feel extraordinary.

Before you can think straight, you find yourself saying, "Steve?"

"Yeah?"

You take a deep breath, feeling the intensity of the moment. Without thinking, without analyzing the consequences, you let your heart guide your actions. In a surge of impulse, you step closer to Steve, your body moving on its own accord. And then, in an act that surprises even yourself, you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.

Steve freezes for a split second, caught off guard by your sudden display of affection. But then, his arms instinctively wrap around you, pulling you closer. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, matching the erratic rhythm of your own.

For a few moments, you both stand there, enveloped in each other's warmth. The sounds of the fairground fade into the background, and it's just the two of you, connected in a way that transcends words. It's a silent confession, an unspoken revelation of the depths of your feelings — one that you can only hope he understands.

As you hold each other, the world outside ceases to exist. The carnival lights continue to twinkle, the laughter and chatter of people continue to surround you, but in this very moment, there's only you and Steve; nothing else.

Eventually, you pull away, but your hands remain clasped together, unwilling to let go. Steve looks at you, his gaze soft and filled with a mixture of surprise and tenderness. There's a warmth in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment that something significant has shifted between you.

"Hey," he says, his voice gentle, "what was that for?"

You look up at him, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. Your voice catches in your throat as you struggle to find the right words. Steve's gentle gaze encourages you to continue, "I just…needed to hug you."

Steve's smile widens, and he squeezes your hand. "Well, anytime you need a hug, you know where to find me."

The weight of unspoken words is still heavy on your heart, but in this moment, you feel content with just holding Steve's hand and basking in the warmth of his smile. You don't know what the future holds, but for now, you're grateful for this moment, for the bond that you share with Steve, and for the love that you feel, even if it's hidden deep within your heart.

[b14augrana]

Hi, would you write a reader x Alessia Russo where reader is pregnant?

Little Ladybug

Before the biggest match of her career, the only thing Alessia needs is to see you

Alessia Russo x reader

masterlist

Warnings: fluff 💝💝, pretty short but still cute!!

A/N: yeah guys not my best fic that’s for sure x hope u enjoy anyways 😇

“Less,” you whisper-shouted, creeping into the England locker room. You peered around carefully, still a bit scared of getting caught despite knowing you had permission to be there.

You turned the corner into the wide room and saw the blonde sitting in front of her cubby, wrapping tape just below her shin guards. She looked up at the sound of your voice.

“Ella said you wanted to see me?” you added. Alessia nodded, smiling a little bit and patting the seat beside her. You sat down, and the blonde wrapped an arm around you, squeezing your shoulder gently.

The stadium was loud, and reasonably so. Alessia had been looking forward to the final for ages, but you knew how anxious she was about it at the same time. Spain was a tough team, she knew that. You didn’t know much about football, but you tried for Lessi.

“How is she?” Alessia whispered, rubbing your stomach gently.

“She’s good. I think she knows what’s happening, because she’s been kicking a bit,” you replied, laughing quietly. Alessia smiled and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up.

“I’ll see you after the match. I’m sorry I can’t stay longer, I promise I’ll make it up to you later on,” she continued, and you shook your head.

“Hey, don’t worry about it Less. I’m fine.”

You stood up as well, giving her one last smile and squeezing her hand hopefully before walking out of the locker room. You could hear her following behind you, and as you went to take your seat in the stands, your eyes scanned for your girlfriend’s presence on the pitch.

Your daughter kicked against the walls of your stomach again and you put a hand over the bump, smiling gently. Even she was excited for her mama, and you couldn’t wait to tell Lessi just that.

When the final whistle blew, you couldn’t explain how gutted you were for Alessia and the other Lionesses. They were so close, but not close enough.

You knew how much this tournament meant to Alessia. To all the Lionesses, in fact. Everyone could see just how badly they wanted it through the tears in their eyes.

You found Alessia about ten minutes later getting interviewed by reporters. Her cheeks were flushed red and tear-stained, but her sweet smile remained.

“There has to be a loser in every game. We fell short today, but it’s a learning curve. All we can do now is regroup, focus on future tournaments and come back stronger than ever when the time comes,” Alessia commented, sniffling a couple times between words, “I’m proud of myself and this team for getting this far. You know, we gave it our all but at the end of the day, they just had more to give. We did the most we could.”

You stood to the side, away from all the cameras and microphones. When Alessia walked away, she beelined to you quickly and threw her arms around you. With her head buried in the crook of your neck, you hugged her back as tight as you could.

She pulled away, her eyes still bloodshot. “I’m proud of you, Lessi,” you said, holding her face in your hands. She sniffled once more, smiling sadly but whispering a ‘thank you’ under her breath.

“Come on, let’s go grab my stuff and head back to the hotel so I can run you a bath. You and our little ladybug must be freezing,” Alessia said, rubbing your bump and wrapping an arm around your waist, walking you to the locker room.

She drove you all the way back to the hotel and almost immediately after you crossed the threshold of your hotel room, she ran to the bathroom and filled up the bathtub with warm water for you. She took a shower but made it quick so she could make the bed and lay some clothes out for you.

After the bath, you got changed and slumped into bed. Lessi was already there, fighting off exhaustion. “Go to sleep Less. You need it,” you spoke, pulling her hair out of her face.

“Okay,” she muttered. Her hand drifted down the sheets, looking for yours; her grip was gentle, she was barely holding on but still touching you.

Within minutes she was asleep, her soft breathing filling the room. You watched her with a content smile, and her hand moved up to your stomach, ghosting over the skin.

At that moment, your daughter kicked once again. The remnants of a smile played across Alessia’s face, and you could tell she felt the love from her little ladybug.

[inadaydream99]

For Forever

Seventeen Mingyu x fem reader, slight Wonwoo x reader, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, college au, slow burn

A/N - Ok this is a very long oneshot and I really did get carried away (I know I say that every time). Thoughts on a sequel/ alternative ending where the reader ends up with Wonwoo???

Synopsis: You always thought that the bond you and Mingyu shared was unbreakable. It’s survived all the challenges of adolescence so far. But what happens when feelings get in the way? Are you able to overcome all the pain you cause each other to build a stronger relationship for the future?

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes and does not represent any of the members in real life. Mentions of alcohol, drinking to suppress emotions and some explicit language. The relationships are a little toxic, always be mindful of how you treat others. Any others I’ve missed please let me know!

Meeting Mingyu was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would forever be your favourite. There was an instant connection between you, a gravity that kept pulling you towards one another instinctively; no reason as to why other than you just felt comfortable in the others presence. Your friendship has spanned from your early school years, through the teenage rebellion and into the first steps of young adulthood. You’re both sure it’s for a lifetime now and that nothing could possibly come between you to an extent that you’d lose the special bond you have.

Despite the first few years of college and figuring out how to navigate your newfound independence away from home, your close friendship with Mingyu has remained strong, with minimal turbulence in the way. Heck, your first two years of college have been pretty bliss; the freedom, the new friendships, the ability to take the next step in your life and figure out what you want for the future, to build a foundation for all of your hopes and dreams… it’s all been as exciting as it has been daunting. But with Mingyu by your side, you’ve never felt too far from safety.

You let out a deep sigh of relief as you exit the exam hall for the final time this academic year. Finally you can relax after the past eternity of studying and stressing out. It feels good to know that whatever grades you get now are no longer in your hands; although it doesn’t take away the niggling anticipation of results day.

“We’re free!” Mingyu envelops you in a back hug after rushing out of the exam hall just after you. You let out a surprised “umpf” as his strong arms wrap around your waist and seem to expel all the air from your lungs in one tight squeeze.

“Gyu! I can’t breathe!” You attempt to wriggle your way out of his hold.

Despite Mingyu’s resistance to letting you go, you eventually manage to ply his hands from you one finger at a time. The only problem being that, in the process of being so focused on getting out from his embrace, you don’t realise that his hold is the only thing keeping you up. That is, until you’ve thudded onto the sidewalk on your hands and knees.

“Sorry!” You hear Mingyu cringe.

“Dude, be more careful.” Wonwoo strolls towards you both casually, chastising Mingyu as he approaches. “I know (Y/N)’s small but she’s not a toy.”

“Ha. Ha.” Your tone drips sarcasm as you get back to your feet, no thanks to Wonwoo and his teasing of your small stature.

“Only joking.” You roll your eyes at him playfully before your attention once again gravitates back to the apologetic looking Mingyu on your other side.

“You’re just lucky I’m in a good mood.” You point towards your best friend, lightly jabbing your finger into his toned chest. The irony, Mingyu thinks. What would you be like in a bad mood?

It’s funny how he seems to shy into himself, like a small puppy does when being told off for misbehaving.

“And you.” You turn to point at Wonwoo, eyes narrowing in on him after hearing him chuckle in amusement at your reprimanding of Mingyu. Wonwoo’s laughter fall short, his eyes widening at your unexpected flip to call him out. “You’re on thin ice, mister.”

There’s a pause between you for a few seconds as your words linger in the air before you all burst into laughter together at how much of a parent you sound.

“And to think I was going to ask you to the SVT party this weekend.” Wonwoo sasses. Mingyu feels his chest tighten at Wonwoo’s flirtatious teasing towards you.

SVT is the biggest fraternity on campus, Wonwoo and Mingyu both being handsome and athletic enough to be a part of the notorious group; only the best of the best get accepted. And the SVT parties are out of this world. Everyone who is anyone attends. So Wonwoo’s insinuation to asking you out is a very big deal because to be asked out by one of the SVT members to their own frat party is practically unheard of.

“What makes you think I’d say yes?” You tilt your head, devilish smirk resting on your lips. Mingyu’s eyes dart back and forth between the direct gazes between you, seemingly having a conversation play out through looks rather than words.

“Why should I think you wouldn’t?” Wonwoo leans closer to your ear, whispering his words loudly before he smoothly begins to walk away.

“Guys!” Mingyu calls out as he watches you wordlessly follow after Wonwoo. He finally caves in and rushes to try and catch you up when he is met with silence. “The library is the other way!”

~

It’s safe to say there’s something going on between you and Wonwoo, Mingyu is sure of that much. But what hurts him the most is that you haven’t told him about it. He feels that there is more than enough mutual respect and trust in your friendship for you to be open with him about your feelings, especially if it’s for one of his SVT brothers.

“I’m being ridiculous, right?” Mingyu’s tone gives away his desperation for Joshua to agree with him.

He’d sought out Joshua the next day, wanting for someone with good sense and rationality to listen, and most importantly dispel, his worries. So when Mingyu had caught him alone in the kitchen of their frat house, he’d wasted no time in venting.

“I don’t think it’s impossible though…” Joshua trails off in thought.

Great. Just great.

“You know, I came to you for help. Not for this!” Mingyu complains, exasperatedly flailing his hands around in the air to show his frustration.

“I’m just saying.” Joshua holds his hand up in surrender. “It wouldn’t be the weirdest couple to ever happen.”

“Who wouldn’t be the weirdest couple?” Mingyu’s eyes go wide in horror as Wonwoo seems to so casually enter into the room.

He hadn’t realised Wonwoo was even awake yet, let alone going about his day. He really should have been more careful of any eavesdroppers… not an unlikely situation in SVT.

When neither Mingyu nor Joshua give a responce, Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. And it feels to Mingyu that the wide rimmed glasses Wonwoo has on seem to magnify his eyes as they stare at him in waiting.

“Well?” Wonwoo becomes impatient. The longer this silence lasts the more annoyed he becomes. “Ugh. I don’t have time for this. I’m meeting with (Y/N).” Wonwoo rolls his eyes, finally giving up on the strangeness of his friend.

“Real smooth Gyu.” Joshua chuckles as soon as Wonwoo is out of ear shot. But Mingyu doesn’t care for the jab fired at him. No, all he cares about is the fact that you’re hanging out with Wonwoo over him.

“(Y/N) told me she had a study group today.” Mingyu turns to Joshua. “You don’t think she’s hiding something from me?”

“I dunno, there is such a thing as a two person study group. Or maybe that’s their code name.” He shrugs. Damn, Mingyu really wishes he’d gone to one of the others, even if they are less likely than Joshua to take him seriously…

“Early as usual.” Wonwoo affectionately chuckles as he approaches you. You’re sat at a small rounded table in the back of the library, your head stuck in a book to occupy your waiting time.

“Late as usual.” You throw a cheeky smirk back at Wonwoo as he pulls out a chair for himself and takes a seat. “What took you so long, anyway?”

“I just got caught up in Mingyu’s strangeness. Seriously, what do you see in him?” Wonwoo lightheartedly snickers.

“I know.” You roll your eyes, playing along. “I just have a thing for the goofball.”

“Goofball!” Wonwoo repeats, finding amusement from the fairly accurate description of Mingyu. He is a goofball; loud, silly, but adorable.

“A hot goofball.” You nod, heat rushing to your face. You know you’re only messing around, and yet you’re unable to tame the affect this admission has on you.

“What about me?” Wonwoo raises a brow.

“What about you?”

“Am I a hot anything?”

“A hot mess maybe…” you ponder, avoiding eye contact as you try your best to control your expression. “Especially with your grades in econ last semester.”

“Hey!” Wonwoo cries. “You didn’t even take take that class!”

“But Jun did.”

He simply lets out a huff in response. That is the last time he tells Jun anything about his grades, the blabbermouth. But then it dawns on Wonwoo exactly how to tease you back.

“What about you and Mingyu, huh?” He smirks. “What about you blantantly trying to make him jealous all the time?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You attempt to come across unaffected by his accusations.

“Face it. You’re just as much of a hot mess as I am.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“But true.” The cockiness’s radiating from him is suffocating. “You want to make him so jealous he crumbles.”

“Pft.” You attempt to hide the truth. “What makes you think I want to make Mingyu jealous?”

“Because you’re in love with him.” Wonwoo states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And you’re not going to lie, it makes you feel extremely self conscious.

You divert your attention onto flicking the corners of the book through your fingers as a way to keep yourself grounded.

“Don’t worry,” Wonwoo has dropped the teasing now, instead sending you a friendly smile. “He’s in denial as much as you are. I can prove it.”

~

What you’re about to do feels so wrong, your whole body trembling anxiously in anticipation. The problem you have is that Wonwoo could see right through the little game you liked to play when it was just the two of you with Mingyu. Although, Wonwoo has reassured you numerous times that there’s no way Mingyu can see past the internalised jealousy he gets as a result.

“(Y/N), come cuddle.” Mingyu opens his arms inviting you in. He’s looking at you with his best puppy eyes and pout; the exact expression that has a 99.9% success rate with you whenever he wants something. But this time is that 0.01%.

You’ve barely stepped into your small apartments living room, let alone had the chance to respond to Mingyu’s request, before Wonwoo has swooped in behind you and pulled you securely into a back hug.

Mingyu’s jaw practically drops to the floor.

“She’s mine now Gyu, sorry.” Except Wonwoo’s not sorry in the slightest and the proud smirk on his face says it all.

Mingyu’s eyes dart to yours, waiting for you to gently let Wonwoo down and to come racing over to him.

“Sorry Gyu.” You sympathetically shrug.

He can’t believe what he’s just witnessed. You’ve never let anyone stand in the way of his affection before… and Mingyu is determined to never let it happen again.

He tries. He really does give it his all. But it seems over the next few days and weeks that follow that every time he thinks he’s finally one upped Wonwoo, he is beaten yet again. You’re studying in the library together and Mingyu looks up to find Wonwoo with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, listening intently as you quietly read aloud a paragraph of the book you’re studying from. You’re having a pizza night and Mingyu triumphantly returns from paying the delivery guy to find you snuggled into Wonwoo’s chest on the sofa, movie chosen and intro already playing. You’re sitting in class together and Mingyu turns to ask you a question about the topic only to find you leaning your head on Wonwoo’s shoulder, fighting to stay awake. But the final straw is when you were all finally leaving said class.

Already not in the best mood, Mingyu is struggling to fight the raising distain he is beginning to feel against Wonwoo. There’s a massive part of him that doesn’t want to feel this way about his fellow SVT brother. But he feels like he’s being replaced by him and it hurts Mingyu deeply that you could ever, even unintentionally, preference anyone over him.

Mingyu’s eyes are glued to where your fingers are intertwined with Wonwoo’s. Gosh, Mingyu wishes it was him who was holding your hand instead. It all happened so seamlessly too, Wonwoo casually brushing the back of his hand against yours a few times before his fingers daringly took their chance and threaded through yours. Walking out of class behind you both, Mingyu had a front row seat to this interaction and watching it play out made something snap inside of him.

With a loud huff, Mingyu overtakes you. From his side profile he looks furious, your eyes going wide from the fury that radiates from him.

You look up at Wonwoo.

“Let’s catch him up.” He asserts, pulling you along as he also picks up his pace.

“Mingyu!” You’re practically running in order to catch up with him now. Damn him and his extremely long legs.

“What?” He suddenly comes to a halt, so abruptly in fact that you very nearly crash into his back. He turns around to face you, his eyes setting straight onto where your hand is still held in Wonwoo’s.

“What’s going on?” Mingyu’s gaze darts up, meeting Wonwoo’s harshly. But Wonwoo isn’t one to back down, staring back with just as much venom.

You stand speechless, watching the two battle out through stares.

“Had it not occurred to you to not make a move on my best friend in front of me?”

Woah. He really said it so bluntly.

Your eyes flicker up to watch Wonwoo’s reaction, mouth slightly agape from how the intense exchange between them has quite literally sucked all the air out of your lungs.

Feeling self-conscious, you begin to wriggle your hand from Wonwoo’s. But his grip only becomes tighter.

“I didn’t realise (Y/N) was your property. Isn’t she her own person, Gyu?” Wonwoo snares, broadening his chest and baring his amused grin. He’s not intimidated in the slightest by Mingyu.

“That’s not what I meant.” Mingyu seethes through gritted teeth. It’s frightening how low his voice is, controlled but incredibly powerful.

“What did you mean then?” You quietly ask.

And suddenly Mingyu’s dominating demeanour has done a 180 degree flip. He’d practically forgotten you were there until he heard your question and the restriction in your voice sent daggers straight through his heart. With softened eyes and shrinking stature, Mingyu struggles to find the right words to explain himself.

“Just that- you’re um- you’re…” mine is what Mingyu really wants to say. But his hesitation only makes you believe that Wonwoo’s assumption was correct and Mingyu is now left fumbling over his words, trying to come up with a believable enough excuse.

“Forget it.” You whisper, tugging on Wonwoo’s hand to signify for him to let you go. And the second you’re free, you waste no time in walking away, Wonwoo shaking his head at Mingyu before catching up to you.

~

Is this what getting your heart broken feels like? If not then it’s pretty damn close. You just can’t understand how the guy that you’d spent growing up with, the very guy that has been with you through everything, could cause you so much pain.

It’s taken everything in you to not answer any of his messages, and believe me when I say Mingyu really has tried to contact you on every possible social media he knows you have. Meanwhile, Wonwoo has been having to live in the same frat house as him. He doesn’t think he’s had a moment of peace from the guy since the whole ordeal. Although, to be fair, he gets the guilt that Mingyu must be feeling.

Wonwoo hates seeing two of his most treasured friends hurting each other so much, particularly when he can see how much they truly care for one another. He just wishes he knew how to get you both to see the feelings that are so clear to him, without him getting in the middle.

But then the slow creaking of his bedroom door opening snaps Wonwoo out of his thoughts. He chuckles under his breath as Mingyu’s head peaks through the small gap, pouting eyes silently waiting for his friend’s approval to enter.

“Have you heard anything?”

“Gyu, just go and visit (Y/N) if you want to know how she’s doing.”

Wonwoo doesn’t mean to sound so harsh, but it does get very repetitive when all Mingyu seems to ask him is the same questions over and over. Mingyu nods, mumbling an apology as he begins to leave.

“Wait. I just meant,” Wonwoo sighs, stopping Mingyu from leaving him in guilt. “You’ll need to face each other at some point, so why not now?”

Damn Wonwoo and his logic. But Mingyu knows that he is right.

He’s the one that hurt you because he was jealous, so he’s the one that should extend the olive branch and make everything right again.

So later that very same day, Mingyu nervously knocks on your door, ready to do everything in his power to amend your relationship.

~

You were a little surprised to see Mingyu, of all people, stood at your door. After so long of shutting him out and blatantly ignoring him, you thought he would have gotten the message and given up. But no, here he is with that irritatingly heart melting half-smile on his lips.

“Can we talk?” He speaks up, sticking his foot in the gap of the door so you are unable to shut it in his face. Not that you were about to do that to him.

“I don’t think there’s much to say.” Your voice betrays your internal desire to put up a wall, sounding soft instead of harsh like you’d wanted to.

“Not much to say?” Mingyu repeat’s, almost speechless by the numbness of your words. “I don’t think there’s even enough words to express how sorry I am for hurting you or to describe how pointless my life seems without you in it.”

Now you’re the one that’s speechless. But Mingyu takes this as opportunity to continue.

“I never should have been so jealous over your friendship with Wonwoo.” He stares as you sincerely. “I guess I’m just not good with sharing…” he lightly smirks, breathily laughing in relief as the first signs of a smile make their way onto your face.

You know, upon reflection, that Mingyu’s possessive jealously that day was partly your fault. You were the one to agree to Wonwoo’s plan to make him jealous in the first place. And you have been feeling guilty for taking his anger to heart and then blocking him out.

You wonder if Wonwoo has come clean to him about it yet? You assume you would have heard from him if he had decided to tell Mingyu.

…and you don’t think Mingyu would be here right now if he was aware…

“So…” Mingyu trails off somewhat awkwardly. You hadn’t realised he was waiting for you to say something. “Are we good?” He raises a brow.

“We’re good.” You nod, no longer trying to hide how happy him being here has made you.

~

When you’d accepted Mingyu’s apology, he felt like he was on cloud nine; like the universe was finally on his side again. It didn’t matter what had happened in the past, because he’s got you back in his present. And his future? Well, he’s got a plan.

SVT is hosting another party in a few days to celebrate the upcoming graduation of the senior members Seungcheol, Jeonghan and Joshua. And Mingyu is going to ask you to go with him.

He’s nervous as he watches you, waiting patiently as you order your drink beside him at the counter. He takes a deep breath.

“Make that two.” He intercepts before the barrister has a chance to say the total, smiling at the young guy. “It’s on me.” Mingyu turns to you with a pleased grin, winking.

Ever since you’ve forgiven and forgotten, you’ve noticed a change in Mingyu. He seems to be a lot more forward, and dare you even say, flirtatious?

You thank him, rosey cheeks and shy smile. And once you’ve both received your drinks and found a place to sit, you fall into your regular dynamic; good conversation and great company.

“So, I know you missed the last one, but the guys are having another party Friday.” Mingyu casually directs the conversation. You’ve been sat for around twenty minutes now and he has been waiting for the right moment to come about to finally ask you.

“Oh yeah?” Your eyes light up.

“Yeah.” Mingyu smiles. “And of course, you are a guest of mine… if you want to come?”

The hopeful smile that he sends you makes your heart flip. If it was possible to be any more adorable then you’d be dammed.

“I’d love to.” You smile.

~

When you arrived to the party, you’d instantly spotted Mingyu from across the room. He was stood against the wall, drink in hand, as his eyes roaming the room. You watched as they moved around, a wide beam breaking out across his face when his gaze finally gets to yours.

You begin making your way through the sea of people, not once breaking eye contact.

“Hey.” You greet, now stood in front of him. You drink him in from head to toe. He looks incredible dressed in all black.

“Hey.” Mingyu mirrors you, also lavishing the opportunity to take you in. He’s never been so mesmerised by someone’s beauty in the way that you capture him now.

Mingyu opens his mouth to speak, but your attention is snatched away by an eruption of cheering from the other side of the room. You both look over to see some of the more intoxicated SVT members chanting while Hoshi chugs a pitcher of beer.

“This party is insane!” You turn back to Mingyu, giggling over what you’ve just witnessed.

Mingyu can’t help they way he finds your reaction so adorable. It makes his heart somersault and leaves him utterly speechless. Settling you both back into a comfortable silence, spoken through daring stares and quiet observations of each other.

It’s clear there’s something more flowing between you. But you’re unsure if Mingyu can feel it too. If he does he doesn’t say anything about it. And so you both just stand together, pretending to be just friends, when all the while, it’s obvious that you are only existing for each other.

“Do you want a drink?” Mingyu nudges your elbow with his after a few minutes. He looks a little flushed, adding “I forgot to offer when you arrived.”

“That would be great.” You giggle, nodding when he tell you to wait where you are and that he won’t be long.

~

You aren’t exactly sure how long it’s been since Mingyu left to get you a drink. All you know is that he’s been gone for a very long time and you’re beginning to wonder if he’ll ever return.

“You look like you’re having fun.” You roll your eyes at the cheeky grin outstretched on Wonwoo’s face as he approaches you, drink in hand. “Where’s Gyu?” He mutters into the rim of his cup, taking a sip.

“You tell me.” You try to laugh off the feeing of disappointment that washes over you, accepting the drunk Wonwoo offers you.

“He’s probably got caught talking to someone else on his way to you.” Wonwoo tries to reassure. You nod, taking a sip of your drink to hide the light self consciousness.

“How have you been anyway? It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.” You force a smile.

“It’s been too long.” Wonwoo agrees. “It was probably for the best though. I think we pushed Mingyu far enough, without adding to that while you two weren’t on speaking terms.”

You nod.

“By the way, did you ever tell Mingyu about our plan to make him jealous?”

You watch in confusion at Wonwoo’s alert eyes and shaking head, hoping it conveys the message for you to stop talking. Except you’re too late to catch on.

“Your what?”

You gawk, panic shooting through you the second you hear Mingyu’s voice. It’s evident by his hurt tone that Wonwoo hadn’t mentioned it.

“Gyu, I can expla-”

“No need.” Mingyu sends a harsh glare from you to Wonwoo. “I’ve heard enough.”

“What have I done.” You hide your face in your hands, unable to watch Mingyu walk away.

“He can never stay mad at you for long.” You feel Wonwoo pull you into his side in order to provide you with some comfort. But you already feel so empty, your heart rapidly sinking to the bottom of your chest as Mingyu’s hurt expression replays in your mind.

It’s not surprising to say that you didn’t want to stick around at the party for much longer, but Wonwoo seemed deeply concerned about the thought of you walking back on your own in the middle of the night. So he proceeded to spend the next half an hour trying to persuade you to crash in his room for the night instead.

After multiple attempts to escape Wonwoo’s persuading (nagging) by weaving your way through the busy parts of his frat house, you had resorted to drinking as much alcohol as possible to drown him out. It seemed like the best option at that moment. But then you’d stumbled into a random room and found Mingyu kissing someone…

You’re not sure what broke your heart more: being reminded of the pain you’ve caused him, or seeing him kissing another girl. Of course, he’s completely unaware you’ve stumbled upon his little escapade, too invested in the moment. And it doesn’t take Wonwoo long, being hot on your tail, to catch up and usher you away from the scene quickly.

If you weren’t determined to drink away your emotions before, you definitely are now.

And that’s why you wake the next morning completely disorientated and regretting your life choices. Though, you’re going to blame heartbreak for your hangover… and, somehow, Wonwoo… Just as soon as you figure out where he is.

“Wonwoo?” You timidly call. You’re met with stark silence for a few too many seconds before you almost jump out of your skin from the arm that surfaces from under the covers beside you and blindly pats around on top of the duvet.

“Shit! What are you doing?” Your hand flies up to cover your racing heart, hearing Wonwoo’s amused laughter before he pulls the covers off of him to reveal his cheeky grin.

“Sorry.” He’s definitely not sorry. And you would find some humour in this moment if it weren’t for your throbbing headache.

“What happened last night?” You wince a little.

After dragging you away from Mingyu, Wonwoo had taken you straight up to his room. You’d managed to grab a bottle of alcohol as you passed the drinks on your way. And that’s where you’d proceeded to drink and drink until you became numb. It didn’t take long for you and Wonwoo to finish the bottle you’d snagged, both of you deliriously sprawled out across his bed, laughing over nothing.

But then a lull settled in and you didn’t realise what was going on until it was already happening. Maybe it was the fact that you were both drunk, or maybe it was because Wonwoo knew how hurt you must have been after seeing Mingyu kiss someone else. All he knew for certain was that he really wanted to kiss you. You’d both been staring at each other, somewhat seriously, and slowly edging closer and closer until your faces were millimetres apart and your lips were ghosting.

He could tell you felt the same too…

You’re not sure who caved in first and connected your lips. All you know is that it felt good kissing Wonwoo in the moment. He was gentle with you and made you feel like someone still cared.

“Did we really kiss last night?” You look down at him, now sat up on his bed properly.

“Yep.” Wonwoo laughs. “You’re welcome.”

You lightly slap his chest, rolling your eyes at his cockiness.

It feels wrong to admit that he was a good kisser, and even more so to think that if an opportunity like that were to come about again then you’d happily kiss him.

“You know,” Wonwoo catches your attention, his large hands now mindlessly playing with one of yours. “You and Mingyu are really made for each other.”

“How so?” You query, unsure as to why Wonwoo feels the need to bring Mingyu up now.

“Think about it. First, he hurts you and then you make up. Then, you hurt him, and instead of trying to talk it out you both go and kiss other people.”

“Isn’t that just a little bit toxic?” You sarcastically state, trying to mask the hurt in your voice with humour.

“Maybe a little.” Wonwoo shrugs. “But I’ve seen how happy you are when you’re with each other. The feelings you share are unparalleled, you’re both just too scared to say anything.”

“Huh.” You sigh, pondering his words for a moment. “Mingyu might be a wuss, but I am definitely not.” You pout. Wonwoo has to laugh at your response. Seriously, he’s trying to make you realise what you and Mingyu have and yet you remain focused on him calling you out for being scared.

“Prove it then. Tell him how you really feel.”

~

You’re not really too sure how to begin, or where to start. But, as you internally hype yourself up to find Mingyu, you find yourself thinking that maybe Wonwoo calling you a wimp wasn’t too off the mark in the first place. It also doesn’t help that you could bump into Mingyu at any second, having stayed over at his own frat house.

You find yourself sneaking glances into each room as if you’re trying to keep hidden. Maybe it’s the bubbling anticipation you feel from all the build up, or maybe it’s because you’re scared.

Finding that the kitchen is empty, you release a shaky breath and decide that it’s safe to grab a glass of water. After all, hydration is important, especially after the amount you drank the night before.

Having visited hundreds of times before, you know exactly the cupboard where the glasses are hidden and make a beeline for it. But then you remember that they are kept on the top shelf and you’re not quite tall enough to reach, even on tippy toes. It’s too risky to go back to Wonwoo and ask him for help for two reasons: 1. He’ll know that you’ve wimped out, and 2. It means you’ll have to rush back through the rest of the house and risk bumping into Mingyu.

Instead, you heave yourself onto the counter, balancing precariously on the edge as you reach up to retrieve a glass.

“What are you doing?” The sudden voice echos, making you yelp as you lose your balance and feel yourself begin to fall. It all happens so fast, squeezing your eyes shut as you brace yourself to hit the tiled floor. But that never happens… instead you feel a pair of arms wrap tightly around you from behind, catching your weight mid air.

“Ohmygod!” You exhale in one breath, panting from the adrenaline that courses through you.

When you finally open your eyes to see who had saved you, you feel your heart leap out of your chest.

“What you just tried to do was so dangerous (Y/N).” His tone is gruff, serious as he stares at you coldly. You feel pain course through you, nausea raising rapidly. But you don’t have time to respond before Mingyu has helped you back onto your feet and moved you out of his hold.

It’s cold without his warm embrace and the trembling of your shaky legs and goosebumps raising up your arms doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

Normally Mingyu would never let you out of his hold when something like this happens, which is surprisingly more often that you’d think because you’ve always been very clumsy. Instead he’d keep you firmly tucked into the safety of his warm chest, dipping his head down to whisper affectionate words of comfort into the crown of your head as you tuck your face into him.

It takes everything in him to not do that right now.

“Mingyu?” Your timid voice calls out to his back as he begins to walk away.

The concern that clouds his eyes as he looks over his shoulder at you makes you almost forget how to breathe. It feels like daggers piercing right through your heart.

“Thank you.” You manage to mumble. Mingyu sends a nod your way before leaving. All he knows is that he needs to get some fresh air as soon as possible.

~

Sitting on the cold stone steps in the back yard, Mingyu’s face falls into his hands. He’s glad he was able to save you from physical pain. But that doesn’t mean that the emotional pain was any easier to take, especially when he had held you so close.

His mind drifts back to the night before. When he left you to go get drinks, he’d sent you a wide smile and told you to wait for him. He then sped to the kitchen to get you a drink, but because he was in such a rush to get to you, he’d bumped into Jun on his way, spilling your drink over his friend.

That’s what had taken him so long, so by the time he was done cleaning up and getting ranted at by Jun, he found you stood with Wonwoo. Initially, he was happy you had found some company, and he also couldn’t hide the infatuated beam that broke out on his face from finally being able to spend time with you.

But then he overheard your question to Wonwoo and everything was ruined. He felt so betrayed…

Don’t get Mingyu wrong, it’s not like you’ve done the worst thing in the world. But, somehow, it hurt his feelings more than he thought it would. And that’s when he got in his head about you. Was he just some game to you? Someone you could wind up and mess with his emotions? It made him act out, seeking some form of distraction - which happened to come about in the form of the first girl that made a flirtatious advance toward him. He’s not proud of himself.

All he wanted to do was have some space from you. But the universe can’t even grant him a day. No. You had to stay over at his frat house. It had to be him that walked into the kitchen seconds before you were about to fall off the counter. It had to be him that wanted to hold you in his arms and never let you go.

“Can we talk?”

It had to be you that followed him outside…

Mingyu lifts his head away from his palms. He doesn’t want to say yes, but he also can’t bare the thought of pushing you away again.

“Gyu, you literally just saved me from getting hurt but you still won’t talk to me.” You sit by his side, peering around as you try to get him to look at you.

“Maybe that’s because I don’t want to have to be the hero for you to see me.” He mumbles so quietly you aren’t able to hear his words.

“Huh?” You lean into him further.

“I said, maybe it’s because I don’t want to be around you.”

The coldness in his stare makes you freeze. You can’t believe this is really your best friend sat beside you. It looks like him, but it definitely doesn’t sound like him. And, with the way he dealt with everything last night, it feels like he’s changed. You’ve never felt so distant from him, and he’s sat right beside you.

You look away after a moment, choosing to focus on your feet instead. You know you were in the wrong to try and make him jealous, but that doesn’t mean that you’re not hurting as much as he is.

“I got my hopes up.” Your hoarse voice speaks up after a minute of silence, watery eyes threatening to overspill.

“About what?” Mingyu asks.

“About you actually loving me back.” You find enough courage to finally look at him again.

Mingyu is a little shocked at how vulnerable you look. And despite him previously questioning your motives in how you truly feel, he can tell by the way you’re looking at him, without a doubt, that you’re being completely honest.

Just as you are about to get up, you feel his hand clutch onto your wrist, using his strength to keep you sat beside him.

“How could I not love you?” He pulls you into his chest, arms moving to snake around your waist to hug you close. “Everyone can see that I’m head over heals, stupidly in love with you.” Mingyu whispers into the crown of your head before placing a tender kiss there.

“Even when you’re mad at me?” Your question comes out muffled by his chest, making Mingyu laugh.

“Even when I’m mad a you.” Mingyu confirms, releasing his hold so you are able to look up at him. The way he smiles down at you is heart melting.

“What about the girl you were kissing last night?”

There’s a little hesitancy in your voice. But you can’t get the image out of your head, no matter how hard you try.

And it seems that Mingyu is equally as hesitant to answer, taken aback by the confusion that overtakes him. How did you know about that?

“I’m not proud of myself for it, I just wanted a distraction.” He sighs.

“I understand.” You softly smile. “I kissed Wonwoo last night too. And it’s funny, this morning he told me that we’re made for each other, me and you.” You laugh thinking back to that moment.

“He did?” Mingyu’s confusion makes his brows furrow. Why would Wonwoo say that after he had kissed you?

“Yeah, something about how we keep finding ways to hurt each other but there’s this connection that always draws us back.”

There’s no need for any further explanation, Mingyu understands exactly what Wonwoo means. It’s like, no matter how hard you might push the other away, there’s this unspoken promise between you, a force beyond your abilities to control, that gravitates you.

You don’t realise how close your faces have gotten until Mingyu breaks you out of your daze.

“I guess we really are made for each other.” He whispers, wasting no more time in colliding your lips with his.

You’re not sure how to describe the feelings that rush through you. It wasn’t like a first kiss because you knew each other way too well for that. But it definitely wasn’t like a last kiss because this was only the beginning. To put it simply, it was a kiss you spend your whole life waiting for.

You pull away breathless, gasping for air from the weight of it all.

With your foreheads resting together, you can see the pleased smirk on Mingyu’s face, his hand taking hold of the one you’d used to clutch onto his t-shirt while you were kissing and lifting it away enough for him to thread his fingers in between yours.

“We’re for forever you know.” He whispers, your eyes fluttering shut as he leans in and brushes his lips against yours.

“For forever.” You mutter back as Mingyu captures your lips in another slow kiss.

~ Epilogue ~

“I see you’ve finally confessed.” Wonwoo smiles, nodding towards where you and Mingyu are holding hands.

You chuckle affectionally towards him, watching as he seems to so casually lean against the kitchen counter, lifting the mug in his hands up to his lips slowly.

“Yeah, and I have a bone to pick with you.” Mingyu playfully points towards Wonwoo, who withholds from taking a sip of his drink in favour of raising an inquisitive brow in Mingyu’s direction.

“Don’t ever kiss my girlfriend again.”

You turn to look at Mingyu in surprise, heat creeping up the back of your neck when you see the cocky smirk resting on his face.

He turns his gaze onto you when he feels your stare.

“So I’m your girlfriend now?” You tease, tilting your head to one side.

The embarrassment that replaces Mingyu’s previously boasting stature is too adorable for words. Instead, you lean into his side, your free hand clutching onto his arm as you stand on your tippy toes to press a peck to his cheek before whispering into his ear:

“I really like the sound of that.”

[silversatoru]

hands

sukuna x f!reader

a/n: remember that thirst i posted the other night about sukunas fingernails? u bet i wrote a quick fic about it. i am not sorry

synopsis: an exploratory study on the intricacies of what sukuna could do with those goddamn hands of his 

tags/warnings: 18+, pain kink, scratching, mentions of blood, biting, bruising, hitting, blindfolding, restraints, overstimulation, monster fucking, dom sukuna, very soft aftercare sukuna (<3)

word count: 1.8k

One of Sukuna’s long, sharp nails traced down your body, from your neck to your toes and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He placed his talon on your neck for the second time, trailing it down your body again but pressing a little harder this time. Shivers quaked through your body as he left a puffy red line down your skin. He ran his finger over your exposed clit, a sharp bolt of pain and electricity shooting through your veins. 

Sukuna had you completely at his disposal, hands secured tightly behind your back and eyes covered by a thick blindfold. He loved to see you shiver under his touch — quake and twitch as he gave you nothing but the bare minimum. 

You felt the bed shift as he straddled himself over you and leaned down, his breath hot against your neck. His long, warm tongue left a streak of sticky saliva up your neck, and then he blew cold air on the wet skin, sending more quivers through your body. 

“Look at you baby, looking like such a pretty slut for me,” He cooed between licks, the praise coaxing a few soft moans from your lips. 

His tongue disappeared and was quickly replaced by pointed teeth and soft nibbles. Your body gushed with pleasure as you felt a second and third mouth nipping and lapping from Sukuna’s hands at your torso. His ability to duplicate his body parts wherever he wanted gave him terrible amounts of power in situations like this. 

You could barely handle the tripled stimulation, your head growing foggy with desire and your mouth filled with strangled moans. A resounding whimper leapt from your throat as the mouths got more aggressive, dotting your skin with discolored marks. They nibbled and gnawed on every inch of you, squeezing down to give the occasional bite, which sent you spiraling. The sharp pains felt indescribable, every single sting absolutely electrifying. A mixture of pain and pleasure crawled over your skin as he continued to cover your body in imperfections.

“It’s pitiful how quickly you come undone for me, princess,” The words dripped off his tongue like thick honey. 

Your clit twitched at his words, but you refused to be embarrassed or ashamed by how pitiful you looked right now — not when he was making you feel this good.

Not being able to see or resist his actions made them all the more exhilarating, your heart pounding as he sat up. Your skin felt cold and empty without his tongues keeping you warm, and goosebumps trailed up your arms as the anticipation of what he would do next grew greater. 

The mouth that belonged to his face connected with yours, and one of his hands clasped over your cunt — a mouth for each pair of lips. Quivering whimpers and raspy whines spilled from your throat into his, the tongue from his hand working fervently on your aching entrance. The pleasure was almost intolerable as the second mouth engulfed your cunt, it’s tongue swirling small circles around the swollen nub. Your body began to tremble underneath him, your toes curling and legs shaking. 

Two extra arms boiled their way out of sukuna’s body, each lurching foward and grasping a handful of your breasts. He kneaded and massaged them in the roughest way, his nails leaving small scratches as he worked. Two of his fingers grasped each of your nipples, twisting and rubbing them with incredible force — your body twitching and teeth clenching together. Between the rough kisses, nipple simulation, and hot tongue that was eating away at your cunt, you thought you just might combust. Your body was incredibly overstimulated, trembles rolling under your skin over and over.

Eventually his tongue slowed, leaving lazy licks up and down your cunt now. The antagonizingly slow pace made your skin crawl, frustration building inside of you. Your hips rolled out of desperation, you needed more of him so badly — but this just earned a rough a slap to the side of your torso. His motion left a large, red hand mark in its place, your skin aching and tingling as your eyes rolled back into your head from complete bliss.

Sukuna sucked in a sharp breath, it was impossible to punish you like this, ecstasy surging through you every time he inflicted pain on your body. But it was also what made you so perfect for each other, your ability to handle whatever he wished to do to you. Regardless, he’d need to find other means of punishment, like restricting you until the last second — not letting your pretty little cunt come until you completely deserved it.

His second mouth shot its tongue deep inside your entrance, curling and lapping at your hot cavern. A warm feeling began to boil in your stomach, your climax inching closer and closer from the wonderful feeling. Throaty groans ripped through your teeth, your back arching and legs growing stiff as you trembled right on the cusp. Just as you thought you might fall over the edge, the hand disconnected from your aching clit — strings of curse words and echoes of Sukuna’s name flying from your lips. 

“Not yet, baby,” he purred, “You know it’s not that easy. You need to make me feel good before you get to come”. 

You gave him a desperate nod, the need for his cock growing increasingly more intense as he left you laying untouched. You whispered a strangled combination of “yes”, “please”, and various curse words, bucking your hips forward. 

“Look at you, so fucking eager for me,” His voice was almost a snarl now, “Open those pretty legs”. 

You wordlessly obliged, pulling your legs wider and stretching yourself for the ravenous curse. A deep, throaty groan rippled out of his mouth at the pretty sight of you, his own needs growing stronger than his desire to keep you waiting. 

He wrapped his thick fingers around his now exposed shaft, giving it a few lazy pumps as he stared down at your quivering body — your hands still pulling on your knees and stretching yourself open in the most beautiful way. He was aching to stuff himself inside of you, to fill you up and feel you squirm under his grasp. After a few more strokes up his girthy length he positioned himself in front of you, pressing his swollen tip into your clit. Your body jerked and twitched from the feeling, an evil smile stretching across his face at the sight. 

“Maybe I should make you wait a little longer,” He teased, moving his inflamed head up and down the entrance to your cunt. 

A small “no” was all you could manage, your lips trembling as you spoke — but it was perfect. Your fragile state and utter helplessness was exactly the motivation he needed to thrust himself into you without warning. A suffocated scream lurched from your throat, a horrible pain filling your stomach as you struggled to adjust to his monsterous size. 

He grasped your waist with an incredible force, his talons sinking into your skin and drawing blood. The small crescent-shaped cuts from his nails felt like tiny flames igniting on your skin, sending endorphins bursting through your brain. Between the pleasure derived from that pain and your body becoming accustomed to his member you were caught up in absolute bliss — your head spinning and your vision growing cloudy.

Sukuna let out a raspy, feral growl, his pace almost too much for you to handle. “You take me so well, pretty girl,” He mumbled, scratching one of his hands down the front of your chest.

His nails left more red lines down your fragile skin, small droplets of blood leaking down your torso. The continued overstimulation of burning pain and forceful pleasure was enough to brim your eyes with tears, choked sobs beginning to force their way out of your throat. His two extra hands were still working on your breasts too, the lumps aching and smeared with blood from the small wounds he continued to inflict.

His occasional praises were the only thing that kept you sane, your heart doing small backflips every time he used such endearing names for you. The scale between calling you princess and then lacerating your skin and railing you into oblivion somehow balanced itself perfectly in your mind. 

A tight, warm knot began to churn itself in your core, and you began to move in sync with Sukuna’s body. You were so desperate to reach your climax and coat his member in your fluids — you’d been deprived of this for much too long now. 

You were incredibly lucky that Sukuna pitied you as much as he did, because the curse didn’t really have a breaking point. Honestly, he’d fuck you straight through the night if you’d let him, but he tries to limit himself to accommodate to your poor, human body. 

He can tell you’re close now, whispering encouragement and coaxing sweet moans to fall from your lips. When he finally tells you to come, giving you the permission you so frantically needed, you let yourself completely unravel. You melted into a mess of whimpers, moans, and trembles — waves of euphoria surging through your body. Your tight walls became impossibly tighter, squeezing his aching cock and pushing him to his climax just a few moments after yours. He thrusted hard into your shuddering legs, pumping you full of his liquids and snarling strings of curses and praises into your ear. 

The two of you collapsed into a messy heap of contentment, your skin tainted with mixtures of blood, sweat, and semen. After a few minutes to compose himself, Sukuna scooped you into his arms and carried you to the bathroom. He was so incredibly gentle with his aftercare, but you never pointed it out because he got terribly insecure when you did. He hated admitting that he felt more than just lust for such a worthless human like yourself.

“You did so good, princess,” He cooed, holding you tight to his chest.

He untied your arms and removed the blindfold from your face, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. He sat you down in the bathtub and turned on the warm water, using a soft washcloth to gently scrub the various liquids from your skin. Once you were clean and dry he even rubbed some ointment over each of your cuts, not wanting them to get inflamed or infected. 

After making up for the damage he did to your frail body, he effortlessly lifted you back up and carried you back to bed. The two of you laid in silence while he played with your hair, softly scratching and massaging your scalp with the same nails that had done such serious damage earlier. They were much more soothing now, the soft sensation helping you to drift closer to sleep while you laid curled in his arms.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

hi!^^ im kind of new here in tumblr and I'm still learning how to use this app, i hope this is the correct way of requesting :))

um can i please request a Fuegoleon domestic fic with his pregnant wife or s/o, cuddling with him and taking care of the pregnant s/o ( im not sure if ure taking requests but feel free to ignore if ure not!! thank u!!<33

Helloo~!

Apologies for taking my sweet time with this ^^; But I got a bit carried away and made a few headcanons in the beginning, based on which I wrote your fic. And honestly, this was so cute! It was a pleasure to write ^_^ I do hope that you like it!

Pairing: Fuegoleon Vermillion x f!reader

Genre: fluff

Fic type: HCs + drabble

Fuegoleon is the type to plan having kids, and it’s not something that he starts thinking right out of the blue. It’s something that has been in the back of his mind for years on end. As in, he has seen practices and things that he knows he wants to implement into his life once he has children. He’s making a little (long) mental list of parenting advice, and other pieces of information that he sees beneficial.

So, once it’s confirmed that you are indeed pregnant, he’s well prepared in terms of knowledge. And in addition, he’s so excited. You’d see his eyes light up, and his lips tug up so wide, as wide as possible.

He’d give you a warm hug right away, but would be mindful about not squeezing too tight. Because he doesn’t want to do anything to compromise the baby’s health.

Also, you’d be in store for a flurry of information being poured down to you. Which you could take as him speaking more to himself than to you.

But there’d be a lot of comfort on having him by your side, because there’d always be at least 4 different solutions to any problem you might have. And whatever would come your way, you’d survive anything that came your way.

When the baby bump becomes visible, he’s constantly there, by your side, wanting to feel the baby kicking. And at nights he’s pressing his head to your tummy to listen, if he could hear the baby’s heartbeat while cooing to them softly.

He might (will) get a kick in the face a few times, but he doesn’t mind it. Instead, he’d conclude that the baby is strong and healthy. Essentially, the more the kick hurts, the stronger the baby is becoming.

Of course, you’d give loving scolding to your unborn child, but he’d simply chuckle to the action.

And, even if he gets hot easily, while cuddling with you, he’d cuddle you a lot throughout the entire pregnancy. It comes with the cooing, petting your tummy, and listening to the baby’s heartbeat.

A small scenario to go with the headcanons:

You were lying in bed, under the soft covers, sinking into the mattress under you; feeling like you were floating on a cloud. Which was a welcomed change to feeling heavy from walking around, feeling your feet trying to sink into the floor, but being unable to do so. Instead, you were left dragging your feet, as if blocks of lead.

But, right there and then, you were light. You were wrapped in cotton, cradled in warmth, as you laid there, with your eyes closed. You took a deep breath, and let your head sink into the pillow as you concentrated on the movements of the baby inside of you.

There was a small nudge to you, which made your lips tug up into a smile. It was as if they were greeting you, giving you a “hey mom”. They were already trying to get to know you, and you could barely contain the excitement of meeting your child for the first time.

Quite frankly, the idea of holding them in your arms for the first time made butterflies swirl in your stomach, planting kisses onto the child, even if there was a flutter of nervousness tangling together with the anticipation. All the questions that bubbled to surface made a tension form into your chest, starting from pondering if you’d be a good mother. What if they didn’t like you after all? You hadn’t properly met yet, so there was no way of telling if they’d like you. So… what if they… hated you..? What if they-

“Hey…” spoke a low, calm tone of voice that flowed through the air, as if an embrace that collected all your racing thoughts, quieting them down. And the voice you recognized to be that of your husband’s, that of Fuegoleon. “How are you?” He asked as the bed shifted under you as he sat down onto the edge of the bed, stroking your hair with his fingers.

His flames caressed you, as if looking to envelope you into their loving embrace. And yet, it felt like warm water running over you, soft and pleasant, one that washed away the uneasy tension that had tried to build a nest in your chest.

“Well…” you hesitated, wondering if you should speak out your apprehensions. Suddenly they just felt so ridiculous. Asking yourself if your unborn child would hate you. It felt silly. Of course, every parent, or most parents… some other parents must have wondered about the exact same thing, and … it was a just worry. Of course, you wanted to be loved by your own child. Of course you did. But, the idea of speaking that worry out… it felt silly.

His smile gathered a veil of melancholy as he kicked off his shoes and climbed into the bed with you, pushing the covers to the side as he did so. The cool air tried to take a hold of you, but as he wrapped the covers over you both, before pulling you into his embrace, all of it was pushed aside. All of it was pushed aside, by his loving embrace.

He pressed your head against his chest allowing you to listen to his heartbeat. It was strong, and sturdy, just like he was.

“I love you so much,” he spoke, his words dripping onto you like honey. “Both of you,” he continued as his hand made its way onto your tummy, caressing it. “My flame and my blaze…” he continued, his hold of you tightening as he whispered the words, the nicknames out. “You’ll be a wonderful mother…” he continued before placing a tender kiss onto your forehead.

Your lips tugged into a smile as tears of joy started collecting behind your eyes. “And you’ll be a wonderful father,” you whispered back.

“I sure hope so,” he smiled to you while running his palm up and down your tummy slowly, adoringly.

There was a kick, directed at his hand, smacking it off of your tummy.

“Hey!” You scolded at your stomach. “Don’t kick dad like that…”

He let out a faint chuckle, while pulling you closer. “I think they’re just jealous… They want you all to themselves. And suppose that I can’t blame them,” he smirked before placing another kiss onto your temple.

And with that kiss, embrace, the gentle swaying of the life inside of you, you felt all your worries and uncertainties melting away. Surely your child would love you. They were already loving you, wanting you to be there, all to themselves. So, perhaps your worry would be introducing Fuego, their father, to them. But. You were certain that they’d grow to love their father as well. Surely, they would. Because their father was a good person. And he loved you both with all that he was.

[aenaxes]

PANSLALSOKAAOOSKWOAMSNA CONGRATS ON 200 BESTIE!! YOU DESERVE ALL THE LOVE, SUPPORT, AND EVEN MORE!! YOU ARE SO TALENTED NOT ONLY WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING BUT ALSO YOUR ART TOO!!! If you wouldn't mind, I would like to request a sfw to nsfw with Hardcase? The song that makes me thing of him every damm time, I have no clue why, is Ribs by Lorde. For pronouns would be she/her and if you would like to know, I'm about 5'2" with blue eyes, mid back length half dyed hair, the colors I have dyed my hair are purple, blue, and pink!! Even if you don't do this, just know that I wouldn't mind and I'm always happy with seeing you write whatever you want because you are so talented and keep me very well fed 😌🤲💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

we'll make it (divine)

[hardcase x f!reader] loving hardcase is something akin to falling in love all over again and again every time he knocks on your door and pulls you into his arms.

warnings: nsfw, outdoor sex, mushy gooey feelings

w/c: 3.0k

a/n: sage my darling 🥺 ily bb mwah <3 i'm going to be completely honest writing this made me fall so so so much more in love with hardcase (bless u for that)

event details here! requests will be open until july 4th!

“Hey!” Hardcase greets you with that very specific sort of glee only he knows, breathless and bright-eyed as your door slides open.

The durasteel parts to reveal him and a shiny keyring lifted eye-level to the blue ink arcing over his temple. The sparse assortment of bronze and silver speeder keys jangle against a polished leather keyfob as he shakes his fist with boyish, giddy joy. It’s one that, you might add, isn’t exactly fitting of Hardcase’s rough-and-tumble style—ergo, keys that don’t belong to him—and one that begets a few questions as you raise a pointed brow in his direction.

Hardcase only grins wider.

But before you can ask if those are—and they definitely are—the keys to Jesse’s planetside speeder, Hardcase shoots his other hand forward and wiggles his fingers between yours, tugging you into the glare of the fluorescent hallway lights and squeezing snug.

“Don’t have much time,” he nods earnestly. “You ready to go?”

“Go where?” you laugh as he stuffs the keys into the pocket of his bomber, tearing his attention away from you if only to shoot a hasty glance over his shoulder. But you’re stepping forwards anyways, crowding up against his side as your door slides shut behind you.

“Out, duh,” Hardcase says with a scrunch of his nose, the telltale twitch of his left cheek that you immediately recognize as a silent, animated, ‘isn’t it obvious?’ He punctuates his response with a quick squeeze over your hand, and his smile grows wider when you tip your head back and laugh.

“How much of a head start do you have on him?”

“I have about a hallway lead,” he says, sheepish if not for the excitement in his voice. “C’mon! He’ll beat my ass if we don’t get moving!”

You might not exactly know what’s going on, because for all the spontaneous and oftentimes questionable visits from Hardcase that you’ve come to expect as part of your regular routine, Hardcase carried with him some mischievous ingenuity to surprise you each and every time. But you can’t help but mirror the contagious delight in his grin as you squeeze his hand and take off behind him.

And it’s the natural thing to do, the ebb and flow of alternating surprises: Hardcase poking into your room well past lights out with Tup’s holo and a bootlegged movie, and you meeting him with two glasses of single malt whiskey before both promptly gagging on your first sips. It had always been like that ever since you had, quite literally, knocked heads with Hardcase in the corridors of your first jedi cruiser assignment, running a bit too fast a bit too far.

A bit of carefree joy, a bit of light, you think as you run past a loose group of shinies, the squeak of your boots blending with your stifled giggling. And when Hardcase turns his head to check if you’re still there (as if he’s not squeezing your hand tight), you see him as he is, a sturdy piton to keep your hold against war’s steep shear.

“Hurry, hurry!” he laughs as you run through the open blast doors. His voice rises above the motions of the hangar bay like the sweetest song, hoarse and free.

You open your mouth to say something along the lines of ‘I’m trying!’ but your mouth fills with the cool air of the Ansion night, sweet with the fragrance of grass, organic and good over the labored exhaust of the base. And instead of words, laughter, bright and loud, bubbles from your chest.

As soon as you’re entering the hangar bay, you already find yourself at its opposite end. Hardcase’s fingertips dig firm into the soft curve of your waist as he hurriedly but no less gently lifts you off your feet and onto the back of Jesse’s bike. With one final look over his shoulder, Hardcase clambers on after you, jamming the keys into ignition and revving the engine to life.

The low thrum of the bike drowns out Jesse’s muted yelling from across the landing as you peel away from the bay. But above Jesse’s fading shouts, above the rumble of eight durasteel cylinders underneath you, all you can hear is Hardcase’s whoops of pure joy when you wrap your arms tight around his waist and press your ear behind his beating heart.

The recycled hangar bay air gives way to something earthy and warm. You breathe deep, even with the speeder ramped up as fast as you think it could possibly go, and your lungs fill with the fading ghosts of sunlight and Hardcase’s cologne as you squeeze your arms around him and imagine the floodlights of the base blinking out behind you.

It’s only when the bike beneath you sputters to a halt and the roar of the engine gives way to the broad silence, curling over the hilltop on the rich and cool midnight winds, that you turn your head and see Hardcase without the giddy thrill of impromptu adventure.

Hardcase hops off the speeder, wobbling once on his feet with a breathless laugh as he hits solid ground. You watch from your perch on the back of the bike as he dusts off his jeans and shoves the keys into the pocket of his GAR bomber. It’s the one that fits one size too small, pulling at the edges of his shoulders as he rises to his full stature under the glow of twin moons.

But when Hardcase turns around to face you, all wind-kissed cheeks and rosy glow that reaches his eyes, the playful tease dies on your tongue.

“Your hair’s a mess,” he says softly as he tilts his head to the side to flash you a smile. He saunters forwards, eyes gleaming with starlight, and finds home between your thighs with a sigh you almost lose to the rising wind.

He shrugs off his bomber, his face scrunching up in the way that makes you both laugh when his arm catches on the tight pull of leather, and he sweeps it behind you to set it snug over your shoulders. And when you’re snug under his jacket, he lifts his hands to your temples, fingertips ghosting over your skin as he gently pushes your tousled hair behind your ears.

You let your eyelids flutter shut, relishing in the careful touch you know he only reserves for you, nothing like the playful roughhousing and loving shoves he exchanges in the barracks. It’s a slow deliberation, callused fingertips tracing over your scalp, sending shivers down your spine as he strokes from your hairline and arcs over the crown of your head, fingertips giving way to his warm palm cupping at the apex of your neck.

And it doesn’t take wide eyes to know that when his motions stutter to a pause, when you hear him inhale through his nose, that he’s watching you with that unnameable warmth: the one that settles deep and wide in his dark eyes, fingertips hovering just close enough over your skin that you feel the heat radiating across that small breadth between you, wondering how he got so lucky, reveling in how he got so lucky.

You know the feeling. (You feel the same.)

You open your eyes, and Hardcase is there. He is there, bathed in the endless starscape above, but all he can see is you, reflected back at you in fond eyes you commit to memory each and every time.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Hardcase whispers. He lifts one hand to rub over the back of his neck and brings the other flush over the curve of your knee with the boyish shyness of twinkling eyes and starstruck joy that had roped you into his gravity the first time he’d stumbled into your path.

“You’d better be,” you snort, tugging his jacket close to your collar as he shifts his palm higher. There is playfulness, just a flash, but it soon gives way to something warm and low in your belly.

The small, slow movements of his thumb over your thigh strike a warmth that chases the midnight wind’s cold, spreading in thrumming waves over your chest. It emboldens you like a neat shot of whiskey, thrown back at once, swallowed down with raucous laughter, the noise and the lights faded away under the open sky, warm, warm, warm, and you reach up to curl your fingers over the hand at his neck, pulling him close.

You lean forwards, touching your brow to his, and just before you slide your eyes shut, you catch the look in his deep brown eyes. It reminds you of the first time you bore witness to the ghostly blue lights of a hyperspace jump, entranced in honest wonder as he stands between your thighs.

Because it’s you. It’s you, it’s you, it’s you—a warm and bright place to call home. It’s always been you. And Hardcase melts into your touch as you brush close.

“‘cause I think I’m in love with you, too.”

He laughs, and it’s a new sound in the night. It’s not quite relief, nor is it that exuberant glee from your sprint down the base halls. When you think back on it, it was understanding, your secret for two.

“I love you,” Hardcase says again, stronger, convicted, something closer to an earnest prayer than words alone as he looks up at you and greets you with the galaxy bright in his eyes. Not a soldier, not one of millions, just him; firm muscle between your thighs, breaths ghosting over your collar, fingertips pressing warmth into your ribs as he snakes his palms under your shirt and pulls you close.

Just yours.

You’re not sure who kisses who first, too full of a rapturous swell that blooms through your chest. But it doesn’t really matter. Not when Hardcase’s lips curl close against yours, wind-chapped and dry but so, so warm as he presses his fingertips into the skin of your back and pulls you close against him.

When his kiss is broken by the cold air, bitter in comparison to his touch, you let a whimper roll from your tongue. Brief as the interruption may be, it’s an interruption all the same.

Hardcase humors you with a quick peck to the corner of your mouth. But he’s quick to make up for that split second of lost time as he throws his leg over the side of the bike, his knees knocking against yours as he takes a seat before you. In his lovestruck daze, he sweeps his arms wide, letting that brief moment of giddy glee pass over his cheeks before he brings his hands over your waist and gently tugs onto his lap.

“Isn’t this Jesse’s bike?” you sigh dreamily when Hardcase thumbs over the crease of your thighs and noses up against the edge of your jaw, sending want snaking up your spine.

“He doesn’t need to know,” Hardcase says with a noise somewhere between dismissal and apathy as he shrugs and rolls his eyes.

“Oh, gross,” and you stick out your tongue as if you aren’t already aching at the thought of straddling his lap and letting him stretch you open under the starscape above.

Hardcase simply shrugs and brings his hand to his chin to offer you his best glamour face in return.

You make quick work of your slacks, kicking them off to the side while Hardcase fumbles with his fly. It’s awkward, if only by the fact that you’re balanced atop each other on the delicate wobble of the hover generator, elbows bumped close in a gentle fumbling that’s simply too genuine to be embarrassing anymore. You’ve done this too many times, shoved up in dark closets and hidden spaces of cruiser corridors, never truly satiated, never having taken your fill.

It’s not awkward—just endearing, you decide as you shift your hips forward and feel the blunt head of his cock dip up between your thighs.

As you sink down onto his lap, the speeder wobbles beneath you, and you fling your arms around him with a half-squeal half-moan, dropping down onto his cock in one smooth movement that sends a shudder through you both.

There is some solace in knowing that if the bike did tip over, that Hardcase would go down with you, his arms tight around your waist as he nuzzles into your chest and laughs. Commitment, you think as your heart bangs up against your ribs, a bit silly and very much dangerous, but commitment that warms you to your core.

“It’s all you, baby,” Hardcase whispers as you finally peel yourself away from him and lean back just enough to catch a full view of his face.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it. How could you? How could you assign to the mundane the sweet ease of trust sloped over his brow as he looks up at you like you’re the only thing in the midnight sky, the only thing in his universe?

“Lazyass,” you snort, and he laughs.

But clever quips and snarky remarks are forgotten for the night when you carefully lift your hips, knees quivering over the hard press of the bike, and rock back down onto his lap.

Hardcase fills you in the way only he can, toeing that fine line between easy comfort and the satisfying burn of being split open and squeezed breathless.

You sink down with a whimpering gasp, toes curling when you feel him buck up into the soft spot inside you that whites out your vision. Choking on your own moan, you let your head drop down onto his shoulder, already rendered boneless and pliant around him. You fist tight into the soft fabric of his shirt, cunt spasming around him, and you hold tighter when his hips jerk up again.

“I got you, baby. I got you,” Hardcase mumbles into your shoulder, trailing his lips to the base of your neck and kissing sweet. His arms squeeze around your waist once and anchor you close. And he is there, curled everywhere around you, holding you close as the wind rises broad and far between the grassy plains and the universe overhead.

Where else could you ever want to be?

You want to laugh when you remember Hardcase leaving the pace to you as you feel his palms knead into your hips. But it comes out as a soft sigh when he hefts you halfway off his cock and fucks you down onto him again. All you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and hold as he starts a steady pace.

You won’t last long like this—neither of you will, not when you’re bared to the open sky and yet the closest you’ve ever felt to each other in a long while.

Hardcase breaks your dreamy longing with an uneven jerk of his hips. He’s close, and like muscle memory, he immediately drags one hand over the curve of your thigh to find the soft skin where you part around him. But you’re quick to react to him, grabbing his wrist as you sink down onto him with a soft moan.

“Already feels good,” you gasp, meeting him through the blurry haze of the tears dotting your lashes. You can just make out his wide eyes, and you choke out an unsteady laugh. “Hold me, ‘Case. Just hold me.”

“Okay, yeah,” Hardcase babbles, holding you flush on his lap and coaxing a soft sob from your lips. He brings his arms around your ribs, nestling his cheek against your chest, right above your beating heart. “Anything for you, baby.”

And that’s all it takes.

You come with a whimpering cry, and pleasure, luxuriant and warm, floods through your core as you bow forward and clutch tight to Hardcase’s neck.

It’s too much but only in the best of ways. Hardcase gives you little time to breathe, shedding the last dregs of restraint to press you down hard onto his lap and fuck as deep as he can go. Feeling your own high, Hardcase takes his fill and bends you to his pleasure, fucking into you for himself. And you swear you feel it in your throat as he lifts you up to the blunt ridge of his tip and brings you back down all at once.

“I love you,” Hardcase chants, breathy and low as he spills into your pulsing cunt. Your soft moans twine with his own as a second orgasm shocks through you, pulled over the edge again by his words alone. “I love you, I love you.” And he crushes his lips against yours and swallows your honeyed confessions with his tongue.

You feel him come down from his high with you. Your breathing blends as one until you’re gasping softly against each other, having long since parted and pressed your heads close, brow-to-brow, nose-to-nose. You vaguely remember it meaning something to the good brothers of the GAR, and while you can’t quite place a finger on what it was, all you know right now is that it’s closeness beyond physicality alone. And you feel Hardcase’s breaths level out and fan over the sweat on your collar, all you find yourself able to do is press even closer.

And when the ringing in your ears subsides, when you no longer feel your chests heaving against each other, you slowly open your eyes and find Hardcase already there, dopey-eyed and blinking slowly as he meets your gaze.

“Hey,” you whisper, drawing back.

The wind rises again, cool and sharp as it curls and eddies around you.

“Hey,” he replies. Gingerly, immersed in the sudden stillness, Hardcase lifts his hand from your back and brings his knuckles to your cheek to brush soft over the sweat and bliss over your skin.

“I love you,” you say, and the words curl over your tongue, shy and true all at once, like it’s the first time all over again.

“Yeah?”

You can’t mistake the spark that alights over Hardcase’s eyes as anything but breathless joy, genuine and raw and perfect because no matter how many times you said it, the simple power remained. The vastness of a night sky, stars exploding to life, with no clear centre but him and his soft smile that puts the moonlight to shame.

You love him.

You do.

“Good,” he grins. “‘Cause I love you, too.”

[halcyonstorm]

@levihan-drabbles
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë, Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë Additional Tags: Jealousy, LeviHan Drabble Week, Choking, Praise Kink, Explicit Sexual Content, Anniversary, Switching, Smut, I haven’t written smut in a long time please bear with me Series: Part 7 of Short Fics Summary: He keeps staring at Hange. Hange doesn’t notice. Levi does. Hange and Levi were out on a date for their one year anniversary on a beautiful Saturday night. They sat outside in a fancy restaurant. Small fairy lights wrapped around the perimeter of the property. A pianist was playing a song in the main lobby, softly making its way to the outside area where the couple was dining. Everything was going swell, until Levi happened to look to his right. When he did so, he saw a man staring at his girlfriend. At first, he thought his eyes were deceiving him. It wasn’t until Hange had stood up to go to the bathroom when he noticed this man gawking at her, looking her up and down. She looked absolutely ravishing; she wore a beautiful, silk, ruby red dress with a slit exposing her right leg that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her matching red heels accentuated her toned quads and calves. He knew she wasn’t one to dress up, but her extra efforts didn’t go unnoticed. Levi almost got hard just looking at her for the first time that evening. Levi decided to take matters into his own hands. He left his jacket at their table and started walking over to the man. This man was definitely taller than Levi with a broad chest and slick blonde hair. “Are you eyeing my girl?” Levi sneered, his eyes piercing through the blonde man. “So what if I am? With you being so short and all, do you have the goods to compensate? Is that why she’s with you? I’m just thinking about all the ways I can please her that you can’t.” the blonde replied, his hearty voice chuckling. Levi discreetly kneed the man in his crotch, causing him to buckle over, his head at Levi’s height. “Oh, you wish. I’ll make sure I fuck her in ways you can’t even imagine with your pea-sized brain. Have a good fucking evening.” Levi saw his girlfriend approaching him so he gave her a small smile and they interlocked arms. As they walked away, Levi flipped off the blonde man. Levi went to the table to grab his jacket before they left the restaurant. “Levi, thank you for everything. Happy one year,” Hange said softly. Her voice was sweet and seductive. “No need to thank me, four-eyes. Happy one year.” “I can’t believe you still call me that.” “You still wear glasses, don’t you?” Hange laughed at his comment, her laugh almost taking his breath away. When they got to Levi’s car, he opened the door for her. She nodded her head before getting inside. Levi shut the door, ran around, and got in the driver’s seat. “Levi, you look so handsome tonight,” she said, admiring her boyfriend. “God, I am so lucky.” He visibly smiled at her. Hange knew he didn’t smile very frequently, so she always savored the moment whenever she got the privilege. As Levi drove them home, he started to become insecure. Maybe he wasn’t enough for Hange. Maybe he couldn’t please her. Maybe he was lacking in different areas that she wouldn’t say. He didn’t understand why he let that man get to him; he decided it was because he was staring at his girl. He was broken out of his trance when Hange placed her hand on his inner upper thigh. The warmth of her hand sent blood rushing to his dick instantaneously. She secretly loved the power she held over him. He moaned ever so softly when she did this, and she noticed. “Hange,” he said sternly. “I need to focus.” He didn’t want to be persuasive though. “We’re on our street, silly.” He parked the car, trying not to look too eager as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. He already had his keys in his hands once they entered the apartment building. Getting to his room, he quickly unlocked the door, allowing Hange to enter first. She quickly kicked off her shoes, as did Levi once he shut and locked the door. “Hange, you-“ Her hands were already untying his tie as she passionately kissed him. His hands were placed at her waist, feeling the silk fabric beneath his fingertips. He squeezed slightly, feeling the soft skin of her belly underneath. They didn’t break the kiss as they entered the bedroom. Levi was already unbuttoning his top. She pushed him onto the bed with a slightly forceful shove. It turned Levi on instantly. He loved when she pushed him around. He felt his face flush as he became flustered. She knelt on the bed, crawling towards him. He got a revealing view of her boobs and cleavage. He reached out to touch her right one, squeezing it. It felt soft, too soft. “No bra tonight,” Hange mentioned, winking as she straddled him. Levi let out an overwhelmed sigh. He cupped it, squeezing firmly again. He loved how soft they felt in his hands. How they were small but perfectly so, fitting in his hands. They slightly overfilled his hands which he loved. His other hand slid up her smooth, freshly shaven thigh. “No panties either?” he asked, kissing and nipping her collarbone. “Why don’t you find out?” she teased, wrapping her hand around his neck, choking him. The sensation of her hand on his neck made his dick throb harder underneath her. She giggled. “You like that?” she asked, starting to kiss her way down his neck to his muscular chest and abdomen, not giving him a chance to check if she was bare underneath. She brushed her fingertips over his abs. She felt extremely lucky. “Yes,” he moaned, starting to unbuckle his belt. He melted whenever she touched him; He needed her. One of the straps of Hange’s dress was hanging off her shoulder. Levi did the honors of pulling the dress down to her stomach, exposing her round breasts. The sight made Levi sit up on his knees, pushing her onto her back. He kissed her lips sloppily before beginning to suck on her nipple. The feeling caused Hange to start throbbing too, aching for him. He choked her as he kissed and bit his way down to her throbbing, soaked region. He enjoyed how she got so confident when touching him, but once he lays a hand on her, she is a horny mess. He pulled the dress off her torso, leaving her bare. She was, in fact, wearing a black, lacy thong. He began to kiss over where her clit was, warming the area. It caused her to squirm underneath him. “Levi… fuck!” she moaned. “Please touch me.” “I am touching you,” he retorted, licking the inside of her thighs. His warm, wet tongue caused her to shiver, her legs opening wider. He moved her thong to the side, exposing her pussy. He could see her clit and opening throb. I did this to her, he thought. I guess I’ve still got it. “Y-you know what I mean,” she panted, pulling her panties off entirely, Hange’s legs pressed together in the air to do so. He respectfully pulled her thighs apart, gripping the inside of each, soft thigh. He put his tongue on her clit, drawing small circles. He attempted to write his name in cursive with his tongue. Her moans sounded like one from a goddess. His fingers almost slipped into her opening since she was so wet. “Why are you so wet?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “It’s your fault, Levi. Now, clean me u-“ She didn’t even need to finish speaking before he shoved two fingers inside her, still working his magic on her clit. She was moaning louder now, on the verge of screaming. “Fuck, Levi. Fuck!” she exclaimed, her back arching. “I need you inside me now.” Say no more, Levi thought. He instantly stopped, pulling his boxers down. His dick popped up and out of his underwear, already dripping. He was going to push it inside her when she placed both her hands on it, pumping at a fast and consistent pace. The sight of her drive him fucking crazy: her legs spread in the air as she jerked him off, her blushed and sweaty face, her sexy body underneath him, her tits jiggling with each pump of his dick. He let out moans of pleasure, which encouraged her to grip him stronger. “Get off me,” he commanded, pulling her legs closer to him. She let go, allowing him to put his dick inside her. As he entered, her name slipped out of his mouth. It was so soft, tight, and warm, he was almost sent to the edge. He grabbed her waist, slowly but consistently thrusting his long throbbing dick into her pussy. Each thrust allowed a moan to escape each of their lips. Levi mentally flipped off the blonde man at the restaurant. “You like it, baby?” He asked, starting to pick up the pace. “Yes… yes… yes,” She answered. Her eyes rolled back, causing Levi to put his hand around her throat. She was his. He felt himself getting close, and with some damn good will-power, he took his dick out. He kissed her passionately, teasing her opening. “God, you’re so fucking good to me,” She panted, sitting up. “Let me ride you. Let me thank you.” She whispered this in his ear, sending chills down his entire body. She placed her hand on his chest, pushing him supine into the bed. She crawled on top of him, straddling but facing him. He took a moment to admire her body. Her round breasts, her slightly curved waist, the skin growing wider on her hips when she straddled him. She grabbed his dick from behind, slowly easing down on it. She placed her hands firmly on his strong chest, beginning to grind her hips forward and back, and up and down. He was getting close. Whenever she rode him, just seeing her in and of itself made him horny. Whenever he jerked off alone, this is what he thought about every single time. She looked so hot when she rode him, it couldn’t be helped. The sound of the skin slapping together and each of their moans filled the room. “I’m all fucking yours, Levi!” She exclaimed, starting to pick up her pace. He placed his hand around her neck, pulling her face towards him. “I don’t think I heard you correctly,” Levi whispered in her ear, her body shaking on top of his. “Who are you talking about?” He began to thrust his hips upward, thrusting into her. He needed just a little more convincing “You…” She panted. He pounded harder and harder, causing her to moan louder. “Yours, Levi! I love you. I’m all fucking yours!” She continued to chant this a few more times before Levi placed his fingers to her clit, pressing a bit and rubbing in a circular motion. She opened her mouth to speak, but only cries came out. Suddenly, Levi felt her pussy contract around his dick, warming to an extreme. When he looked at her beautiful, pleasured face and her round, perky breasts and as she orgasmed on his dick, he came too. “Fuck, Hange,” he exhaled, filling her up. She slowly rocked her hips forward and back as he came inside her. Her body fell atop of his, her head next to his. Both of them were panting loud. She slowly sat up and got off his dick. She lay next to her lover. “Oh my fucking God,” She sighed, looking at Levi. She admired his side profile for a moment. His beautiful slightly-turned-up nose; his pink, swollen, wet lips; his messy raven hair. “What got into you?” He took a deep breath before responding. “Well, if you let me finish my sentence earlier, I was going to tell you how beautiful you looked.” “Would you prefer it if I didn’t interrupt?” “No.” Hange chuckled softly, interlocking their fingers. “You know at the restaurant I saw you. Right?” Hange asked, looking at Levi again. He furrowed his brows, then his face relaxed. “Oh.” He realized she did just appear as he kneed that bastard in the crotch. He huffed. “Did you get jealous?” She asked. “…No. Of course not.” Hange kissed his shoulder, knowing the opposite was true. “I just wanted to remind you of how much I love you. How no one else can have you.” Hange chuckled, using her elbow to prop herself up to look at him head on. She placed her hand on his cheek, their eyes fixed on one another’s. “I love you, too. If you need me to prove it to you, just say the word.”

[kashimos-hajime]

I crawl into ur askbox. I leave u brat taming carillo w the prompts “bite your lip once more, i dare you” + “come on. i want the neighbours to hear you scream” What do u do

ALOS. Once more. I love u and congrats on 4k!!!!!!! 🥶😈❄️💖

i scream at the gods, “I AM HORNEEEEEE!!!@!@!@!” they do not answer. i write 1.2k of smut.

HI MAAM you are braVE FOR REQUESTING THIS TO ME OF ALL PEOPLE AND I KINDA wanted to continue so badly but um LKMASDKLNASD THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FREND, I LOVE YOU!!!

warning: NSFW LMAOOO (18+), choking, mentions of edging, overstim, marking, subtle sir kink, sub/dom elements, girl you just getting your brains FUCKED OUT 

some translations (correct me if im wrong please!!):

tengo una cita=i have a date mi alma=my soul corazón=heart hermosa=beautiful

“Bite your lip once more, I dare you.” + “Come on. I want the neighbours to hear you scream.” 

Your eyes roll back into your head as a hand wraps around your throat, a ragged, starved mouth claiming yours once more as hips jerk against your own, skin to skin, heat on heat. Everything is burning and you can’t even see as he tears himself away from you, pulling you away from the edge that you’re so wound up on. A coil tightens and you just want to be free. To just fall apart but no. No, you don’t deserve that today. 

Not when he’s been railing you, teasing you with his fingers, fucking you and eating you out, for the past two fucking hours and has no intention on stopping. 

“I had plans and I just thought you were tired.”

“Tired?” Carrillo squeezes your neck gently and leans down. “‘Tengo una cita’ was your excuse not to come home with me?” he growls into your ear “Try that again the next time you want to play coy, and see what happens.” He grabs hold of your hair, fists it tight and yanks it back, exposing your neck and your mouth opens in a gasp as he sucks a mark right underneath your ear, smirking. “Come for me, corazón. I want the neighbours to hear you scream.” 

He bites at your jaw, your neck, mark you until you’re shown as his for days before he noses his way back up to your panting mouth. Another sharp thrust sends a jolt of euphoria and your eyes flutter shut as he grabs your jaw. 

“It was true, sir,” you manage to snipe at him. “He was young, handsome, tall. He liked me, senōr…” He squeezes your face, a warning, and brushes a thumb over your swollen lip, eyes scanning your face. Your tongue teases the pad of this thumb as his hips still against yours and an impatient moan escapes your lips. Your hands trace the swell of his chest, the bulging biceps of his arms, and there is raw power thrumming underneath his skin, golden and hazy in the barely lit room. His thumb pushes into your mouth and you wrap around it diligently but he simply shakes his head, disgusted, ripping his hand away before you can coax him deeper with your tongue.

“Using men to make me jealous is below you. We both know you only want one thing.” His other hand on your hip angles and he sinks himself to the hilt once again, your over-sensitized walls tight around him and he snarls against your cheek, moving his hand back to your throat as he thrusts into you. Eyes slipping shut, your mouth falls open shamelessly.

“Horacio.” His name slips from your lips, your chest heaving and his dark gaze snaps to yours, filled with lust and one of your hands cradles his face as his pace increases until wave after wave of bliss begins to overwhelm you once again. Thighs clenching, you feel them begin to slip against the sweat-slick skin of his waist but he reaches down with the hand on your hip, keeping you steady. Your muscles are melted and you thrash your head to the side, biting your lip and trying to stifle the groan begging to rip free but an index finger gently nudging your jaw warns you. Clutching onto the bed sheets, you try to remember how to breathe.

“Bite your lip once more, I dare you,” he whispers huskily, open mouth panting against your jaw. Your hip jolts with his next thrust and he hits the spot that has you keening, clenching so hard you think you might scream as he lets out a harsh, gritted groan against your jaw. “Shit. Fuck, are you close already? Again? You feel—so tight.“

“I am, mi amor. I’m close. I’m so close,“ you breathe, nonsense ramblings spilling out of your chest. “Please, please, I’m so close. Don’t stop—no! No, please don’t stop.” Your fingers fly to his arms, sink into his skin and your stomach clenches. Dragging himself through your slick, Carrillo grunts and hips snap against yours again, jackhammering until you reach that precipice once more and he knows you so well that he can tell when you can take one more deadly push, when you can’t. You haven’t cum in what you feel like has been days as he lowers your leg back to the mattress, reaches down with his free hand to press a thumb agains your clit and your vision nearly blacks out as your arch up against him, head digging into the mattress, his name torn out of your throat in a wail.

But you don’t cum.

No, he knows your body more intimately than you do. He knows all he has to do is just command you to, and you will.

But he doesn’t.

His unforgiving pace slows and you let out a furious groan of frustration, turning your head to look at him, wanting to sob, and you catch his grin as he soothes your ravaged lip with a finger, a gentle teasing touch.

“Ah, now I am your lover?” he murmurs severely, their noses just barely brushing, raising his eyes to regard your face with pupils blown wide enough to swallow his irises. “What happened to having a date tonight, hermosa? Someone stronger, taller, more handsome. Younger.” You squeeze your thighs weakly, muscles gummy, scowling at him in retaliation as you try to get yourself to the finish line but then his hand leaves your clit, he pushes with one huge hand down on your navel and keeps you still with the sheer force of his command alone. 

The waves recede—your stomach stops cramping, and you can start catching your breath again long enough for the disappointment to settle in.

And when he doesn’t budge, merely looms over you, you know you’re fucked. He lifts the hand from your abdomen, settles it by your head, holds himself up. His bicep glistens and you swallow at the sheer force in that arm alone. 

Your hands find his face and you cradle him in your palms, just… looking at him. Soaking him in.

Jesus, he’s so handsome. The air smells of sex, his cologne, your perfume, their sweat and their love, and in the light that’s made edges go blurry, you’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.

“You should know by now I want no other man besides the Colonel of the Search Bloc.” Your thumbs brush over his cheeks and he lifts his hand from your throat to hold onto your wrist. He kisses your pulsepoint, eyes sliding shut. “No other man I’ve met can fuck me half as well.”

His grip on your wrist tightens. 

Your free hand goes to his neck to pull him down just as you raise your head, and their lips barely brush as you whisper, “Now, fuck me, Colonel Carrillo. Or I’ll find someone who will.”

He slams your wrist to the bed. A raw, dark desire lingers in his eyes as he kisses you gently, an incinerating heat hiding behind the last piece of tenderness you will get for the night.

The neighbours hear more than your screams well into the morning. 

Carrillo, you believe, has never slept better.

.

Your two favourite DEA agents visit Medellín that next afternoon while you’re visiting the office, dropping off coffee for Carrillo.

“Late night?” Peña laughs when your buttoned-to-the-collar shirt slips to reveal a peek of a completely bruised collarbone and neck, marked every inch. 

Murphy’s more concerned by the fact that you can’t walk straight without your face screwing up.

Carrillo hides a smirk behind his newly delivered coffee.

You wonder if they’ll ever connect the days the Colonel’s in a good mood to the days you look like someone dragged you to aphrodisiac hell and back.

Probably won’t, but they’ve surprised you before.

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[the-wintershade]

trust me (always)

pairing: sam wilson x f!reader  summary: it’s hard for you to trust anyone, especially people you get close to. you and Sam share a bond, a trust on the battlefield, but the Sam you see when you get back is different. however, things are changing and maybe the two Sam’s aren’t so different after all. wc: 3.4k+ genre: a little angst, some fluff, confusion, protectiveness, reader can’t see things as clearly as Stephen Strange, that’s for sure.

He held you as if you were something ancient, endowed with power but still delicate enough to require a special touch, a touch that recognized the silent strength within its bones.

It was reassuring. 

You clutched onto him that much tighter despite the blood racing against your hand. You would have been more concerned if it weren’t for the fact that you were miles above the ground grasping against his chest for dear life.

Your legs tensed against his waist as you buried your head further against his neck. One of his arms stayed securely wrapped around you as he glided through the clouds, navigating through the smoke and clouds, wrapping the two of you in an invisible mist.

“Hey,” He breathlessly whispered against your cheek. “You good?” 

You nodded, keeping your eyes squeezed tight. 

A fear of heights never made any of this any better for you. You could barely accept the idea that you were up as high as you are.

Sam grunted a bit as he pushed both of you faster through the atmosphere. His suit whined a little in the strain of having only one wing to guide you but still held firm. Tony knew what he was doing with the upgrades.

“I’ve got you.” The words felt reassuring, but you didn’t bother to drop your death grip on his neck. “I’ve got you. I’m not letting you go.” 

You weren’t sure who he was trying to assuage more: you or him.

You cracked your eyes open for a second, just as he swerved slightly to avoid a heavy pocket of air, and saw the swirls of white and grey. Adrenaline shot through you, fresh and hot, but you kept your muscles locked. You wouldn’t squeeze him to suffocation, not up here where there’s nothing to catch you if you fell.

You squoze your eyes shut again, waiting till seconds felt like hours.

“We’re here.” He abruptly pulled up before gently lowering you two to the ground. He kept you tucked against his body, kneeling on the hard earth as his other arm circled around you. 

For a second, for just a moment, you were pressed so tight in his embrace that you were sure that his fear of losing you was just as real as your fear of having to let him go.

Then the moment was over and he was crumbling into fits of laughter, his default face of charms and smiles came back. Good old Sam.

Just like before, like basic training and initiation, running side missions with Sam and Bucky, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. He was always your guy, always there to get you if something went wrong, always coming to your aide if you called him, he was always around. Always smiling, always teasing.

And he knew you had him to.

If he needed anything, recon, an infiltration team, a scout or just a man on the inside, you were there. You were good.

And that’s why, even when everything was falling apart around you, you waited, you closed your eyes, and you trusted him to catch you as you jumped out of the building.

There he was. Just like always.

“That was insane.” His teeth shinned at you, dazzling you into silence just like so many times before. He watched your face freeze, distracted in nostalgia, and his own brightness dimmed slightly, his teeth receding like the slow crawl of the tide working its way back into the ocean. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He stood up and you slowly unwrapped your arms from around him, finally noticing the vermillion streaking down your forearm.

You felt Sam tense for just a moment, his gleeful mask dissolving for just a second, before leading your charge inside the building. He moved fast despite the fact that you only landed seconds ago.

You, on the other hand, felt disoriented, and stumbled your way forward. It wasn’t the blood loss, or the dizziness from flight. It was something much deeper. Something that had everything to do with him.

Everything to do with the feelings that never went away but you always ignored.

You tried to brush aside the sucking void that appeared in your chest at the easy dismissal of his previous display, but it kept pulling at you, making you feel hollow in the middle.

It hurt. But you don’t need to admit that.

Just keep it in. Just keep it all contained until this is all over and then your void can devour anything it wants.

He led you through all the twists and turns before coming to stop at the medbay. Dr. Strange was in your path almost immediately after Sam hit the button. He’d been on special call for anyone hurt within the facility. 

Plus, you and the doctor had become good friends over the years. He taught you basic first aid and you were able to teach him about philosophy, ways to help him see the world and better himself.

It was an exchange of information, but not deceitful, not in exchange for money or for self-gain. It was equal and the company was always nice.

“Hello, (name).” Good to see you again,” He softly smiled in your direction. You forced your eyes to crinkle with the same amount of enthusiasm.

“Always a pleasure, Dr. Strange.” Your voice was calm, lovely even, as you responded. It betrayed none of the subtle agony you felt, nor the pain at the throbbing in your arm. It made your confidence strengthen and the void die down just a little.

He stepped over to you slowly, reaching out to take a look at your arm. “Debris in the arm?”

“Sam managed to pull me out before the building collapsed.” You spared a cautious glance in his direction, careful to manage the sucking pull of his eyes and the void within you. His stare was dark and...upset (out of character for him), before it immediately became ambivalent, balancing on the edge of nonchalance and subtle amusement.

It would have given you whiplash if you hadn’t been trying to keep your face as neutral as possible.

“Lucky girl,” Stephen smirked at you while gently tugging on your arm and pulling you along into the examination room. He looked past you, right to Sam.“I’ll take good care of her, promise.” 

Your heart lept for a second. 

Stephan looked down at you and winked before glancing back at Sam. “Do what you have to do. I gotta get back anyway.” His voice sounded cheerful, but the develivry of the response held something deeper, something more hidden and protective. He paused for a moment and the silence made you turn in his direction. His gaze was warm and gentle, but if you closely, just beyond it, there was a wall of steel. “I’ll be back.”

You heard his receding footsteps before Stephen closed the door.

“What was that about?” You sat up on the table as Stephen began examining your arm, working around the blood and dirt.

He scoffed. “We’ve talked about this before, (name).” He poured alcohol over your wound and a hiss left your mouth involuntarily. He pressed a towel against the exposed skin and waited for the bubbling to stop before moving on. “He would have stayed here if I hadn’t said you were okay.”

Why?

You were talking about the same Sam, weren’t you? The Sam who was a massive flirt, who couldn’t be tied down to anyone? Sam, who was always so carefree and flirty, who didn’t have to time for anyone else in his life? That Sam?

Or the other Sam? Reliable Sam. Dependable Sam. The Sam who always had your back.

Because that Sam only existed during battle, when everything was going left and the trust you needed to put in each other was stronger than his need to be witty. 

But the Sam that came back was always different. It always stung a little. The Sam you came back with would go out and forget about you. 

And you couldn’t forget about him.

The void grew bigger.

“We can’t be talking about the same person.” Your tone was grounded in defeat. You’d already fought this battle with yourself, you knew what your decision was.

“Oh,” He grinned. “But we are.”

You shook your head. “You got this all wrong. He doesn’t care that much. He saved me, that’s his job after all. That’s what we do during missions, that’s who we are. When we get back it’s always different.”

“If he was just saving you, why do you think he brought you here?” Stephan’s hands were fast as he wrapped up your arm. You’d been so distracted talking about Sam that you hadn’t noticed when he’d removed the glass from your arm. “He would have put you on the street if you were just another citizen, if it were just another mission.”

“Right,” You rolled your eyes before Stephen set your arm down. “Like that actually means anything. I’m an agent; it’s only right that I’m here.” Everyone was pretty much gone anyway. It makes sense he brought you here.

“Oh?” He smirked as he turned to put the supplies away. “You and Sam were pretty close when he brought you in. Almost glued to the hip.” The first aid kit shut with a loud click. The next sentence makes you question if he’s been watching your interactions properly. He’s done it before, “for research” he claims. “He watches you a lot. If he’s not physically close to you, his staring more than makes up for it.”

“Dr., don’t say all of this to make me feel better. I know when I’m not really wanted. He’s just being good ol’ Sam. It doesn’t really mean anything.”

“Are you saying this because you truly don’t believe that he cares or that you don’t think that anyone could possibly care about you like this?” His stare is deep and hard. He’s not upset necessarily, but he’s frustrated and you know better than to lie to him.

“To be honest,” you sigh and massage your fingers, aching from holding onto Sam’s suit, aching from not being able to hold onto him. “I’m not sure anymore.”

And if your sad eyes gives him any pause, Stephen pushes through it. He comes over and squeezes your hand. 

“Listen kid, lord knows that I’m not good at any of this stuff.” He places the back of his hand against your cheek, a soft tap of affection. “But I do know that you deserve to be happy. Allow yourself that much.”

Your throat hurts from trying to push back the heartbreaking agony in his words, but you manage to nod, touching his hand gently in return.

The void still threatens to suck you in, but it doesn’t feel as indomitable as it did before.

…

“Where’d you go?” Bucky grunts through the radio as he knocks out his assailant, watching Sam come gliding down out of the sky.

“I had to grab someone.” He mentions in passing as he sets down on the ground. He pulls out his own gun and puts down a few more guards. 

He catches Bucky’s smirk from out of the corner of his eye. His own gaze darkens and he’s unable to check the deep warning in his tone before the words come out. “Don’t say anything.”

“Wasn’t going to, flighty.” 

“Call me flighty one more time and I’ll throw you off the bridge.”

He chuckles before swinging around Sam’s side and shooting another enemy with their gun aimed at Sam. 

Sam pauses for a second, shooting two quick glances over in Bucky’s direction. 

“Thank me later.” Bucky smirked at him with a spark and charm that Sam would have usually given him. Sam clamps his jaw down to avoid saying anything. “I’m sure a special someone would appreciate it.”

“When we get through this, remind me to never give you rides anywhere ever again.”

“Oh no,” he said in fake seriousness. “Who am I gonna call now?”

“Shut up.” Sam said stiffly, thinking briefly to you and Stephen’s knowing assurance. How many people knew how he felt? He didn’t even know how he felt. He didn’t know why your call over the radio made him as nervous as he felt or why he’d abandoned Bucky suddenly. 

He just knew he needed to get to you.

Just like all those times before. He needed to be there. He needed you to know that you could trust him, with anything. Just like the confidence and trust that you’d given him.

You hadn’t sounded frightened — no — you sounded reserved. And reserved scared him a lot more than frightened did.

And so he was there, just before you were sucked down into the collapsing building.

Now, he just wanted to get out of this so he could get back to you. Surprisingly, although the thought scared him more than he wanted to admit — it’d been a while since Sam was willing to really settle in one place — he just wanted to get out of the field for just a moment, just to know you were safe before he moved on.

Even then, moving on wasn’t going to be easy. He didn’t let himself think hard about that.

Sam shook his head slightly before getting back into focus. He still had a job to do.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, harrowing with laser focus as a plan formulated in his mind. “I’m pushing that building, there’s still people inside. Can you keep the sky clear? I really don’t want to be hit by shells while I’m moving people.”

“On it.” Sam jetted off into the sky, eyes peeled, ready to shoot down anything that would stand in the way.

…

Sam tried to keep his pace at a normal speed, but failed. 

Bucky noticed. 

They exited the quinjet back at base and Bucky picked up his pace to match Sam’s quicker clip. “I’ll debrief. You do what you need to do.”

Sam didn’t really care what he said.

Bucky knew better than to demand a response. He was always like this when it came to you.

Sam made it to the medbay and he paused for a moment, expecting you to be there resting at least. When you were nowhere to be found, Sam swallowed down his rising anxiety.

He moved around the corner, looking for someone around to ask where you’d gone. When he’d seen the red cape, he knew he’d found exactly who he was looking for. 

“Sam,” He greeted, sitting and pouring over a text. “I trust that everything went well.”

“Something like that.” He compromised in response. “Where’d (name) go? Is she alright?”

Stephen nodded absentmindedly. “She’s fine, just needed a few stitches and a bandage. The last time I talked to her, she went out.”

“Out?” Sam worked to school his face into a neutral state despite the rising anxiety bubbling up in his core. He wasn’t overjoyed at the idea of you going out by yourself, especially after just sustaining an injury. “Where?”

“I’m not sure, Sam. But I assure you, she’s more than capable of taking care of herself. She just probably needs a break. Thinking you might die in a crumbling building isn’t something you just bounce back from.” Sam processed the information and slowed down, searching for an answer, a rational explanation of going after you.

Dr. Strange sighed before giving up this as a solution. “I’d wait. She’ll be back soon.”

Sam nodded, unable to come up with anything that would vindicate him from further suspicion. But just like how he’d almost promised you that he’d return, he’d be patient until you came back.

“Shawarma?” Stephen held out a paper towel. Sam looked cautiously, not sure if he really trusted what he was offering. He looked at him with a guarded expression before removing a glove and grabbing it out of his hand. 

“Thanks,” Sam said, still in the middle of deciding whether he should eat it or not. “I guess.”

…

You waltzed back to the compound at the call of Stephen who rang you while you were out getting coffee. He’d sounded amused despite the seriousness of his words. 

You didn’t bother rushing back to the office.

Whatever Stephen had going on, he could wait another thirty minutes as you made the walk back up the forested street back to the compound. Your wrap served as a constant marker of what happened, how your life was almost ripped from your clutches. You tried to ignore it now, but the white of the wrap consistently caught your attention.

You huffed in frustration as you worked back to the medbay. What in the world could be wrong now? You didn’t really want to relive the experience of nearly crying in his examination room.

You needed time to absorb it all.

“Stephen, what’s going on?” 

You came to a stop behind his chair. Stephen only turned slightly to look at you. “Sam’s waiting for you.”

“Sam?” You scoffed and sipped your coffee. “Like he’d come looking for me. He’s got a debrief, not to mention plenty of other things to do in the meantime.”

“Well, he came here looking for you. Thought you might want to know.”

Disappointingly, you did kind of want to know. You pretended to be annoyed, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y his location in the driest voice you could possibly muster. 

When she directed you to his rooms, you pushed down the jolt of surprise and kept your expression neutral as you turned out the examination room and down the hallway.

…

“Sam?” You knocked gently on the door, the anxiousness you felt earlier steadily rising as you waited outside. Maybe coffee wasn’t the smartest idea. “It’s (name). Stephen said you were looking for me.”

You took a few deep breaths, nearly resting your forehead against the door. Your nerves were jittering now, climbing to a fever pitch.

When Sam swung the door open, you nearly fell straight into him. You straightened as quickly as you could, clearing your throat and swallowing abruptly.

“Hi.” You said, meeker than usual.

Sam’s eyes glowed for a second before he found his usual charm, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. “Greetings.” You almost swore his voice was deeper than usual.

You looked at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation. He just stared back.

You sighed, dropping your head and turning slightly away. This was stupid. “Well, he said you asked for me, but, if you don’t have anything to say, I’ll go.”

“Wait.” He reached out to you for a second before inching his hand slowly backward. “How’s your arm.”

“Fine.” You responded. It was throbbing more than before, but you figured the pain would linger for some time, despite the pain meds. “It should be a little while before I can take it off though.”

Sam nodded. “Good.”

You both stood in a tense silence again, just staring at each other for a moment. 

“Okay, well, if that’s all…” You took a couple steps away from him, moving down the hall.

“(name)?” 

You turned slowly, sparing a small smile in his direction. “Yes, Sam?”

“If, perhaps,” He tilted his head with a smirk. “I knew this place downtown….”

Your heart leaped into a gallop.

“And I asked you to join me, would you say yes?” His eyes did the soft twinkly thing and your heart melted.

Maybe this wasn’t such a stupid idea. 

Maybe your Sam, that Sam that was always there in battle, didn’t actually disappear when you came home.

“Maybe…” You drawled out, slowly stepping closer to him until you’d slipped your hands into his, feeling his warmth stabilize yours. Maybe the good doctor was right. You deserved this, you deserved happiness. And if Sam was willing to take that chance on you, just another agent, then why not take a chance on him. “Depends on how you ask.”

Sam grinned for a moment. “(name), will you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tomorrow evening?”

You hid a smile before leaning up to kiss him on the cheek, staying by his shoulder while your arms wrapped around him in a hug. Sam’s arms pulled you close, holding on tightly. 

It felt like you were flying, but not anything else like your first experience in the air. You weren’t afraid now like you were then. You felt safe, calm, like you were in control.

You were soaring on something much stronger than air. Hope.

“I’d love to, Sam.”

He grasped you tighter as he picked you up and spun you around, your laughs joining together in bliss. And when he set you down, his eyes sparkled like a thousand suns and for the first time in a while, you were ready to let yourself fall.

Because this Sam, your Sam would catch you. Always.

[eternalstann]

hi could i request a smut where reader and tom are best friends and she’s living with him and all the boys during quarantine and they’re both basically oblivious to the fact that they’re both drooling over/pining after each other and all the boys wanna see how long it goes on for and she hears tom having a steamy dream ab her or smth idk take this wherever u want it to go ilysm boo

im a sucker for housemate & domestic Tom ughhh. i love you more thank you for sending this I got you babes 🥺🥰

———-

“TOMMMM!” You screamed.

He’d gotten water all over the bathroom floor again and you were about to take a shower. You listen to his quick footsteps grow closer before he burst in the door. Eyes frantic he scans the room, pausing when they reach your frame covered in nothing but a towel. He took in the way your hair fell, the annoyed look on your face. Then swell of your breasts, and the curve of your hips. He forces his eyes back to your face.

“Tom you got water all over the floor again!” You complain, gesturing to the puddles of h2o on the tile.

“Y/N seriously I thought you were hurt..” he rolls his eyes and you glare. “Yes Tom seriously! It’s so gross walking through all of this barefoot, or getting my slippers wet! And, you could cause mold to form. What’s so difficult about closing a fucking shower curtain!” You ask angrily and you didn’t mean to go off like this but you were frustrated.

“There’s three bathrooms in this house just use a different one if it’s such a big deal!” He yells.

You squint your eyes at him and take a deep breathe. “Whatever Tom, just get out” you snap and he turns around, closing the door harder than necessary.

As soon as the door is closed he adjust himselfs in his pants, he was mad... but you looked other worldly. Harrison walking by see’s him and his problem, laughing loudly at his hopeless friend.

“Why don’t you just tell her mate?” he asks, and Tom shushes him.

“Shut up you div she might hear you!” He warns, punching his arm.

“Ow! I’m just trying to help!” He frowns, but they both freeze when they hear the shower cut on through the door.

You don’t know why you went off on Tom like that. Maybe because your feelings for him were getting stronger every day and you were scared to show it? Or maybe because you were reaching critical levels of horniness and it was making you cranky. Probably both you shrug, stepping into the water. The hot pellets beating your skin instantly relax your tense muscles. You rub your neck, sighing, and let your hands wander downwards.

Between the valley of your breast and lower. You don’t stop until your hand is cupping your wet heat and pause, listening for sounds outside the door. You continue when nothing but silence can be heard, unaware of your audience.

Tom and Harrison are still as statues, only turning to look at each other when they hear soft moans echo through the small bathroom.

“This is super pervy, cmon Tom” Harrison drags him away.

“What was that all about?” Tuwaine asks, eyeing his friends coming down the stairs.

“Just a lovers quarrell between Tom and Y/N” Haz waves his hand nonchalantly and Tom denies it immediately.

“We are not lovers!” He clarifies and both his friends smack their teeth.

“No but you wanna be” Harry adds, walking in from the kitchen.

“Fuck off, I’m going to bed” Tom grumps. He trudges up the stairs to his room. He wishes sleep would take him as soon as he lays down but his mind is heavy with thoughts of you. His chest grew tight whenever he heard your name....which was a lot because you lived together. You were all he could think about. The way you looked in your towel, the way you sounded in the shower. The semi he sported earlier was now a full on boner and groaned, trying to ignore it.

Jerking off to the thought of you? How could he look you in the eye after doing something like that? But his brain wouldn’t let him rest. He let his mind wander. To what you’d taste like, or how you talked as you came. Tom didn’t even realize he’d started stroking himself until he heard something clatter in the living room.

‘That’s enough’ he tells himself firmly.

He tosses in his bed a few more times before finally falling asleep. But even in his sleep you wouldn’t leave him alone.

—

You run your fingers through your wet hair and stand at the top of the steps, peaking through to see if you saw Tom. You decided to put your pride aside and apologize.

“Hey guys where’s Tom? I wanted to say...sorry” you explain sheepishly and the boys all gasp.

“You! Say sorry?” Harry laughs and you glare. “I literally cannot remember the last time you apologized to any of us three...” he recalls and just turn on your heel to find Tom; ignoring all their snickering.

You stop in from of Toms room and take a deep breath. Go in, say sorry, get out. You tighten your towel and raise your hand to knock when you see the door is already cracked open. You call his name but hear no response.

You take a half step inside and can’t help the small smile when you see him sleeping peacefully. “Awww” you coo, watching him for a moment. He deserved some rest you think, you were about to turn and leave when you hear him murmur something in his sleep.

“Y/N”

It’s quiet, but you hear it. Your eyes widen, and watch his hips push up against nothing. His face tinted red and lips parted. You keep reeling your self to walk away but your legs won’t move. He was having a wet dream about you! Your hand clamps over your mouth, and you finally force yourself to take a step backwards.

But of course, you lose your footing and hit the ground with a thud. You scramble to get up, but you’re too slow. You hear the bed shift and in three seconds tops a disoriented Tom is pulling his door open and looking down at you.

You stare up at him, trying to ignore the bulge in his shorts and take the hand he offers to you. You both just stand, looking at each other for a moment before he gestures for you to come inside. You sit down on his bed, him beside you.

“I uh, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I talked to you earlier. It wasn’t that big of a deal and I shouldn’t have yelled” you apologize and e smiles.

“No you’re right, it is kind of gross. But I appreciate it” he laughs, and you do too.

You get quiet again, and try to work up the nerve to ask him, was he really dreaming about you?

“I heard you before I came in...Tom were you having a dream about me?” You rush through your words, nervousness encompassing you. You watch the color drain from his face.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what that was all about and I..” he speaks even faster than you did and you cut him off.

“I thought about you today while I was in the shower” you admit, and you don’t know where this sudden burst of courage came from but you hoped it would see you through.

“I thought about you fucking me from behind. What was your dream about?” You ask and Tom eyes are darker than usual, he was staring at you so intensely and with so much fire you could melt.

“I dreamt the same thing” he whispered. Your breathing quickened as he leaned closer to you. You let yourself fall backwards, and Tom climbs over you. His hands go to you towel, unwrapping it from your body. He’d seen you in close to nothing before, but never like this.

He eyes roam your now bare frame, and lets his hand rest on your cheek. “You’re so beautiful” he compliments before coming down to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips smack loudly and shamelessly together. You’d imagined this for so long and now it was reality.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, parting lips for second and you squeak out a yes, connecting your lips again. Toms hand runs down your torso, and parts your thighs. You gasp when he runs a finger through your folds and finds your clit.

“Right there baby?” He asks, and you nod; eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He rubs you just right, like you’d done this together a million times. He kisses your collarbone, letting his tongue trace over the raised ridge.

“Tom..” you moan, back arching into his kisses. He goes lower, pulling a nipple between his lips and sucking. You moan again, and Tom quickens his fingers between your legs. Your toes curl into the sheets as you grow closer to your peak.

“Not loud enough” he growls, hand reaching up and wrapping around your throat. “Cum for me Y/N” hums, mouth next to your ear and he squeezes the sides of your throat. You grips his bicep as you cum, squirming while he works you through it.

He lets go of your neck and you pant, trying to catch your breath. You look up at him and watch as he kicks off his shorts. You can’t take take your eyes off his dick, much thicker than you’d expected and your pussy clenches at the thought of it stretching you open.

“Please fuck me Tom” your voice is wobbly, probably from literally being choked you think.

“Fuck, flip over” he instructs and you comply happily. Face down, ass up in Tom Holland’s bed. He slaps your ass and you whimper.

“Look so pretty” he whispers and you dig your nails into the bed when the head of his cock pushes inside of you.

“Jesus Y/N” he groans, pushing in all the way He pulls out slowly, then slides back in. You let out a shaky breath, you felt so full.

“Want you to scream my name like earlier” he chuckles, giving you an extra hard thrust. He keeps up the quick, hard thrusts and you bite your arm to keep from screaming. You feel his hands hands grip your hips tighter and pull you back onto him. You have to lift your head up to breathe before biting your arm again but Tom notices this time.

“Fuck that!” He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, pounding you even harder. “Tom I’m gonna cum again” you cry out, and he moans, “Me too, baby”

Tom shifts behind you, the bed creaking. He puts one foot on the mattress, and rails into you. The sound of skin clapping echoes through the room, and you know the boys can hear.

“Tom!” You scream, just like he wanted; and your legs shake as your high washes over you. Tom thrusts sloppily a few more times before cumming inside of you.

You both pant, and Tom lays down beside you. “Do you think they heard?”

“Oh, they definitely heard”

[tenmillionwhumperflies]

(If you’re still doing these) Early Avizon ► gather some cloudwalker venom. No need to be gentle; that’s what you got them for, right? 😈

OHhohohohohoho. YAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, poor birbs. Avizon glowered and pointed at his feet, “Here, now.”

Dyan whimpered, but his fear of what would happen if he disobeyed was stronger than what would happen if he did as he was told. He inched closer, keeping his head down until he could kneel by his feet. He waited silently, trying to hide the tremor in his hands.

Avizon petted his head roughly, but to Dyan that was better than no praise at all. “I want your venom, I’ve ran out of my old supply and I need it to make more antidote. You both will provide. Do as you’re asked, and it won’t hurt you.” Dyan whimpered.

Avizon looked up at Ihuka who still had not moved from his corner. “Ihuka, come,“ he ordered.

Ihuka shuffled back with a whine, not being able to meet Avizon’s glare. Ihuka couldn’t help but bare teeth. His wings were already wrapped up and restrained, but now that he was trapped he couldn’t help but bare his teeth.

Avizon stormed over to him and grabbed him by the hair, making Ihuka shriek and grab onto his wrists to try to ease the pain. Every instinct in his body told him to fight, to bite him, but he didn’t dare.

Avizon dragged him across the floor to where Dyan was and straddled his waist, pinning his arms down. He was trapped. Ihuka snarled at him, but that was what Avizon had needed. He grabbed Ihuka’s face and squeezed to open his mouth more. He couldn’t bite Avizon without biting his own cheeks so he was stuck.

Dyan turned away, shuddering. Avizon paid him no attention, he produced a peculiarly shaped vial, made in the shape of a U so that he could collect the venom from both teeth. He wasn’t going to let a drop go to waste. He pressed it against his fangs and slowly adjusted his grip so that he was holding the vial and keeping his mouth open. His other hand made it to his ear. He ignored Ihuka’s whimpers and struggles and pressed down firmly on the point on his neck just next to his jaw and under his ear. Ihuka squeaked with the pain and tried to throw his head to the side but Avizon’s grip was firm as he collected the venom. He repeated the process on the other side of his neck, until he had an adequate amount. He put a cork in either side of the vial and sighed, petting Ihuka’s hair. “I wasn’t in the mood for fighting against your stubbornness.” He got up and let Ihuka sit up before he restrained him with his magic, drawing another shriek out of him.

Avizon turned his attention to Dyan, who was clearly trembling. “Here.“ Dyan was frozen in place, but not my magic, just by fear. “P.please...“

Avizon knelt in front of him and held out a new vial. “If you don’t want to be pinned, then do as I tell you.” Dyan opened his mouth without waiting for the order, but he closed his eyes tight and a few light whimpers left his throat. Avizon hushed him, but that was the only comfort he gave as he pressed down on Dyan’s neck. Dyan groaned, but no venom appeared. Avizon furrowed his brow, adjusted his grip and pressed harder. Dyan let out a soft squeak, so Avizon tried the other side. “No venom... then again, you’ve never used it.”

Dyan gulped as Avizon went back to the first side and started roughly massaging the gland. Dyan yelped and yanked his head away with a sob. “M.master, it hurts, please stop. It hurts.” But Avizon needed that venom. He heard Ihuka growl, as if he’d already heard his thoughts. Avizon pushed Dyan down onto his back and straddled him as he had Ihuka. He pinned his head down on its side and kept the vial in place.

He went back to work, blocking out Dyan’s cries and half-formed pleas. Ihuka started snarling and shouting at him, but he paid it no attention. He wanted that damned venom, and he was going to get it. Dyan tried to struggle but it was no good. He cried until Avizon, with the aid of a little magic, finally had a result and the venom began to sluggishly slip into the vial. Avizon grumbled. “Finally. Well done, Dyan. But now I have to do the other side.”

[meltwonu]

| good in bed |     [chapter 2]

pairing; non-idol!chan x reader

this chapter’s notes; jealous/possessive!chan, shower fuckin, minor degradation & minor angst at the end 😭💕 thank u so much for all the interest in good in bed!! I kno its just a short series but I'm so glad yall like it 🥺💕 see u in the next chapter hehe 

chapters; 1 - 2 - x - x

Chan seems to take your new arrangement well; calling you to come over and coming over himself any time he has a few free hours to spare. The party incident was easily forgotten; the alcohol muddling everyone’s memories of the events. Or so you’d hoped.

And you typically don’t mind Chan’s frequent calls as long as it doesn’t bite into any of your schedules but tonight had played out a little different than you imagined when he invited you out for drinks at the bar. He’d said that a few others from his dance group would be coming with him, namely Soonyoung and Minghao, and you had okayed the entire thing, slipping on one of your favorite dresses before grabbing a taxi and meeting him at the entrance.

After a couple drinks, Soonyoung had pulled you onto the dance floor; arm wrapped around your waist as he grinded into you from behind. And you hadn’t minded either, dancing and laughing with him until you locked eyes with Chan who was still standing by the bar with Minghao, eyes watching you the entire time. A shiver ran down your spine for a second before Soonyoung reminded you where you were, spinning you around to face him as he asked you what was wrong. You had shrugged, leading him back to the bar where the two stood and asking for another drink before Chan stopped you, passing you a glass of water instead.

His sudden standoff nature was confusing you quickly, brows furrowing as you wrapped an arm around his, tugging him into an empty hallway.

“What’s your fucking problem, Chan?”

Apparently Chan’s problem is that he hates seeing other guys’ hands on you. Or maybe it’s not that he hates it but just prefers that it’s his instead. Or maybe it’s the alcohol making him feel some type of way. You don’t know. You’ll admit you were a little tipsy too, a nice warm feeling all over when you were dancing with Soonyoung. But Chan can’t seem to keep his hands off of you once inside the taxi back to your place, immediately placing a firm hand on your thigh and squeezing. You shoot him a side glance, warning him that this isn’t the place to fool around but he doesn’t seem to care.

Chan slides a hand up your dress just as the driver asks how your night is going and you grit your teeth, muttering a simple response before you place your hand over his. He and you know that he’s stronger than you when he slides his hand further up your dress until his fingertips meet your panties. His touch is gentle and teasing, urging you to give in but you hold steady, even if your panties were getting wetter and wetter under his touch.

“C-Chan, wai---wait!”

He pulls away slightly, hands on your waist as he pushes you against the railing in the elevator. His lips are swollen from kissing and sucking on your skin, hands back to roaming your body even after he presses the button for your floor. You moan as his lips reattach to the column of your neck, eyes fluttering shut just as the elevator doors close.

“Ugh, Chan, can’t you wait like 3 more minutes??” He chuckles against your skin, lips traveling upwards until they’re ghosting your lips. You can taste the alcohol on him when he kisses you; hands gripping the denim jacket he decided to wear tonight.

“You didn’t seem to mind me feeling you up in that taxi a few minutes ago.” He whispers against your lips; cocky smirk gracing his features not a second later.

The elevator door dings to alert you that you’ve reached your floor as you dig around your bag for the keys, Chan’s hands still all over you as you do. You’re partly amazed you even make it through the door before he presses you up against it, teeth clashing when he leans in to kiss you again.

There’s a hint of frustration in the way he touches you tonight and you can see it in his eyes when he pulls away, brows furrowed when he stares down at you.

“Chan, really, is there something wrong?”

“Nah, just thinkin’ about fuckin’ you in the shower, if you’re up for it?”

Chan leads you to the bathroom as quickly as he can, flicking on the lights before turning to you.

“Has anyone ever fucked you in the shower before?”

“Um, no?”

“Good, then I’ll be the first.” He tugs his jacket off and then his shirt, pausing to run the shower before he continues to strip and make a pile of clothes on the floor. You follow suit, sliding your dress down and stripping yourself bare before hopping into the shower first, glass door clanging shut behind you. The alcohol was starting to wear off the second you stepped foot in your apartment and now the water was really helping you be more alert as you stood under the shower head. Chan watches you from the outside, mesmerized by your naked body underneath the stream of water. He joins you soon after, body pressed into yours from behind as he reaches for your body wash.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first, hmm?” You hum, letting him lather up your body wash before his hands roam your skin. He mutters something under his breath about Soonyoung’s hands on you that you don’t completely catch. But you let it slide this time, getting lost in the way he touches you. He cups your breasts in his palms, squeezing them and playing with your nipples as you moan, arching and leaning into his touch.

“You’re really sensitive aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm..”

“Did you like it when Soonyoung-hyung was touching you too?” The question throws you off guard; goosebumps on your skin as you stare into the shower tiles. “W-what?”

“Nothing just… you seemed to enjoy dancing with him, that’s all.”

Chan doesn’t say anything more, hands dropping from your body as he lets the soap run off your body. You turn to face him, arms wrapping around his neck as you tug him under the shower head.

“Is that what this is all about? Are you jealous I was dancing with Soonyoung?” He runs a hand through his wet hair before he wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you into him as he turns and pins you to the tiled wall; His cock is already hard against your abdomen when he presses into you.

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous? Aren’t I the only that’s fucking you?” You roll your eyes up at him just as he does it back to you. “Okay, Mr. Hotshot, I thought you were gonna fuck me.” He scoffs at you, hands dipping down before they’re on the backs of your thighs. “Jump.”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared of Chan dropping you and then immediately bashing your skull open. But he catches you easily, his hold on you firm when he wraps your legs around his waist.

In this position, the shaft of his cock is already pressed against your folds and you can’t help but whimper as you roll your hips. He matches your movements, letting his cock slide through your folds. The head of his cock nudges your clit a few times as you whine, heels digging into the small of his back. “Easy there, cowgirl. Is that pussy ready for me?” You shakily reach a hand between your bodies, teasing the head of his cock before running your fingers down the side of his shaft and collecting the excess wetness on your fingertips. You bring the digits to his lips, letting him lick them clean. Chan smirks against your fingers when he’s done, pupils blown wide.

“Wet enough for you, cowboy?” You smirk back at him, dragging your fingers down his lips to his torso and all the way back down to his cock. You wrap your hand around him, jerking his cock a few times before he gives you enough space to position him at your entrance.

Chan sinks into you slowly, a growl on his lips when he feels your walls already tight around him.

“Fuck, how many times have I fucked your cute ‘lil pussy and it’s still so tight? It was made to take my cock, wasn’t it?” You clench around him just as he bottoms out; cock snug between your warmth before he starts moderate pace, fucking you into the shower tiles.

“Bet Soonyoung-hyung couldn’t fuck you like I do, huh? He probably doesn’t know what you like. Or how you like it, should I say? How you like to choke on my cock while I pull your hair? Or maybe when I fucked you a few days ago with that vibrator pressed up against that cute ‘lil sensitive clit of yours, hmm? And then you got me all nice and wet when you squirted all over me when you came.” He fucks you harder, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

You decide to not reply, figuring that’s a conversation you’ll have later.

The glass door of the shower is foggy, be it from the shower or from the heat radiating off of yours and Chan’s bodies. He slows down his pace, rolling his hips into you as slowly as he can before you’re begging him for more.

“You’re so greedy, y’know?”

“Y-yes, fuck, Chan, I’m greedy for your cock, now please give it to me!”

He chuckles at your reply, thrusting into you hard before he stays there, unmoving.

“Touch your clit for me. I want you to cum on my cock like this. Just from me inside of this tight little pussy.” You feel goosebumps all over your skin at his demand, hand immediately ghosting down your own torso until you reach your clit, rubbing the nub between your fingertips.

Chan keeps you pinned to the wall, his cock snug between your walls as you whimper. The way he stares at you down is lethal, eyes burning holes into your face as he watches it contort in pleasure. He can feel you tightening up around him, small moans and whispers of his name falling from your lips when you rub your clit faster.

“I’m--I’m cumming!!”

Your body shakes in his hold, back arching off the wall as you cum. Fingers still on your clit, rubbing slower circles on the nub while you ride out your orgasm. Chan takes this as his cue, pulling out before thrusting into your pussy hard and fast. You moan, still high on your orgasm while Chan finally chases his.

“I don’t even have to do anything but get you to sit on my cock and you’d cum, huh? So fuckin’ easy.”

“Uh--only f-for your c-cock…” “That’s right. Only for me, baby.”

His thrusts become erratic, groans bouncing off the tiled walls when he finally cums. Your fingers are still on your clit when he cums inside of you, clenching around him as you feel another orgasm building.

“Ch--Chan I wanna… wanna cum a-again…” You finish with a whine. Chan ruts against you slowly, keeping his cum inside of you as you continue to rub your clit.

This time when you cum, you feel like you black out for a second; toes curling against his back as your mouth opens in a silent scream. He watches you take your pleasure from him; a satisfied smile on his lips when you finally come down from your high.

“Ready to actually get cleaned up?”

Chan carries you to bed once he notices you can barely stand upright. He slides under the covers with you after he’s put you in some clothes, grabbing his own spare sleep clothes he left at your place for nights like this.

You can feel the sleepiness already settling in once he wraps a protective arm around you, tugging you into his chest.

“Hey, Chan?”

“Mm?”

“You wanna talk ‘bout the weird stuff you were saying earlier?” Your words are muffled against his shirt, eyes already shut to welcome sleep once you get his answer. But you feel him tense for a second, body rigid at your question.

“Not really. Let’s just go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay.”

When you wake up the next morning, you feel two things.

Dehydrated

Like your legs could fall off any second.

What you also notice is the lack of a certain male next to you in bed, your tired eyes searching for him in your bedroom once you sit up. You also take notice that the clothes he’d left on your vanity were also gone which meant he had left at some point in the morning.

For a second, you’re hit with confusion and mild hurt. Chan almost never left without saying anything to you after a night together. Most often than not, he’d be the one to wake you up, urging your tired body out of bed for post-sex breakfast. And the times he came over mid-day, he always made sure to treat you to dinner before he left and went back to his place.

You sit in bed, simmering in your thoughts. Chan was already acting weird the previous night with his weird jealous streak. And the two of you weren’t even officially dating and it wasn’t like you were fucking Soonyoung either so you didn’t really understand why he’d gotten jealous in the first place. And technically, it was possible he wasn’t even jealous and was just in a mood and was taking it out on you.

You groan, flopping back onto the bed. You knew this would be a mess.

[passable-talent]

Hi! Could you write “Was it necessary to tackle me on sight?” With Zuko please?

that’s something he would say... beautiful... eloquent... perfect.... thank u anon

it’s been a while. I apologize. I planned on catching up over spring break but then ! quarantine. I’m writing this at 2 AM. when inspiration strikes, ig

also? I have no understanding of how line breaks work on tumblr. why are some two pixels and some eighty

Sure, you were friends with Zuko when you and he were children, but that wasn’t what got you here.

You were an honorary trainee of the Order of the White Lotus, living at their camp, outside of the walls of Ba Sing Se. This was very different, for you, though a welcome change. After all, you’d hated your job as a guard in the high-security prison of the fire nation, you’d hated living under the thumb of your mother, as she pushed you to be better than your late father, you’d hated everything about where you’d been, especially after you’d gotten the hint that Azula wanted to manipulate you into her little group.

So when Iroh broke out, you all but begged him to take you with him. And doesn’t he have a weakness for teenagers scorned by the fire nation?

Regardless, you’ve been living in this camp for a few weeks now, meditating and practicing not only your martial arts with Master Piandao, but learning to strengthen your bending with the styles of other elements, with Master Pakku and Master Bumi. They often commented that you had an ‘old soul’- or, in Master Bumi’s words, “they just hang out with us old farts too much!”

You’d learned so much, and felt as though your bending was much stronger than it had ever been before. Master Iroh often talked about the importance of the unity of the elements, but using traditional bending techniques from elements not your own seemed to make your power even stronger. Though you did not want Sozin’s comet, did not want to see what havoc Ozai would wreak upon the world with it, you were interested in seeing what it would feel like.

You were prepared to spend the day of the comet assisting the Order in the liberation of Ba Sing Se, though you also assumed you may at any point be given some other mission. Who knows- with Zuko’s involvement and Azula’s power lust, any number of your old friends might appear to whisk you away. You hoped it wouldn’t be Azula. She was okay when you were kids, as she was younger than you and so felt just a bit happier, but you looked back and recognized the manipulative traits that manifested into her current state of sociopathy. Zuko, on the other hand, you missed him dearly. He had been one of your closest friends, though you were sure he didn’t feel the same, and the only thing that broke your heart deeper than his banishment was that you hadn’t gotten to see him again between his return and the day of Black Sun. You missed him more than you could rationalize, and found him invading your thoughts at all times.

He was handsome when you were both twelve and attending school together. And you couldn’t really tell, as he was so far away on that podium on the announcement of his return, but you could feel in your gut that he had only grown moreso with age. And okay, sure, maybe you had an eensie-teensie crush on the fire prince, but who in their right mind didn’t?

It wasn’t that that made you want to see him again, majorly. You just missed your old friend.

Meditating was a good way to spend your time, especially since it was one of the main activities in this camp full of old men (though you were sure that sometimes Bumi just napped). You were deep in meditation for a few hours, not much on your mind beyond your breath cycle and your connection to the elements. When you found yourself prepared to get going again, you walked from your tent and saw a few other teenagers you’d never seen before, chatting with a few of the Order members. This confused you, and you glanced around in the direction of some of the other tents.

A few paces from Iroh’s tent was Zuko, taking meaningful strides back toward his friends and trying to hide the tears he’d finished crying just moments ago.

Zuko.

Within instants you’d bolted to him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders but overall slamming into him, knocking you both to the ground. You had a smile as bright as the sun on pulling on your lips.

“Was it necessary to tackle me on sight?” He asked, hugging back with a small laugh that broke through the slight shaking in his chest left over from his emotions.

“Yes,” you insisted, giving him one further squeeze before moving to your feet and holding your hand out to him. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

“Three years isn’t that long,” he said, his smile fading as he regained control of his expression, but you could still see the happiness in his eyes. You recognized it, from when he was seven, and you used to challenge him to game like “who can eat the most spice without dying” at lunchtime.

“Tell that to how different you look,” you countered, crossing your arms over your chest, play-defensively.

“How different I am? You apparently aged forty years, living here with the white lotus.” You shook your head with a laugh, and wished for a moment that it could just stay like this, banter between old friends. With that wish came the dreaded realization, like cold water running down your spine, that both of you faced separate battles tomorrow, and either one of you may not come back.

“Zuko!” Called one of his friends, drawing both yours and the prince’s attention. “We better go!”

“They’re right,” Zuko said, looking back at you. You nodded in silence for a moment before slowly stepping forward and hugging him tightly again, laying your chin on his shoulder. He hugged back just as tight, fingers just briefly knotting into the fabric of your shirt. “I’ll see you again soon,” he said before he let go and jogged away, leaving you with a pounding heart and what seemed like an unkeepable promise.

And just like that, you had a whole new reason to stay alive.

-🦌 Roe

[dirt-cup-draco]

Hermione x Reader - Trouble

Could you do a Hermione x reader where your Harry’s sister (in the same year) and you guys are both put in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and you Hermione get in a fight and she wants you to talk to Dumbledore to get you out but you’re doing it for Harry so you stay (she’s doing this because she has a crush on you) you end up saving her in the water challenge but she’s still mad at you and then when Voldemort comes your with Harry and she admits after that she was mad bc she likes you and cares for u

A/N: I tweaked a little things but it’s not much, hope you like it!

You shook your head in disbelief. Not only had the goblet chosen Harry, but it had chosen you. Two competitors that were too young to even put their names into the goblet, and one extra competitor. There were glares and students whispering all around as the professors looked at each other, not quite sure what to do. Dumbledore was currently watching you both as if he wasn’t sure what to do with this information. 

Ron clapped your back, a laugh bubbling from his lips as he congratulated you and Harry on being perfectly impossible. You two continued to amaze him, yet you didn’t feel very amazed right now. If anything, you felt sick. Of course something bad has to happen! You thought. 

Trouble followed your brother, his scar might as well be a flashing target painted on his back. You knew your parents were amazing, they had to be with how people spoke of them, but you couldn’t help but feel that the Potter name was cursed. You were lucky enough that your twin had been the first to catch Voldemort’s eye. You had been left unscathed, Harry saving you as he saved himself. You two only had each other. 

Which was why you sighed heavily as Hermione gripped your arm. “This is clearly a mistake! You should both speak to Dumbledore, don’t put yourselves in danger!” 

Harry shrugged. “It’s a bit exciting, don’t you think, Y/N? Besides, we’ve faced more dangerous things than a friendly school competition,” 

“Do you think I can convince people I was the one who got your name in the goblet?” Ron asked, wondering on how to boost his popularity. 

Hermione rolled her eyes, a disgusted grimace on her features as she turned from the boys to focus her attention on you. Her gaze softened a little bit but she was still terribly tense. “Lets go talk?” She asked and you couldn’t say no. 

“Yeah, of course ‘Mione,” You agreed after making sure your headmaster didn’t want to talk to you, even if he undoubtedly would call on you later. You followed behind her as you watched her back straighten impossibly more, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. Once you got into the hall she leaned heavily against the wall. 

“Something is wrong,” 

“Obviously,” You snorted but it didn’t seem she was feeling the same way. She blew a piece of wild hair from between her eyes and you stepped forward, grabbing her hand as she let a little smile break out onto her face. 

“I really do think that you should talk to Dumbledore, it isn’t right for you to be in the tournament,” She argued softly and you shrugged, squeezing her hand.

“I would, really, but I have to look after Harry. You know he won’t back down...” You reasoned but Hermione shook her head violently. 

“You don’t have to do anything! Harry will be fine he’s-” she bit her tongue but you frowned, dropping her hand as you took a step back. 

“What? What were you going to say?” You asked as she tried to wave it off. 

“N-nothing,” 

“Say it “ You demanded. 

Hermione’s fire was dampened momentarily as she mumbled, “Stronger than you, Harry is stronger than you...” 

“My brother is no better than me and I’m no worse than him!” You found your voice rising as your insecurity bubbled up deep in your stomach. Harry was the chosen one, the important one. He had always taken precedence and you had always been left to clean up after him. 

You didn’t blame him. It was a coincidence Voldemort had seen him first but what if your brother was better than you? What if the Dark Lord had set his eyes on you first and taken your life. You were only one years old, it was a miracle Harry had managed to live. What if you didn’t have that same power or that same fight? Maybe Hermione was right...

That didn’t change the fact that you had to look out for him. Harry was your best friend and your only family. You had to make sure he was okay and that he stayed out of trouble during this tournament.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Hermione tried to say but you cut her off. 

“What else could you have possibly meant?” You snapped. “I am going to help Harry and I am staying in this tournament. I know something isn’t right, I can feel it, but that means I have to be there beside him. I can’t let him get hurt, he’s all I have”

Hermione sputtered, trying to think of something to say. “You won’t even do well!” She shouted childishly, trying to find some upper hand but only feeling regret as your eyes turned to ice. 

“Just leave me be,” You asked of her before you spun on your heal, headed back to the great hall to talk with Harry and Ron. Hermione stayed pressed against the cold wall and sighed loudly. She hadn’t meant to hurt you but you were being daft. It was an awful idea for you to join the tournament. You might think Harry was all you had but you had her too and she couldn’t bear to see you in danger and this entire tournament screamed trouble. 

--

The gillyweed was, for a lack of any word, like chewing a tire covered in slime. The rubbery texture bothered your teeth and the way it slipped down your throat when you had finally given up on trying to break it down had you gagging. 

“I could have found something else,” You spat out as you stood beside Harry. The only thing bringing you comfort was that he looked just as uncomfortable as you were. 

“But you didnt,” He smiled back and you just rolled your eyes. “You’re welcome,” 

“Whatever, be careful,” You warned gently. 

You shivered on the wooden deck, the split wood rough and bothersome against your bare feet. You peaked at your competitors as they took their places, ready to dive into the depths of the black lake without any clue as to what dangers might be just underneath the surface. 

You tried to relax your breathing but it was increasingly hard as your gills started forming. It was becoming uncomfortable to be above water and your chest was tight as a drum. You gasped for air. Your ears were fuzzy as the world went on around you but then suddenly Krum was leaping into the water, followed by Fleur, Cedric, and then your brother. You shuffled for a moment, almost holding yourself back. 

Kids snickered nearby and you flung yourself into the lake, the shock of the cold water turning your blood to slush in your veins as  your eyes adapted to what was around you, kicking your legs to propel yourself through the murky depths. 

You held your wand at the ready, feeling the water move around your body in a way that alerted you to someone, or something’s, presence. Your heart was pounding violently as you let out another gasp, bubbles swirling around your head as your voice went unheard. Something had definitely touched your foot.

You swam faster, eyes peeled for any of the other competitors, finally finding Harry....and something far more daunting. Hermione and Ron, as well as Fleur’s sister, Gabrielle you believer her name was, and Cho were all floating lifelessly, tied down as Harry kept sending out spells, the light bouncing sporadically through the water’s disturbances.

Merpeople were shrieking, tridents positioned in a fearsome stance as grindylows swam around Harry. Despite all the chaos, your eyes were trained on Hermione. Her hair was spread above her, swaying gently. You would have thought it beautiful, if she was breathing. You knew she was safe, mostly, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip two uncomfortable beats as you feared the worst. 

This made your fight seems so insignificant. Even more so now that months had passed. You had watched her during the ball, dancing effortlessly with Krum more beautiful than you had ever seen her.Some bitter part of you had whispered in your mind that she would have been happier dancing with you. Yet, she’d barely spared you a glance. You understood why she was upset, you didn’t want to be in this position anymore than she did but that’s how it had to be. Why couldn’t she see that?

Your eyes were torn between following Harry as he struggled to get to Ron, fighting left and right and Hermione as she danced unknowingly to the ripples of the water. Unfortunately, yet thankfully, your brother had every living things’ attention. You were being overlooked as you thought of what your next course of action was. It seemed to be decided for you however as a bulky form sped past you, in a beeline to Hermione. It was Krum, and without much struggle at all he had her free and she was floating up, up, up. 

Five competitors and four hostages. Hermione had been tucked under Krum’s arm as he shot towards the surface and now only three remained. Cho, Ron and Gabrielle. Yet Fleur hadn’t made her appearance yet. You bit your lip. You had to continue with the competition and if saving the little french girl meant you would, then Fleur was out of luck. You took a fortifying breath and shot towards the girl, finding that Harry had broken free from the mass of watery beasts, going to Ron. Cedric was working at Cho’s restraints and Gabrielle was still untouched, her sister nowhere to be seen. 

--

“You okay?” You asked cautiously as you made your way to Hermione’s shaking form, a thin towel wrapped around her. Despite having dried her hair and clothes the wind and overcast skies had her feeling chill. It seemed that had transferred to her attitude. 

“Just fine.” She said snootily and you huffed in response to her haughty tone.

“You don’t look it,” You commented, begging her to just let go of this petty fight and open up to you, crack a smile, anything. 

“Thanks,” Hermione hissed. “Glad to know I look awful,” 

“I didn’t say that!” You felt your chance slipping away from you as she turned on her heel, nose in the air. “Mione, talk to me!” You called after her, voice cracking in distress. Her shoulders tensed at the sound of you choking up but it seemed she didn’t care enough as she carried on, making her way towards Krum. What did she see in him? He wasn’t good enough for her, he wasn’t right for her. 

--

“They’ve been in there a while now...” Hermione said anxiously, arriving at your side silently. She picked at her fingernails, wearing them down and chewing on her lip. Her eyes were wide and worried as she observed the entrance to the maze. You had been swallowed by the shrubbery, Harry only steps in front of you as he tried to reach you when you screamed, a vine clutching your ankle and dragging you away. 

“Maybe they took a wrong turn,” You snarked, eyes glued to some far off point that was anything but Hermione Granger. You were feeling strange about today, everything seemed wrong and you couldn’t put your finger on it. Hermione wasn’t really helping, especially since you anticipated whatever she had to say would turn into a fight that left you feeling worse.

“Y/N... Can we talk?” 

“Oh now you want to you?” You laughed mirthlessly as the crowd around you chattered about the games, smiles on their face as Harry and Cedric pushed forward. Fleur, Krum and even you had been picked off steadily and now one of Hogwarts’ most popular pair of boys would win the goblet as well as a sensational amount of galleons. 

“Don’t be like that, I just feel like something isn’t right,” She said softly. 

You stared at her incredulously, “Don’t be like that? Are you serious? I have been trying to talk to you for months and now that you don’t feel good you come back... Great, good to know that I am only good for when you need something,” You bit your lip and kept your gaze averted, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes. 

“That isn’t true... I need you- Well, just because I need you. You mean a lot to me-” 

“Doesn’t seem that way,” You interrupted, feeling petty from the hurt you had endured. “Maybe you mean the other Potter,” 

“Y/N, you aren’t your brother-”

“I’ve heard that before, but yes, please continue telling me how unlike my amazing brother I am!” You finally faced her, lips pulled up in an angry snarl. 

“Oh you idiot!” She exclaimed, grabbing your face and pulling you against her, lips sliding against yours before you could even register that she was kissing you. Hermione pulled away, red faced and eyes wild but not a trace of regret. “I really like you and you mean a lot to me and I have been an absolute git the past couple months but it helped me realize just how much I care for you, so please let me apologize!” 

You didn’t have words. You could only blink slowly as you watched her. Merlin she was pretty when she was angry. Her hands were still warm and a bit clammy against your cheeks.”Me too,” 

“Y/N?” She asked at your vague answer.

“I-I mean, I really like you too, have for ages now. It’s why I always get so mad when you talk about Harry being better...” You admittedly pitifully. 

“He’s not really my type,” She teased and you let out a laugh, the first real one you’d been able to conjure up in a while. Hermione giggled too and it sounded like music.

“How about we stop apologizing and get back to kissing?” You suggested playfully as her cheeks burned. 

Unfortunately the giddy buzz in the air was cut short as Harry arrived back into the arena, Cedric Diggory laying stiff in his arms, eyes unseeing and lungs stuck without oxygen, his heart stopped, never to beat again. 

His father cried out, a wild howl that chilled you to your core. You looked at Hermione, eyebrows knitted together in concern as she nodded, understanding something behind your eyes. She gripped your hand tight and led you through the shocked masses of students, Dumbledore trying to get a handle as you rushed to Harry. 

You and Hermione had just found something good, something precious. But it would have to wait it seemed as you knelt beside Harry, his arms pulling at you as he finally let out a choked sob. 

With one word you knew that it would be a while before you and Hermione could focus on your feelings.

“Voldemort” Harry had spoken softly, flipping your world upside down once more.

[zenithlux]

Tendrils of Regret - Part 7

Read the story on AO3 here!

The last part! Thank you for the support I’m glad ya’ll have enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. I’ll be working on spin-offs very shortly (but Cadence 36 is my main priority for next week. 

Enjoy!

Everything changed after that.

First, you noticed Vergil was taking greater care with you. He left more demons behind for you to kill, making you much more comfortable with siphoning their energy. He even began to talk to you more, and you slowly opened up to each other. You learned about his favorite food (strawberries), favorite poet (William Blake, same as V) and more of the superficial stuff. But you didn’t mind. You and V had been close, but neither of you had had the time for generalized conversation. With Vergil, it felt natural. 

You were slowly becoming friends. 

The only problem now was his demonic form. He’d used it a couple more times since the spider incident, and every time, it had activated some primal fear within you. You had yet to figure out if it was the vine’s problem or you. But either way, you hadn’t been able to function alongside it, much less fight. Vergil had tried to help, but he’d had to drop the transformation to stay near you for longer than a few seconds. And the worst part? Your nightmares were back. This time, it wasn’t the demon you’d been trapped in, but the one who had done it to you.

Now, however, you no longer blamed Vergil, as you truly believed that he was trying to help you, just as V did. Twice now, you’d woken up with him sitting nearby, something you’d given him permission to do after you started drawing plants up through Devil May Cry itself. Now, he woke you up if the nightmares got that bad to make sure you didn’t destroy the place. 

Finally, Dante held an intervention. “We have to do something about this,” Dante said in the most serious tone you’d heard from him in a long time. “As much as I love the plant life,” He poked a flower that had wrapped around the legs of his desk. “The holes in the floor are getting a bit obnoxious.”

You stared at the floor, exhausted and miserable. “I’m trying my best,” You murmured. 

“I know, Sunshine,” Dante said. “But there has to be a way to stop them.”

You didn’t respond. Vergil sighed as he leaned against the wall in front of you. “She has to get over her fear,” 

Dante leaned forward. “And how exactly do we go about helping her do that?”

“She has to approach my demon form,” Vergil said. 

“Maybe it would help if I was there with her?” Dante said. 

“Or if you showed her your own,” Vergil said. “Then we would know if it's human fear or the vine.”

“Maybe it's not afraid,” You whispered.  

Vergil’s eyebrow shot up. “Clearly you are.”

You closed your eyes. “In a way, yes, but I think my fear is grounded in what the vine wants.”

“And what do you think it wants?”

“To please you.”

The brothers exchanged glances. “It’s possible,” Dante said. “We don’t know much about the thing, so maybe it's expecting you to do something with it.”

“But the thought of being sealed away again terrifies the human side,” Vergil said thoughtfully. 

“But how do we give the vine what it wants without…” You trailed off, but you knew they understood. 

Dante hopped out of his seat and paced behind the desks. “There has to be some way to make it happy. Any ideas?”

“Build a connection,” Vergil said. 

You looked up. “What do you mean?”

Vergil pushed off the wall and approached you. “In the demon realm, if someone pledges themselves to a master, they are bound to them, even if something like this were to happen. However, there is a way to… promote them.”

“Promote them?” You said. “You think that will make the vine happy?”

“If it feels like an equal, it might leave you alone.”

Dante snorted. “How do you promote a sentient vine?”

“Let it feed off of me,” Vergil said. 

Your mouth dropped. “How is that supposed to help?”

You were even more surprised when Vergil actually knelt in front of you, putting his gaze even with your own. “When a demon allows another demon to consume their blood, then they are marking them as their equal.”

“Equal?” You said. “But I’m not… I’ll never be your equal.” 

“But it's the thought that counts,” Dante said. “The vine might accept it.”

“But I’m not nearly as strong as you.” You said. “Surely the vine has to know that.”

Your eyes widened a little more when he took your hand. “You’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

You stared at him. He’d never said something like that to you before. But V had. V had made sure you heard it almost every day of your short time together. You’re strong, my little vine. Stronger than you know. But hearing it from Vergil gave it so much more meaning. You knew from experience that he never gave compliments unless he truly meant him. In fact, you’d never heard him give one. Not even to his brother. Especially not to his brother. “If you think it will work,” You said. 

“It’s worth a shot,” Dante said. “But you’ll still have to get close to him. Do you think you can manage it, Sunshine? I’ll be right there with you.”

Slowly, you nodded. “I can do it.”

Vergil gently squeezed your hand. “Let’s find a better spot.”

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Vergil’s better spot was about a mile away from the greenhouses, but out of sight from any humans that were living in the area.  His logic was sound. We don’t know how much energy you’ll need to expel once this is over. But it didn’t make you any less nervous. You were scared. More than you wanted to admit. You didn’t know if you could overcome the fear that was deep inside you. You didn’t know how the vine would react to drinking his own blood. And, even worse, you didn’t know how your own body would handle it. The vine absorbed the demon blood, but what about the human blood? It would be a miracle if you were the same blood type, and you didn’t know if the vine would be able to handle the human blood the same way. But you didn’t express any of this as you tried to exude as much confidence as possible. You didn’t want them to think any less of you. 

Once you reached the spot, Vergil teleported away, leaving you alone with Dante. “I’ll be right here,” Dante said as he put a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’ll be okay,” You said, though you couldn’t quite keep the waiver from your voice. You tugged on your fingers, but quickly dropped them back to your side. Vergil looked like a statue in the distance, waiting for you. You knew you could still back out, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to fix this. You didn’t want to be a burden to your friends. 

“Ready?” Dante said. You nodded and he put his thumb up. “Go ahead, Verge!”

You felt the demonic energy wash over you as he transformed. Fear struck your heart, but you swallowed it down. This time, however, you could feel a sense of interest from deep within you. Did the vine understand what you were about to do? Or was it something else pushing you forward? 

Come to me. 

Your feet moved before you were ready, but you accepted it as you walked across the field. The closer you got, the harder your fear set in. Soon, you were shaking, clenching your hands to try and hide it. It was a strange dance you felt within you, the half that wanted to obey and the other that wanted to run away. But you pushed yourself forward, forcing down your fear. Then, at some point in your walk, your fear slipped away. When you finally stopped in front of him, everything was replaced by awe. He was already tall, but his demonic form towered over you. His wings were pulled in, but they still extended by a good foot and a half, and a long, scaly tail wrapped at his feet, swaying from side to side. You stepped over it and stopped less than an arm's length away. “How do I do this?” you said. “You’re covered in scales.”

“Trust me,” He said. “ Summon your vine.” 

You nodded, unzipping your coat just as the vine emerged. You reached your hand toward his chest as it snaked out around your arm and toward him. As your fingers brushed his scales, the vine reached out and tapped them. You sucked in a breath, wincing as you felt it tighten around your heart, just as it always did when preparing to siphon someone’s energy. You still didn’t know how it would do it. He was completely covered in scales; a perfect suit of armor. But then he reached his hand out and ran his claws along the vine. It responded instantly, snaking around his arm in tight circles. When it stopped, you felt it squeeze around him. Then, you watched in shock as red blood began flowing through the vine. But when it reached your body, everything flared to life. You gasped, but his other hand pressed lightly against your back, holding you in place. Suddenly, everything felt different.  Your sight was sharper. Numerous scents overwhelmed you from all directions. You could feel the blood pumping through your veins. Your heart beating in your chest. The plants pulsing in the ground. The vine wrapped around it, engorging itself on the blood of a powerful demon. 

“It’s never going to accept anything else,” You said, looking up at him. 

“ I assumed as much,” he growled. 

“You expected this?”

“I’m prepared for it.” 

Your heart swelled at the thought. You reached up slowly, brushing your fingers against his jaw. You swore you heard him purr as his tail thumped against the ground. You giggled, running your hand along the edges of his eyes. “How does it feel?” You said. 

“ The vine?” 

“This form.” 

“Powerful,” He said. 

“I can imagine,” You said. And you could feel it deep within your bones. His power, merging into your body. But your fear quickly returned. Fear that it would kill you. But you also felt a strange sense of calm. It was a weird mixture of feelings that you couldn’t explain, but you felt even more soothed as his tail rested at the back of your ankles. 

“You’re alright,” He said.

“You can feel what I am, can’t you.”

“Yes.” 

“That must be annoying.”

You swore you saw something akin to a smile, but it was so hard to tell with his shark-like teeth. “That’s enough.” The vine detached in an instant. Unfurling itself before retreating back into you. You reached for your chest, waiting for the pain. But it never came. In fact, you felt better than ever. How? You wished you knew. But the vine was satiated. Your fear was gone, and you were confident it would stay that way. 

But…

You glanced at the grass, curious. As you flexed your fingers, the blades moved in waves, following every twitch. You waved your arm out before pulling it back in. The grass grew out to one side, then shrunk back. Every small movement you could trace. Every twitch a blade moved. Every wave was followed by a ripple. You raised your hand toward you and the grass grew. Mesmerized, you gently spun your hand in a circle. The grass morphed, each blade expanding and braiding like it usually did. Except this time, the blades had a blue tint to them, as if the center was glowing. You arched your hand over your head and the thick braid shot over like an archway, planting itself on the opposite side. The second time you drew your hand, more grass grew in spirals around the archway and blue flowers blossomed. 

“Such power…” You whispered, your mind racing. What else could you do with this? What demons could you fight? What plants could you find? The possibilities felt as endless as the well of strength now residing within you.

The strength he’d willingly given you. 

Energy rushed past you as Vergil resumed his human form. “Better.” He said. It wasn’t a question.

“Very,” You agreed. “Thank you.”

He watched you for a long moment. Your breath hitched as you met his steely gaze. You’d already thought him handsome - not that you’d actually admitted it - but now he looked downright beautiful. Every detail was accentuated. The curve of his lips. The shape of his chin. The way a single piece of hair had fallen out of its perfect shape. His eyes, shimmering as they stared back at you with a look you couldn’t quite describe. 

“You’re welcome.”

You weren’t sure why that made you smile, but you knew it was one of the widest smiles you’d ever given him.

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You were both right; now that the vine had tasted the best, it refused everything else. But you had one thing going for you: it took a long time for it to fully process everything Vergil gave to you. It was weeks before it required another dose, and you had no problems maintaining your flowers or using your powers as long as you were careful not to overdo it. And your nightmares had almost disappeared completely, saving Devil May Cry from a swift, plant-based end. 

Key word: almost. You no longer dreamed about that demon, but you dreamed about other things. Some were good - dreams you would never share with anyone in a million years - but others were terrifying. Images of V falling apart. Of Vergil getting hurt in a way he couldn’t heal. Dante and Vergil fighting over something you couldn’t remember. Plants piercing your body just as they had in that demon. But you were coming to manage them better. The plants no longer responded to your distress, and even your mood wasn’t enough to disrupt them any longer. It helped that you had Shadow, as the cat reminded you heavily of the panther you had grown to love and was just as willing to cuddle with you while you slept. 

And you had Vergil. Frequently close by. Always attentive. 

How things had changed. Now, the bracelets you had carried for so long were heavy on your wrists, begging you to return one to its rightful owner. But you couldn’t. You didn’t even know how to approach that topic with him. And what would he even do with it? Vergil didn’t strike you as a bracelet type of guy, no matter what his human form had done. Would he throw it away when you weren’t looking? That would probably be the tactful thing to do. Maybe then you’d forget about it. 

But then, he surprised you with one, complicated question.

“If I could bring V back, would you want to see him?”

You nearly choked on your breakfast, as he sipped at his drink “Is that even possible?” You said.

“Yes.”

“How?”

“The same way I did it the first time,” He said. 

Your heart nearly stopped. “But then you’d be splitting yourself… again. What about your demon half?”

He took another sip of coffee. “I’ve done it."

You stared at him. “You… you split yourself? Again?”

“Yes.”

“How could you do something so reckless?” You said. 

“I knew what would happen.”

“How could you possibly know something like that?” 

“Would you want to see him?” Vergil pressed.

A part of you hated yourself when you hesitated. “Not if it risks your life.”

“It’s not a risk,” He said. “It would be temporary.”

“But it doesn’t change anything,” You said. “You… are V, right? So what’s the point of bringing him back when you’re sitting right in front of me?”

A raised eyebrow was all you got, but you had learned by now that meant you’d caught him off guard. “You still dream of him.”

“How would you know that?”

“You say his name in your sleep.”

You looked away. “Surely that’s not all I say,” You muttered. 

“No,” Vergil admitted. “But it's enough.”

“Enough for what?”

“You haven’t moved on.”

You flinched, still not looking at him. Again, the bracelets felt heavy on your wrist. But Vergil continued. “Did you love him?”

This time, you did meet his gaze. “I don’t know,” You said. “We didn’t really have… the time.”

“Yet you let him sleep beside you,” Vergil said. “Let him hold your hand. Guide you. Teach you.”

“We were friends,” You said. 

“But if you had more time,”

“Stop,” You said, jerking upright. “He’s gone, Vergil. “I’ve accepted that.”

“I can bring him back.”

“I don’t care,” You said. “I…”  

Vergil stopped you, standing up himself as he clicked out Yamato. “Rose.”

“Don’t you dare,” You said. “Don’t you dare do that to yourself.”

“Why?” He said, crossing the room in a couple of strides. 

“Because I care about you!”

That gave him pause, even though his expression didn’t change. What was he thinking? You wish you knew. Unfortunately, the sentient vine hadn’t managed to give you that power quite yet. But he did resheate Yamato as he stared at you. Maybe you had rattled him, if only a little bit. Had he truly not expected you to say that? Maybe even you hadn’t expected it. “Vergil…” He stepped toward you, driving you back against the wall. Your breath caught as he leaned in, resting his arm above you. Still, he said nothing. Just watched you like a vigilant hawk, waiting for his prey to move. And move you did, reaching for your wrist as you pulled off one of the bracelets and held it out to him. His eyes shifted to it, and his lips turned to a frown. Your heart fell into your stomach, but you didn’t move. “I still have it,” You said. “Just like you asked me to.” 

“You held on to it for him,” He said. 

You shook your head. “I held on to it for you.”

After a long moment, he took it from you still staring at it. You held your breath, waiting. Then, his eyes flickered back to you. “I’m not V,” He said. 

“You’re Vergil,” You said quietly. “The V that came back.”

He was silent for an unbearable amount of time. And he was so close now. You could feel his breath on your lips. His hands kept twitching near your hips, as if he wanted to reach out but was refusing to. A few pieces of hair were out of place. The outside of his irises seemed to be glowing, and you wondered if that’s how he always looked and you’d just never noticed. “That’s your choice, then,” He said. 

“If you’re giving it,” You whispered. How dangerous that felt, especially when his eyes narrowed and the hand over your head clenched into a fist. You didn’t think he was angry. Maybe pensive, but not angry. The vine wasn’t twisting, but your heart was in your throat. You wished he would just do…

He kissed your forehead so tenderly that you nearly melted on the spot. And when he walked away without another word, you couldn’t help but smile. You didn’t need words. Actions were better anyway.

And hours later, when you were working on the paperwork and Vergil was reading in his usual spot, you caught a flash of blue on his wrist; a rose hiding just behind the sleeve of his jacket.

That was more than enough.